"Is he going to be big enough to be a sled dog?" I think so," Mark replied. "Everything I've been able to find, at least the more recent stuff, says t...at you don't want a real big dog. Real big dogs aren't as fast, and they eat more. They pull hard, but don't tend to have as much endurance." Makes sense," Mike observed. "After all, the idea is to just run around on the trails, not haul freight up to the mine. I take it you've found a fair amount to read?" Quite a bit," Mark said. "I found. My social self-confidence had soared.My annual holiday to Joan's was under a cloud. Although on a good scholarship, I needed extra income, so some kind of paying work was needed during the summer vacation. This need was in competition to my desire to get back to the CFNM, that I had discovered at Joan's, but had been unable to replicate back in Sydney. Eventually Joan convinced my mother, and myself more easily, that paid work was available up north, and so that is where I ended up. Ever since. I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. Some of the guys looking at me were waiting for me to take a seat so that they can sit next to me. Suddenly, a much taller guy than me, who was next in line behind me, put his arm around my waist, slipped his hands in my shorts and grabbed my crotch. I shifted through the rows to find a seat while still with him with his hand in my shorts. Very quickly he had pulled my dick out. So, as I was shifting between the rows he was holding my lund in the faces of all. "Would you like to go somewhere quieter?" I ask. He nods and we head to the back door of the bar. Just as I get outside the door the man grabs hold of my shoulders and I find myself up against the alley wall. His hands start exploring my body, forcefully, and I start moaning. his hands travel further down and cup my ass then he slides one hand into my jeans and the other up to my neck. "Suck my cock, Slut." He said as he pushed me down to my knees. I slowly undo the button and unzip his jeans,.