Satanic Bitches. YAOI.

It was morning.
AGAIN!!!!!!!11

He was in my mind for the past three hours since I've met him, and I just can't take it anymore.  I'm losing sleep.  I grabbed a Coca Cola from my chrome General Electric Freezer.  It was dated to expire two years ago, but that's why I froze it.  Anyway.

I mean, I feel like...like...I might be...not straight.  It's too much to take in here.  I feel like, I'm not part of the circle of life anymore.  What if I am?  What if I never have kids?  What if I can't contribute what I was made to contribute to society?  I kinda like babies.  But they poop.  Hm...  Maybe it's a good thing I'm not straight.

I felt a tap on my shoulder.  I jumped.  I felt like I could've grabbed the ceiling fan that was surprisingly dusty.  I need to clean that later.

"WHO ARE YOU!?!>!?" I screamed.  It was the boy from earlier.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you either," he said.

And I was all like, "How do you know this?"

"I read minds," he said as he pushed as he pushed his finger into my mouth.  "Does it scare you?"

I liked it alot, but I had to pull myself away.  It felt so right!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was about to say no, but he interrupted "Rememeber: I can read minds."

"I have a fiancee.  We're gonna get married in a few hours!"

"So?"  He said with a fox-like grin.  "I know you've been pondering this for a while.  It's not only me, is it?"  I broke down to tears as he held me close.

He began to kiss me.  His tongue felt like a squirrel's tail in my mouth, just rubbing every spot correctly.  He began to rub my jaw.  He grazed my stubble, making me moan in pleasure into his mouth.  I exhaled.  "Oh."  Then he stuck his fingers in my nostrils.  I arched my back, I moaned. I was feeling it.  That old tingling I got so long ago.  It started from the tips of my toes and inched its way up my leg.  He made small circular motions in my nose.  It was like he was Windextor. Cleaning away at my soul.  All my past was gone.  I needed more.  So much more…

“Wait…”

“Shh.”  He whispered into my eye.

“I’m gonna…Ah..”  My hip jerked to the side.

“Its okay… Don’t be afraid.”

I wasn’t afraid.  Or maybe I was.  I didn’t know.  But I couldn’t hold it in anymore…It was just…

“ACHOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Oh, God. That felt, so good.  I have never..

He kissed my mouth and licked the mucus from my face, he continued to circle my nose.

“No, stop!  Please… I can’t sneeze any---ACHOOOOO!!!!!!!!  Fuckingshit!!”

He chuckled darkly, “I know you like this…I know you want me to….Clean you out.." he whispered in my ear.

I moaned,  “Oh..God…”

That's when my soon-to-be wife came in.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!!!!!!!!??????!!!!?!?!?!??!?"  She yelled.  I couldn't talk because his tongue was still in my mouth, and I couldn't breathe because his fingers were still in my nostrils.

I don't know if my heart stopped because I'm in love with this man, because my wife walked in, or because I couldn't breathe.  But it felt like it was already the end.  She ran out.

And I was going to chase her when he grabbed me from behind.  "JUST SAY IT."

"I think I'm..."

"Go on."

"GAY."

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