Mark woke on Valentine’s Day and thought about his life choices.
At least it was a Thursday, which meant that his parents had called the day before and tried to prod him about whether he had a date for today or not. The normal yelling had been magnified by their disappointment of not having found a “decent girl” and potentially being a “f*****g fag” which was the go-to thing his father liked to call him whenever he was angry at Mark, which was… well, more often than not.
While he showered, he wondered what his parents would think if they’d know that he was, in fact, a f*****g fag. That tonight, he’d probably have s*x with some hot-as-sin older man who was a nurse, of all things.
Thinking about Francis made Mark’s c**k take interest. Huffing with mild amusement, Mark grabbed his d**k and
