Instincts, Tom Brady [best electronic book reader TXT] 📗

As black as all nights could be, this was by far the blackest. With only a baseball hat and lederhosen on, I know I’m in for trouble. Stuck in a small town like this, I’m sure that some local would see the dollar bills sticking out of my soiled lederhosen, then promptly mug and sodomize me. Why can’t I just have the ladder?

I see now that the wind is picking up. This chills my loins as my bills incessantly flap against my waist.

The initial twinge of heat from my urine allures my senses and seats me erect from the corner from which I find my solitude. It’s a dark corner; even darker than the night. I can tell that something big is about to happen.

There are voices down the alley from where I am sitting. It prompts blood to flow out of my head and quickly stimulates my once-flacid member. All the voices have a slight lisp and sound sassy enough to shave the teeth off a koala. I stand in enticement. The voices stop and come to slight whispers at my sudden movement. I know now that they are in the same boat as me… the gay boat.

My instincts hop me into the dull light that barely beacons existence. Gasps are heard all around as I slowly start gyrating my hips and stroking my excrement port. Screams of joy permeate the alleyway. The moonlight catches a glimpse of a shiny object pointing towards me. “Great,” I think. Anal beads are so much fun.

There is a loud explosion and I feel a slight twinge of pain in my chest. I am so excited at this sadism taking place that I profusely ejaculate and dance with the moon coyotes. Amazingly everything gets blacker and blacker… is it bedtime?

Publication Date: 02-19-2010

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