Joe, My Faggot Slut-Slave
I woke up Sunday morning with a hand full of hard wet
cock. It was frustrating because it was only my cock. I
was tired of the women who thought their shit didn’t
stink.
I had been out the night before with my construction
worker friends pissing and moaning about needing more
excitement at our drinking parties. On of the guys said
he was horny enough to fuck a boy. That sounded
exciting to our horny drunken minds. A date was set for
the next get together.
I didn’t bother to dress as I staggered out to the
living room …