Mind of Straight Married Cocksucker

I'm straight.

I'm married.

I'm a man.

I'm not gay.

Yet...

Eventually...the hunger returns.

I try to ignore it.

I try to resist it.

But once I am on the road again, my other head controls my thoughts and the cycle begins again.

As I drive over to suck a eighteen year old high school student in his garage while his parents are asleep in the house (the risk an added dimension of excitement), with a big eight inch dick if the photo he sent me is real (they usually are)...I don't feel guilt...only hunger.

The reality is impossible to refute.

I'm

A

Straight

Married

Cocksucker

!

!

!

!

!

The End