So Bitches

I jerked off to this picture. Twice. TMI? Not on a smut site, babies!

I’ve decided to set up a little website for the promotion of my summer side project. This bizarrely rainy summer in Hotlanta has totally ruined my usual summer home-from-college activities. I still can’t believe how few days by my folks’ pool I’ve had this year. And not a single pool party! I’d cry about it, but my mascara might run.

What’s a gay boy to do?

Write porn. That’s what. Smut. Smutty smut smut. For the monies, babies.

Oh, and my dad might’ve maybe possibly told me I have to make some money. So, yeah, bitches, that might have something to do with it. But he didn’t tell me how, okay? I just have to “apply myself” or whatever. And he knows me well enough to have actually said, “And I don’t mean apply yourself to a dick.” Seriously. I’d facepalm, but it’s true, and Dad could be a big homophobe like his uptight golfing buddies. So I’m going to apply myself to writing smut. The end.

So, bitches, yes. Hang tight, for soon there shall be intense gay smutting happening here. For the monies. Oh, yes. Yes indeed.