"Talks like a fagot," a biker who was also standing at the bar said."Wonder how he will explain a fagot putting his greasy ass in the hospital?" The B...it said to me."I expect he want much like to admit that," I replied.The greasy biker lunged at The Brit who side stepped him and then turned him backwards and wrapped his arm around his throat. He had the other hand on the man's chin. "Now lad, I can brake your fucking neck, or I can turn you loose and you can but me a drink," The Brit. "He doesn't even know me." He said he was your boyfriend." Matt looked at me like he wanted to laugh, but was waiting to see what I did first."Really?" My butterflies were back."He's total ass, dude!" Lance slapped me on the helmet. "We're gonna hit him when we do the yardlines." Yeah!" Matt grinned.Yardlines were when three guys lined up on the goal line and tried to stop one person from scoring with the football."All right! Put your locks and keys on the bench!" Coach was yelling. "Stop yer. So like most closeted bi men do, I posted on Craigslist a simple ad, "28m Looking for Hung men, Tonight." I got a few responses into the late hours of the night, mostly from old men with 6" peckers. Nothing remotely interesting, so I ended up going to bed unsatisfied. Tuesday Morning I wake up and like every morning start to check my email. I immediately notice that I got an email early this morning, with my Craig list post as the subject line. The email reads:Hey, I'm in ____________, need to. Ben obliged, prodding my wanting hole with his large cock. He slipped into me slowly, which I appreciated as he stretched my poor hole beyond what I thought possible. I gasped and moaned as he slid furher and further into me, all the while calling me names and saying he owned me. As his pelvis reached my ass he reached down and grabbed my throat. I almost came all over my own stomach when he spoke. "You are nothing but a little whore aren't you?" I nodded happily as he started to pump his hips.