Anon Frank was a little agitated that I was not getting around quick enough for our usual Wednesday routine. Wednesday and Thursday were my days off from work, because I worked Saturday and Sunday. My room mate John worked a normal Monday through Friday gig fixing computers. I worked in a warehouse, not real exciting but it paid the bills while I looked for a better job. Wednesday was Frank’s day, in that I spent most of it naked so
Read moreStrayMolly (edited) This story takes place at a stranger’s home out in the country. Recently received an email listing his name and place with a request to come over and have some canine fun. I arrive at Daniels home at exactly 7:30PM. Taking a moment to look over myself, I want to make sure I look perfect for this occasion. Black toe polish, black fishnets, plaid mini skirt, black thong, black tank top, collar, and a leash. I ring the
Read moreDogBone421 (DogBone421@aol.com) It was easy to drive up to the farm-house hidden off the road in the darkness of the night. The hard part was getting out of my patrol car and walking up to the door, I had come to know all too well. No matter how many times I’ve been here I still get butterflies. Yeah, me, a hard as nails State Trooper who’s trained to kill! Off in the distance I could hear the constant barking of
Read moreMaxijohndoe Queer, Fruit, Sissy, and Faggot. I’d been called them all as part of growing up gay in a small southern town. But never had those words been as hurtful as shouted by that hypocrite Daryl Moss as he sped away in his Pickup, waving my shorts out the window. I had gone with Daryl and his buddies “fishing” and they had spent a boozy weekend drinking and having me suck them off, or they’d take turns fucking my arse.
Read moreAnon My story begins in a small grocery store in a small farm town. My first job was at simple foods grocery I had just turned 19 and had worked there for nearly a year today was a big sale event. All the farmers in town were gathering outside the store to show off their produce so the customers would get to know where their food comes from and who was making it. It was a happy small town and
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