He had large green eyes that shone with magnetism on an olive complexion. His hair, a bit long, was a dark red, and there was something about him that made Francesco think of a hunter. Indian Sex Francesco felt his stomach turning into knots. Unlike Mouse, he had a real asshole wrecker in his pants, not that long, but thick and veiny. “Fuck, no,” Francesco spat and this time looked away. He had been given a set of fresh clothes which consisted of a t-shirt, a pair of jeans, and one pair of snickers, and then forced into the chopper, next to a bunch of other boys who looked no older than him. He couldn’t risk looking into those magnetic eyes. That meant that Leon must have done something to be sent to a prison island, along with his boyfriend. “No? There was an instant lump in his throat when he looked at him. He was taking it like a champ, slurping and making all kinds of sounds. He wasn’t in the mood to strike any alliances with the bunch of randos he had been forced with for the time being.
