-rep (part 1) After so many years, I found myself standing at the heart of Rotterdam, a city pulsating with life and memories. The wind carried whispers of the past, and I couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and apprehension. This visit held the promise of closure, a chance to erase the echoes of our tumultuous last encounter that had left me reeling from a single tap that ended it all.

Determined to turn a new leaf, I resolved to meet him again. As we crossed paths, I noticed the joy in his eyes, a spark that hinted at the possibility of reconciliation. Suppressing the memories of our previous clash, I suggested we dine at a fancy restaurant, eager to bury the hatchet and forge a fresh beginning.

(part 2) However, confusion clouded my thoughts when the bill arrived, and he insisted on covering the expense. Puzzled, I wondered why he would pay for me. Seeking a moment to collect my thoughts, I excused myself to find the restroom. As I exited the toilet booth after washing my hands, a sudden shock gripped me like a jump scare in a horror movie – there he stood, his eyes ablaze with intensity.


Before I could react, he pushed me back into the booth, cornering me with a determination that hinted at unresolved emotions. He leaned in, nibbling my ear, his actions reminiscent of our tumultuous past. Reacting on instinct, I swiftly countered with a single tap, leaving him sprawled on the floor, one foot awkwardly sticking out from the toilet booth.

(part 3) Without looking back, I sprinted away as fast as my legs could carry me, escaping the clutches of a past I had hoped to leave behind. It became apparent that, despite the years that had passed, he remained unchanged, still grappling with emotions that I could not reciprocate. His persistent gestures, the late-night messages, and the misguided belief that I harbored feelings for him—all signs of a reality distorted by his own desires.

As I distanced myself from the scene, a lingering caution whispered in my mind: still gay, still unpredictable. Rotterdam had given me the chance to rewrite our story, but some narratives were destined to remain unchanged. In the end, Still gay as hell, Don't trust this guy.

In Amsterdam's heart, anticipation thickened as Sam and Smewxy, formidable warriors, geared up for an intense duel. The sun's descent cast long shadows on the cobblestone courtyard, the arena for their impending clash.
Adorned in gleaming armor, Samz and Smewxy stood stoic, eyes locked in a steely gaze revealing a history of rivalry. Simultaneously pulled their d|ck§ out, a metallic ring echoed, a solemn oath. The crowd held its breath, captivated by the raw energy.
With determination, Sam and a quietly confident Smewxy engaged in a d|ck dance shaping their intertwined fates. The clash of flesh resonated, each strike carrying the weight of shared history. As the sun set, an orange glow enveloped them; combatants stepped back, d|ck§ poised for the next chapter in their unfolding saga.
The medieval aura of honor and skill lingered, leaving Amsterdam's onlookers awaiting the continuation of this tale of destiny and unspoken rules between Samz and Smewxy.

+REP fella

-Rep tried to nibble my ear one time, crazy.