Jet Mykles

“Say you’ll marry me.” Sighing melodramatically, Tyler wound his free arm around Johnnie’s neck. He pulled back enough to look again into Johnnie’s eyes. “Fine. But why do I get the feeling I get to be the bride?”

“Your ideas suck""So does my mouth. Why don't you get your dick over here and I'll demonstrate.”

“There's nothing wrong with wanting to be with someone.""There is when your only reason is the being, not the someone.”

“Straight? So is spaghetti until you heat it up”

“How can you say you're not in love with Hell?""Because I'm not in love with Hell." See? Not hard to say at all. It's true isn't it? "Delusional much?”

“Justin, please, you're annoying the nice man.” Justin blinked at the dumbstruck object of his attention as the breeze puffed a lock of shiny dark hair across the man's brow. “Nice man, please tell me your name so I know who to dream about tonight.”

“I've just fallen in love with you. What is your name, and please tell me you're gay?”

“Everything squeezed, and warm cum spilled over Brent's hand, oozing onto the pillow beside his head. Brent bitterly lamented that he couldn't taste it, but no matter what had been said, one didn't swallow on the first date.”