A lover he doesnt have to love
If only his government knew he was buying underage male whores with his monies. Saturday does so with the same kind of uppity rebellion a teenager uses when drinking from his parents liquor cabinet. He often considers buying Neil and fucking that scrawny little ass into the sofa. He has no idea why he's so attracted to that kid. He figures it's part of the sickness- liking little boys. Neil is a teenager though and Saturday can't be all fag.
He believes this to the core, yet if anyone accused Zev of fucking small boys because he's a homo Saturday would slice them from groin to neck and leave them at the agent's doorstep like a cat leaving a present for the family.
So he tries once more, hoping that this is the day Neil stops giving him the stink eye for his little game. Why do they always do this? Take it too far and be angry too long? Don't they understand the game has moved on? Why do they insist on playing that round every time? It boggles him.
He wants to fuck Neil like Zev fucked the little teenage double of himself. Neil is disposable after a certain point. That makes him fuckable. The two are still linked in his mind.
So he goes to the bar and approaches the kid once more, holding out a beer like he would offer a Hersheys bar to some little brown kid he wanted to plant a bomb on.
He believes this to the core, yet if anyone accused Zev of fucking small boys because he's a homo Saturday would slice them from groin to neck and leave them at the agent's doorstep like a cat leaving a present for the family.
So he tries once more, hoping that this is the day Neil stops giving him the stink eye for his little game. Why do they always do this? Take it too far and be angry too long? Don't they understand the game has moved on? Why do they insist on playing that round every time? It boggles him.
He wants to fuck Neil like Zev fucked the little teenage double of himself. Neil is disposable after a certain point. That makes him fuckable. The two are still linked in his mind.
So he goes to the bar and approaches the kid once more, holding out a beer like he would offer a Hersheys bar to some little brown kid he wanted to plant a bomb on.