The faggot let go of my nipples. The sweat poured off me. XXNX I began to hear a thump in my skull. I lay my head back against the wall and closed my eyes. My cock pounded between my legs, stretching up, rubbing against my six-pack. For the first time in my life, I felt small. How could this fag be a bigger man than me? I couldn’t see my crotch through the steam, but the faggot was wide awake, smiling. As I turned back, I felt something run up my thigh, come to rest against my cock, and press. I heard the faggot shushing me quiet, but I couldn’t help myself. How could this fag be a bigger man than me? I was shocked! The faggot stepped back. The scrawny faggot shook his hips, dropping the towel to the floor. And I was kneeling before him. I began to smell something really weird. I had struck out with the local ladies up in the bar, and was now trying to sweat the booze out of my system. Ten beers, four whiskeys and eight shooters.
