I walked into the toilet at the rest stop on route 8 to find my old high school bully standing in front of the urinals, with his shorts down around his ankles. One look at his massively thick slab of meat and it was easy to see why he was always so sure of himself. 

“I hear faggots hang out around here,” he looked at me and said. “You know where I can get one of ‘em to suck on my cock?”