In Miami, I ran into Angel. A guy like, TOO fine, too smooth. We hung out on Ocean Drive, the street that never sleeps The vibe clicked instantly. I asked him to come chill at my hotel. Just a vibe, nothing wild. And then… He threw out a game “Loser takes off a piece of clothing.” Guess what? I lost. Shirt. Pants. Boxers… it all came off I was standing there, butt naked… Me. The straight guy. But Angel… bro… The way he looked at me. Spoke. Moved… I gave in. Didn’t say a word. Just let it happen. And holy shit… It went off. Slow. Deep. Filthy.
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