FERAL BITE 

#2

declare, where's my good manners, huh?" speaking now in an Antebellum hick voiceover as if to hide a throated guttural intensity of some sort?..."So, let me see, why don't y'all ignorant bi-curious asses allow me and my imaginative friends here?" whom were mildly amused at first with a glimmer of something other going on behind, if not mistaken dilating contact lenses? pretending not to notice the agitated gathering of young men obviously pissed off at the boldness of such proud gay men, living out their best lives sitting and partying in vintage sports cars without the old historical fear at the amassing of confused homophobic men as the queers half with their backs turned nonchalantly standing around in some closed-off theatrical rehearsed circle? dangerously in tight booty shorts making their Ass Cheeks? - which were partially bare: Clapping Outing the theme song beat from a 70's classic movie called Carwash! practicing dance move's for some coming LGBTQ Gala... "And do the same for y'all honey?" with an extra gay lilt to his feminine voice or should I say voiceover again hiding something primal underneath it's inner inflections just to enraged the antagonist hate filled jocks, in some abandon partially lit parking lot where the proud queer named Danny boy who was obvious their leader. went even further blowing simulated wet kisses their way as the enraged jocks continued, calling them a bunch of faggots with venomous candor in vitriolic bluster, until Danny boy, the oddly queer enough looking pack leader of sorts? abruptly turned his girlish backside up as if a peace offering of sorts, toward the main antagonist jock. bending strangely further over? while running an unusually; elongating index finger vertically up the inseam crack of his skimpy taunt firm "Ass Print!" in shorts. confusing at times to most men, but especially the antagonist jock whom for a second considered the actual beauty of another man's "Ass!" for the first in his straight life as Danny's Girlish Ass-Crack! - jiggling "Butt-Cheeks!" a thought which quickly popped into the jocks mind and couldn't quit keep the offensive image out of his head in time as Danny boy continued to taunt both the initial jock with his girlish backside and the homophobic crowd of about twelve gathered red face angry white men, against his racially rainbow divers: mere six gay men including himself ..."Also looka her boys? - I, or we promise to be ever so

Feral bite #3

Gently easing y'all into the gay lifestyle I know you and your cute friends behind you have always secretly coveted to be apart of ever since when? why else would you hate us in the first place "LUV!" in a British accent again. turning his perky backside up to the amassing horde of angrier jocks: fondly groping one of his perfectly round Butt-Cheek lewdly long. timing the theatrical crude motion by oddly swiveling his abrupt elongating neck around while pouting, and puckering his lipstick gloss sheen lips up seductively and fittingly at the angry group: as they were doing much before amongst themselves when out of nowhere? these homophobes showed up harassing them for no other reason than being queer. who's gay friends and Danny being so much more than simply gay man voguing unabashed: grinning oddly more queer without that past-tense vagueness of something other? in their now stoic faggoted demeanors; mingled in mocked apprehension no longer upon the sudden gathering of hate filled jocks: short cutting through this particular abandoned parking lot becoming recently it seemed? - some stolen Hollywood movie's Horror Back-Lot with a noticeable ambient quaint homey feel to it all... As the Gays, Whom once played up being scared little "Sissie Bitch Boys!" the amassing jocks hoped to have elicit from them: fuming inexplicably at the all glittered out and covered crudely in make up - "Bunch Of Fags!" posing like background extras for one of those Madonna's gay music videos of the 80's. until the gathered gay Pack of queers themselves squared off becoming intense; ferociously focusing their sudden hungry, immediate attentions on the aggressive Jock's sudden bulges appearing in their tight jeans? as if the abrupt and somehow amplified palpable tension between the two groups without any traces of the gay's former current mock fear no longer on display. but its latter could be physically felt as if some wave tangibly undulating its hatred and welcome fear heighten by- some acquiescence new found lust for more than just the dumb Jock's visible bulging animated "Cocks!" - Yet from out of left field becoming a fucking flash mob moments of sorts. then appallingly, turning quickly into a stand-

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Feral bite #4

Off theatrical duel between the two groups as all in parody started Mean Mugged one another until the over the top flamboyant queer pack leader Danny boy, broke the icy starring contest by gyrating his girlish hips obscenely again. practically bent over touching his now elongating toes? abruptly did his gay crew too. though looking on rather impatiently steadfast as if the jocks had suddenly become happy meals sporting bulging "Cocks!" mimicking their every move with silent pantomiming gestures. yet fuming underneath their growing homophobic rage. Not understanding what the hell was actually going on with their overtaken phantom jock limps as there reluctant jock bodies began to gyrate degenerately lewd: somehow made to performed such authentic effeminate queer movements with, of all things? "The fucking sounds of Beyonce' new "Nigger!" version of country music blaring from the open vintage muscle cars these odd queers had arrived in. when out of nowhere amongst their preening Butt-Popping Faggoted Jock newfound routine, quite memorized within seconds: a queer form of dirty dancing! when one of the jocks seemingly in Danny's boy's modulated gay voice against his will, screamed aloud, "BITCH PLEASE!" that ain't hardly country music!" repeating something quite similar from one of those negative reviews on CCN when the new album first dropped. until that same jock overcame the weird ass compulsion to dance like a queer momentarily. somehow breaking the spell for the rest of his jock friends too, and began pulling out matching switchblades of their antagonists jock leader who set this whole thing in motion from the start? as the queers responded defensively in kind forming into bizarre circular patterns of an akimbo style form of dirty dancing themselves: prancing eerily gayer as the angry jocks again, against their collective will's? to moved in like manner caught up in what was indeed another unrehearsed duel dance off mimicking the queers bouffant movements unmatched move for contentious moves. then the same one suddenly screamed as if in physical pain " fuck this shit man! enough is enough of of this light in the loafer bullshit! let's just impaled these fag bastards, and I don't mean with our dicks!

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