Date: Wed, 10 Sep 2008 19:39:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: Lloyd Peters <lloydpeters47@yahoo.com>
Subject: On the Trail

Author's notes: If you are too young to read this legally, please go
away. This story didn't happen, except in some of my more pleasant
masturbatory fantasies. In the real world, there are STDs and rules of
grammar and spelling, so please practice only safe sex and good writing.

This is my second Nifty story. The first was called Donnie Finds
Acceptance.

Thanks in advance for your feedback and notes of appreciation or
depreciation.

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The fag had three of our jockstraps in his personal collection at his
house, but nobody knew it was him, 'cuz we were always about half an hour
into our cross-country run when the fucker snuck into the locker room. He
was too chickenshit to tell anyone outright, which is a shame, 'cuz I know
that George, for instance, might of even been interested. I was in his room
one day after we'd went for a run, he got the first shower, 'n I had to
look up some shit on the web, so I turned on his monitor, I wouldn't of
even believed it if I didn't see it myself, I never knew shit like that
even existed. Course, I never said nothing to George, 'cuz I always liked
him a lot, and I'm not prejudice or nothin', even against fags as long as
they leave me alone, and I didn't want him to even know I looked at stuff
on his computer. Jeez, I was so wrapped up in it, I almost didn't hear him
come out of the shower, which I usually know exactly what he's doing in
there. Damn, that was close! But then I started thinking, there's prolly
lotsa fags that worship atheletics, like I saw on George's computer, which
could be handy to know, like when Hillary's on the rag or somethin'.

OK, where were we? This is supposed to be about the jock-stealing fag,
Mark, I think is his name, not that it matters. I was running alone one
morning, 'cuz the other guys couldn't make it, which is a shame, I love how
we all look, running together, like a picture in that museum that Hillary
dragged me to. Anyway, without my buddies to look at, I was paying more
attention to the bushes near the trail, and there behind one was Faggymark,
I almost didn't see him, but there he was, jacking his little dick like he
was about to lose it, and he had my favorite jock in his face, MY JOCK,
with my sweat and piss and babymakers, so I yelled at him 'n started
chasing him, he even dropped my fuckin' jock and then he fell down, and I
was about to kick the shit out of him when all the Gatorade I'd drank
before running gave me a better idea, so I yelled at him to turn over,
which he did, and I pulled out my cock and fuckin' couldn't believe the
look in his eyes. I don't blame him too much, especially for a fag, I even
get a hard on when I look at it, which, speaking of hard ons, I was
starting to get one then, and even now just talking about it, and then the
fucker, you're not gonna believe this, but he opened his damn mouth and
just waited. It took me a long time to start, but he just lay there,
looking at me with his mouth open really big. It was like using a real
urinal, excep' there wasn't NE1 next to me to sneak looks at out the corner
of my eyes, that's not faggy or nothing, I seen lotsa guys, do it. I
started pissin', which wasn't that easy, 'cuz by then it was a little
stiffer, if ya know what I mean. I was starting to get off on this, and I
could tell the little fucker was, too... the way he moved his head, holy
shit, he wanted to drink it!

And then something happened, I can't explain it, but I started liking the
little bitch, like I wanted to take care of him, protect him, y'know, plus
at this point my dick was doing most of the thinking, if you know what I
mean, so I kneeled down and held his head kinda gentle while resting my
cock on his open mouth. God that looked so fine, if I didn't think about it
being full of my piss, actually that's kind of hot, too.  NEhow, it felt
fuckin' fantastic, I never could get Hillary to even blow me, so I started
sliding it on his tongue, nice 'n easy, oh, yeah, and then I was really
gettin' into it, his mouth reminded me of a really loose pussy, so I start
fucking his face hard, and he clamped down on me, better than the tightest
pussy I ever fucked. I came with more dick slime than I ever pumped into
Hillary, it would of ran out the corners of his mouth if he hadn't of
swallowed my sperm like his life depended on it, just like he did with my
piss.

If you ever tell anyone I said this, I'll fuckin' kill you, I don't even
want George to know, and he's my best buddy in the whole world, actually my
only buddy, but, NEway, I started falling in love with Marky, and I still
can't hardly believe I did this, I pulled him up, real gentle and it's like
I just forgot what I had just done in his mouth, I started kissing him,
putting my tongue where my cock had just been, and I could feel him
melting, and starting to cry, and so was I, good tears, actually, and I
totally forgot about Hillary and knew I was hooked on Marky and maybe even
a little bit like him, which was fuckin' scary, but it started to be all
right, too. Yeah, it was very all right. Me and Marky have been secretly
going out together for almost a month.

- End -

Copyright 2008, PeterSJC, Lloyd Peters