- Gay Male
- Last Laugh
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And Neal would be at it again next weekend—standing at the gay and lesbian shelf in some big box bookstore in some new town, waiting for some dummy to pick him up, give Neal the fuck he craved—today had been a bonanza—and then gift Neal with all his folding money and his credit cards, which Neal would fence for a tidy sum. Neal wasn't from Warsaw. He lived in Fort Worth. And he would never hit the bookstores there.
Next week Kokomo maybe. That was far enough away from Fort Worth—and from Warsaw. These guys had laughed at him while they banged him. Neal was used to that. But Neal always had the last laugh.
- COMMENTS
CandPSabout 8 years agoEvery one of those guys gave you their lovely cocks and you stole from them.
I could not steal from anyone who was giving me pleasure. I would have done just the opposite and paid them for making love to me. Paying for their beer, gas, pot, etc. would have surely made me happy and them wanting more (which would have made me even happier).
Anonymousover 9 years agoYour stories always hit the mark. Loved the little twist. Great ending. Thanks again for quality writing. :)
lonesomedove66over 9 years agoI can't click on the five stars - stupid laptop - but I can tell you that as usual you have written a great story. I had to laugh at the end though, sneaky but clever. Ah now it works there you go...
Anonymousover 9 years agoGreat story and I too was laughing at the end. Thanks really enjoyed
