"The Furry Faggot Sightings"

And so began that next summer what the stupid, homophobic citizens began to label "The Furry Faggot" sightings. There was this closet homo, Lester, who worked at the plastic factory on the west side of town. He was one of the few closet dicksuckers I could get to even engage in sex with me in secret, he was so scared of getting Sheriff Allbright's bullet should he ever get caught. But my dick was always so sweet-tasting to him that he couldn't resist and every month or so him and I would get some clandestine action going on out by Cherry Creek, deep in the woods. Well I managed to talk Lester into doing these "public sexual displays of protest" with me, mainly because I threatened to beat his ass night and day if he didn't agree to it. So it was that nearly every day that summer, him and I would go out in the town in broad daylight with our werewolf masks on, having hot, steamy gay sex in front of people and striking fear into their hearts!Click here to read rest of entry

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