" He wasn't a fag, he didn't get off on it. But he couldn't deny that he was hard, his cock throbbing, tenting his white briefs. This was exactly what...he barely let himself think about at night. But hushed, late night fantasy with a shameful hand moving under his bed clothes was nothing like the reality. His throat hurt. He'd been humiliated, treated like he wasn't a man, wasn't even human.This man was going to **** him. And he wasn't going to be gentle about it."Well, straight men don't get. I laid down on my bed, and the next thing I knew it was daylight and I had slept all night in my cloths with my shoes still on. For how much I drank last night I feel surprisingly good. so, I got up and made lunch since it was that late, I basically didn't do much so around 3 I decided to go down to the Gym and seat out some of the evils from last night, I think I was sweating alcohol. I was on the rowing machine, when Kim is standing right in front of me in shorts showing off her edible legs .. Eventually the glitter wears off notoriety for most people, well for me anyway. Fame and fortune have their benefits, but for every good thing they bring to your life, they can take away as much if not more.Anyway I'm telling you all this just to explain why I was wandering around Dallas airport looking for something interesting to read. Eventually I found a bookstore and was perusing the stands for something to while away the hours during the rest of my convoluted journey homeI prefer to bury. I banked sharply and headed towards the colony landing pads at full speed. I dropped to just above the treetops. It was not long before I dropped into the huge pad clearing and shut off the flier even before I landed and stopped.I rolled off the flier and brought the rifle over my head. I switched on the sights as I aimed across the pads and started firing. I shot anything that moved as they began to react. So far only a few shoots came towards me but that would change. I engaged a group of.