>>212543749I would turn into a power bottom and destroy his cock, draining him of all energy and cum as I force out wave after wave of creamy ropes into my masculine o-ring. He’d be so disarmed and delirious with ecstasy that he’d start questioning his heterosexuality and manliness. As I watch his delirium turn to confusion and the seed of doubt and shame take root I’d use the precise moment to start gently mocking him. Then I’d turn to coarser and louder jeers, calling him a faggot, asking if he wanted to kiss me on the lips, if he wants to go shopping and drink lattes and get a loft with me in the city. He’d get angrier and angrier and start to grab his shank.
Then I’d lean over and he’d see my still gaping man tunnel oozing with his boy butter. I’d beckon him closer and his anger would instantaneously evaporate into lust and as he scrambled towards me, member swelling with each step, I’d turn around and give him a haymaker and knock him flat.
That’s when my buds, three of them of the negroid persuasion, would be rounding the corner. Five minutes later and a 5 man DAP gangbang ensues. Poor little buster never walked the same.
Me? That’s what I’d do.