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This is just a story, okay? I don't advocate having sex with underage people and I realize that probably most cross-dressers aren't gay. Yeah, and most females who choose to hang around gay dudes aren't evil either. Most 'fag-hags' seem to be nice people and some may even resent that term of endearment. And it's never been my intention of slandering the Vegan lifestyle, Wicca, Druids, the rest of the occult and all the other great religions of the world. This is just a story, okay? It merely is the product of a terribly twisted mind, so enjoy! Tranny boy posse....Tales of the Evil Fag-Hag At age thirty-two, Fred Majowski sported an athletic toned body, an early Paul Newman, Greek god kind of look. Even with masculine good looks and an active well-cultivated mind, most people who hung around the New Moon bookstore didn't like him very much. Fred Majowski was one of those guys who had to dominate every organization he was involved with. Coming from a prosperous local family, he became known as an author and new-age vegetarian guru, some considered him a pretty good astrologer. He operated a series of Vegan health food stores and other related businesses. As a righteous spiritual vegetarian, the man attracted a following of like-minded individuals. Despite being a person who despised the use of drugs and alcohol, he often toured the sometimes boozy, occult party scene in search of romantic adventure. Did I mention he was gay? His strong opinions and arrogant Vegan dogma alienated many of us into the new-age party scene. Fred Majowski was a special kind of romantic tiger, had certain sexual needs. He had this deep radiant voice that sometimes spoke with actual charm, wit and humor. As a lusty, hard bodied handsome gay stallion, his reputation for seducing the (barely legal age, cute) lover-boys was remarkable. I'm Allan Sheppard by the way, just your average burnt-out, thirty year old hippie type dude into astrology and the occult bookstore party scene. I'm a bearded and stout cheerful fellow who happens to be gay - not an arrogant know-it-all occult faggot like Fred Majowski. He's a righteous health food fanatic and I love to party till I puke (sort of)... believe it or not, we actually get along too. Sometimes Fred Majowski would visit my boozy, smoke-filled weekend parties with his latest sexual conquest in tow. One of the 'soft boys' we called them, soon they'd be chosen to be among Freddy's stable of mostly insecure, cute male tarts. Once that mean butch stallion captured their dazzled heart, he often enjoyed making them over to look androgynous and pretty. A number of nice looking, but troubled gay youth began using one of his alternative health food stores as a hangout. His service to the larger community? Perhaps. He also admitted that taking care of his stable of (high-strung, soft and pretty Vegan) boyfriends took up a large amount of his time. Those kind of arrangements perfectly served Stallion Freddy's sexual needs, when one of his cute ass lover boys departed, another one happily took his place. It was an entertaining gay, romantic soap opera for me to watch - but you know a twisted faggot like me HAD to be jealous. Any gay dude like me could enjoy a fantastic love life - just by picking up on Fred Majowksi's sexual leftovers! With his hard strong warrior body, male good looks AND the ability to turn on the charm if needed - That frisky gay stallion certainly wasn't shy when he was aroused and interested. Fred Majowski seemed to glow more in mystical energy, his 'mad monk' persona, but charming and sweet. He had this deep, radiant voice, which sounded divine between shared bed sheets. Kissy 'pillow talk'....that's what all his cute ass lover boys told me. Sometimes our paths would cross whenever I hosted a party. I'd be smoking dope or sipping a beer - but Freddy's pretty boyfriends couldn't. Our gay stallion friend was a strict vegetarian, you see. His lover boys had rules; I mean the guy was just too butch for his own good. Like I said, it was all a totally gay romantic farce for me to see. Stallion Freddy liked the edgy leather-clad punk rockers, the clueless college freshmen and the cheeky ass femmes - all the cute, younger guys between the ages of seventeen to twenty. I had this fantasy about gaining one of stallion Freddy's conquests for myself - maybe after that harsh booty-bandit is finished with their cute virgin asses! See how a twisted Aquarius faggot like me thinks? You just know I was jealous of the guy. As luck would have it, many of Fred Majowski's cute tight boyfriends chose to confide in me. Hopeful but silly young tarts far too deep in an intense forbidden love, so far off the map in romantic adventure. Inexperienced boyfriend hearts dealing with stormy emotions and passions, an exotic new-age relationship forged in gay shark infested waters. For me it was just cheap entertainment, just an occasional visit to stallion Freddy's Vegan caf?? - and I had a good seat to the silliest soap opera in town. *** "Here to see the show?" The Fag-Hag positively cackled before me. It was fairly busy inside our favorite vegetarian restaurant that early afternoon. I happened to be sipping herbal tea and eating goat cheese while waving her to sit down. She didn't. "Hello Irene." Was all I could say, wondering why this witchy on steroids lady chose speaking to me at all. About the Fag-Hag's only friend in the world was Fred Majowski, she supported him and he trusted her. It was rumored that the Fag-Hag became more animated at night, her chosen time to practice some Druid/Wicca occult rites. I didn't have enough balls to call that icy, frustrated occult witch a 'Fag-Hag' - not to her face! Nobody did... (actually somebody did) more about that later. "Who's the lucky boy?" I asked her. A former fashion model now aging gracefully, Irene (alias the Fag-Hag) took an active role in her friend Freddy's business and romantic affairs. She even boldly suggested to stallion Freddy that he needed a more stable and acceptable public partner to be seen with at all those important society and business functions. It had to be a better image for those civic and business contacts than those jealous, insecure male tarts he dates now. "There's always a lucky boy." The Fag-Hag mused without answering me. The woman could be a charming, well-dressed and classy lady if she needed to be - but that was seldom in my company. The lady finally sat down across from me and cheerfully reported: "I've been working on Freddy's lucky boy for almost a week now. You know him too; he's actually quite the cutest, most obedient rascal I've found so far. You'll never be able to guess!" I was about to make a game of it, twenty questions or something...Until....... Heads began turning all around us as conversations died. All this was going on while Fred Majowski entered the vegetarian restaurant with his latest romantic victim in tow. Stallion Freddy's transgender consort was radiating sexual attraction like a nuclear power plant in heat. Ponytail blond hair bouncy and shiny cute, a doll-faced femme strolling gracefully on tall heel sandals like he was born in them. I was becoming strongly aroused seeing it from afar, eyes looking on at tight-fitting pink, spandex shorts teasing me from behind. "Typical virgin ass pretty boy." One righteous vegetarian patron remarked acidly seeing it. Cheeky firm boyfriend buns in femme styled pink shorts, butt cheeks firmly in the grasp of such a dominant ramrod lover. You just knew Fred Majowski captured that fine piece of tail and exercised it wickedly in fierce bedroom gymnastics. You could see gay stallion Freddy in all his glory, introducing his cute ass femme to certain favored pals. Confident warrior hands in touch with his prize, steering round firm ass, pink spandex shorts totally from behind as others watched. I was certainly captivated by the sensual display in front of my eyes, shapely boyfriend buns naughty in nylons and bold high heels, clip- clopping the floor just to stay in step with him. A lover-boy needing strong escort, as if wanting to display that hard-bodied handsome gay stallion as a fine catch. I still wasn't paying attention to the face much, like the rest of the caf? crowd - I was enthralled by those wonderfully tight pink shorts. Round firm sculpted butt cheeks escorted by confident warrior hands, about then other guys and gals - even married couples were watching the show. All appeared to be watching this wild display of Grade A tail with bad sexual intent - just about then the Fag-Hag interrupted my very rude staring eyes to say: "Don't cha recognize his face?" She cackled too wickedly... I needed to eyeball that foxy tart in shorts and sandals awhile before recognizing his face, that shapely cross-dresser was an 18 year old drinking buddy of mine. Arthur Jayes was a mostly fun-loving guy who enjoyed talking astrology with the girls or getting stoned with the guys, often our paths would cross at those boozy occult bookstore parties we loved to attend on week-end nights. We had good times there too. Too bad for Scorpio lover boy he also crossed paths with Fred Majowski. As a fairly good -looking, blond haired youth, Arthur breezed his way through high school by getting along well with everyone involved. He had the manners and good sense to carry on these cheerful tactics in the so-called 'real world'. Not many guys could mingle equally well with the edgy, hard-core biker crowd and the prissy suburban, middle-aged ladies who passed for astrologers in this town. I used to baby-sit the kid for a twelve pack of beer and knew his mother from the old neighborhood. Believe me, if that high-spirited male buck was sexually interested in other boys - I'd notice! At age eighteen, Arthur Jayes never experienced any sort of gay relationship before, he had real girlfriends and dated often. Doing what we were seeing him do now seemed against his very nature. "That one in the pink shorts is so young and pretty - He's got to be a virgin." One female vegetarian whispers loudly to another while seeing it. Both female vegetarian patrons of stallion Freddy's restaurant knew all about the gay stallion, knew about his many romantic partners. So many devoted, cute male bucks drifting into a fully femme mode, this exotic display of sexual bonding was just another gay farce for them to watch and enjoy. Pink spandex tail and tall heel sandals flexing up to boldly kiss him, a kissy jubilant femme holding onto such a dominant ram-rod lover as others nodded. Another easy sexual conquest for the frisky gay stallion, a very submissive blue-eyed blondie lashing up to the arrogant new-age lover in romantic awe, an adoring gaze. "Blondie boy got drunk last week-end at the occult bookstore party and played with gay fire!" The Fag-Hag positively cackled with delight reporting it to me. Her version in the role of Fred Majowski's sexual seductions: "I never approved of that skirt-chasing little party boy at first - but then Freddy decided to let me take some pictures." "Blackmail" I surmised but really suspected witchcraft. Rumors circulated at the occult bookstore that Irene (alias the Fag-Hag) led a feminist coven of frustrated suburban witches; maybe they chanted 'sexual polarity' spells or something. "Blackmail is such an ugly word." The Fag-Hag scolded me like a kindergarten teacher before adding: "All I really needed was a photo or something - just a nice snapshot of our blond haired lover-boy caught in an ultra-gay moment with my Freddy!" The Fag-Hag was cackling quite amused at her tale - but I shuddered. It wasn't the first time that catty Druid psychopath decided to use her demonic skills; often unleashing her venom on formerly troublesome males. Mad Dog was another silly victim of hers, a 17 year-old orange haired, punk-rocker dude who used to sell dope for the bikers in this town. Mad Dog had harsh words with the Fag-Hag at this party about six months ago. I wondered where Maddy was about now. That frustrated rock chick really needs to see what's going on here today. "Something had to be done!" The Fag-Hag interrupted my train of thought to argue, her quite sensible reasons for bringing my high-spirited young drinking buddy to heel. Her poetic sense of enlightened justice demanded revenge, of course. She also decided to rescue our blond haired rascal from bad habits and worse companions. All the while Irene never really minded being called a 'Fag-Hag', to her it was a badge of honor. She mostly resented Scorpio lover-boy for his relentless teasing of her friend, Stallion Freddy, cruel homophobic hazing sometimes. The Fag-Hag mostly blamed Duane Herle and his posse of drunken motorcycle goons for it, always ready to urge that naughty ass blondie boy and providing support and back-up. At this party about a month ago, my spirited young pal was boldly asking Fred Majowski if he believed in 'natural sex'? Scorpio boyfriend had his usual drinking buddies to provide back-up, leather-clad biker cohorts making their own snide comments about the gay stallion and his outlaw love life. "As if Stallion Freddy and his brand of same sex romance wasn't natural." The Fag-Hag remarked annoyed. Those two always suffered with a strange relationship, I thought to myself. The arrogant but accomplished gay stallion and my skirt-chasing party loving Scorpio friend, how many times had I watched their eyes peeking at each other in passing? Every once in awhile I seen Stallion Freddy eying that teasing teen-age tart from behind - with bad sexual intent. Everybody at the New Moon bookstore must have noticed it, but few understood. The Fag-Hag understood it. A closet gay, blond haired lover-boy disguising forbidden romantic urges with cruel homophobic behavior - luckily for that sexually confused problem child, a genuine 'fag-hag' was uniquely qualified to ease his forbidden romantic angst. Arthur first ventured into the occult bookstore in order to meet (and seduce) available young women. So many good looking and vulnerable females were into the occult - would be Scorpio boyfriend had no idea another, very different kind of sexual partner would capture his heart. Quite accomplished in the art of manly seduction, Fred Majowski never shied away from taking his sexual prize. Fierce bedroom gymnastics and it was all over, another panty waisted lover-boy becoming a new-age vegetarian under Freddy's wickedly strong romantic influence. Fred Majowski's lovely blond-haired lover-boy was becoming so meek and docile in his shadow, Scorpio boyfriend's new-age lover so confident, butch and strong. You'd think it was another story like Romeo and Juliette the way the Fag-Hag described it, her wicked campaign to make a certain blond haired Scorpio wallflower positively blossom that gay garden of love! I cynically added that our friend Stallion Freddy would probably introduce his newly ravished blondie in sandals to the other boys. Stallion Freddy's stable of (pretty, barely legal) devoted male bucks. Maddy told me it seldom took Fred Majowski more than a few days to get the new boyfriend willing to do (the insecure, sexually competitive Vegan) other boys. In a rare moment of whispered gossip, Maddy told me about the Fag-Hag too. Sometimes she liked to humiliate Stallion Freddy's boys, taking part in the some of the kinkier gay mattress games. According to Maddy, the Fag-Hag enjoys teaching Fred Majowski's boys to enjoy pain just a little. While the waiter brought us more herbal tea, I noticed some of Stallion Freddy's boyfriends on a mission. Maddy and Filly were walking our way, both moving purposely towards our table - confidently as women on heeled sandals. I've been lusting after the tall one for some time now, another one with nice legs, long athletic, firm and black. His name is Phil or maybe he's from Philadelphia or something, they call him Filly now. An ebony dark colored princess with real muscles and a penitentiary attitude, Filly spent many years as a juvenile in the criminal justice system. In hard-scrabble reformatories and prisons, this tough sexual outlaw decided gay was better - and promptly broke hearts and jaws along the way. A beautiful cross-dresser now, quite a number of uptown gentlemen vied for the favors of this chocolate colored, hard-bodied love mate. But that was before, Fred Majowski always was such a captivating, persuasive and accomplished butch lover. The rest was just sweet surrender; it seemed so natural to change his name when the Fag-Hag suggested it during their ring and commitment ceremony. Another reflection of a blossoming strong new age relationship, A natural sexual fit, The 'Filly' for Stallion Freddy and all that. Filly seems to have this mystical, far-away look in his eyes, an athletic femme goddess aura like somebody wise in the ways of the world. His long dark hair looks rather exotic in that 'Cleopatra' style, a tasteful array of white beads and fashionable long, corn-row braids. Fred Majowski always liked it that way. Filly's sensual wide mouth always seemed perfectly shaped to suit Stallion Freddy's oral needs - but now Filly's ex-convict edgy, jealous femme side was showing. The Fag-Hag nodded to me knowingly and smiled, Maddy strode rudely past our table on cork-soled white slide sandals to eyeball the sexual competition. Maddy looks pretty cute when he is angry, I was thinking to my jaded self. A spirited red-head with hair spiked short in punk bitch style, Maddy looks like a kinky femme wildcat in 'her' new hourglass figure. The Fag-Hag coolly sipped herbal tea and enthused about Maddy's new-age Vegan lifestyle; a restless drug-selling criminal before, 'Mad Dog' made so many positive changes since his torrid gay love tryst with Fred Majowski. I didn't pay much attention to the Fag-Hag and her musings about alternative romance. I was expecting trouble. Maddy already was checking out the sexual competition - standing tall on chunky slide heels as others watched. Maddy began by placing manicured hands atop wide curvy hips to signal disapproval, by now; both leggy femme lover-boys are beginning to notice one another. Frazzled tranny boyfriends standing apart on high heel female footwear, and I see pony-tail blondie standing alarmed - eying that most dangerous of romantic predators. Maddy was blocking the aisle as Fred Majowski backed away from the showdown, smiling at the Fag-Hag again knowingly. Maddy still was in his gangster rapper persona of intimidation, giving his elfin-faced rival in tight ass shorts the evil eye. Watching this leggy cute sexual predator in sensual tight pink spandex shorts - threatening to walk away with Fred Majowski - stealing away that most accomplished of demon lovers ever. You just had this feeling of an on-coming romantic face-off about to explode, seeing rival tranny boy friends glaring angrily at each other like opposing jungle cats. Maddy was becoming red-faced and enraged, noticing blond-faced treachery, seeing leggy femme pony-tail blondie looking up to Stallion Freddy with kissy confused soulful eyes. Watching a most feared sexual rival standing regal tall on femme high heels - so proud to be displaying his very own precious lover! I turned my head back towards Filly for a moment, just in time to see a frazzled but strong black queen unleash his venom - sneering loudly at Stallion Freddy's latest hot groupie. "Another CRUSH for my man to enjoy." Filly shakes his beaded, corn-row 'Cleopatra' braids patiently annoyed. "That's ALL this silly-ass Barbie boy will EVER be!" As if on cue, Maddy steps into the fray, pointing his manicured pink, glossy finger nails angrily at blondie in sandals... Angry female styled fingers pointing at this pony-tail cute (but clueless) man- stealing vixen - strong words in accusal: "There's my boyfriend walking with his little cherry pop tart"! By now, everybody around is perking up a little more to watch, an excited redhead, a cross-dressing youth wearing silky black stockings and matching mid-thigh long black skirt. Maddy stands tall and dramatic on his cork-soled white sandals to add: "My boyfriend's pretty little blond slut - just another tight ass slut for my man Freddy to enjoy - isn't he cute? That silly-ass tranny bitch has no idea where his girly high heels are taking him!" Ponytail blondie frozen under pressure, standing tall on femme high heels and turning away from curious stares by the caf? crowd. Pink spandex tail wagging into Fred Majowski's arrogant warrior grasp for soothing caress, blue eyes lashing up to that most dominant new-age lover for guidance. I almost felt sorry for my one time drinking buddy, now a dazed and rattled tranny tart shaken by such fierce sexual rivalry. Maddy points again to further tease, softly manicured hands beckoning an annoyed Scorpio blondie closer for a real fight. Stallion Freddy just shrugs as if washing his hands of the whole affair, a most gracious Pontius Pilate imitation I thought. As if on cue, his enraged lover-boy in pink shorts and girly sandals steps up eagerly to do battle. Rival tranny boys as Greco-Roman wrestlers, softly manicured hands begin pushing - struggling for advantage. Jealous, physically excited cross-dressing lover-boys bumping - pushing open-toe girly sandals against each other in full cat-fight mode. Looking on at this drama from our caf? seat, I craned my neck to see more action. The Vegan dining crowd appeared more amused than anything else. You could tell they knew a lot about Fred Majowski, knew about his boys. Some cheered when they noticed Maddy's hands wrestling hard, pony-tail blondie wickedly grasped from behind - locked in a strong bear hug. It all looked like boys fighting as girls or something. Then I noticed Maddy dancing - at least it looked like dancing...... What everyone seen was a redheaded punk bitch dancing atop the shoes of a prissy, ponytail blondie; a reluctant dancing partner held too kissy close and personal. "Can we dance?" Maddy purrs wickedly mean, his sleek black skirt swinging to and fro in jubilant fashion. A most dominant dancing partner cheerfully on top, flexing nylon legs from hip to toe - forcing his leverage in footsie intimidation. His strong manicured hands dancing in control - squeezing blondie's tight-ass shorts wickedly from behind. "We're not dancing in high school anymore." Maddy torments as if to scold. Ponytail blondie squirming in the grasp, tall heel sandals checkmated under more dominant girly feet. Cute-ass Scorpio boyfriend frozen into submission by Maddy's aggressive footsie tactics. "The sandal toe crunch." The Fag-Hag explains, "All Freddy's boys learn how to do it." I never understood at first, still watching this jubilant femme dancing in place to and fro. Like the rest of the crowd, I was noticing this redheaded warrior in skirt and sandals, flexing toes and shoes over the feet of a subdued rival. "This ain't about who takes who to the senior prom!" Maddy sneers, still dancing aggressively on top - moving sandals and toes as if crushing a lighted cigarette. Maddy decides to rise tall - flexing the toes of his girly slide sandals forward, rising up on the balls of his feet. "Ow...Ow!" was the moan we heard...blondie in sandals with toes so bruised - nylon legs and thighs leaning backwards in pain. Then it dawned on me, the sandal toe crunch, using well-placed footwear and aggressive toes as leverage. Maddy's strong sandal footwork was crushing rival boyfriend toes underneath as if in a vise. Maddy was still at it, flexing his slide sandals again, standing tall in victory over a cowered rival. His femme skirt and nylon legs were still swaying to and fro in jubilant celebration. Until the Fag-Hag stepped in: "Making a scene boys?" She wickedly cackled besides them in amused comment. By now, most of the caf? crowd was watching the scene. Ponytail blondie still squirming pink-ass shorts in the grasp, his girly sandals being crunched underfoot by Maddy's painful footsie checkmate. "Take your nasty boy fight outside!" Fred Majowski finally steps in to take control. Maddy momentarily loses his balance under the Fag-Hag's stern look of disapproval. His femme sandals tipping forward while sleek nylon knees unbuckled under pressure. Ponytail blondie falling in the grasp of tumble down embrace, spandex buns still struggling on the floor in Maddy's strong- arm grip. "Another unloving episode I'm seeing from both of you!" The Fag-Hag leans over aggressive femme rivals to make her acid comments. Nylon thighs and girly sandals were still wrapping around each other in spirited sexual competition for that most demanding of forbidden lovers, Stallion Freddy. Blondie in sandals wrestling on the floor in the shadow of that totally butch and dominant romantic partner, blue eyes lashing up to Fred Majowski in romantic confusion. Maddy stopped wrestling leggy femme and aggressive on the floor - all because of the Fag-Hag's frosty stare of intimidation. Beefy nylon thighs and girly sandals untangling away on the floor, silky black skirt flapping in the air on Maddy's naughty ass escape. "Sometimes these younger guys just flame coming out." Stallion Freddy remarks to nobody in particular as if explaining to an amused Vegan dining crowd. Ponytail blondie just sitting there on the tile in a confused daze, pink spandex shorts and buns parked sweetly on the floor. Blue eyes lashing up to that most dominant of forbidden lovers for emotional rescue as Stallion Freddy flexes confident warrior muscles to take control. Top-knotted ponytail blondie taken in hand and easily pulled upwards off the floor, manicured boyfriend hands lifted into custody - now standing confused and vulnerable atop unsteady high heels. "Is this one of your neighborhood strays?" Filly boldly steps into the romantic circle to accuse. Ponytail blondie turning tight-ass shorts and nylon sleek thighs around to notice the challenger, manicured boyfriend hands hanging onto Fred Majowski's arrogant warrior grasp like an emotional lifeline. Like most of the on-lookers, I was expecting trouble. Filly was a dark- skinned femme rival who also happened to be Stallion Freddy's main squeeze, a territorial sexual partner with a mean ex-convict attitude, firm female curves and strong male muscles. "Another cherry boy crush from that astrology bookstore - Isn't he?" Filly acidly remarks to the Fag-Hag in passing, his silver strap-on sandals moving closer, stalking Stallion Freddy's naughty ass teen-age tart like a jungle cat. "Blondie Crush, can I call you that?" This hard-bodied love-mate to gay stallion remarks almost politely to blondie in sandals. Filly's dark skinned, athletic sleek legs approaching panther like on feline high heels; a black femme companion to Stallion Freddy confronting yet another relationship challenge - this cute but slutty looking new-age predator. "You've been hanging onto something of mine I believe - Like the love of my life!!" Filly's angry dark eyes and Cleopatra braided hair were shaking excited now, a strong-armed femme showing white teeth in reptilian snarl. I thought it was pretty good romantic intimidation. Sexual rivals standing toe to toe close and face to face personal, with Filly's painted toes emerging from sandal straps as if for a real cat-fight. Top-knotted ponytail blondie frozen in fear as this angry black tranny warrior vented his venom; a shell-shocked tranny tart totally cowered. Probably because talking back to such a dangerously unstable violent criminal like Filly wouldn't be wise - especially for a pretty ass girly/boy who liked the shape of his face. "Blondie Crush - that's all your nice butt will be for my man! Yea! That wild riding wonderful one in your hands you want to steal! Yer just a clueless trophy bitch my man already pushed out of the closet. You didn't do nothing that hadn't been done before - just another cute ass crush that comes and goes, you'll see." "Little blondie crush just might be a keeper!" The Fag-Hag enthuses, looking corporate and witchy dangerous at the same time. A pagan goddess wearing her tweed suit and skirt, her Druid cloak standing as a curtain behind her chosen new-age couple. Almost as if Stallion Freddy's closest friend in the entire world was endorsing such romantic betrayal - petting her favored cute-ass lover- boy from behind like a pampered kitty cat. "Haven't you been acting the drama queen long enough?" Stallion Freddy scolds his hard-bodied Afro love mate, his outrageously jealous but committed new-age consort. "Don't you even bother telling your latest new-age cum-sluts about our lovely ring ceremony?" Filly exclaims with disappointment to the great Stallion, their ceremony was mostly symbolic, some new-age rite done with the Fag-Hag's approval. In their mystical mating ritual it had to be understood that Stallion Freddy was free to roam, to pursue his greater sexual needs. Filly must have understood that a tight ass cute, little gay virgin like blondie in sandals would be hard to resist - easy prey for a lusty gay warrior like his mate Freddy. "He knows I still have boyfriends." The great stallion admitted with a 'so what?' attitude. His highly fit and attractive, but psycho-edgy warrior mate was not so amused: "Lousy little man-stealing new-age cum- slut - You'll never get away with it! You hear me?" Filly's angry dark eyes were glaring and excited now, checking out this most dangerous of romantic rivals, a suitor. "This one just has to be a keeper!" The Fag-Hag answered wickedly amused, petting her favored cute-ass young lover boy from behind like a pampered kitty cat. Blondie in sandals standing lost at sea in a world of forbidden love, top knotted braids of golden hair nodding in agreement to the Fag-Hag's protective caress. "Blondie Crush acts like she's the hottest piece of tail ever!" Filly's face flushes red at blond-faced sexual betrayal, romantic frustration lashing out as angry female footwork. By now we're seeing rival girly sandals facing each other toe to toe opposed, Filly's painted toenails emerging as cat claws spoiling for a fight. Blondie boy standing tall in the face of this livid Amazon bully on steroids; both seeming to understand a dangerous romantic crisis was in the air, both deathly afraid their very own Stallion Freddy was meant as a lover for somebody else. Filly looked like he really wanted to pound Stallion Freddy's blondie boy bitch into the ground. I wasn't alone seeing the drama, watching this Afro warrior queen flexing hard male muscles underneath sleek female clothing. "Keep your hands to yourself boys," the Fag-Hag warned, it wasn't a request. A deep intimidating stare was all it took to stop the strong- arm warrior queen from deciding to punch out the sexual competition. Like many other dudes hanging around the edges of the Fag-Hag's world, we were in awe of her considerable occult skills. Even a hard-bodied young criminal like Filly knew better than to defy her, how often had we seen the witchy on steroids woman unleash her Druid/Wicca expertise on formerly troublesome guys. She was a potent spiritual force few young male bucks could afford to piss off! "Remember when I tried to school you about those relationship struggles coming up?" The Fag-Hag purred wickedly confident to Stallion Freddy's most submissive sexual conquest ever, his devoted blond-haired femme tart. My one time drinking buddy Arthur had already crossed over to the arrogant gay stallion and everybody knew it today, a new-age lover-boy so feline pretty in sleek nylon thighs and naughty ass tight pink shorts, hanging onto his dominant lover so satisfied and proud. "Adding love in your life always brings about challenges and changes, can't you see?" The Fag-Hag muses again; petting blondie boy's top- knotted femme braided head like an adorable puppy. "In any serious relationship, struggles are necessary so we can strengthen those bonds of love." Isn't this outlaw gay Zulu warrior your most obvious challenge for today?" Stallion Freddy says, "That means you two need to accept me with other people sometimes - you need to share." Quite the confident sexual partner explaining to rival cross-dressing boyfriends - bitter romantic rivals still locked in deadly sandal toe face off over his charms. A most magnet and confident new-age lover in domination, purring to his sissy styled blondie in sandals like a parent praising a small child. "What we have together is finally out in the open now. I'm so proud my prissy Scorpio boyfriend decided to come out for me today." Stallion Freddy purrs, his femme blondie becomes quite cheerful in romantic agreement, high heel sandals standing proud besides him. What we all seen was a rather contented ponytail blondie, his soft white face basking in the glow of relationship triumph, responding to Stallion Freddy's every touch as a female. Filly rages seeing it, a most dangerous sexual rival having that silly contented look of a satisfied lover. "Little blond prick teaser doesn't even realize he's dressin' up dangerous - He still thinks we're all playing naughty girlfriend games!" Aggressive dark warrior toes seemed to claw out from sandal straps, a spirited high heel leggy face-off. Top-knotted pony-tail blondie becoming a shrinking violet under fierce footsie pressure, Filly's stronger flexing toes acting as cat claws - backing up blondie's tall heel sandals to make his point. "Why do we always keep seeing your unloving side, Filly?" The Fag-Hag scolded somewhat annoyed like a school marm. "You should be looking at your unloving experiences as a challenge for you to learn and heal." "Because I keep seeing your nasty-ass sissy sluts coming around here to steal my man - that's why!" Filly answered in frazzled tone. I notice an afro-Amazon warrior bitch on the violent edge and flexing strong muscles, a cowered blondie in sandals backing away from such fierce physical pressures to escape. "Love creates us and love heals our pain." The Fag-Hag chants in reply as if speaking to her flock as an elder in church. Speaking like some High Priestess of alternate romance, petting Freddy's most submissive lover-boy from behind in her protective custody. Blue eyed blondie in sandals blinking up in agreement to her words of eternal wisdom: "Love means sharing, you know? I think it's time for you boys to share, n' est ce pas?" "Did you tell your pretty ass Barbie boy about our mating ceremony?" Filly pleaded his case before the Fag-Hag, noting that she presided over the ring exchange ritual under her favored Druid tree. Acting as an advocate for his rights as Stallion Freddy's first mate. "Our relationship does come first in a way - but nobody seems to care, do they?" "Yes Filly, the Fag-Hag nodded her graying head as opposing boyfriends listened. Almost as an ancient oracle deciding some important truth: "Yes, we did agree on that at the ring ceremony...as Stallion Freddy's first mate - you do have the right to check out the new guys." It looked like checkmate to me after that, game over. Watching the stronger black queen take blondie boy's manicured hands away from Stallion Freddy's grasp in jubilant fashion. "No," came the meek, almost crybaby objection to certain capture. Checkmate for sure, I'd say. We all see a frazzled tranny tart about to faint from constant sexual in-fighting and emotional tension, his pouty wide lips moaning in anguish as a conquest in tow. "Being in a committed relationship takes work, boys." The Fag-Hag positively cackled during romantic checkmate, "And that work can start with you, Filly." Stallion Freddy appeared to be okay with it. It was all over but the whining, seeing a reluctant blondie in sandals with high heels just sliding away. Another silly ass tranny tart in the hands of this wickedly strong black warrior queen in Stallion Freddy's posse, a shattered victim with blue eyes blinking in dazed terror. Pony tail blondie as damsel in distress, already being taken by the hand and into custody. His moist eyes blinking back in fear - looking towards Stallion Freddy, a frazzled lover-boy appealing to his dominant ramrod lover for romantic salvation. "I'll come too." Freddy offers, coming in as knight in shining armor - gallantly taking ponytail blondie's eager hand to provide sexual escort. Soulful boyfriend lips quickly becoming grateful, turning from fear to joy as all ideas of resistance melted away. Blondie in sandals is strolling along with both of them now, manicured hands happily in the grasp of both of them, the mean black queen and his totally dominant new-age lover. They joke about 'starting off on the wrong feet', with their aggressive girly sandals in serious face-off. Terribly bad manners, Stallion Freddy agrees, during their critical 'breaking in period!' It's really nice to see all the boys in Freddy's posse laughing together for a change, and with a happy ending too. Just another cute-ass femme accepting his position in Stallion Freddy's romantic pecking order and I see the Fag-Hag smiling pleased about her role in such match-making. Isn't love grand?