Cheese Doodling

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"Justin!"

"Oh shit."

"Justin, what the fuck is that orange shit all over my rug? And turn around."

"Brian, I can explain."

"Explain, my ass. What the fuck is on your face? You're covered in orange."

"Brian, I'll clean it up, I promise."

"Do I want to know what happened?"

"I was here, reading the new HP and I wanted a snack."

"And..."

"And you don't have anything to snack on, so I went to the store."

"And..."

"And I bought some stuff to snack on."

"AND!"

"And when I opened the second bag of doodles I sneezed."

"So I have artificial cheese shit all over my white rug and all over my twink."

"I'm not a twink."

"Justin, take a good look in the mirror. You look like a little boy. Fuck, I can just hear it now."

"Hear what?"

"The chicken hawk comments."

"You're not a chicken hawk. See, the rug is all clean. Not a speck of cheesy goodness to be found. Feel better?"

"Just peachy. What about you? You going to wash that shit off your face?"

"I was hoping you'd wash it off for me. As in a nice long hot shower together. I promise to fully cooperate. You can wash every crack and crevice."

"Yeah?"

"Yup. I'll even brush my teeth, no more artificial cheese shit."

"That won't be necessary."

"No?"

"Uh uh. I have a better way of getting rid of the cheese shit from your mouth. Come here little boy. Mmm, I think I can get used to my cheese shit-covered twink."

"Yeah?"

"Oh yeah. You have any more of that crap?"

"Yes."

"Good. After our shower, I'll show you the proper way to deal with doodles."

"Brian Kinney, number one stud of Liberty Avenue, master of the doodle."

"Justin Taylor, king of Babylon and the twink who ain't gonna get any doodles or cock if he doesn't shut up and get in the shower. Now!"

"I'm going. Shit, what a twink has to do to get laid around here."

"And..."

"And I love every minute of it."

"AND..."

"And, so do you."

"Yeah."

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