The Closeted Gays

Chapter two

I can't believe this is happening. No no no no no. Why. Why why why why why. Why me? What did I do to deserve this? I cant stop. It's getting hard to breathe and I feel dizzy. I drop to the floor as I feel tears starting to seep from my eyes. I lay on the floor of our laundry room, holding my arms tightly around my body and barely able to breathe. I need help. I need him. Where is he?

As soon as I thought about him, he was right before me, crouched down on the floor and rubbing my back. "Harry what's wrong? What's going on?" My beloved Jeffrey asked me with concern deep in his eyes. "Please," I begged, "why are they doing this to us?" I felt a glob of slot running down my face. In any other circumstances jeff would have licked the booger up for me, but not right now. "What are you talking about sugar plum?" He started wiping at the tears in my face with his handkerchief that he had custom made with our pubic hairs embedded into it. #truelove. I took a deep breath and responded. "O-olivia. I just got a text from the higher ups that there's too many speculations about us being gay for each other so they're making me pretend to be in a relationship with olivia wilde." At this point my fat globe of snot were blocking my throat and I was on the brink of passing out do to stress. I can't believe they would do this.  "Harry, my little poopsie. You need to breathe. It'll all be okay in the end. We won't let them destroy what we have, but I think it's time for us to go to bed right now. You look really tired and I'm worried about you."

My ethereal Jeff picked me up with his strong arms and I wrapped my legs around his waste and buried my face in his hairy neck as he carried me upstairs to our heart shaped bed that we stole from a resort in Las Vegas. It has a few stains on it but that's what gives it character. My cutie patootie layed me down in our bed, but not before removing my clothes and moisturizing my penis. "Sleep well my little slutty kitten." I heard Jeff whisper in my ear before he turned off the lamp and linked our toes together under the covers. Everything will be okay.