Date: Thu, 14 Jul 2011 22:38:43 -0400 (EDT)
From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com>
Subject: my son in the bar-17

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MY SON IN THE BAR-17

	I spent most of the morning in the laundry room in my building,
washing my clothes & bed sheets, and scrubbing the smell of urine out of my
bedroom carpet. Jimmy Little (my son's high school friend..., well `friend'
isn't exactly what Jimmy is to my son Shawn, he's more like his
master/pimp...) got angry that I wasn't there for the little `party' he
arranged for me and Shawn, so he and his buddies pissed all over everything
I owned, completely ruining my $1400 stereo system!
	As angry as I was, I wasn't going to make a big stink out of it,
knowing Jimmy was one of the school's football team's defensive
linebackers, and his dad (Frank Little) was even bigger! My mother was no
saint, but she didn't raise any idiots either!


	I ignored my cell phone whenever it rang. I didn't want to talk to
anyone, especially after the horrible day I'd had (getting fired from work
for letting my day crew butt fuck me at a client's house [chap-14], then
getting drunk and tossed in jail for drunk driving [chap-16] like a common
criminal). NO ONE could understand how inept I felt as a man, as a provider
for my son! I was supposed to protect Shawn from predators like Jimmy
Little and the man who molested him as a child (teaching him how to take a
man's cock at age 7), yet here I was GIVING him to the guys at the bar
freely, whoring him out for a few extra dollars and a fine pat on the back
from my friends. I felt as though I had let Shawn down, that I'd failed to
protect him as a father and left him to wander around loose in the woods
with all the wolves. Shawn had been so `conditioned to cock' that he didn't
even realize he was being used. Or worse yet, he DID realize it, but he
relished in it. He actually LIKED being treated like a piece of fruit,
molded and groped all over, then tossed aside for the next handler.
	I was being used in a similar manner, but I'm different from Shawn,
I wasn't enjoying it as much as HE was. While being used sexually by my
friends had its exciting moments, it also diminished my manhood in their
eyes, taking me off their level and putting me in the same category as some
of the sluts we'd shared over the years. Knowing I wasn't still being seen
as `one of the fellas' was crushing, like losing the big play at the end of
a game. I especially hated seeing myself through Ron's eyes. Ron and I had
been friends for years (working the same construction sites, partying at
night, sharing chicks at the bar, even just talking honest and openly with
each other over a few beers...), now we felt like strangers. Funny thing
was, I enjoyed having Ron fuck me more than all the other guys combined,
yet Ron was the only one treating me differently, like being in the same
room with me (fully clothed) was revolting to him or something.


	Sitting around thinking of my problems was getting me
nowhere. After pulling all the clothes from the dryers, I stashed them away
in my room, then jumped into my truck and headed down to the Fernway
Trucking Company to apply for a trucking position, knowing I needed some
kind of income to stay afloat. I knew several of the guys that worked there
through Joe's bar The Frog (Big Willie and Tyrone to name a few...), and
hoped having friends on the inside would help me to get hired.
	Not wanting to risk getting another DUI before my court date, I
avoided the bar and headed straight to the trucking company across
town. Instantly I started to notice the strange looks I got as I drove my
dirty pickup through the all black neighborhood Fernway Trucking was
located. When I got there I asked for Tyrone and Big Willie by name, hoping
they were in the area and could vouch for me as a reliable driver? I was
told they were currently out on a run, and wouldn't be back until later
that night. While I was standing around outside contemplating my next move,
I heard someone call me from behind...


"Hey white boy...?" he called, prompting me to turn around (seeing how I
was the only `white' man in the area). I immediately recognized Lewis Dicks
from the bar orgy (chaps-11 & 12). "What'chu doin' here, man...?" he asked,
smiling ear to ear as he walked up to me just outside the building. "Come
around searchin' for some more black dick, eh...?!" he laughed, jokingly.


"Actually I was looking for Tyrone and Willie..." I admitted, shaking his
huge hand. "...I was recently fired from my job, and was hoping they would
recommend me to their boss...?" I said, desperately.


"As what...?" asked Lewis with a knowing smirk.


"As a driver...!" I said, wondering what other positions he might be
preferring to...?


"Well..., I don't know about Ty and Will..., but I'D be willin' to
recommend you..." said Lewis, much to my surprise. I didn't even know him
that well. I mean, sure he'd fucked me and cum inside me a couple of times,
but we'd only met once.


"Hey, thanks man..." I said gleefully, feeling a little relieved. "...I
really need a job right now, ya know...?"


"I understand..." said Lewis, walking me around towards the back of the
building where the loading docks were. "...lemme talk to my supes and see
if he could use you...!"


"Okay man. Thanks...!" I said gratefully as he walked up the dock to talk
to a couple of guys. I saw Lewis whisper something to them, then saw the
group of black men turn around to view me at the foot of the dock. I stood
there quietly, trying not to look too anxious as they went back to talking,
ignoring me.
	After a few minutes Lewis came back...


"He says he has enough drivers for now, but if you're willing to wait
around a couple of hours, there might be a call out he could use you
for...?" explained Lew.


"Are you serious...??" I asked, unable to believe my luck. Maybe things
were starting to turn around for me (I wondered)...? "Hell YEAH I could
wait around..." I said, enthusiastically. "...ain't like I got shit to do
anyway...!"


"Cool..." said Lewis. "...I'll show you were you can kick back and
relax..." he added, taking me in through the building's back entrance.
	Fernway Trucking (as it turns out) was a black owned trucking
company that shipped mostly black made products to distributors around the
country. While most of the drivers were black, there are other
nationalities (including white guys) that drive for them also.


"Here we go..." said Lewis, taking me to a small break room where drivers
had their lunch. "...you can kick back here until they call you...!" he
offered.


"Thanks again, man..." I said sincerely, shaking his hand again. "...I
really need this break, you have NO idea...!"


"No problem..." said Lewis, looking around sneakily. "...uh..., if you
wanna pay me back..., why don't you get down on your knees and give me a
quick knob-job before I head out...?"


"Right HERE...??" I asked, surprised. "What if someone walks in and catch
us...?! I don't want to have THAT KIND of reputation going around on my
first day...!"


"Nobody'll be though here for hours..." assured Lew. "...we could fuck on
the tables if we wanted and no one would ever know...!"


"I don't know man..." I said skeptically, looking down at his crotch as I
made up my mind. "...this's the kind of stuff that got me fired from my
last job in the first place...!"


"Really...?" asked Lewis. "You were suckin' black dick there too...?"


"Mexican...!" I corrected, watching as Lewis reached into his zipper and
hoisted out his 9" cock...


"C'mon man..." he pleaded. "...I thought you were grateful for my help...?"


"I am..." I said, feeling torn.


"Then get down there and gimme some head, man..., I gotta 16 hour haul
ahead of me...!" he insisted. Hearing how long he might be on the road
without busting his load made me feel bad for him as I got down onto my
knees in front of him. Lewis leaned back against the entrance door, keeping
any would be incomers out...
	I took Lewis' dark cock into my hand (stroking it gently), then
aimed it up to my mouth and started sucking. "awww yeahhhh..." moaned
Lewis, resting back against the door as he watched from above. His cock
tasted a little stale from old dried piss, but a few quick washes of my
spit wet tongue and his dick was like new as I began bobbing my head back
and forth. I'd only gotten off a few good strokes when Lewis placed his
hand atop my head and started forcing me to bob deeper/faster. I could feel
his cock starting to bang into the back of my mouth as my throat muscles
suddenly relaxed and opened, allowing him sweet safe passage down into my
gullet.


"Oh shit..., you're really gettin' good at this...!" he complimented,
already seeing a difference in my sucking. I beamed proudly that I was able
to please him (the man helping me out at my most desperate moment of need),
as I bobbed my opened throat up and down on his dick.
	I could feel Lewis' hands tighten on my head, grabbing my hair by
the roots as he forced me faster and faster. Soon I was taking his cock
into the back of my throat with every thrust, my lips banging into his
zipper (getting cut on the sharp teeth) as he held my head with both hands.


"Shit man..., you're gettin' me close...!" he warned, prompting me to suck
harder.
	Tightening my lips and jaw, I bobbed faster and deeper, swallowing
his cock to the root before suckling feverishly on the head. I did this
again and again, over and over until I could feel Lewis thrusting up into
my face, his strong legs starting to trimmer weakly as his cock swelled in
my mouth, then started shooting thick warm bolts of cum directly into my
mouth and throat.
	I swallowed what I could without choking, then allowed the rest of
his load to pulse out onto my tongue, drowning my taste-buds in his nutty
flavor.


"Whew..." sighed Lewis, grateful that the door stopped him from falling
backwards onto the floor. "...that was ONE WILD RIDE...!" he cheered,
releasing my head.
	I smiled inwardly as I swallowed his load, then cleaned his cock
with my mouth. I stayed on my knees before him, nursing on his shrinking
black shaft until he finally pulled it from my lips and tucked it away.


"I'd better get goin' man..." he said, zipping his pants as I stood
up. "...THEY should be callin' you soon if there's any call outs
tonight..." he reminded. "...I won't be back for about 5 or 6 hours..., so
let me know what happened...!"


"I will!" I said as he turned and walked out the door. Standing alone, I
wandered over to the vending machines and started to browse, suddenly
realizing I hadn't eaten all day. Fishing my pockets for change, the door
suddenly opened again and in walked one of the men that were standing on
the back dock with Lewis.


"Hi..." said the man, (tall, light skin, handsome) looking as if he'd been
searching all over for me. "...what's your name again...?"


"Mike..." I said, walking towards him with my hand outstretched. "...I'm
Lewis' friend...! I also know Tyrone and Big Willie...!"


"Right..." said the man, looking me up and down sternly as he chewed on a
toothpick. "...and why should I hire YOU to drive one of my trucks and not
one of the 1000 other men that come through here looking for work...?!"


"I...I...don't know..." I said honestly, believing I just botched up my
chances.
	The man looked me over angrily...


"Lewis told me he met you in a BAR...?" said the man, questionably.


"Yes..." I admitted. "...he did..."


"He said you're performance there was something NOT to be missed..."
continued the man, hinting at how I could be hired... "...shame I missed
it...!"


"I uh..." I started, unsure if I should offer or not...? "...I could give
you a private viewing..." I managed to say.
	The man smiled somewhat...


"Let's SEE what you've got...!" he said, daringly.
	Unsure if he was up to speed with what Lewis met me doing at the
bar..., I tentatively reached down and began rubbing his crotch, feeling
his growing lump. As my fingers trailed the length of his erection
(measuring around 8 inches), I felt his hand grip me strongly about the
buttock, openly groping my ass.


"You're kinda BIG for a fag..." he stated ever so nonchalantly, as if
holding a casual conversation.


"I uh..., JUST got into doing this kind of stuff..." I replied, explaining
why I wasn't a petite homosexual like my son.


"Oh..." said the black man, sounding disappointed. "...so you're not really
as good as Lewis claimed...?"


"Why don't I leave that up to YOU to judge...?" I suggested, dropping to my
knees as I unzipped the supervisor's pants and pulled out his light skinned
cock. Before he could protest I leaned forward and took his dick into my
mouth and began bathing it in warm spit. He sighed pleasantly as his cock
stiffened and throbbed appreciatively, letting me know he liked what I was
doing.
	I decided (since he was the boss) to treat him to a `special' blow
job and swallowed him quickly to the root. "Damn...!" he sighed again,
liking the feel of my throat muscles tightening around his cock shaft. I
couldn't help looking up at him as he watched me swallow him, holding him
in my throat until I started to gag on reflex.


"Damn you're good...!" he responded as I pulled back and began sucking the
head juicily. Getting turned on that the boss was enjoying my services, I
leaned forward and swallowed his cock again before setting up a steady
sucking. He stood there silently watching me devour his dick for a few
minutes before remembering what Lewis must have said about my ass. Reaching
down over my back, he forced his large hand down into the seat of my pants
and started rubbing his middle fingers up and down my hot moist crack.
	HELL I was getting so turned on as my own hard cock lay bent and
trapped in my bunched crotch. I continued to bob my head (cocking it to the
side as I moved back and forth) as he pulled his hand from my ass, licked
his fingers, then forced them back down into my pants to shove his fingers
up my asshole.


"MMmmmm..." I moaned around his dick as he finger fucked my tight chute.


"Damn..." he moaned softly, imagining his cock inside me. Standing upright,
he waited a few minutes (enjoying my mouth) before pulling me off his
dick... "Pull down your pants and bend over that lunch table...!" he
insisted. Doing as the boss requested, I unbuckled my belt, unfastened my
pants, then dropped them down around my ankles before climbing up onto the
picnic table style bench and bent forward the table, exposing my solid pale
white ass.
	The supervisor (whose name I hadn't even caught yet) walked up
behind me and gripped my meaty ass cheeks in his hot hands, kneading them
hard and pulling them apart to gander at my pinkish/brown asshole.


"Heard you took a lot of DICKS up the ass the night you met Lew..." he
said, staring down at my entrance. "...you like getting butt fucked...?" he
asked.


"I..." I started, unsure how to answer that question as I wrestled with the
answer.


"That's a YES or NO answer, whitebread...!" said the supervisor, slapping
me hard on the rump.


"YES sir!" I answered, before even realizing I MEANT it.


"I heard you like to get fucked HARD and DEEP..." he groaned behind me, his
spit wet cockhead kissing against my twitchy hole.


"Yes sir...!" I answered again, looking back over my shoulder as he aligned
his cock to my hole, then shoved...


"Then you oughta enjoy THIS fucking...!" he said, ramming through me.


"ARRRRHHHHH...!!" I screamed as his cock penetrated me dryly with minimal
moistness.
	He tightened his grip on my ass when his fingers dug into my
cheeks. Pressing inward until his crotch was nestled against my ass, I
started bucking back against him, my fighting sphincter muscles squeezing
and choking his lengthy erection as it embedded itself deep inside me.


"DAMN YOU'RE TIGHT...!" he yelled joyously, gripping my shoulders as he
pulled me back into him. He stayed embedded inside me until my anus stopped
trying to force him out (pushing out against him as if trying to take a
shit) and started just pulsating about him strongly. "Shit that pussy's
sucking me off inside you...!" he gasped, gripping my shoulders tighter as
his cock started shooting off thick gushes of heavy cream inside
me. "Arrrhhhh fuck..., I came already...!" he announced as he ground
himself against me.
	My own cock pulsated between my legs at the thought of making him
cum so quickly. Slowly he started to pull back. I thought he was going to
withdraw (since he'd already cum), but as soon as he withdrew to the head,
he started to push back up into me, forcing all of his hot cock back up
inside me. "I think I have another nut left in me..." he thought aloud, as
if reading my mind as he started fucking. I couldn't believe (not even 24
hours after being fired for fucking at work) here I was getting fucked at
the new job by the supervising boss, right there in the employee lunchroom
where anyone could easily walk in and catch us. I prayed Lewis was right
and that it would be hours before anyone would happen in here. The last
thing I needed was to have another shameful reputation as a faggot
cockhound on another worksite.
	The supervisor drilled my ass steadily, holding my hips in his huge
black hands as he fucked me from behind. I could feel his thick cock
sliding in and out of my cum lined hole, easily working its way through his
spent load as it coated his cock shaft and my anal canal, making his cock
slide smoother. We were both really enjoying the pounding rhythm between us
(his pelvis slapping into my ass), when the lunch room opened again...


"Hey..." I heard someone say from the door. "...what the fuck is this...??"


"Looks like Smith got himself a whiteboy...!" laughed a second voice,
catching the both of us with our pants down. I could feel my face turning
flush with embarrassment at the thought of getting caught again (twice in
two days). What the hell was wrong with me that I couldn't keep my pants up
around my waist...? Was Ron right...? Was I like my son Shawn...? Was I a
whore...?
	I didn't know what to expect next as I looked over my shoulder to
see two new black guys watching me get fucked. `Smith' (the supervisor
fucking me) continued nonstop, even as the younger men started to heckle
us...


"Look..., either turn around and keep your mouths shut..., or step up
behind me in line...!" opted the super, peering back over his shoulder.
	The new guys glanced questionably at each other, then hunched their
shoulders and got in line. Smith continued fucking me, happily slamming his
pelvic bone into my ass as he drove his cock 8 inches deep through me with
every thrust.


"Who the fuck IS this guy, anyway...?" asked one of the men, looking over
Smith's shoulder to see his cock slamming into my ass.


"Who gives a fuck...?" asked the supe, "...its FREE ass, whadda you care
what his name is...?!"


"I'm just curious..." said the guy, groping his hardon. "...ain't nobody
gonna come in here angry if they catch us fuckin' their boi-bitch, will
they...?"


"Naw young'on..." said the supe, "...it ain't that kinda party...! This
ass's free for anybody who want it! Ain't that right, whore...?!" he asked,
slapping me hard on the ass while he fucked me.


"YES SIR!" I answered, feeling my ass cheek sting. The youngsters laughed
at my humiliation, all the more eager to fuck my white ass now that they
knew what it was there for.
	Smith seemed to relish with the new comers, fucking me harder, even
grabbing my hair and yanking my head back, telling me what a `pussy' I was
for allowing myself to be put in such a submissive position with
strangers...


"ARRHHH...!!!" I yelled as he yanked my head back by the root.


"Take that dick, bitch...!" he snarled in my ear, fucking me deeper as he
leaned in over my back. I felt like a prisoner, trapped in their tiny break
room, the only white man in sight as Smith started to get rough with me,
showing off in front of the younger guys. "Shut the fuck up...!" he yelled,
slapping my face from behind. "Shut up and take this dick! That's what you
came here for, ain't it...?!"


"n...n...no..." I managed to say as he pounded me. "...I came for a...a
job..." I gasped.


"A JOB...??" laughed the super, gripping my hair tighter as he fucked me
harder. "The only job here for a cumdump like you is as PUSSY for REAL MEN
like US!" he gloated, picking up speed as his pelvis slapped my ass with
loud clap sounds which echoed off the walls. "Lewis told us how you gave
this ass up to anyone who wanted it...! Didn't even have to know their
names..., all they had to do was show a hard-on and you and your hoe son
was on them like two whores at dick convention! Well we're gonna make sure
that white pussy of yours get all the black dick it can manage tonight...!"


"Hold it..., wait..." I protested, just as he started slamming into really
hard, each rough inward thrust making him yank harder on my
hair. "...arrhhh...! arrhhh...! arrhhh...! arrhhh...!" I yelled with every
pull/thrust. When he slammed in the last time, I felt his cock lodge into
my bowels, then felt it swell and throb as it started shooting thick gobs
of molten cum into me.


"AARRRHHHH...!!" yelled the supervisor, coming hard as he sent his second
load into my gut.
	He held onto a fistful of my hair until he finished coming, holding
my head back and up while he emptied his balls in me. He relaxed his hold
only after he finished coming. I slumped forward as I rested my forehead on
my folded forearms. Smith let his dick finish throbbing in me before
finally (slowly) withdrawing. My ass felt empty as soon as he removed his
cock. In the short time I'd come to know him, my body had molded itself to
the shape of his manhood. Now my asshole felt 3 sizes too big as he pulled
free.
	Unfortunately I didn't stay empty for long. As soon as the
supervisor moved aside, one of the younger drivers stepped up behind me and
roughly (clumsily) shoved his cock into me, spearing me totally on his
thick 9 inches.


"ARRHHH..." I groaned, feeling him slam into me as he ground his pelvic
bone against me for a moment, (churning his mighty teen cock around in my
cum lined gut) before immediately thrusting, not allowing me even a single
second to adjust to his size.
	His friend walked around to my head, climbed up onto the picnic
table, then knelt down before me to suck his exposed dick. Following his
super's lead, he grabbed a large fistful of my thick dark hard, yanked my
head up off the table, then force fed me his dark colored cock.


"Suck it, mofo..." he ordered, pushing in through my mustached lips.
	These guys couldn't have been no older than 18, fresh out of high
school and fucking their first full sized adult white male pussy. I could
hear them laughing and high fiving each other as they fucked me between
them, one holding my head/hair and fucking my gaping mouth while the other
held my hips, fucking my hairy ass. I could feel their cocks sliding in and
out of me, slamming in and out through my sphincter muscles and fucking
well down into the back of my throat. I was getting fucked from both ends,
taking cock like a Vegas whore.


	The supervisor watched (as he cleaned off his cock with some
napkins before tucking his tool away in his pants) as the two younger men
fucked me, using my mouth and ass simultaneously. He barked out positions
and told them how hard they should fuck me, telling them not to worry about
hurting my pussy like they were afraid of hurting women. "Man pussy's
different..." he informed them as they fucked. "...where a woman might get
upset and scream rape after fucking her too hard and disrespecting her...,
faggots like this white boy LIKE to be misused and abused! You can fuck
them as hard as you want, and they'll always come back for more! Their
butt-pussies are aching to be manhandled and fucked! So do whatever you
want to it! Fuck it as HARD as you want! Beat the pussy up as fast as you
can...! He'll love it, no matter how much he claims he don't...!"
	Taking the supervisor by his word, the two teenage truck drivers
started hammering me hard. I choked and gargled about the cock probing my
throat, fucking well down my tight sucking esophagus as hard and long as he
wanted, ignoring my protests as thick gobs of spit came up from my belly,
coating his throbbing cock shaft as he pulled out and slapped it against my
hairy face.


"Fuck that bitch, man..." he told his friend, watching his buddy butt fuck
the living shit out of me. "...I want some of that butt-pussy next!"


"You bout to get it real soon..." said the ass fucker, his voice sounding
far away as he wailed away inside me with deep pounding thrusts from the
door. Each hard inward slap of his pelvis was like a whack from a wooden
paddle. I imagined black and blue bruises all over my ass cheeks from the
rough pounding.
	I could feel his fingers digging into my skin as he gripped my
waist tighter, fucking me harder.


"You bout to nutt his ass...?!" asked his friend, his stiff dick slapping
against the side of my face, leaving thick gobs of slimy spit wherever it
touched.


"Yeah man..." moaned the fucker. "...his ass's as wet as any girl pussy
I've ever fucked...!"


"Probably from all that CUM he's got in him already...!" said the face
fucker. "Who knows how many dicks he took before he got here...?!"
	Before I could tell him that I hadn't been fucked at all today
until his supervisor fucked me and came in me twice, he re-rammed his cock
back into my throat and started fucking, shutting me up. The guy fucking my
ass was brutal. He'd obviously been held back from letting go and going
wild on his girlfriends, and took the opportunity to fuck MY ass as hard
and deep as he wanted. I could feel his cockhead slamming into my inner
walls, breaking them down as it slammed into warm, wet, velvety flesh and
beyond.
	I groaned and grunted painfully behind the cock I was sucking. The
face fucker mistook my moans for pleasure and started unloading straight
down the back of my throat. I could feel his cock pulsing in my throat as
thick spurts of cum shot directly into my stomach.
	The guy in my ass climbed up onto the table behind me, forcing me
to lay cater-corner between his friend's legs (his cock still thrust down
my convulsing throat) as he pounded me down against the table. I could feel
his long hard cock slamming into me, his heavy balls slapping against mine
(painfully) with every thrust.


"AWWW FUCK MAN..., I'M GONNA CUM...!!" he announced, ramming in deep as he
unloaded, grinding against me as his cock exploded in my ass, filling my
gut with its third load thus far.


"Damn..., we both nutted at the same time...!" announced the face fucker,
amazed at their timing.


"You still want some of this ass...?" asked the man behind me, his cock
still erupting in my ass.


"Yeah..., but I'mma need a minute to recover first..." said the face
fucker, his shrinking cock slipping from my throat as I continued to nurse
the rubbery shaft for whatever cum might be left hiding in the cum tube.


"You know you're gonna have to wait til everybody else's had their
turns..." said the ass fucker, making some gesture up towards the
ceiling. That's when I realized we were being recorded by security cameras
hidden discreetly in the top corner of the room.
	`Oh shit...' I thought to myself, realizing I had been seen the
whole time. Just then the door to the break room opened again and in walked
2 big security guards dressed complete in uniform. The younger guys pulled
their spent cocks from my wet holes and stepped back as I was roughly
manhandled and pulled down off the table by both arms and dragged out into
the main warehouse where there were about 25 to 30 guys standing around
waiting for me.
	My pants and the rest of my clothes were ripped from my body as I
was tossed to the floor like a sack of cement. The crowd closed in around
me in a circle, thick hard black cocks of all colors shapes and sizes
hanging out of open zippers and hanging out over exposed underwear
waistbands, waiting for my special attention.


"We saw everything you did in that room..." said one of the security guards
(pulling his own large erection from his uniform pants), acting as
spokesmen. "...we KNOW yur a faggot that loves to suck black dick and get
fucked...! Finish off the rest of us OR we send a copy of the break room
video --with our friend's faces blocked out, to Facebook...!"
	I wasn't exactly sure what Facebook was (being computer
illiterate), but I was aware of the social network through various news
programs and reports, and knew there would be a good chance that people
that I DIDN'T want to see me taking cock and getting fucked might see. I
knew then that I HAD to give in and do whatever these guys wanted...,
rather I wanted to or not...!


Continued...


Written by
Eugene Marvin aka
NPHILLYDOGG@aol.com
Email me or Willingmike2@gmail.com
with questions, comments, and suggestions.
_____________________________________________________________________________
[Special thanks to Luis and Steven for the idea of Mike and Frenway
Trucking Co. As you can see I've used some of yur ideas, but still kept it
within the vision I see for poor Mike. He isn't quite the hound you
depicted, but he's still growing...--DOGG.]