Step on Me
I was 20 when I saw the request pop up in my MySpace message inbox. A young, lean, White dude who was probably a little older wanted me to come to his apartment...and step on him. I remember the confusion that washed over my face as I stared back at the message.Step on him? Me?I would kill him. I was 250+ pounds at the time, still wearing tracksuits on purpose, still trying to find myself, still talking to horny little internet boys my age trying to meet up and fuck, running around AFF like a...