“I think you’re wrong,” Mark, my neighbor, said to Bruce as I opened the door.
“Naw,” Bruce replied. “You’re full of shit.”
“What the fuck you guys arguing about?” I asked, as they came inside.
“Bruce says it’s easy to spot a queer, cause they’re all sissies,” Mark said.
“Fuck,” Bruce said. “Everyone knows they’re all fuckin’ hair dressers and shit like that.”

I laughed to myself. I’m a queer and I’m no sissy. I work construction, ride a motorcycle, drive a big fucking 4X4, hunt, fish, and do a lot of other things “straight” men do. I also love sucking a stiff cock and fucking a hairy ass. I’ve even been known to take a hard pole up my ass on occasion, too. Of course, these two clowns don’t know that. Straight men are so easy to fool sometimes.
Anyway, my two humpy neighbors had come over to spend some time. Their wives had gone away for a spa weekend, so I told them to come over for a couple days of beer, cigars and porn.
They’re both hot dudes. Mark is Italian. Handsome, dark skinned, and hairy, his delicious looking nips were barely covered by his tank top. Bruce is Nordic looking. A big blond Viking, his massive pecs and arms threatened to rip their way out of his skintight t-shirt.
I knew something about both of them that they didn’t know about the other. They both secretly taped themselves fucking their old ladies and shared the tapes with me. So I knew that they were both hung like horses and fucked like machines. Their wives sure knew they had been fucked when these studs were done with them. I had beat off many times watching them in action.
