Twinks Across America: Chapter 4 - Oregon

Mostly early risers, insomniacs, less-than-reputable denizens, city workers, blue-collar workers, and incredibly horny men like me looking to fuck said blue-collar worker.

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Payment in Kind

My parents, on the other hand, were blue collar workers-- my dad died when i was a teenager in an asteroid mining incident and my mom did cleaning at a station hotel circling in low orbit around europa.

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Five Little Problems

The watering hole of the blue-collar worker." "are you mocking us, mister?" "no. then what happened?" "he was getting some beers from the bar, and he knocked over another guy's drink.

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Show Me Your Fangs - Chapter One -

Many of us were janitors, blue collar workers and other labor intensive jobs with low income and little or no hope of advancement.

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Tech Support

It was obvious the male was a bit of a blue collar worker, the beer belly a dead give-away, "yeah, come in. my fuckin' kid bought me this thing an' i don't know shit about it."

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Showing them Up

I had grown up around this stuff, his parents were both blue collar workers who thought he would become a lawyer or doctor. i smiled gently at him, the collie smile that tells you it is all gonna be okay. "i brought you some water!

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The Birthday Present

Reggie was grunting like a filthy pig fucking a sow in a back alley, not a halfway respectable blue-collar worker in his own bedroom. his brain had shut down entirely as his body did the thinking.

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Tales From the Synth - Series One - Chapter Two

Roan flattened his ears, feeling shame and guilt at how clyde had ended up as a lowly paid blue collar worker, whereas fate conspired to give roan a beautiful home in an affluent sector of the city.

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The Foreman

I remember what he said about blue collar workers earlier. "this is-" "where you fucking belong," torque finishes with a wink. "....oooooooh. more. give me more, sir. please." "first thing's first, you little white collar bitch."

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Apples and Trees

It was brightly lit, crowded, and the smell of grease nearly hid the sweet stink of those blue-collar workers. jr tugged on his grey polo shirt over his small bulge. he imagined the droplets of ass sweat forming on the plastic cover of the bar stools.

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