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!

It was alot like that show on the History Channel called "Monster Quest". There would be all these sightings reported by these eyewitnesses who, in their abject and hellish horror, would bear witness to my fucking Lester's hairy butt raw, or seeing us suck on one another's hard rods right there in broad daylight. We were careful to pick "victims" who we knew didn't have a gun. We picked Skip, this dude who works at the hardware store. One day he was returning to the store after his lunch break and there me and Lester were, right in front of the hardware store. I was standing in the very doorway that Skip wanted to walk through. I was naked and hairy. I had my werewolf mask on while Lester was on his hands and knees, his hairy naked butt facing the horrified Skip as he sucked on my dick like a pro. I howled and howled and stared Skip down with my penetrating wolfish gaze. Then I screamed as semen squirted out of my thick, long werewolf cock. The jizz splattered all over Lester's werewolf mask-covered face as I said to Lester, "Turn around and look at him!" Lester then turned around to look at Skip. Lester growled and howled in his wimpish, soft way as Skip bore witness to Lester's cum-covered, hairy horrific face. We both howled and laughed and I shook my hard, cum-dripping cock at Skip in a taunting manner. Skip screamed and dropped his sack of fast food. He began running for his life and sure enough, there was a report in the local newspaper the next day on what the local media had already dubbed "The Furry Faggot Sightings".

We painted the town cum-colored-white after that, exposing so-called "innocent" victims to our nasty, glorious gay behavior every single day. Women stepping out of the grocery store would catch a glimpse of me fucking Lester over their the trunks of their vehicles. They'd scream and run to the local newspaper. Gus at the local gas station came in to to clean the place's bathroom for the first time in a month. He opened the door to what can only be called the most disgusting shit and piss closet this side of the Bluegill County line. He immediately dropped his toilet brush as he looked on at the horror of what me and Lester were doing. Lester was sitting comfortably on the toilet, his legs spread as he cocked his head back and sighed while I sucked on his long, slender dick, my knees on the bathroom's dirty floor. Lester's pubic hairs surrounded his dick and droopy balls and they were wild like an unkempt bush. I sucked and jerked on his pecker as he made the most hideous, wonderful sounds of pleasure before he ejaculated full frontal on my face. Then we both looked at Gus who was scared shitless. We both stared him down through the eyeholes in our werewolf masks, the jizz dripping from my forehead, chin and nose as we both howled and shouted in unison, "You know, Gus, you really should clean your bathroom more often and join us now and then!" Hahahahaa.

Gus went running like a scared little rabbit to the newspaper, screaming, "It's true! It's true! The "Furry Faggots" really do exist!" Not long after that Sheriff Allbright put a bounty on our heads, posting drawings of our hairy faces all over town. Then a nationally syndicated TV news crew came into town wanting to report the story. They had all the eyewitnesses take lie-detector tests, which all of them passed, and the attention brought all sorts of bounty hunters into town, as well as members of various hate groups who wanted nothing less than to see my and Lester's werewolf mask-covered, cock-sucking heads on a stick. It became a real circus and I knew with my being Potsboro's only openly gay man that I'd soon be a prime suspect. Lester started getting real scared and even after I beat his ass a few times, he still refused to continue aiding me in my reign of terror. So I decided to skip town for a few months, but I'd be back and better than ever the very next summer. That's a story for another day.