The Gaping Dickhole of Life

Meth Head Mohel

CW: Homophobic Slur, Childhood Trauma, Substance Abuse, Mentions of Holocaust, Mentions of Self-Harm

"Trey, that's like the fifth time you've thrown up this week." Matt worrisomely remarked as he rubbed Trey's back comfortingly in hopes of calming his embarrassed boyfriend who was hunched over the toilet.

Trey watched as Matt knelt down beside him and kissed his forehead, "We should bring you to the hospital." Matt offered for the tenth time this week.

"Shut the fuck-" Trey was cut off by his head snapping around to the toilet bowl before he could be sick all over his curly headed boyfriend.

Matt sighed softly and went back to rubbing Trey's back before pitching the idea again, "Baby, we really should consider it." He said soothingly.

Trey lifted his head and looked at Matt angrily, "Get out." He scolded dangerously.

Matt put his hands up in the air and stood up, "Fine." He grunted angrily as he left the bathroom.

Once Matt shut the bathroom door he took a seat in their living room and contemplated phoning to book an appointment for Trey. He'd been throwing up ever since the party which was 10 days ago, maybe he got alcohol poisoning.

No, he'd be way worse than he is now. The only way to figure out is to make him an appointment for the doctors.

So that's what Matt did.

Trey on the other hand, stood in front of the toilet peeing on yet another pregnancy test just to be certain. After brushing his teeth and washing his face he picked up the test which read another positive.

After wrapping it in toilet paper and throwing it in the waste bin, Trey made his was to the living room where he saw Matt ending a phone call;

"Thank you so much, see you soon." Matt said as he concluded the phone call before closing his flip phone and looking at Trey who sat beside him.

Raising his eyebrows, Trey asked, "Who was that babe?" He smiled nosily as he watched Matt's face heat up.

Matt looked over at Trey and smiled, "J-just a doctors appointment.." He sputtered nervously.

Trey's face grew red with anger as he looked at his boyfriend who just went against his will, "I told you no."

"I'm worried you're going to die, you can't be angry at me for worrying." Matt laughed nervously.

"Do I look like I give two fucks? I told you I'm fine, I'm just preg- I have a bug!" Trey raged as he licked his lips and grabbed Matt's belt that was buckled around his waist and began to undo it, "Now be a good boy and let me suck your cock."

Matt's eyes widened in excitement but his voice said different, "You know I don't like it... Out in the open like that." he mumbled nervously.

"Aw come on, you know I love you just the way you are, now hurry up, daddy's hungry." Trey smiled as he began to tug at Matts trousers in an attempt to pull them down.

Matt began to twist and turn as he tried to free himself from his cum hungry boyfriends grasp. To Matt, everything was going in slow motion until he heard a particular phrase that sent him back in time;

"You're gonna be okay baby." Trey smiled.

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"You're gonna be okay baby!" Sheila smiled as she gazed down at her one year old son, trying to reassure herself that everything was going to be okay.

Gerald smiled as he approached his wife as rubbed her back, "There's no need to worry, these things never go wrong. It's just one snip and then we go back to celebrating with the family."