Jasper is a straight man and a show-off. He’s a thug with a lean, boyish body and a mammoth, veiny third leg. Now, I can tell when a straight dude is ripe for the plucking. So I told Jasper that our buddy Max Cameron just wanted the chance to look at that throbber up close, stare at it and nothing else. No touching, no worries.
I sent them to a sleazy porn store, knowing that the darkness, the porn, the reek of testosterone and the sight of Max’s drooling mouth would lower Jasper’s guard.