That Queer Young Buck

zac-slams:

Rippling thighs slap against my cheeks,

bush in my nose, nipples pinched by strong fingers.

I worship men with beards in dresses.

Grind on me. Make weird baby animal noises.

Smell my hair. Taste my fingers. Call me names.

I’ll kiss your biohazard tattoo, I’ll grope you on the train, I’ll gag on it.