Page 72 of My Irresistible Enemy

HENRY: You do realize I’m dating Blake, right?

I rolled my eyes.

AIDEN: Of course. Actually, send those to him too and get him to weigh in

HENRY: Omg, what are these even for?

I flopped down on the bed as I responded.

AIDEN: Must a guy have a reason to send his best friend pictures of his ass?

Henry replied with just my name, in all caps. I sighed.

AIDEN: Ugh, fine. I’m trying to figure out which angle to use for a video I’m gonna record.Which one says, I’m a little slut Daddy, please pound my boyhole within an inch of its life?

Henry took a moment to respond to that.

HENRY: I can’t believe you just made me read those words with my eyes

HENRY:I feel like I need to bleach them.

I snickered.

AIDEN: Would you prefer pussy? Or cunt? Ooh, or boy box, I’ve seen that too

HENRY: Oh my god NO.I would not prefer any of those. I already had to have a talk with Blake about the word boy pussy, I can’t believe the universe is subjecting me to this more than once

AIDEN: Obviously, the universe thinks you need to be more open-minded

HENRY: Or it’s telling me to get new friends

AIDEN: Ugh, fine. No more boy pussies. Only clinical terms from now on

AIDEN: Now will you please tell me which angle more accurately conveys, Man Who Is Not Biologically Related to Me but to Whom I Refer with Terms of Filial Affection, I need your erect penis to penetrate my lubricated anus and thrust into my rectum repeatedly before filling it with a large volume of ejaculate?

HENRY: I hate you.So much.

I laughed.

AIDEN: That’s fine, but that’s still not an answer

HENRY: Ugh, I guess if I had to choose, I’d go with the hands and knees angle. From like, a director’s perspective, it’s a wider shot, which makes you look smaller in comparison. So if you’re really into the whole Daddy/boy thing, I’d go with that

AIDEN: I’m not INTO it

AIDEN: It’s just what people want to see

I wasn’t sure why, but it seemed important that he knew that.

AIDEN: And I’m into getting tips. I’d pretend to be into vore if that was what people wanted

HENRY: I don’t know what vore is, and I don’t think I want to

Before I could explain, he texted again.

HENRY: AND DON’T TELL ME

HENRY: I know you’re about to, but my brain has been scarred enough by this conversation already

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