Oh God, that sex crazed Victor.
A hot young Latin.
With the body of an assassin.
Because if looks could kill.
Victor would be a serial killer.
He's just that sexy.
My olive little Mexi.
The straight folk wanna give us marriage.
How God damn inconsiderate of them?
Because although Victor may be a hottie.
I can't marry Victor.
He ain't marriage material.
We probably have a couple good months left at best.
So calm on carpet munchers, give it a fuckin rest.
I mean, don't get me wrong.
Victor and I have sung a good song.
He's a suckable friend.
And a fuckable one, amen.
And did I mention?
His 12 inch cock is perfection.
But if this Prop 8 bullshit passes.
Victor's going to want to get married.
I thought this day would never come.
I was completely satisfied just drinking his cum.
I couldn't stand a lifetime in his presence.
Oh my God, as a husband he'd be a menace.
I'd rather have a wife.
Then have another year of Victor in my life.
So if gay marriage becomes legit.
Everyday with Victor is going to be shit.