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Day of Wrath Queer As Hell & Damn Proud Of It!

Standing there he wished things had been different, wished that his father had not changed and married that cow Betty. Man how he had hated it when they had started seeing each other and worse when she started showing up to help his dad out with meals. He could feel the knuckles growing white as he gripped the strap, seeing her smiling face that day when he came home to find her there. She had made dinner and worse, his father had acted like some stupid teenager from his school the way he kept staring at her all through dinner. It was sickening really and worse, he could still see his mother's face in his mind and it bothered him that in such a short time his father couldn't. It was like his father had simply forgotten all those years with his mother and him.

Ashley shrugged the chill off that had come over him as he had recalled that day and moved further into the bus station. He glanced around and finally saw the restroom sign and headed towards it. He had the urge to pee for the last hour or so and despite the bus having one of those toilets he just couldn't force himself to use it. Back home he could get out and take a whiz at the side of the room without feeling self-conscious yet in the bus he felt like everyone would stare at him.

He pushed open the big door with the stupid little stick man on it and found himself in a huge chamber. There were several men lined up along the wall, each one standing close over a white urinal. He looked towards the other wall where the stalls were and could tell that they were all occupied which only made him feel even more self conscious. He hated to use the urinals but the urge was overpowering so he moved down the end as far away as possible from the others.

Ashley sat his duffle bag down next to his legs and stepped inwards, unzipping his faded blue jeans to finally let his dick out. He struggled as he moved in as close as possible, feeling almost as if all the others were staring at him though no one seemed to be. It was a dumb thought but he also felt a strange thrill run through his body as he tried to get his soft dick out and take the whiz that had been threatening to happen no matter what. Suddenly it just didn't want to come and he knew it was from his own fear of being seen and yet in the back of his mind it was what he kind of wanted too.

The first dribble of pee started and he felt the release it gave him. His body sagged inwards and he sighed a little as he also began to remember that day which led to him being here in San Diego now. It really hadn't been any different of a day except that he had slept in a bit. He had been up most of the night nursing an ailing cow in the barn and had assumed he'd be able to sleep in but as usual his assumptions had been wrong.

The first sign of trouble had been the sudden jolt he had felt when his stepbrother Tommy had slung a pillow at his sleeping body. The jolt had made him spring up quickly, which was a mistake as he liked to sleep in the raw and the dream of that hot centrefold was fresh in his mind. He leapt out of bed stark naked with a hard on that only made his 15-year-old stepbrother holler with laughter at him.

Tommy had started chanting some stupid nonsense at him and he had taken a swipe at him with his own pillow. That in itself wasn't too bad but then his other stepbrother Brad showed up and he too began laughing as he raced in to help Tommy. The pillow had somehow broke its casing and feathers flew all over the place which made them all quiet down. He had yelled at them and bent down to begin to push the feathers into a pile when Tommy had reached for the pillow casing, which had fallen just under the bed.

It was too late for him to reach out and grab it himself and Tommy had found the magazine lying under the bed where Ashley had left it. He knew it was careless of him but still, this was his room and they weren't supposed to ever be in there. Still he should have known better as Tommy grabbed the magazine and stared at it. Brad had seen the changed expression on Tommy's face and asked what was wrong when Tommy had flung the magazine at him, yelling that Ashley was a fucking queer and that their mother had married into a family of faggots.

As his pee finally turned into a torrent he could still see their faces. The hatred was something he had sort of gotten used to but this time it was different. He couldn't explain it then and even now he still wasn't sure he could understand it but it was different. Ashley had never really gotten along with his stepbrothers but this look, it was almost as if they wanted to hit him despite him being older and bigger. He could feel their anger too like it was something real instead of just some emotion. He shivered a little as that memory flooded his mind which accounted for him not noticing the older man that had stepped up next to him.

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