Mystere Whistles For Minus Man Meat

Minus walked into the bar, thirsty for a cold one after a long flight. To his surprise he saw, sitting there, someone he knew. "Hello, Mystere", Minus said. Shocked to hear the name he used on the internet, Mystere turned. "Who the hell are you?" Mystere demanded. "They call me Minus, but my real fake name is Dash Farmer John", Minus replied. "I know someone who goes by that name, but I have no idea what he looks like" a confused Mystere retorted.

"How is it that you recognize me?" Mystere inquired. "From your picture on the blog of Dervish Sanders" Minus explained. "Oh, right. That asshole" Mystere disgustedly responded. "Nice to meet you, Dash" Mystere said, extending his hand. The two men shook hands. "You want to buy me a beer?". "OK" Minus agreed. "Two beers" Minus barked at the bartender.

Minus sat down on a stool and, after the barkeep placed it in front of him, chugged his beer. "Another" Minus demanded before the bartender could leave. "Coming right up" the bartender replied, drawing another frosty draft from the spigot. "So, you come here often?" Minus inquired. "Only when I want to pick up chicks. So... every day" Mystere said.

Minus looked around. To his consternation he saw no women. "Where the women at?" Minus wondered. "This is a gay bar" the barkeep informed the two. A shocked look appeared on Mystere's face. "I had no idea!" he lied. Scanning the room, Minus noticed several men close dancing. "Ugh" Minus grunted. "Homos. How disgusting".

"Perhaps we should get out of here", Mystere suggested. "You and I, together?" Minus asked. "Sure, why not? I have some imported golden ales back at my place" Mystere answered, hoping the lure of some expensive beers would seal the deal. Was he about to get lucky? "I guess so" Minus agreed. "You have a car? I got here in a taxi".

Soon the two studs were on the highway, zipping along at a high rate of speed, drunk driving in Mystere's vehicle, a pink Chevy he called the Pinkie Toot Toot. "5301 Delong Street in Cypress isn't far from here" Mystere said, referring to his home address. "We should be at my place in no time".

Pulling off the highway, tires squealing, Mystere took several turns, eventually pulling into a driveway. "Well, here we are" Mystere announced. Getting no reply, Mystere turned and noticed that his passenger was fast asleep. Smiling, Mystere grabbed for his passenger's crotch and began rubbing. Minus, still fast asleep, started moaning.

"What the f*ck are you doing!" Minus exclaimed, waking suddenly. "Hey, it's just a joke" an embarrassed Mystere explained. "You're not a homo, are you?" Minus mumbled. "I'm so tired. I think I've got jet lag". "I'm not gay" Mystere protested. "Homosexuality is vile in God's eyes". "One man doing another man up the dumper is vile, I'll agree with you on that" Minus concurred. "I've heard rumors on the internet about you. It is good to confirm that they aren't true".

Still, Minus looked unconvinced. So Mystere decided to tell a lie he'd concocted ahead of time. "My girlfriend, a Hooters waitress, is really into 3-ways. Mostly the 2 girls and one guy variety. But she's been begging me for awhile to participate in a 3-way with another guy. I have to admit that I, when I encountered you in the bar, decided to bring you home as a surprise".

"A Hooters waitress, you say" Minus said, looking intrigued. "I think I may be into that. So long as it's me and her and you only watch". Mystere shook his head yes. "Sure. I like to watch" Mystere quickly agreed. Minus stumbled inside, collapsing into an armchair. "Here is one of the golden ales I promised" Mystere said, removing a brown bottle from a mini-fridge next to the living room couch. "Thanks" Minus said, popping the cap and downing it in one swig. "Delicious. Now, where is that girlfriend? She's got big jugs, yes?".

"The biggest" Mystere assured the highly intoxicated Minus. "Just let me send her a text and she should be right over" Mystere fibbed, pretending to send a text on his phone. "Cool" Minus replied. Then he dozed off. Mystere, grinning broadly, went to his knees and crept up between the unconscious man's legs. "Does your trouser snake want to come out and play?" Mystere inquired of a bulge that grew larger as he rubbed it.

Time passed as Minus slumbered. In his dream a well endowed blonde Hooters girl was orally pleasuring his member. "That feels fantastic!" Minus moaned in ecstasy. Then she began deep throating his man meat and it wasn't long before Minus exploded. At which point Minus woke. Looking down he saw Mystere between his splayed legs. His zipper was open and his weenie was fully exposed.

"Did you just rape me with your mouth!" an angry Minus roared. Mystere swallowed. "No way" Mystere obfuscated, licking his lips. "Then what the f*ck happened?" Minus demanded. "My girlfriend was blowing you, but she suddenly had to poop really bad and ran to the bathroom". "Is that right?". Minus stood and zipped up his pants. "My God, that was the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced".

Minus fell silent. Uncomfortably they waited. "What are we waiting for?" Mystere asked after awhile. "Your girlfriend to return. I'd like another BJ while awake" Minus explained. They waited awhile longer. "What's taking so long?" Minus eventually asked. "I have no idea" Mystere insisted. "Where is the bathroom?" Minus asked. "Right there" Mystere said, pointing to a door across a hallway adjacent to the living room.

Minus knocked on the door. "You coming out of there, babe?" he asked. No reply. He knocked again, this time harder. Then he tried the handle. The door opened. Looking inside Minus saw a sink, a shower and a toilet. But no one was there. "Nobody's in here" Minus concluded. Mystere joined Minus in the bathroom. "I guess she crawled out the window" Mystere said.

"Why the hell would she do that?" Minus said, not believing Mystere's story. "I think it was YOU who blew me" Minus said, poking Mystere in the chest with his finger. Minus found his head was pounding. A consequence of the jet lag and drinking too much, he guessed. Minus lifted the lid of the toilet and barfed. "I should kill you, you disgusting homo" Minus groaned as he went to his knees and barfed again.

"I am NOT a homo", Mystere whined. "Then where is your girlfriend?" Minus said, shouting. he was really angry, but he was also still aroused. That BJ had felt SO good! He grabbed Mystere and forced him to his knees. "If it was your girlfriend who blew me, then a blowjob from you should feel completely different" he said, unzipping his pants and removing Mr. Happy.

Mystere couldn't believe it. This night could not be going better! Before he realized what he was doing, the johnson of Minus slipped between his lips and down his throat. Minus was truly surprised at how fantastic what he was experiencing felt. Which is why he allowed it to continue. Instead of bashing Mystere in the head with his fist and then beating him to death, which is what he imagined he'd do if a gay guy ever tried to rape him.

When it was over, Minus considered what had happened. "I'm not gay either" he said. "If you're not gay and I'm not gay... then obviously what just transpired was not a homosexual encounter". "Absolutely not" Mystere concurred. "WOW! You are really good at that" Minus said eventually. "Now, I think I'm going to call an Uber and get the hell out of here".

Post authored by the anti-Trump Leftist Bastard Dervish Sanders. WYM-114. TF-14.

The Alpha Male Minus Quest For True Love Impeded By So Many Lying Whores!

"Hello, my name is Farmer John" Minus said, using one of his many aliases. "That is an odd name" the woman replied. Then she looked at him closer, scrutinizing the man beside her. "I know you" the woman said finally. "You're the guy who grabbed my breasts in Shorty's Southside Tavern last week".

Minus thought. "Yes" he admitted, remembering. "That was I. When I see a pair of double-Ds I can't help but grab them", Minus said complementing the woman. The lady looked shocked, but Minus knew she was loving the attention. "You're a waitress there, aren't you?" Minus asked. "No" the woman replied nervously. "I was having a drink with some co-workers".

She and this unknown man were walking alone together through a local park just before dusk. When she first noticed the man, other people were around, so she wasn't that concerned. Now it was starting to get dark and those people turned down another path a while back. But the man continued to walk behind her. Then he was beside her. He smiled and introduced himself.

"You live near here?" Minus inquired. "No" the woman answered, feeling a little fearful. "My boyfriend is waiting for me at the entrance of the park" the woman added, hoping that would scare Minus off. "Interesting" Minus replied, not buying what the woman told him. "Maybe we could go back to your place for a quickie" Minus inquired. The vibe he was getting from this woman told him she wanted him desperately.

The woman's eyes got wide, then she took off running, fearful she was about to be raped. "What's wrong, honey?" Minus shouted at the fleeing woman. "Ridiculous" Minus scoffed. "It seems this stupid ho has uncharitably categorized my pass as a prelude to a sexual assault". Minus continued on his way.

A while later he reached the edge of the park. Passing through the gates, the woman he had encountered earlier suddenly jumped in front of him. She had what looked like a spray can in her hand. She started spraying, but Minus quickly grabbed her wrist and deflected the stream away from his eyes (where she was aiming).

"You trying to mace me, bitch?" Minus growled. But Minus wasn't angry; he was amused. Minus had a tight grip on the woman's wrist. She struggled but couldn't get away. Minus began to laugh. "A pretty young thing like you out alone at night is just asking to get raped" Minus informed the woman.

Gaile (the woman) started screaming. "Shut up, slut" Minus commanded. He pulled her to him and placed his hand over her mouth, muffling her screams. Gaile bit down. Minus yelled and let her go. Gaile attempted to run away, but Minus grabbed hold of her purse. The purse strap snapped and Gaile stumbled back. Her feet slipped out from under her and she landed on her back, hard.

Minus put his hand to his mouth and sucked the blood out of the bite. "Shit!", that hurts Minus complained. "I should call the cops and report this assault" Minus snarled. Galie got to her feet shakily and stumbled a bit. Then she bolted, disappearing into the darkness. "Hey, you forgot your purse" Minus said as he watched the fleeing woman vanish. "Dumb bitch".

Minus opened the woman's purse and found her driver's license. "Gaile Trotter. I know where you live, Gaile Trotter. I might have to stop by Gaile's place to return her purse" Minus decided. "Despite her assault, I am a gentleman. She's going to need her driver's license and credit cards. I surely wouldn't want her to go through the hassle of having to replace them".

A few days later Minus, behind the wheel of his jet black Camaro with flames painted on the side, drove past Gaile Trotter's house. A small bungalow located on a side street not far from the park where he had first encountered her. Minus parked on a side street and proceeded to watch from a location where he had a good view of Gaile's property.

Inside the house Gaile was fixing herself dinner. Thinking of her encounter with Minus, she checked the lock on her front door. It was secure. How stupid she was to have walked through the park right before dark, Gaile berated herself. She had, of course, done it many times before. Although before it was always during the daytime. It just so happened that her place of employment was a few blocks from Shorty's, and she liked to hang out there with work friends.

She was pretty scared after she got away from the stranger. Gaile jogged to the edge of the park, then attempted to call the police, but found that her cell phone battery was dead. Seeing the man approaching, Gaile ducked behind one of the stone pillars that made up the arch that was the entrance to the park.

Removing the mace from her purse, Gaile intended to spay her would-be assailant in the face, then make her getaway. But he grabbed her wrist, then stole her purse. Gaile reported the incident to the police and filed a report, but they took it for a purse snatching and not an attempted rape. After she admitted she'd been drinking and was a little tipsy, it seems they didn't take her seriously.

Minus watched the house for several days, driving by after work and staying until the sun went down. That is how he deduced that Gaile lived alone. He also, after charging it up, examined her cell phone. It was password protected, but Minus booted it into safe mode to bypass the 3rd party lock screen. There was an entry that read Mom and Dad (an out-of-state number), plus the names of numerous female friends (Minus guessed). But no male names.

"Is she a lesbian?" Minus pondered. Perhaps what she needed was to meet a real man. That would cure her of her lesbianism. Minus knew he was just the man, an Alpha Male. She'd be grateful once he returned her purse. Naturally she'd have to find a way to thank him. Minus had that effect on women, the misunderstanding in the park being a shocking exception to how such encounters usually went down.

Minus was used to women throwing themselves at him. Given how good-looking and successful he was. He'd picked up quite a few women in bars around the city. All he had to do was flash a huge wad of cash and the next thing he knew he was getting a BJ in the bathroom. Then he'd quickly dump them, not wanting to take up permanently with some tramp who'd blow a guy in the bathroom of some seedy bar. He lived by the same credo as Brett Kavanaugh. FFFFF, or Find them, Feel them, Finger them, F*ck them, Forget them.

But he had a feeling that, this time, with Gaile, things would be different. Likely she was used to only beta males, which is why a strong alpha like Minus threw her off. Gaile was probably fantasizing about him right now (and touching herself), just as he was fantasizing about her (and doing the same). Minus was convinced that she could be the one. The one who would finally convince him to settle down and start a family.

Plus she apparently owned her own home, suggesting she was financially independent. Minus saw an entry for her place of employment in the phone. An investment banking firm. That would work for Minus, as he was tired of whores who were primarily interested in him because he was well off. Yes, he decided -- he was definitely interested in seeing if he could make this thing with Gaile work.

Post authored by the anti-Trump Leftist Bastard Dervish Sanders. wtm-81. tf-8.