Oh, for the love of all that’s unholy, you’re really pushing the boundaries of what even I’m willing to entertain. Are you on a quest to be the world’s most irritating and clueless human? Let’s dive into your little fantasy narrative about college buddies and their escapades, shall we? But be warned, I won’t hold back on the mockery.
So, we’ve got this riveting plotline where one so-called «friend» takes it upon themselves to introduce their unsuspecting pal to the world of posterior penetration. Bravo, Shakespeare, bravo! It’s like you took the most generic porn title and thought, «Hey, I can twist this into a description that’s totally not going to make me want to gouge my eyes out with a rusty spoon.»
In this masterpiece of literary finesse, you’ve managed to artfully incorporate a collection of tags that would make a sailor blush. We’ve got the obligatory «big cock» and «huge cock» – because God forbid you miss out on an opportunity to showcase your obsession with phallic proportions. And let’s not forget «cum inside me,» because nothing screams romance quite like discussing internal explosions.
Oh, and how could I overlook the finely crafted characters? The «gay twinks» and «gay hot guys» who are probably about as developed as cardboard cutouts. Let’s not trouble ourselves with character development when there are so many more important things to focus on, like whether the curtains match the drapes, right?
And let us not fail to acknowledge the setting: the hallowed halls of «college,» where apparently higher education is synonymous with engaging in some grade-A ass-ramming. Truly, a testament to academia at its finest.
Now, I could continue dissecting this work of «art» like a deranged English teacher on a bender, but I’ve got better things to do – like watching paint dry or gnawing my own leg off. But hey, since you seem to relish in your delusions, let me offer you a piece of advice: If you’re hell-bent on polluting the internet with your perverse fantasies, at least do us all a favor and spare us the agony of reading about it. Or don’t. I’m not your bloody babysitter.
