louisboy -> just life or did I miss a bullet PART 1 (12/12/2014 12:47:41 PM)
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I recently asked a question and your answers were dead on. There's something in my past that I've always wondered about. I was in my late teens, came from a small town and naive as hell. I used to jerk off to guys on the sports page and kiss their crotches, but I wasn't one of "THEM". I met a guy at work, Bob, who filled out his jeans remarkably well. We got to talking and he told me he wanted to commit suicide, because he was ugly. So, to save his life, I worked in it how good he looked whenever I saw him. We got this temp weekend job of moving old files to the basement. We had a cart, but it was in an old factory building with crummy floors, so that the file boxes wouldn't bounce off unless somebody had to lay across the top. Well, I was the one ,who pushed the cart. On the way back the cart was empty. Bob walked over to the cart and sat on it, like it was a throne. So, I had to push him back upstairs. I have this sub streak in me that won't quite, I'm enjoying the hell out of this. He started doing things to test his dominance, like making me stop the cart by a window, so he could look out, then motion his hand to tell me to move on. There were lots of things like that. He asked me to go on a camping trip with him. I had never been camping, but Bob had enough for both of us. I put on the back Bob had made for me and it weighed a ton. Later, I moved Bob's back pack and it hardly weighed anything. I was the pack mule. We had to get water out of the creek, but he picked up a rifle and I had to pick up the pail. There were always little test of his dominance and I ate them up. Now to the weird part
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