The guy whose boyfriend lets him fuck guys because you do it better.

Darryl was an indie guy whose skinny jeans were just skinny enough. His flannel still clothes my floor, and his man sends him to me twice a week, seeking more. Often, I beg the boyfriend to watch, but he’s too shy. He likes it when I latch the belt around his Man’s neck and pull on it as I go downtown. He loves pain like all hipsters love shit.