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At least for me, Sniffles is my current starting point app when I travel. It's even halfway decent for finding the in person cruising spots.

Yes - TONS of porn - pictures and video - on X/twitter. And yes - getting messages from users asking you to buy their content. A few years back, of the blue a "porn star" messaged me - and it was just friendly messages for about 2 weeks. Then he "invites" me to his private website - a paid website. I declined. About a week or two later I get an email from twitter saying lawyers had filed a complain against me for unauthorized posting of their clients pictures - yeah, the client was the "porn star" who asked me to join his paid website. Twitter blocked the posts - and i blocked the "porn star."

Issue cleared up after 3 days .. no word from support what happened ..

After a few years of being fingered by a family member, and sucking boys after school, by age 16 I was so ready to go further & try to get a real dick up my bum and I was lucky enough to run into a mate from school (same age as me) who was at the public toilets with his older friend (he was mid 20s) and they were happy to help out and I was not going to refuse, school mate was the first to slide in my rectum, he was bigger than me and he insisted on bareback and loading me, and I have never looked back, and yes his mate was so excited and he was hot for sloppy seconds so I sat on his too, and he was very well endowed to, but he was very happy to shoot quickly, I was feeling very full and very sore afterwards, but I still loved it 😈.

Think I might have to get my own son to read some of these posts on his next visit and sleep over, bed time stories for sure 😈☣😈

Nope but I was at my local bathhouse and they have a GH room, I had the guy sucking my cock and I asked if he wanted my piss, he said no. I thought if you rented a GH room you would expect someone to piss in/on you.

I might have replied to this before but can’t remember. I was 17 and was driving home from my girlfriend’s house, I was slightly drunk and stopped at a local ABS. I was getting my dick sucked through a GH when an older man came up behind me and stuck his dick up my ass and started fucking me. I know he came in me because I could feel his cum running down my leg when I was leaving. This is the same ABS that I fucked my first older man, I was 18 and a guy came up to me and asked if I wanted to fuck his friend. I fucked him right in the center of the place, his asshole was very loose and I was balls deep in him. Blew my load and left.

Agreed. Most ads seems wholly unrelated to site content. They lost me when they killed searching by status so one could no longer find poz men. That and no longer being able to hide your location so guys don’t knock on the door when you’re done for the evening.

Thanks to you-know-who, shipments of doxy and more from Mexico are now suspended indefinitely until the tariff things for light shipments gets worked out. I don’t blame them or EU countries for not shipping to us anymore.

Great story !

Congratulations!! I wish I had been there to, at the least, watch. Where along the Parkway is this? I'm in east Tennessee and would love to come there and get naked and loaded! Any suggestions, tips? Meet me there and get naked and loaded with me!

Can I come watch? Maybe he can fuck me too while you watch?

Chapter 10: Because You Just Might Get IT Helixion Genetics, North Hallway, Building 3, Basement Level 5, Maintenance Area. REDACTED LOCATION. 23:20 MST. 30-Oct-20XX After the Alpha had given Stag a second dose of his potent seeds, the corruption-seeking ginger no longer required any restraints while the other creatures had their turn inside him. The viscous saliva from the initial penetration had worn off, and Stag was made to feel every second of his conversion as it continued. The Alpha stood back as one of his underlings began its work on Stag, his arms crossed, and felt a sense of pride as he watched. His boldness is to be admired, the Alpha thought. But his presumption that we would just accept him needs to be dealt with. This one must be shown his place. He had ordered the other creatures to have fun with the soldier, but also to show him no mercy, and to give him no sedation. He’ll be useful later, but for now, let’s make him regret this little excursion into our hive. The other creatures seemed to hear his thoughts, and turned their heads toward him, and then back to Stag, indicating their understanding of the orders. The first smiler pressed his bulbous cock into Stag’s gaping rectum, and found the familiar squish of corrupted semen just inside the cavity. It was on the verge of leaking out, and the smiler pushed it back inside where it must remain. Stag grunted at the penetration, and after sinking a good eleven inches deep into the hole, the first smiler began thrusting. Its sweat built up quickly and began running off him in rivulets as it started to pound Stag’s hole into oblivion. In all his years of gallivanting and whoring it up, Stag had never once played with his anus. The nearest he came to it was when he picked up a person of indeterminate gender in Thailand who surprised him by strapping on a comically large dildo. Stag had felt a simultaneous hunger and revulsion in that episode, and humiliated his one-night stand so he wouldn’t have to interact with their fetish. His internalized homophobia slowly ebbed away, and the ongoing penetration with the smiler made him realize that he might have missed a golden opportunity back then, but he was making up for it now. A second smiler came round to the front of Stag, and positioned itself just in front of his head. Stag looked up briefly and was greeted by a monstrously large corrupted dick, oozing with thick precum. He needed no instruction, and knew what was expected of him. Craning his neck up as far as he could, he opened his mouth widely and swallowed the dark massive dick as much as he could. The second smiler purred deeply in response, and forced his infected prong the rest of the way down Stag’s throat. Matching the rhythm of his brother, the second smiler began to orally fuck Stag's windpipe. He was given no choice but to comply and swallow every drop of corrupted seed that came to him as his throat muscles strained. The top smiler continued to fuck, and Stag’s resistance excited the beast further. The tempo of the thrusts increased, and Stag’s mind began to wander. He’s getting close. My God, it’s huge… he’s hitting all the right spots and it hurts so bad but it hurts so good I don’t ever want it to stop Oh for the love of God please fucking stop These evil fuckers are getting off on my fighting it Stop fighting it Bryce No yes No Yes No Yes No Yes YES YES YES YES YES AW FUUUUUUUUCK. He felt the heat coming off his tops, and the dripping sweat, and he began to feel like he was swimming while being spitroasted. The thrusts were so hard, Stag was sure this would break him in half. His hole was stretched to its absolute limit, and almost torn by the throbbing cock inside him. Then the top beast began to slow. It pulled most of the way out, and then slammed its thick shaft back inside all the way to the hilt, and repeated the motion a countless number of times. The sensations overwhelmed him, and Stag lost control of his bladder. His acrid piss began running like a quiet river that grew into a raging torrent, feeding the beast inside him. Stag felt a very brief sense of relief, but the fucking didn’t stop for a second. The smiler opposite of him removed his dick from the mouth, and jacking off rapidly, shot a hefty load of black oozy spunk on Stag’s face. It got his right eye, and ran down the cheek. Stag tried to reach it with his tongue, but was not successful. The second smiler growled deeply in satisfaction, and wiped the load from the man's face with its left hand. Then it held a clawed finger out, and Stag licked it up eagerly while trying to avoid poking his tongue with the claw. Mmm. Metallic. He had tasted his own cum once on a dare during basic, and found it too smoky and bleachy. This load, however, had a hard taste like biting a pill, but with notes of sweet nectar. Already he could feel that his tongue was different. As he watched, the Alpha could pinpoint the moment when Stag's transformation began; two superior loads deep with entry at two points plus the third on the way, and the physique started to morph into a balloon animal made of muscle and dark veins. The corruption spiderwebbed out from the source and snaked across and around the body at a surprisingly swift rate. Stag’s skin took on a slightly transparent greyish pallor as his transformation progressed. The pupils had begun to dilate; Stag was in pig heaven as he felt it taking over and obliterating the man he used to be. Perfection, the Alpha growled in approval. I can’t wait to see what he does with it. The top smiler held still for a second as it flipped Stag over while still inside him. Stag groaned with the twisting motion, and opening his eyes, he was able to see the face of the thing that was breeding him. It had its mouth open, black corruption dripping from the eyes and mouth, razor-sharp teeth like daggers grinning savagely as it resumed its ministration. Stag locked eyes with the creature, and its gaze penetrated his heart. For the first time in a while, Stag knew true fear. I could die from this, Stag thought with a hint of remorse. Fuck me, what have I done… But it’s so beautiful, and I’ll be one of these guys pretty soon with a virgin meat puppet of my own underneath me. It will be glorious. Knowing he had surrendered his humanity for the ultimate fuck, his last thoughts of resistance faded away as he fully embraced the creature by its head in both his hands. It was sticky to the touch, but he didn’t let go. He fondled the creature's horns, and wondered what purpose they served, and then discarded the query. The smiler seemed to like the touch in this spot, and purred deep in its chest. Stag locked eyes with his breeder. “Keep… fucking… Breed me… now… you… ugly … piece of … shit!” His breath came faster and in short gulps, and he longed for the part where the insemination was over and he could just enjoy his reward. His chest began to heave as the heart rate increased. Now Stag was returning the thrusts and bucking his hips in response to the pounding he had been receiving, and it caught the smiler by surprise. Its grin got wider as it figured out what Stag was doing, and in response, pushed Stag onto his shoulders, and began jackhammering him. This one seeks total destruction. Inspired, the smiler put its hands on Stag’s raw nipples, and tugged at them until they were hard and puffy. At long last, the smiler seized up, and let out a terrible roar that penetrated Stag's heart. A toxic volley of semen again flooded Stag's ruined colon, and as it moved through his chute, he felt it burning up from the inside. The smiler lowered Stag to the floor so he was lying on his back again. Stag took a moment to look at his own meagre cock, but to his astonishment, it had also changed from the last time he saw it. Where it had been a modest but respectable pale pecker was now a python of a dick, oozing its final drops of uninfected cum. Aware that the virus was working, Stag began to stroke himself furiously to empty his nuts. One for the road. Giving him all the sensations, the smiler took Stag’s balls in his hand, and pulled them downward forcefully. Stag let out a loud appreciative moan, but was cut short by a hand from an unseen figure. It held his mouth shut, and he was bound again, and working with less oxygen. Breath control, Stag thought. That’s a new one. It sent him over the edge; the load was short in coming, and when it shot, the smiler opened its mouth widely, and hungrily slurped every drop off Stag's hand and abdomen with its bifurcated tongue. The hand withdrew from Stag’s mouth, and he could breathe again. The air began to smell of sweat and spunk and stale piss and ass, and Stag was fully intoxicated by it. Heh, already an improved sense of smell, he thought. The smiler pulled out, leaving a grateful Stag lying on the floor, almost comatose as the corruption renewed its hold on him. As he began to slip back into unconsciousness, a third creature took its place, and started Stag up again before he had a chance to roll over, light up, and turn on the Late Show. Then it came: a voice familiar to Stag shouted something about liquidation over the speakers. A sudden clamor was heard from across the spacious room, but Stag and his breeder were too engaged to even register it. The Alpha’s head turned in the direction of the sounds with alarm, and it bolted off in that direction with several other smilers who had been waiting their turn. —--------- Helixion Genetics, South Maintenance Corridor, Building 3, Basement Level 5. REDACTED LOCATION. 23:40 MST. 30-OCT-20XX The impact with the air vent caused Gravestone to momentarily lose his hearing, and he attempted to get up from the cold concrete floor. His head throbbed, and the world felt dizzy. He blinked several times, dumbfounded by how quickly this escalated, and the ringing in his ears only added to his disorientation. He snapped his fingers next to his left ear twice, and it produced a dull unsatisfactory clicking sound. Feeling every one of his years, the aging commander pushed himself to all fours. Steadying himself with what he thought was a wall, he returned to standing. The dizziness slowly allayed, and everything felt surreal. The wetness on his steadying hand had only a split-second’s attention. Hearing slowly approaching footsteps behind him, Gravestone quickly turned about, hoping the steps came from either Reaper or Tex or Zero, or some other last-second hero from his squad. To his great surprise, he was greeted by a newly-converted Lockjaw, who obscured his features slightly by remaining in a shadow just light enough to see who it was, but none of the distinctive new physical traits. “Commander,” the voice said with no inflection. Lockjaw could barely contain his excitement. Gravestone recognized the voice instantly. “Adrian!! Thank God it’s you,” Gravestone said with great relief. “We gotta go. Tex and Reaper are just on the other side of the gate.” “Why the rush, commander?” Lockjaw asked in a light voice. “We have everything we need right here. Don’t run off - the fun’s about to begin.” As he spoke, the timbre of his voice deepened and sounded sinister by the last word. Gravestone felt his heart skip a beat. In that skip, he knew he was about to come to harm. His walls went up, and he attempted to step back, but found a fleshy form instead of a hard surface. Alarmed, he turned about, and found himself face to face with Pixel. “Stay with us, commander,” Pixel said in the same dreamy voice. “You’ll come to love it as we do.” Gravestone was horrified as he found himself quickly surrounded by nearly half his team, all converted into smilers; Lockjaw emerged from the shadow, and Patch stepped into view with him, followed by Sticks. Each of them had the same weirdly grey skin, the same dilated pupils, the same sharp teeth and the creepy grin that accompanied them, and each was completely naked. Two other faces that Gravestone didn’t know also appeared from unseen places, and their features seemed more developed: one had slight horns in its forehead, the other bore claws that badly needed a manicure. All were naked, all drooled to varying degrees, and all of them wielded huge penises, some more erect than others. The smilers formed a small half-circle around him. He was surprised to see that Stag wasn't among them, and part of him hoped the ass would be a hero and save him from the impending doom. “No…” Gravestone looked from one face to the next, hoping to find an ally among them, but they all gave him the same menacing grin. He raised his tranq gun, knowing the futility of using it, but it was his only means of defense for what was going to happen next. His hands trembled as he pointed his weapon from face to face, unable to fire on his comrades. “Patch… not you, too!” Tears of fear and hurt began to well up in his eyes as he struggled to process this shift in the game plan. “It’s okay, commander,” Patch said gently. “There’s no pain, no fear, only pleasure and a deep sense of brotherhood. Rapid healing, sex drive for days, and so many new features.” Sticks interrupted him. “The endorphins are wonderful, and it feels so good. Join us, commander. It will be the best thing you ever did.” Gravestone didn’t dare to breathe. A single tear escaped his eye, and ran down his cheek. An unknown smiler hissed impatiently. He lowered his weapon, and drooped his head, blinking several times as he processed a variety of outcomes. He knew there was no escaping this, and fighting back would be futile. Outnumbered and certainly outgunned, Gravestone let the weapon fall to the floor. It made a pitiful clattering sound, hardly doing justice to what he was feeling. The sextet closed their circle around him, and Gravestone shut his eyes tightly, praying that this was just a bad dream. He reopened them, and looked toward the exit where Tex and Reaper had gone out, and wished he could have joined them. “Good luck, guys.” He inhaled deeply for a calming breath. Forgive me, Denise. Gravestone surrendered completely to the darkness as multiple gobs of spit struck him simultaneously from different angles. —------------- Helixion Genetics, South Maintenance Corridor, Building 3, Basement Level 5. The other side of the locked gate. REDACTED LOCATION. 23:51 MST. 30-OCT-20XX Elias hissed sharply as Tex tried to inspect the scratch wound on his friend’s arm. “It’s a deep scratch, but I can’t treat it here,” Tex said with frustration. “Too dark, and too many potential contaminants in here.” He carefully put the jacket back on Elias, who grimaced and groaned as the garment was replaced on him. “Sorry, buddy. It doesn’t seem to be bleeding, though. You’ll probably have a scar. We’ll get Trevor to look at it when we get you home.” Tex looked back at the gate. “What about the commander?” Elias shook his head slightly, regretful that he wasn’t with them. “We can’t help him. If we go back, we’re finished. We’ve got to go NOW. With any luck, he’ll get away from those things.” The two of them started moving through the dark space, neither one speaking. The air was different here - a little cleaner, less confining, but it smelled slightly dusty. The only source of light came from the small lamp above the gate where they came in. The exit felt like a long way off. In his mind, Tex was cursing Jack over and over for his loud reactions that awoke the smilers, and took their commander, and wounded his friend. All this shit could have been avoided, and now we gotta leave another one behind. We’re the last two left, and who knows if that scratch was poisonous? I could be a sole survivor. The thought sent a shudder through him, and Elias noticed it, but said nothing. Tex continued his train of thought. Patch and Pixel were both raped and possibly killed; Lockjaw and Sticks are both MIA, Stag went rogue, and Zero… oh, brave Zero... Always the consummate soldier. Hope he lasts til morning. After turning a corner, a light was visible at the end of the tunnel, and they ran toward it. “Finally! An exit,” Elias said with relief. At last, this shitstorm can begin to be over. Only one more obstacle to freedom stood in their way: a large grate, bolted to the exterior wall. Needing no words, Elias and Tex gave one glance to each other, then coordinated a couple of swift kicks to the metal covering. It gave way surprisingly fast, and Tex looked at Elias in astonishment. “There’s no way that should have come off in two kicks,” he said. Elias was likewise confounded by it. “No kidding. Who put together that security detail?” Not questioning their good fortune for another second, they pushed the grate forward the rest of the way, and Elias was the first to taste the sweet freedom of the night air. When both he and Tex had emerged from the tunnel, they stood up fully, and inhaled deeply. The October night air was chilly, but not freezing, and considering the past few hours of activity, it was a welcome relief both physically and mentally. They paused to take in the moment, and just breathe. Elias took note of the surroundings. “Where do you think we came out?” Everything looked so different by night. He could see only trees and shrubs and the occasional rock. “I think you came out in a coffee shop, as I recall,” Tex answered, giving his friend a smirk. “I know that was a joke, but that is so not funny right now,” Elias said. “You know you love it!” Tex replied playfully. “Come on, let’s get the hell out of here. The security team is probably still out front, but let’s try to sneak past them.” “Right,” Elias agreed. “They’re probably on the General’s payroll.” Quietly keeping to the shadows, they carefully followed the Helixion building around the side, knowing they would come around to the front eventually. The uneven ground and the darkness of the night made progression slow. Tex’s left foot found a sinkhole before he or Elias saw it, and he was on the grass in an instant. Tex wanted to cry out in pain as his ankle throbbed, but Elias was fast enough to cover his friend’s mouth with a hand. Wordlessly, they exchanged looks, and Elias indicated he would pull Tex back to his feet. Taking him in two hands, he pulled Tex up from under the arms, and it was a great effort for Tex to mask the exertion without making a sound. Once in an upright position, Tex balanced precariously on the right foot while hovering the injured left just inches above the ground, and a hand on the wall. Elias knelt down for a look, and wanted to issue a vilification for the hidden hole in the dirt, but knew silence was the priority. Elias looked at Tex’s shin, ankle, and foot, but without removing all the clothing and boots, he couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary. He looked back up at Tex, and gave a quick shaking of the head. In pantomime, he raised his hands to say, “Looks fine.” Tex understood, and using his hands, he mimed the word “twisted”, and drew a question mark with his index finger. Elias nodded in acknowledgement. He offered his shoulders for Tex to grab, and hobbled both of them around toward the front of the facility. Tex touched his injured foot down occasionally to balance himself as they moved slowly. As they rounded the first corner, flashing emergency lights reflecting from the surrounding trees told them what would be waiting for them around front. “We got company,” Tex said in a whisper. “Any ideas?” Shaking his head yes, Elias took a look around and motioned towards the treeline off in the distance. “If we can make it over through the fence and trees, there should be a gas station along that road, then we call a cab or Uber…” Elias said, his voice slightly slurred. “That’s a big ‘if’… not to mention cameras on the parking lot between us and Krell. Don’t ask me why, but I don’t think we can trust him…” Tex said, his ankle throbbing as he gingerly tried to put weight on it. “Stick to the shadows. We should be okay then. For such a big place, they really cheaped out on the cameras,” Elias replied, shaking his head as he spoke, fighting the dizzy feeling in his brain. Slowly, Elias helped Tex slowly hobble across the darkest part of the parking lot, before finally making it to the thick treeline, the sound of traffic and several fire engine sirens rushing past. After several minutes, and several near trips into a stray muddy puddle, the two emerged from the woods and looked up and down the street. Off in the distance, the glow of a small gas station cutting the dim soft glow of the streetlights. It was a long journey toward it, but their slow three-legged race went unnoticed by anyone, and they finally came to rest on a bench in front of the station. Tex grunted as he sat down, grateful to be off his feet at last. “Thanks, buddy. I owe you one.” Fatigue started to rear its ugly head as both men tried to process the events of the past few hours. For a few minutes, neither one of them spoke or made any sound. Finally, Tex broke the silence. “I reckon we should get some supplies before moving out,” he said, never taking his eyes off the horizon. “Buuuut … neither of us is really in a condition to do some shopping.” “I was just thinking about that,” Elias said slowly. “If we buy anything with our credit cards, there will be a record of the sale when we’re supposed to be in that godforsaken facility.” This long sentence was a struggle to put together as his words continued to slur. Tex picked up on it, and observed his friend quietly. He must be drop-dead exhausted. And that wound… maybe it was poisonous, after all. “Do you have any cash?” Tex asked. Elias fished around in his pockets, and turned up a couple of old dollar bills that had been through the wash a few times. Tex had a few more that were in better shape. Putting them together, it was barely enough for at least two bottles of water, maybe something to eat, and ice. “Well, I’m feeling a little woozy, but you’ve got the twisted ankle,” Elias said with an effort. “Rock paper scissors for shopping duties?” Tex nodded thrice, and they played a round. Tex chose rock, Elias chose paper. “Tough break, bro.” “Yeah, yeah, I’m going…” Tex said in his drawl. He pushed himself up from the bench with Elias’s support, and carefully made his way to the brightly-lit entrance of the mini-mart. Elias resumed his seat on the bench, watching his friend all the way. When Tex was inside and out of sight, Elias looked up at the night sky. It was a starry night, and the quiet here was deafening. Given all the chaos of the night, this was a welcome relief. His head was filled with images that kept playing on an endless loop: Gravestone getting knocked across the room, the long tunnel to the exit, that fool Jack, and the horrible appearances of the smilers. What were those things? Why were they interested in fucking my team members? What happened to Lockjaw, to Sticks, to Patch? Why did Stag bail on us? Right at the moment, he wished he hadn’t given up smoking - a cigarette right now would do him good and maybe clear his head, give him something to do with his hands. The brain fog hadn’t let up, and Elias just put it down to fatigue and mental exhaustion. Suddenly, he heard the cheerful bell of the mini-mart’s door chime, and Tex reappeared, carrying a small sack filled with things. Tex returned to the bench, and took a comfortable seat. “Got some things for us,” he said with forced cheer. “Here, drink this.” He handed Elias a bottle of water, and then took out another for himself. Elias took a long, grateful pull from the bottle at once, and swallowed. Then he looked at the bottle in slight revulsion. “It’s perfectly anemic,” he said. “It’s wet, isn’t it?” Tex said with a glare. “Just drink it.” He continued to unpack the bag. “I got some ice for my ankle… a couple of nutritional bars they had on clearance price…” He removed the ice and set it next to him, but kept the bars in the bag, and continued to fish for things. “Aaaand… viola! A disposable phone.” He showed the prize to Elias like a child who just found his new favorite toy. “We didn’t have the cash for that!” Elias objected. “Forgot I had a couple twenties in my shirt pocket,” Tex answered triumphantly. “I get to be the hero this time.” He reached in the bag one more time, and pulled out a box of large bandages. “It’s not exactly the ER, but we can at least cover your wound with something sterile, and I can see it better in this light. Eat this, and take off your jacket.” Elias removed his jacket again, but it caused him less pain this time. He placed the garment over the back of the bench, and it slowly began to slide off. He turned his body so Tex could see the scratch fully while Tex opened the bandage. Elias opened the bar, and took a bite. The thing was hard, but something to keep him fueled. It’s supposed to be strawberry, but all I taste is grit, he thought bitterly. Tex inspected the wound. The deep gash in the skin thankfully had stopped oozing on its own, but still looked rather jagged and painful. Likely it would need stitches, but having nothing close to that, it would just have to wait until morning. Elias breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to put his damaged jacket back on, but didn’t find it where he put it. He looked around but saw no garment anywhere. Tex saw his distress, and finally asked, “Where’s your fucking jacket?” Elias stood to walk around the bench, and found himself severely unbalanced. “Whoa, easy, cowboy!” Tex said, trying to steady his friend. Elias sat back down, and felt his heart rate slightly elevated. “Whew! It feels like it’s been ages since I last got up,” Elias said with embarrassment. “There it is,” Tex said, pointing at the jacket in a rumpled pile. “It just fell under the bench.” He grabbed it, and helped Elias put it back on. “There ya go, all better. How about we call a cab?” Elias could only nod in reply. —-------- Elias’s apartment. REDACTED LOCATION. 00:10 MST. 31-OCT-20XX The cab had appeared within minutes, and Tex used up every red cent to pay the fare. He regretted he couldn’t tip the driver more than a few pennies, but promised himself he would call the cab company the next day and set it right. During the whole ride, only the driver spoke. Tex gave the barest of information as Elias drifted in and out of awareness. Glad to be home at last, Elias poured two shots of rum, and gave one to Tex, who raised his glass as if to give a toast. “To our friends who didn’t get home tonight,” he said gravely. Elias returned the toast, and they downed the shots together. It burned all the way down. Tex had his foot propped up on the coffee table with the bag of ice draped over the ankle. Elias’s head continued to throb, and the medicinal shot didn’t alleviate the uncomfortable feeling. He collected the glass from Tex and placed both in the kitchen sink. The dull sound it produced resonated like the sound of striking an anvil. Tex observed his friend as he moved around the apartment. He looked ragged and tired, his hair was a mess in all directions, and he smelled of sweat and grime as if he had been running for days. Tex didn’t imagine he looked much better, and hadn’t the heart or the vanity to locate a mirror to prove otherwise. He also noticed that Elias didn’t look like a well man. Hardly surprising, considering what we’ve been through tonight. “We should figure out what to do about all this,” Tex said awkwardly. Elias turned his gaze toward his friend, and then away as a strange vision danced into his head. Mentally he was undressing Tex, and then pounding him into the couch with a massive boner. And then it was gone - Elias felt like he was losing his grip on reality. He pinched his nose bridge between two fingers, and after removing them, he blinked at Tex. “I’m sorry. What did you say?” “What are we going to do?” Tex repeated, now with concern followed by a sudden yawn. He removed his glasses, and set them on the nearby end table. “I… I don’t know,” Elias stammered. “I can’t think right now. I feel like I could sleep for a thousand years. Can we sort this out in the morning?” “Sure, man,” Tex said sleepily. “It will still… be…” Before he knew it, Tex had fallen asleep mid-sentence on the couch, his clothes still on, his foot still elevated with the ice happily melting around it. Elias softly chuckled, and whispered, “Good night, my friend.” He removed the bag of ice, and placed it in the sink. Elias returned with a soft kitchen towel, and placed it beneath Tex’s elevated foot. Then he covered him with an afghan, and extinguished the lights. He pushed himself down the hall to the room he shared with Trevor, and completely undressed himself. Turning toward the full-length mirror, his eyes instantly went to the spot where the monster had scratched him. His mouth twisted in distaste, and he silently hoped that the wound wouldn’t get infected or worse. I’m not a medic, but Trevor can look at it tomorrow. Hopefully just a flesh wound. He turned away from the mirror; the bed looked so inviting. He crawled into the king-size bed, grateful that Trevor was working overnight in surgery and wouldn’t be home til morning. Before he could reach over and put out the lamp, Elias was asleep in an instant, lying horizontally across the bed. END OF THE FIRST ACT.

Good albeit brief start. I'm looking forward to reading more. Be careful though of your use of "your". When you mean "You Are" that would be "You're" not "your".

Great start!