Interracial Sissy Story

Half of the time, I would be the only one who wouldn't want to go with them when they went out somewhere. We had also had fights about them telling me to turn my music down. Not exactly that they minded loud music. I just had different musical tastes: I was the only one in the group who listened to Marilyn Manson, 2Pac, and Johnny Cash. I was also the only one who'd ever read anything other than a magazine. But despite our differences, I did have many really good times with them. And, as different as I may have seemed, noone would ever have guessed that I had a gay or bisexual side. However, it seemed that most of them were moving on to other things and seemed to have a bit of direction or a plan.

I, on the other hand, had always been the slacker of the group. They had recently hurt me when they with some VERY harsh words to say the least. So, there I had been, with everyone else out at some club, and me sitting around depressed and drinking, trying to forget myself. But, to my dismay, it wasn't working. I was bumping a Deadlee CD and watching the boob tube, half d***k, when I came across a scene from Shawshank Redemption. One of the gay **** scenes. That, had reminded me of a joke that my friends had told me earlier. When I had joked about my lackluster sex life lately, one of them joked that they would drop me off at Molson Street at midnight and I'd see lots of action. Molson street was a heavy crime area. It was alright during the daytime. But at late night, it was a different story. One of the biggest rumors going around about this area of town said that whenever white people went through there after midnight, they would often end up getting robbed or killed, UNLESS they were taken as prostitutes. Which local legend says included not only girls, but some guys too, who were made to dress like women and get fucked like women. Smaller guys mainly .

Apparently, if one of the "Molson street locals" liked the white guy or gal, they'd **** him or her and then offer them a choice.