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Late in the summer I went camping with a group of seven of my friends, including Freddy. We were staying at a cottage owned by the family of one of the guys. There wasn’t any supervision around so we were free to engage in any kind of shenanigans. At one point in the evening Freddy suggested we play truth or dare. At first we challenged each other to silly pranks and harmless contests. Eventually of course, it turned sexual when Freddy challenged one of the boys to hold his penis as he urinated. The boy protested, but the group was not sympathetic to a refusal, so he reached out to take Fred… Leer más

I didn't see Freddy for several days after I had sucked him off. Not that I was looking for him. Afterwards I had worried that everyone would find out what I had done. I figured I couldn't count on him to keep the matter secret given his shamelessness. I stayed indoors and kept to myself. When my friends called, I made up excuses not to join them. When I did finally emerge from hiding, it wasn't long before I saw that dirty pig again. "Hey, there you are! Were you hiding from me? Ha ha!" I felt uneasy as he approached. "I won't tell anyone what you did, if that's what you're thinking," he ass… Leer más

Years ago, one sunny afternoon, five of my friends and I were gathered in an open area by the train tracks debating what game to play when we saw Freddy approaching us on his bike. The others groaned when they noticed him, but I wasn’t sure why. I had met him once before and he seemed fine, but my friends all considered him odd. He wore a worn, stained t-shirt over his pudgy body and sweat dripped from the short frizzy hair of his fat head down to his thick lips. He greeted us with a friendly smile and boisterous “Hey guys, what you up to?” The deliberations continued for a few more minutes u… Leer más

I was on my way to meet Kyle at our usual rendezvous point on a deserted road off ironically-named Highway 69, when I suddenly heard a rumbling noise and found it difficult to steer. “Shit”, I thought as I pulled off to the shoulder, “not a flat tire.” I was not dressed for such a misfortune with my fuck-me boots, fish-net nylons, black mini-skirt, pink slutty top, and blond wig. My first concern was about breaking a nail before I realized that I have never changed a tire and would have no idea how to go about doing so. Darkness enveloped the car and I wasn’t sure where I was on the highway… Leer más