One of the cons of living in Small Town, USA is that
everyone and their mother is in your business. You can't take a dump in your
own home without the next door neighbor calling her church clique spreading
rumors. Don't get me started on bank tellers peering into your accounts to see
purchasing habits; talk about invasion of privacy.
And not to mention if your family is well-to-do—like mine,
you're always under a microscope. Terrell Green is the name and way back when
one of my forefathers founded this town, along with a man named Vernon Main,
our families owned pretty much the entire county. Union Valley, Alabama,
population 9,802.
Well, 9,801 now.
For the past year I've been celibate, not for the lack of
trying to find partners—that's actually a lie, I haven't been actively looking.
Mr. Right Hand had been all I've needed for the past twelve months; at least
that's what I told myself. The easy way to calm the urges was to pop online to
one of the tube sites, find a nice clip to flap off to, and hit the sack.
Then one day I found out about the joys of camming. I met this
one dude in Egypt; we cam’d for two hours, stroking our dicks, trading naughty
pictures and acting out our twisted, beautiful fantasies. He invited me into
his home, said he'd take care of me if I agreed to be his house boy—no thanks.
Then there was this small market owner in Iran, he cam’d from his storage room.
Talk about hot. His dick was seven inches thick of uncut goodness and his balls
were the size of plums.
My only sexual outlet in town had been with my first cousin,
and that had ended around my freshman year in college. We fought about who came
onto whom. He never identified with being gay; we were just two young guys
stealing moments in the barn, woods and corn fields, having some good dirty
fun. I loved his cock; he had a mean stroke—it was long and strong.
Too bad it had to end; now he has seven kids by three
different women, and is common-law married to his second baby momma. I guess
this a bid to prove that he's all man. Whenever we see each other out in public
it's as if nothing sexual ever happened between us. Some part of me still would
love to be with him, but I guess it's for the best. Anyway, that's a story for
another time.
I felt trapped in my small town. I needed a change of
scenery to a place where I wasn't a Green, but just another guy. I've lived in
Union Valley all my life and wanted to spread my wings and fly the hell away.
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