Gaybeanz Stories

I took into consideration that James might not be comfortable around this guy. "Hey trenchcoat, could you scoot over a bit?" Carla spits her milk out everywhere, "Trenchcoat, you call him trenchcoat?!" I give her as imposing of a look as I can muster whilst she busts a gut. "Hey," she puts her fingers up as quotation marks, "'trenchcoat' why don't you tell Alex over here your real name?" He sighs and mutters something under his breath. "What was that trenchcoat?" Carla smirks. "Zeikel." Updates: Random