TFWMZ3_2015-04

Tales From
Wilton Manors
Zine
3 (2015-04)

Beefy Daddy I saw him on
the drive. I didn’t even know
his name, but when I saw him
he was like a drug. I had to
have this big, Beefy Daddy. I
did all my poses to show off
my best assets. I could tell he
was interested, so I followed
him into the bar. Oh, did I
forget to tell you, I was on a
date. I really just wanted to
hook up and get fucked, but
my date wanted to get to
know me and for me to get to
know him. That was bullshit,
since all I wanted to know
tonight was what Beefy
Daddy looked like naked. I
dragged my date into the bar.
He just went on endlessly
about his job and life. I was
drooling over the sight of
Beefy Daddy. I wondered
how hairy his chest was or if
he had a hairy ass. My date
was still going on about
family and other shit that I
could care less about. If he

were smart, he would have
taken me home and fucked
me instead of this holding
hands and talking shit. Beefy
Daddy was finally checking
me out. I gave him a smile
and he gave me a nod. Then
that fucking date guy took
my hand, so Beefy Daddy
turned away. Dam, how do I
get rid of this guy. He just
wants me to go for coffee and
talk. Who does he think he is,
my therapist? Can’t he tell
that I am cruising some guy
right in front of him? I
wondered how big Beefy
Daddy’s dick was and what
he smelled like. I kept
looking at him, but he did not
seem interested, since he
realized that I was with
someone. I couldn’t fake
getting sick, since I would
have to leave and lose Beefy
Daddy’s trail. I smiled at my
date as I watched Beefy

Daddy’s every move in the
mirror on the wall. Does this
guy ever shut the fuck up?
He goes on and on. Oh, by
the way, I already forgot his
name. Doesn’t he know I am
just a big whore? I saw Beefy
Daddy head toward the
bathroom. This was my
chance. I followed him in.
He was washing his big
hands as I leaned against the
sink. He smiled and I smiled
back. He grabbed me and we
started to kiss. I ran my hand
down to his cock, which I felt
through his jeans. We left the
bar together as what’s his
name watched in shock.
Beefy Daddy took me to his
place, took off all his and my
clothes, and had his way with
me. In other words, we
fucked like two dogs in heat.
He was everything I could
ever imagine. When we were
done, I was covered in his

sweat. I just wanted to lay
next to him all night and talk.
But the next second he
grabbed my clothes and
threw them at me and told me
to get out. I was shocked. I
had sex with Beefy Daddy
and he wouldn’t even let me
take a shower. I did the walk
of shame, but I wasn’t
ashamed. Two weeks later, I
walked into the bar and saw
Beefy Daddy. He was on a
date with that same guy I
dumped to have sex with
him. They were holding
hands and both of them gave
me attitude. All I can say is
that Beefy Daddy’s dick
wasn’t that big and I’ve had
better. Ok, I am lying. The
sex was so good. Oh, wait,
there’s a guy at the bar with a
thick beard. I have to have
thick beard guy…

Catholic School Boys In
Trouble (Part 3) The Dance –
by Brett Butler So, I am on
lock down and I mean prison
style, with no phone,
computer, or television. At
this point, I am surprised
they let me go to the
bathroom. So what did I do to
become a prisoner in my
parents’ house? It all started
with the dance. I told Jordan
that I would go to the dance
with him. In some way, I
thought his plan to make
Luke Roberts jealous could
work. Pickles was totally
against this idea. In bible
study, Pickles pointed his
finger in my face. “Don’t do
this, he’s trouble.” I rolled
my eyes as I stared at Luke
reading his bible. Pickles
turned and looked at Luke.
“Look, this school boy crush
is turning into an obsession.”
He was right. I was

ecoming obsessed with
Luke. I was making wedding
albums with our faces,
dreaming of us going off to
college together, getting
married, and adopting a baby
or having a baby with our
lesbian friend. At this point,
Pickles slapped me. It hurt; I
put my hand on my face.
“You hit me.” “Girl I had to;
you needed to wake up!”
Lucky for him, Sister Mary
Kate was so old, deaf, and
blind in one eye, that she did
not notice he slapped me. “I
know, but I think Jordan is
right.” Pickles leaned back
in his chair. “Blair, that boy
always has his own agenda.”
The bell rang as I pondered
what Pickles told me. Maybe
he was right. As I walked
down the hall, I was not
looking where I was going
and bumped into my ex,
Daniel. He looked at me.

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“Oh, dear, I heard you have
no date for the dance.”
Daniel was so happy to rub in
my face that I was single and
he was dating. “Sorry to
disappoint you. I am going
with Jordan.” Daniel
laughed. “Isn’t he out of your
league?” I was getting mad,
but Pickles came over and
could see what was going on.
“Daniel” Pickle’s rudely
said. Daniel wiped the hair
out of his eyes. “Sugar, I just
heard Blair was going to the
dance with your left overs.” I
looked at Pickles. “Don’t
sugar me, I never dated
Jordan.” “Keep telling
yourself that sugar!” Daniel
turned around and walked
away with his gang of teenage
drag queens. Pickles
went to reach for Daniel, but
I pulled him back. So I
decided to go to the dance
with Jordan anyway. Jordan

couldn’t pick me up because
my parents would freak out.
I was strangely attracted to
him. He was cute. The theme
of the dance was The Rose.
The whole gym was
decorated in red. Now let me
tell you something about my
school: there are straight
boys here but me and Pickles
ignore them. So there were
girls dancing with boys and
boys dancing with boys. The
sisters monitored everyone
to see that there were no
hands below the waist.
Pickles came with his date,
Carlo, who went, may I dare
say, to public school. Pickles
has a thing for Spanish boys.
Pickles was dressed in a red
suit and he dyed his hair
blond. I had on a black suit
and Jordan was in a grey
pinstripe suit. I noticed
Daniel almost drop his
punch when he saw me with

Jordan. Jordan and I danced
and I saw Luke keep looking
at us. “It’s working” I told
Jordan. Jordan took my
hand. “It’s time for phase
two.” Jordan led me to the
locker room. This was the
make out section for the
dances. I have never been
here. I looked for Pickles for
help but did not see him. In
the dark locker room, Jordan
started to kiss me. Now I’ve
kissed boys before, but never
like this. Jordan’s hands
were all over me. Next thing
I knew my jacket was off.
My God, both of our shirts
were off. All I could
remember was that he
smelled like Ivory soap and
cheap body spray. As
Jordan’s hands were headed
to below the waist, the lights
came on. Sister Mary Equine
stood shaking her head. “Get
dressed boys!” The next

thing I know, I was in the
principal’s office with my
parents. It was all a blur. The
principal explained it had
nothing to do with me being
caught with another boy, but
that we had broken the below
the waist rule, so we were
both suspended for three
days. My parents made me
wait out in the hall as they
pleaded to not suspend me.
Pickles came running up the
hall. “Girl, you’ve got a
reputation and not the good
kind.” Just then, my parents
came out and dragged me to
my new prison. I can’t help
thinking about Jordan and
how much I like him. But
was Pickles right? Did
Jordan have his own agenda
in the locker room? What if
the sister had not come when
she did, how far would I have
gone? All I know is that I
now have a reputation.

My mother told me that they
are thinking about sending
me to military school. So I
don’t know if I will ever see
Pickles, Jordan, or Luke
again. I sit in my room
waiting for my parent’s
verdict. It’s like General
Hospital when AJ was on
trial for killing Connie. I’ve
been suspended for three
days, so at the end of this, I
will either go back to school
or away to military school.
Next time: Will Blair be sent
to military school? What’s
the deal with Jordan? Is Luke
ready to come out? Will
Pickles need a new best
friend or will he follow Blair
to a new school?

y Randy Strebing

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