The older man clapped his hands twice, and it got perfectly quiet.I tried not to look at the guy in front of me. Every time I did, I blushed more. I w...s still covering myself at this point. The older man told me to lower my arms and put them relaxed at my sides. I tried to follow his instructions, but relaxed was just not in me yet.I dropped my arms to my sides and stood there stiff-armed. The older man, we'll call him Gary, came over and gently rubbed my arms while talking to me. I was. "Isn't that how you guys phrase it when a gal looks well-worth the fuck? A certified ride and a half. I mean, you'd go for her if she gave you the chance, wouldn't you? I know I would if I were you." I have noticed she studiously avoids going by the guys up at the bar as much as possible, however feasibly." I paused. "Not that I blame her." Ye-e-epp," she spoke a sarcastic twang, "not her fault the way she looks draws the looks." And what are you going about?" I added. "One step in this place. "Yeah!" they both replied.He put his hands around my neck and strangled me, causing me to pass outfrom lack of oxygen. The next time I awoke my body was hurting all over,apparently the deed was done. Everything just spun and I had no ideawhere I was at first. I could feel my nether region aching, aching hard.A couple of minutes, or seconds or hours, later the world stoppedspinning a little and I could tell that I was still outside, probably inthe same alley as earlier and I could feel that. And now these other, more innocent, high schoolboys were learning the joys of getting their shitters sucked by a faggot. The faggot did thebest job he could because he feared Matt's anger. Matt'sanger could mean aping pong paddle on the faggot's nut sack until the balls were black and swollen the size of grapefruit. Matt's anger could meanthat the faggot hadto suck off Matt's dog Macbeth.This was a regularpunishment for the poorfaggot. The fagoot would much rather suck teenage boy ass.And.