Spear the Queer part10
clearing. Guys were laughing, talking among themselves, drinking
beer. Chic had him in a full-nelson now, his arms locked under
Garrett’s armpits, his hands pressing the back of his head, pulling
Garrett’s slight frame nearly off his feet so that he was barely
standing on his toes.
Frank Sarcone staggered to his feet.
“My kid brother says you got a fucking pencil dick,” he challenged the
helpless boy. “I wanna see.”
“Fuck You!” Garrett screamed. “Leave me alone, I never did anything
to you!”
Sarcone pulled back and punched the small boy square in the nose;
…End of the part10. To be continued..