Chapter 1 - Morgz's Secret

Morgz's thick blonde hair resembled a scrunched up penis. His black lips were as fat as ever. Honestly, I just wanna smack it around just to see it vibrate.

"Hello, are you gay?" Morgz croaked. His girly voice echoed my eardrums in a blissful manner.

"Nah, I'm not into that shit," I replied.

"Oh," Morgz whimpered. It was clear from his voice that he was slightly depressed by my truthful answer. Then that motherfucker curled up into a ball and started crying. It was the most cutest shit that my eyes had laid upon that I almost pissed my cock.

"FUCKING SLUT, GET BACK ON YOUR FUCKING LEGS. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING," I screamed.

Morgz frantically uncurled his little bitch self and got back on his scrawny knees.

"Sorry, sir. Anyway what is your name?" he asked.

"Having the pleasure of meeting you, Morgz," I replied, "please call me Bald Martin."