If I win you all have to join in tonight.
If I lose we shall do it again later on.
Scratching in 5 minutes!
Nobody is joining you, fag.
Hell yeah...Let's make it rain..
Going hard in the paint tonight with 3 bad boy scratchers...2 $10s and a $5.
Could this be a big hit?
Or will I walk away without shit?
Don't clown or frown...join in and let's get down.
Next time you post a scratcher and it’s a winning ticket I’m going to go to 7-11 and scan my phone screen and take your winnings big boy
@1,118,249 (B)
@previous (F)
What's that? Write homoerotic fanfiction about Wade and Bert? And the location is a gas station? Well, okay. We are the gay love fora...
Bert was out of breath, panting heavily. He knew that he shouldn't have threatened to rape that policewoman who came to the trailer about him ignoring the lockdown rules. But alas, not threatening rape would have made him a cuck. What good were woman, anyway? Why would one be doing a manly man's work? It was the work of the liberalcrats, he knew it. Thankfully his mother's trailer had a special escape hatch he had used to escape when she had tried to arrest him. He had made it for the possible upcoming civil war, but it had come in handy much sooner. Alas, he now found himself on the run, a fugitive from the law.
Bert wiped some sweat from his brow as he continued his steady shamble out of town. It began to dawn on him that he would need water before long. Normally he would simply drink from the hose outside, which always soothed him as it reminded him of one of the happiest moments of his life, but that was not an option now. He diverted himself to a nearby gas station. But just as he was about to enter, he swore loudly. His wallet was back in his mother's trailer!
Just then, a camper van drove down the road and turned into the gas station. A heavy haze of marijuana fumes surrounded it, obscuring it somewhat. Bert narrowed his eyes suspiciously as the camper van's door opened, releasing a thick fog of weed smoke. Bert's scowled as he began to realize who it was.
Blonde hair. A confident and carefree smile. It was... My god, it's that damn hippie Wade, Bert thought.
Bert shook his fist in anger. "Wade...You hippie...How about a sandwich..?"
"Woah dude, is that, like, Bert? Woah..." Wade replied, his weed high mellowing him out.
"Uhhh...I said you suck dick...For sandwiches.." Bert answered, not knowing how to respond to his nemesis being so mellow. "You're a damn fag.." he added.
"Like... What are you doing here, man...?" Wade asked, completely indifferent to Bert's insults.
"I got forced out of town by a damn libercrat bitch...For no reason.." Bert said in a sullen voice.
"Woah... That's far out, man." Wade replied, nodding his head. "The liberals are, like, the real nazis, man. They want to control our minds with regulations..."
"Hey...Yeah..!" Bert enthused "The liberalcrats are destroying this country...I can't even buy some damn water...because I left my wallet behind when I ran.."
Wade raised one eyebrow and grinned. "Well perhaps you can help me out, man. It gets lonely out there on the open road... A guy's got needs, you know what I'm saying? So how about I give you some cash for helping me out, man?"
Bert was taken aback. That damn fag Wade was hitting on him! He would have to kick his ass now, of course. Yes, this could not stand. Bert was straight.
...And yet, his mind unwittingly drifted back to his last encounter with a fellow BBS poster at a gas station. The trucker. They had both claimed publicly that the other man hadn't shown up, but they
had. The trucker had arrived admitting that he was more of a lover than a fighter and offered to buy Bert a beer instead.
One thing had led to another, and Bert had somehow ended up back in the man's truck, being passionately fucked by him. Although he had never been with a man before then, the trucker's rugged manner had touched Bert deeply, like nothing else ever had. Bert didn't want to call it love, and yet he could think of no other word to describe what had happened between him and the the other man in that truck over those two nights. Oh how he missed the trucker now...
He shook his head to clear his head of his memories. The trucker was gone now, gone forever. But perhaps he could find something just a little like it, right now.
Bert swallowed nervously. He hated Wade and all he stood for, but he needed water. And if he was reminded just a little of his time with the trucker, that would be okay too. Trying hard not to betray any emotion, Bert nodded once and led followed Wade into his camper van.
Bert silently assured himself that this would not make him a fag, any straight man would want to recapture a sexual experience like the one he'd had in that truck. There was nothing gay about it.
"Just relax, man..." Wade said with a smile, lowering his pants. Bert gulped audibly and said nothing as Wade lowered his briefs.
Bert could not restrain a gasp upon seeing Wade's large, 9 inch cock. The trucker hadn't been this big. Bert felt afraid, but also undeniably aroused.
Wade shook his penis enticeingly.. "Come on, man. It ain't gonna take care of itself."
The time for talk was over. Bert eagerly knelt down and took Wade's manhood into his a mouth, passionately sucking on the finest piece of man meat he had ever seen. Wade moaned in appreciation as Bert sucked like a man dying of thirst (which he almost was).
"Damn, man... I'm close..." Wade moaned.
Wanting his salty treat now, Bert placed a finger into Wade's asshole.
Wade groaned loudly as he began to pump sperm down Bert's throat. Rivulet after rivulet of cum went into Bert's mouth, who was all too eager to receive Wade's seed. He sighed in ecstasy as he began to think that perhaps he had found a man even better than the trucker.
After the deluge stopped, the two men rolled onto Wade's sofa bad, gently stroking each other.
"So hey, man, you can go buy that water now." Wade said, before placing a tender kiss on Bert's nipple.
Bert chuckled softly, a reciprocated with a kiss to one of Wade's own nipples. "No...I'm not thirsty now...I'm full of Wade juice.." he replied.
"Huh, man..." Wade acknowledged, turning to look out of his window. "How about I just buy you a sandwich then, man?"
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