Straight Boys Love Vore
Bill had a pretty good idea who it was when he heard the timid little knock at his door. He stepped up out of his chair wearing nothing but a pair of old jeans and marched over to the door, his big naked feet stomping with every step. When he opened it, he grinned when he saw who it was. It was Alistair, the athletic blond straight guy from down the hall.
Hey there, he said as he looked up at Bill with his bright blue eyes. The straight boys was at least a foot shorter than Bill. My wife is out of town tonight. That could mean Alistair wanted only one thing.
Excellent. Bill grabbed Alistair by the shoulder and pulled him in, slamming the door behind them and, most ominously, locking it too.
Where is the cage? Alistair said as he nervously looked around the apartment. Even though he was in his late twenties, there was something very boyish about his mannerisms that Bill loved. Have you caught any new ones?
Bill shook his head. You know what you have to do first.
Bill had a pretty good idea who it was when he heard the timid little knock at his door. He stepped up out of his chair wearing nothing but a pair of old jeans and marched over to the door, his big naked feet stomping with every step. When he opened it, he grinned when he saw who it was. It was Alistair, the athletic blond straight guy from down the hall.
Hey there, he said as he looked up at Bill with his bright blue eyes. The straight boys was at least a foot shorter than Bill. My wife is out of town tonight. That could mean Alistair wanted only one thing.
Excellent. Bill grabbed Alistair by the shoulder and pulled him in, slamming the door behind them and, most ominously, locking it too.
Where is the cage? Alistair said as he nervously looked around the apartment. Even though he was in his late twenties, there was something very boyish about his mannerisms that Bill loved. Have you caught any new ones?
Bill shook his head. You know what you have to do first.