This is Porter Wescott and he wants you to notice him. LOOK AT HIM. Isn’t he pretty? I met Porter back in August of 2009 just as he was ending a tumultuous two year relationship with a MAC-counter drag queen. When we first hung out all I wanted was his dick. A night or two of fun, maybe three if it was good but nothing more than that. Marcus however had very different intentions for Porter.

Marcus saw a friend in Porter. He was adamant that we refrain from engaging in any sexual activity with him for fear that it would ruin all possibilities of an actual friendship. Personally, I didn’t see why he couldn’t befriend him while I befuckbuddied him but Marcus insisted it would muddy things up so I reluctantly backed off. Whenever Porter came around, Marcus would put my balls in a jar and lock them under the kitchen sink. Basically, he cock-blocked me every time we hung out with him and forced me to talk to him instead of blow him.

Through our little chats, I realized that Porter and I are not the most likely of chums. I mean, besides our sweet tooth for cock and our penchant for attention, we are polar opposites. We don’t have similar tastes in movies, music, or food. We don’t enjoy partaking in any of the same pastimes. And we don’t really have any non-sexual common interests. Our lifestyles are literally stark contrasts of one another yet somehow, despite our differences, we have managed to become friends.

Since meeting him a mere seven months ago, Porter has become my budding porn prodigy, my overbearing house mate, and one of my closest pals. And just between you and me, I did hook up with him. But it was just once, I HAD TO. Can you blame me? If you had that walking around your house half naked all day, you’d want it too. Don’t lie.

Clearly Porter has this ability to put boys under a short-lived fuck spell. I say short-lived because after he’s fucked away some of that sex haze that’s blinding you from seeing his ego-centric “everybody wants me” personality, Pop trash “Miley Cyrus is the next Britney Spears” diet, and over dramatic “it’s so hard to be me” antics, that whole tent-pitching effect of his begins to fade. Well at least it did for me.

I’m totally just kidding about that last paragraph… I’m just jealous that all my tricks always end up in his bedroom and all my former employers are desperate to book him. Porter Wescott is truly one hot hunk of burning desire and an altogether outstanding guy. Sure he can be a cunt at times and yes his ego is out of this world but he is always there when you need him. And that’s what really counts in my book. Plus he still gets my panties wet… or in a twist, depending on his mood.

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