He was a tall, somewhat chubby white guy. He was also a flamboyant homosexual. Hank was always surrounded by a bunch of girls and he acted in an overl... effeminate manner. I didn’t hate gays or anything but I was no big fan of the fem guys. Back in those days, I had a lot to learn. I saw Hank and the sight of him immediately pissed me off. There he was, the fem guy. The flamejob. The asshole who made it a point to annoy people and you couldn’t do anything about it because he would accuse you of. He got hard again at the thought and got blown again.He beat off frequently waiting for Sunday after church when she would come to his apartment. She brought her workin’ clothes and got busy. There was plenty to do and he helped so he could be nearby and watch her braless tits swing and sway inside her thin blouse.After a while, Billy Bob offered her a beer. She hardly ever got one at home because the men drank them first. “He is being so nice to me,” she thought.“My turn to be nice.” She. " Of course," I confirmed, trapped, despite my better knowledge. There would be nothing hypothetical, and the longer this discussion lasted, the less confident I was that my depraved little secret would stay that way."Say there’s a teacher," she winked at me and her friends giggled. "Hey, be serious!" She admonished them playfully. "There’s a teacher, and she has a little fetish. Let’s assume she has a desperate craving to kiss one of her student’s feet."Shouts of, "gross!" and "eww! icky!". What if the wife found out? Or the papers? He didn’t mean it, he would never hurt Craig like that. He was just angry and needed to lash out. Now he sat at the bar feeling awful and wishing he had never said those things. They had some fun times together. To bad the horrid ending would black out all good memories. Three beers later Bobby noticed a rather interesting stranger staring directly at him from across the bar. Tall, dark haired, with what appeared to be a great body under the jeans and.