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The Dirt On My Knees
6/8/2009 3:36 am |
When you live in the middle of the country, you find that you are forced to look for the little things when it comes to dealing with the four seasons. Things like the beauty of a snowflake even though you're shoveling for hours or the frost covered trees even though the hard frost signals a long winter ahead. Spring is usually the easiest to find good things simply because the new growth and return of the migratory birds lets us know that warmer temps are on the way. i've always loved this season the most. Yes, it is usually the busiest time of the year but it marks the time of year when less clothing is the rule. For me, simply getting the first pair of shorts out of the drawer gives me an excited feeling even if i am wearing them just to go to work. i now have a new reason for feeling that excitement and it's something that just may have me wearing my shorts earlier in the spring and later in the fall. i often think of spring as the time to sow seed as well and yesterday i was hoping that all the men in my area get the same feeling. It was a rainy day so indoor activities was the rule. i posted a local ad about a cock-hungry man that would be waiting in a local arcade. The end of the ad stated a very brief description of myself and what i would be wearing. i considered for a moment that my average appearance would still make it difficult to single me out and i really didn't have a lot of time so i needed to make it easier to find me. Then it hit me. i simply finished the ad with, "i'll be easy to find...i'll be the one with dirt on my knees". Don't get me wrong here. When it comes to playtime i am very intent on being clean inside and out and today was the same as i had just finished with a hot shower. So i was squeaky clean, wearing a pair of shorts, tank top, and slip on shoes when i left the house. i would prefer to be totally naked but until that's socially acceptable, this was the best i could do to look like an easy slut. i quickly stepped into the garage and knelt on the floor knowing that it always leaves telltale dirt on my pants legs when i'm working in there. i stood up and checked it out. It worked and i don't think i could portray what i am any better unless i wrote "cocksucker" on my forehead with a magic marker (something i would do in a heartbeat too if it was socially acceptable). The way things went down at the arcade, i knew that i had stumbled onto something. Gone was the sizing each other up, the wondering if another guy is a feeder or eater. i was only there for about 45 minutes but i was lucky enough to be fed by 4 married guys. Every one of them could tell why i was there and they simply whipped it out upon entering a booth together. Not one of them wanted to suck me. They had read my ad and simply came to the arcade to get what they aren't getting at home. i loved it! It's times like these that make me feel like a useful faggot. i'd be there every day for this kind of treatment if time allowed. All the way home, i thought about how well this worked and it led me to only one conclusion. There's a multitude of places to go that i now will make sure that others know exactly where i stand, or kneel actually. i even considered making a mud-pack in a ziplock baggy to keep handy for special occasions, lol. So now it's a dreary Monday morning. The rain has forced me to have the day off. Time to get cleaned out, jump in the shower, and head out to the arcade again. With a little luck, the sun might shine and i can stop by a couple of parks. No matter where i go today, i know that i will be advertising exactly what i am and sporting my dirty knees for all to see. |
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