Mutual Mercy Fuck?

“I think I have the perfect guy for you,” my friend Billy IMed me.

I snapped to attention. Is he single? Is he half decent-looking? One-quarter decent-looking? Tell him to show up at my place in half an hour, and he’d better not be wearing any pants. Also, tell him to bring bacon cheeseburgers, because this is going to be a long night.

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