"We don't like your kind here."Same shit. Different decade. Different issue."Don't worry. I'm here for the ceremony. I'll be gone in a few hours." Get... your fairy ass out of here."He was getting me angry, but he was not going to get me to startanything."No, thank you. Could you, please, let me eat in peace?" And if I don't?"As he said that I saw the policeman came walking in our direction."I suggest you look behind you," I said as I pointed to the cop."Come on, Cliff, leave the lady alone," the. He was hard of course. His owner wouldn’t have it any other way. He’d been through an awful lot of painful training to be able to maintain an erection for as long as he could now (training, it must be said, that he had enjoyed immensely, despite the excruciating pain it had caused him).There were times, even now however, that he simply couldn’t get hard again as quickly as his owner wanted and, as his pain threshold increased, the punishments were becoming more and more degrading. After all, as. I knew what he wanted and I knew that my occasional fantasy, that helped me to blow my load on lonely nights, was about to become a reality. He stopped me, pulled me behind a dumpster and pushed me down to my knees in front of him. Without him having to ask I fumbled with his belt then managed to undo his button and fly. I was not prepared for the sight of his huge cock, it took my breath away. Though I had often looked at gay pictures on the net and fantasized about men, I wondered if I would. I'm surprised that I waited until I was fifteen to really do it. I'd been giving blow jobs for three years by then.After Billy and I broke up there was Chuck Simmons. I went with him for a whole year. When he started acting possessive I dropped him. I didn't go steady with anybody then until after I graduated. I got laid a whole lot, though.After high school you know I went to work in the real estate office. This one agent that started there about a year after I did always flirted with me and I.