You shouldβve kept your father out of this.
He was the one calling me a short guy and saying youβd smash me, all while holding a beer in his hand.
Then you started talking about my divorce and telling the world you wouldnβt want to be my roommate.
Idiot.
First, weβre fighting, not dating.
Second, Iβm not looking for a roommate.
When I put you to sleep and youβre lying there next to the rose, Iβll look at your father and ask him one simple question:
Whoβs the short one now?
Iβm gonna break you Justin.
They are calling me gay, but if I were really gay, my body count would be 105, not 35. Since the average man is three times stronger than a woman, I would need three times more stamina, thrust, and control to make him submissive or sissy enough