Name: Anonymous 2015-02-18 1:50
I used to work at a milling plant. I worked with a weird guy. Name was Terry. He talked with a lisp and looked at me a little too lovingly sometimes. Being a lonely wage slave barely making enough to get by, I didn't have the time or money for meeting people. And girls are turned off by poverty.
In a desperate and pathetic moment, I asked Terry if he was gay. He said he was bi. Close enough. Said he was a bottom. I asked him straight up if he wanted to fuck, no strings attached. I was bored and lonely and depressed. He agreed. We went back to his place and I fucked him while closing my eyes and pretending that I was doing anal with a girl.
It was good, but I felt bad about it. As soon as I came, an immense wave of shame and regret washed over me. I didn't stay long. I'm not even sure if he came or not, but I didn't care. I put my clothes on as quickly as possible and left. I quit my job and applied at a nearby factory instead. It was just too embarrassing and shameful to see him again. Fucking faggot.
And that's the story of how I got in the miller Terry.
In a desperate and pathetic moment, I asked Terry if he was gay. He said he was bi. Close enough. Said he was a bottom. I asked him straight up if he wanted to fuck, no strings attached. I was bored and lonely and depressed. He agreed. We went back to his place and I fucked him while closing my eyes and pretending that I was doing anal with a girl.
It was good, but I felt bad about it. As soon as I came, an immense wave of shame and regret washed over me. I didn't stay long. I'm not even sure if he came or not, but I didn't care. I put my clothes on as quickly as possible and left. I quit my job and applied at a nearby factory instead. It was just too embarrassing and shameful to see him again. Fucking faggot.
And that's the story of how I got in the miller Terry.