The guy who wants you to dance for him before fucking you.

Every once in a while, I’d jaunt up to the North End for this thugged-out masterpiece of a man. He was white, but he thought himself black, though, his dick could vouch for that if asked politely, with a wide mouth and wet tongue. He used to request that I’d dance to Gucci Mane before we’d fuck, so I did. I started off awkwardly, but then I got it.