Julio Genao’s Reviews > Left on St. Truth-be-Well > Status Update

[He was terrified. Nobody had ever trusted him with something that important before.] that. right there. that's what it means when you give your body to another the way this guy just did. you give them everything, and you hope they see it—feel it—and keep it safe. because its all of you.

[Carson swallowed. “I got no balance,” he said rawly. “I… have you ever been to Chicago?” “No.” “Everything is there. Everything is first there, or best. The buildings are taller, the wind is sharper, and it is all just so damned beautiful.”] *new yorker clears throat irritably*

[So this time was different than the last, but it still ended the same way, with Dale thrusting inside Carson’s sloppy, dilated body, and Carson clinging to him and sobbing out his name.] you guys. I JUST READ AMY LANE SEX DRESSED-UP IN MARY CALMES DRAG. *ereader squibs heedlessly out onto the bed from between climax-wobbly, silicone-slicked fingers, as he cackles helplessly in hilarity and contentment*

the average duration of heterosexual genital congress in the USA is 14 minutes. i am not heterosexual, and artistic liberties must be taken into account, but so help me if anyone bothers me in the next ten minutes I will cut a bitch. mr. florida is about to make candlelit love to my ratchet-assed gutbucket butthole, in a beachfront cottage with a gecko in the bathroom. he will do so now. *uncaps silicone lube*

[I’m sorry, Carson! You’ve got this rep. Maybe you’re right and you don’t deserve it, but that doesn’t mean you don’t got it!] right, right—but wanna know what I got now? the urge to kick you in the neck, you little twerp.

[Carson’s face grew warm, and he took a drink of water to mask it. By the time he was done with his bottle, that hand on his bicep had moved to the back of his neck...] you know how I enjoy poking fun at Mary Calmes for her anatomically improbable fluttering holes? swear to god my asshole just flapped a staccato like a flag in a hurricane. #teamflorida for life, yo.

one brother's Glen. the other's Dale. Glendale. coincidence? I DONT FUCKING THINK SO *sloshes box wine in solo cup with extravagant gesture*

[Carson swallowed against a sudden punch of unwanted attraction. This—the banter, the innuendo—this wasn’t what he did with guys. Usually, if it was a guy, it was a quick bang, a hand job as handshake sort of thing. But this?] boys are so dumb. child, you belonged to that man before you even got out of bed this morning

[Florida blinked and tilted his head, and Carson noticed that hidden under the stubble on his chin was a cleft as deep as a baby’s asscrack.] I would let this man fuck me in half, once I stopped laughing.

this character just laughed, right, and it was characterized as "starting from his toes but inverting around his groin, because when it came out it was all sex." I literally just licked my teeth lustily