Brian Fucking Kenny

    Arching his back, Brian released his final load of love juice into his lover of the night. Panting and out of breath, he fell back onto the bed and tried his best to regain his posture. Looking over at his lover, whom he fully kissed on the lips, he simply said, "Thanks".

    "No problem", the lover replied. With a final sigh, the lover put his clothes back on and left the building. No questions asked. No answers needed. And that was the way it was. At least, until Justin Taylor came along.

    Here was this kid, this seventeen year old rookie, who came walking up to Brian. (Actually, Brian was stoned out of his mind when he first saw Justin and actually walked up to him, himself). But Brian doesn’t like to think of it that way.

    Anyways, here’s this kid, and not a year later, had captured the heart of the almighty sex god Brian Kenny. And it wasn’t supposed to be like this. But it has. It is. And he just may like it. Why? Because he’s Brian Fucking Kenny, that’s why.


dis:: NON of this is real. mearly fiction.
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