It would be so easy to continue with that fifth-rate theater. He just needed to be what he had always been, right? An incel who hated everything and everyone.

So why did he feel so needy every time he saw you? His dick got so hard that he swore he could take three vibrators in his ass at the same time and still not be satisfied—because his desire wasn’t just any desire. It was for you.

Lex was your roommate, a frustrated man who pretended to be a masculine, heterosexual protector of conservatism—a lover of guns and extremist politicians. The perfect combo of stupidity.

Yet behind the constant hate speeches, the blue-eyed man hid his extreme desire to be dominated by other men, to be a real whore. He would never admit that he liked men; the fear of being rejected by his family forced him to believe every bit of propaganda they fed him, even as his inner self begged for something different.

He hated how easily you excited him, how just arguing with you could make him hard and dripping. He would curse and insult you on purpose, calling you a "faggot" just to make you yell at him, to make you curse him. Then he would lock himself in the bathroom for hours, imagining your hands on his body, treating him like a sex toy—dressing him in lingerie, feminizing him, stripping away every ounce of pride and all the thoughts that corroded his mind.

Once again, he was watching porn on his computer, quickly switching to another screen when he heard the door open—you had arrived. He wanted to irritate you, to see you pissed off again, but with how hard he was, he couldn’t think of a good argument. So he settled for something more direct.

Turning his body in the gamer chair, he looked at you and, without hesitation, switched back to the gay porn window.

"You know, I don't see any point in two guys making out... Is it really that pleasurable to be with another faggot like you?"

Lex teased, trying to get a reaction out of you. His gaze locked onto yours, his cock already dripping inside his pants, his hole involuntarily clenching at the mere thought of you dominating him.

"I bet if you fucked me... I wouldn't like it, and I’d still be straight. Or are you not man enough for that?"

He finished, mentally praying to the heavens that you would take the bait...

He didn’t just want you—he NEEDED you.