Vancrawman

I wish that doctor was in my health plan!

Definitely. Love a loose sloppy cumfilled hole!

Beautiful cock and the new adornment looks HOT

There's an article on Curiouschaser.com about medical scientists working on a cure for HIV and also has a poll at the end - basically, if you could be cured of HIV, would you want to be? Would be interesting to see a broad response... [think before following links] https://www.curiouschaser.com/a-medical-first-involving-the-sixth-person-to-be-cured-of-hiv/

One stop shopping!!

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** CHAPTER XII: HEADING TO THE RETIREMENT POZZING PARTY Clay walked in a tossed his backpack down on the couch and plopped himself down as well, with a relieved sigh: “I’m sorry for just showing up like this, Uncle Randy, but my Dad didn’t know where else I should go.” I’m a little pissed that this sudden family crisis has interrupted my plans for today, which was lunch with Eric and Keith… “Don’t you have a boyfriend, Clay,? “ I asked, trying not to sound too irritated, and hoping I can drop him off at his BFs. “Nah, I just said that to piss off my Mom,” he laughed “she deserved it for being such a bitch about it.” He was not going to get any argument from me about his Mom. I couldn’t stand her 23 years ago and my opinion of the judgmental hypocrite has only declined over the years. “Anyway,” Clay continued, “ I’m just as likely to have a girlfriend as a boyfriend, I don’t do labels. I fucked plenty of guys and girls in college, sometimes at the same time.” “OK,” I responded with a laugh, and thinking to myself that my hot nephew has not the pure innocent his mother thought he was for some time now. “You got a lot of tats now, Uncle Randy.” It was then that I realized I hadn’t put on a shirt after Richie left. “Does that one,” he pointed at my biohazard symbol, “mean anything special?” “What do you think it means, Clay?” “Looks to me like you’re HIV+ which is cool you got a tat to commemorate it, if that’s the right word,” “Absolutely the right word, Clay – commemorate! I like the sound of that.” To this, he just kind of shrugs. He’s impressively unimpressed by my poz status and doesn’t bother to ask about the two “X”s next to the biotat. “Hey Uncle Randy, mind if I get some sleep now?” he asked, and I showed him to the guest room, clearing aside several pieces of leather and sex-stuff I had stored in there, including a leather harness with biohaz designs on the shoulder straps. “Let me get this stuff out of the way,” I said, making room on the dresser for him. “I’m going to a…convention…in a couple of weeks and this is just some stuff for that.” “Cool, OK,” he replied, as laid back and unbothered by POZ merch as I could have hoped him to be. Maybe he was tired from lack of sleep and it hadn’t registered fully with him or maybe he just didn’t care. I got him some sheets and towels and shut the door and let him rest for awhile. I had some work meeting to deal with and before I knew it, it was past 3:00 PM, when Clay emerged from his room, he had on his underwear and a T-shirt and his sandy hair was a mess, but damn my nephew looked fine. We exchanged pleasantries and I made him something to eat, and as he ate, he asked me “So what is this ‘convention’ you’re going to? Now, I had told him it was a “convention,” but what was really planned was a “conversion.” Eric,, Keith and I were each going to a well-appointed 6-bedroom rental house in the mountains near Lake Tahoe, and we were each gonna bring along a poz-toxic friend – Benny had already accepted my invitation as my “POZ PLUS ONE” , and we were encouraged to bring as many neg chasers as we can get to poz up. So there’d be 6 gifters all together, hopefully a bunch of neg holes to poz up with HIV. It was something we’d been planning for months now – a whole week of poz fucking lucky neg bottoms right into the HIV brotherhood and a whole lot more Xs to get tatted on ourselves indicating the spreading of precious HIV seed. The following day, Clay already had a temp job lined up, so I had my lunch with the boys. It was at the postponed lunch I had the next day with Eric and my pozzer Keith that Eric told me more of the long weekend plans. “It’s also my retirement party,” he said. “I’m retiring from gifting. It’s time to go on meds. I had a great run, pozzed over 50 guys, including that waiter,” he said, pointing over to the tall hot waiter with the ebony skin and beautiful butt in his tight pants. “But the doctor told me I’m on the next level now, so I hope I can get a few more conversions with my AIDS-seed and then go on meds. “At some point, it happens to us all, Randy,” Keith added. I’m watching my VL as well and I still definitely want to make 50 converts but I’ll probably hang it up then as well. 50 is a nice round number to have infected into the brotherhood. I can retire proudly knowing I upgraded 50 with my strain. And our doc has finally figured that so few of his patients respond to the meds cuz so few actually take them.” “Was he angry with you?” I asked Keith, the Idealistic Young Gay Doctor’s hot serial-pozzing nurse. “Nah, he figured something was happening,” Keith answered “’You had your fun, now take care of yourself,’” he said. “I told him I wasn’t quite ready to curtail my fun but I would at some point.” And what fun infecting all these guys it was! Eric had just gotten his 5th X, signifying 50 known pozzings. He also was a regular at the local sex club sticking his poz cock through many a glory hole and breeding bottoms at will, as well as attending the infamous Biohazard Party in Spain a few times, so how many he’s truly knocked up will never really be known. As for Keith, he just got inked with his 4th, infiltrating his viral seed into 40 once-neg, now-enhanced poz holes. And as for me, I was nearing my 30th known conversion – Richie from the other night and a couple others already in the poz pipeline would get me there, just waiting on the beautiful results when some hole I bred a few weeks prior texts me a pic of his test with the two lines – it’s such a power rush to the head, filling me with pride at my accomplishment and a bolt of electricity through me, straight down to my poz pole and re-filling my balls with potent viral babies for the next conversion. The rest of the lunch was us prolific pozzers swapping breeding stories and planning our poz retreat in the woods overlooking Lake Tahoe. At one point, Eric headed off to the mens room to meet the waiter, Bryce…They returned a few minutes later. “Recharged him,” he announced to us; we just nodded in understanding. For the next two weeks, I hadn’t seen much of Clay – his temp job was in an office someplace and he would go out after work, finally coming in around midnight every night, then he’d get up early and be out the door in the morning. He was saving up for an apartment of his own and I told him it was fine to stay at my place awhile longer. One Saturday afternoon when he was home, he looked up from his phone and remarked “I hear around the neighborhood you and your buds are pretty notorious.” “How so,” I asked him, trying not to give too much away. I had no idea how he felt about bugchasing or gifting. “You and your friends Eric and Keith are fucking a lot of guys who are chasing that,” he said, pointing to my biotat and X’s inked across my abdomen. “That’s true,” I admitted to my nephew. In fact, the little trip I’m taking next week to Tahoe is a party just for that purpose.” “I’ve never been to Tahoe – can I come?” “To do what, Clay?, I quizzically asked him, “you know the point is for Eric and Keith and me to poz up some neg holes. Eric will be going on his meds after the Tahoe trip so it’s kind of a *retirement party* for him.” “I’d be down with getting pozzed up by him,” he stated matter-of-factly, barely looking up from his phone, “I figure PrEP is one pill a day and so is HIV for most guys – one pill a day. Might as well get it over with.” “Just so you know,” I cautioned, “it’s not exactly that for everyone. Your mileage may var, maybe talk to this doctor I know.” Unbothered by my warning, he turned his phone around to show me he was looking at Eric’s BZ profile. “Plus, he’s hot as fuck. Imagine having that strain inside me! I like your bud Keith as well. I put it together from your BZ pages that it was Keith who turned you poz, is that right?” “Yep,” I replied to my nephew, a bit sheepishly. I’m not sure why I was hesitant to discuss this with him, we have barely seen each other over the last 15 years and I certainly don’t care what his parents think. “So, let me come with you to Tahoe,” Clay continued. If I can get tagged by Eric and Keith, I’d be happy and with my track record, it’s just a matter of time ‘til I get pozzed so might as well be by a couple of hot guys I want to hook up with.” And that’s how I found myself driving up to Lake Tahoe with Benny, the formerly shy bear who was one of my first I infected with my HIV, riding shotgun, and in the back seat was my nephew Clay. When they greeted each other at my front door this morning, Benny just arriving from the airport, they embraced and kissed deeply and I had to remind them we had a 6-hour drive ahead of us. As we drove, I regaled them with the info on the two bottoms from the Tahoe area that I had been chatting with were also making their way to the mountain house: Aaron, 30, shoulder-length brown hair, a hot slim bod from being a marathon runner and from what I could tell from his pics, an almost-hair free torso and butt. Benny the bear would like him a lot. Byron, 23, a hot mixed-race casino worker from Reno. We had been trying to arrange a pozzing session but our schedules never lined up – but when I told him about the conversion week in Tahoe and sent pics of Eric, Keith and Benny, he quickly cleared his work schedule and said he’d be there. Byron already had a tattoo on his lower back reading “CUM DUMP,” so he was a pro at taking loads but hadn’t yet been able to level-up to poz. Somewhere north of Bakersfield, Benny suggests a pit stop at a convenience store and he and Clay go inside while I fill up the tank. They are in there for over 10 minutes as I wait. Finally, they emerge with drinks and snacks from the store, into the desert heat,, Benny strips off his shirt in to reveal his biohaz and scorpion tats and 2 black X’s, meaning he’s got 20 known pozzings under his belt. Clay turns to look at touches the tats and as they make their way to the car, they both pile in the back seat, pawing at each other like the animals they are. “Guys, can you wait ‘til we get there,” I say, sounding like a prude and instantly ashamed of my tone. But we are in a very public place so I put the car in drive and pull out of the parking lot and back onto the highway. “We already fucked a couple of minutes in the bathroom back there,” Benny relayed, “but someone was knocking on the door, so we got snacks instead.” As I’m driving, the two of them are getting back to where they were interrupted in the truck stop mens room. Benny has Clay’s pants pulled down and is tonguing his hole, getting it ready for Benny’s poz cock to invade and spray its venom inside him. “Getting poz fucked in the back of this car,” Clay breathlessly says, “Haven’t even made it to Tahoe yet and I might be going in pozzed up.” “It’s your uncle’s strain I’m passing on to you, Clay, so good chance it’s happening right here, right now,” Benny says, spitting on his cock and sliding it up my nephew’s manhole, right there in back of me, and at 70mph. “Poz me up, Sir,” Clay calls out. After a couple of minutes, he and Benny have changed position…for a big bear of a man, Benny is surprisingly adept at the intricacies of car sex as he and Clay flip over and Clay is now riding on Benny’s poz weapon. This continues for a few minutes, my nephew’s head rising and falling as he rides my poz progeny’s cock straight into the brotherhood. Suddenly, he dismounts off Benny and turns him around and announces his intentions: “I’m gonna fuck my last neg load into your hole, man!” And with that, he is plunging his substantial cock up Benny’s ass, thrusting it deep inside the hairy poz bear and blowing his neg load deep inside him. “Fucking take my load,” as he gyrates his body 7 or 8 times into Benny. My poz son takes the gift and with one motion, raises Clay off him and lowers him down onto Benny’s pozzing stick which I can see from the rearview mirror, looks ready to blow. Benny is shuddering and shaking as his toxic seed fills my nephew with the viral gift he was looking for. “Welcome to the beautiful world of HIV, kid,” Benny asserts, flexing up into Clay’s insides to get every last drop of the poison into the young man. I have to admit I was initially reluctant to think about my brother’s son that way, but this scene playing out in the car’s back seat has got my poz dick out and rock hard and leaking pre-cum. I’m still concentrating on my driving when Benny pops up behind me and offers to drive. “You wanna give him some original strain, Randy? I’ll take the wheel, you take his hole.” With that Clay lays flat on the back seat and opens up his legs, his beautiful nearly hairless hole shimmering with the remnants of Benny’s poz load, and I quickly pull over and join him in the back. My poz cock is streaming a rope of viral precum and I don’t bother to wait for Clay to get comfortable, I just drive it in to the open hole. Having had the scene of Benny and Clay in my mind already, I know this will be only a few strokes up my nephew’s butt before I christen his insides with the AIDS-load I’m packing, I quickly thrust it like a jackrabbit and then blow about 9 spurts of loaded-up jizz up his hole. “Boy is pozzed now for sure,” Benny calls out from the drivers’ seat, and as I push the last bits of my bug into Clay’s pozzed-up hole, Benny announces “Only 200 miles to go to Tahoe and non-stop poz on neg fucking!” Man, this is gonna be a good trip.

Just how it should be!

Agree with that, Jim…. I never remove my PA to fuck, it’s a non-option, like no condoms and cum inside the hole. A few years ago, me and a buddy of mine were playing with his husband and we got the idea to double-fuck him, which we did for a few wonderful minutes. We both have large PAs and we both swore (although it could be wishful thinking) that we could hear our PAs clinking up against each other inside his hole. It was very hot and we both loaded him up almost simultaneously.

Good luck on the PA…I love mine, had it for over 20 years. I eventually got it up to a 0 gauge but for me personally, the 2g is most comfortable so that’s where i am. You will adapt to peeing with it, some guys sit down to pee others can adjust the PA to minimize the leaking out of the other hole. You will enjoy it, I’m sure. Just let it heal and follow the instructions they give you and soon you’ll be rocking it!

Definitely! And in my book, you need a "bare" minimum of 5 participants for it to be called an "orgy," of course the more the merrier, but a minimum of 5

yes, thank you !

Thank you, that’s good info to know.

Oops I forgot that S*T*N* is a no-no word around here, LOL how it got changed to Sarah Palin, ok whatever! LOL

HOT installment, that boy Keith is leaving POZZED up, as it should be!

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** CHAPTER XI: AN UNEXPECTED VISITOR On a rare cold rainy morning in Los Angeles, I got a text message from my brother Mike. I don’t communicate much with him, in part because, like a lot of adult siblings, we have very little to say to each other and disagree about most everything. But the main reason is that 23 years ago, Mike married a devout Christian woman who never stops telling everyone just how devout she is. I found her smug, gloating condescension incredibly irritating and over the years, all when I was with my ex and leading a monogamous life, my visits to their house 500 miles away outside Tucson dwindled down from few to none. My ex didn’t like her, and didn’t respect my brother much for not standing up to her in anything, from their taste in décor to the incessant, collective guilt trip she was laying down on their three kids, all judgement and darkness. And now that I was a out-and-proud poz predator, having by now converted over 20 guys to the joy of poz-life, and with an untold number of second-generation poz progeny out there, I certainly was in no mind to be part of their lives. Just the thought of being at their house and going for a swim and having to explain the biotat and the 2 dark X’s branded across my abdomen, each one signifying 10 men converted to HIV by me (and with a few more in the pipeline getting me close to my 3rd “X”), made me laugh. Of course they’d never understand. So, it was no surprise that his text that morning caught me off guard. I resisted opening it on my phone as I was making coffee for my latest conquest Richie who was just stirring in the bed after a night where I brushed his hole twice and deposited three helpings of my HVL seed into him, and this morning, I had wanted to get Richie loaded up one more time before sending him on his way. I was certain I had done my job last night bringing him into the brotherhood, but I wanted one more load of virus from my AIDS-dick to get into the cute stud from Portland who flew down here to get upgraded to POZ. So, I ignored the text messages from Mike and went about my business. Richie was a tall skinny guy, indeed his twitter handle was @oregonstringbean and all of about 25, with dark curly hair and a light coat of wispy body hair down his chest and on his butt. When he arrived last night, he was trembling slightly as I answered the door to let him in. I sat him down with a glass of wine and we talked for over an hour. I’m respectful of the process guys take to get to my door for their conversion. Of course, once a guy is in my house, he doesn’t leave un-pozzed, but I do let them relax first and open up… before I open them up. “Just something I need to have, I can’t fully explain it,” he finally uttered as he sipped his second glass of Malbec. “I’m scared of what’s to come but I’ll be so disappointed if I don’t go through with it, it’s been burning in me for a few years now, and when I saw your twitter page, I knew it had to be your strain inside me.” “I’m happy to poz you up, kid,” I replied, getting into my standard speech I usually give at this point, “Just remember…as I said in my email and to which you agreed…once I’m fucking you, I will not pull out under any circumstances until my poz load is inside your hole….no matter what you say, it will be too late. If we go upstairs,” I continued, pointing at the staircase up to the pozzing chamber, “ you will be tooth-brushed, fucked hard as many times as I want, and you *WILL* be pozzed. So, Richie, are you ready?” With a big gulp of the last of his wine, he set the glass down on the table and looked up at me and said “Ready, let’s do this, Sir please bring me into the POZ Class of 2023!” That was all the confirmation needed last night, and I hustled the young guy upstairs, my POZ weapon standing at attention and ready to do it’s evil magic on his hole. By now, I have the method for poz conversion pretty much down and hard-wired into my brain and my potent poz cock. I start out with some nice deep rimming of the hole to get them relaxed, then dip the toothbrush into some melted saved loads I stock up and keep in shot glasses in the freezer. Working with purpose, I get the brush up into the hole pushing past the 2nd ring to be sure to scratch up and bloody the passage, getting it ready for the invasion of my deadly dick and cum. I give it a good 5 minutes of brushing, pushing down on the guy’s back if he starts to wiggle around or buck like a bronco. His hole, his immune system, his destiny is in my hands now so I’m in charge and I push him back down on the bed and continue with the task at hand. And there’s always a sock to muzzle his mouth if he complains too much. Next comes my pierced POZ cock to replace the bloody brush. I thrust it in with one fell swoop getting it down the root to bring him balls-deep into the brotherhood. My pre-cum, always bubbling and oozing from my cockhead greets his insides first, very possibly pozzing him right then and there. But we gotta have some fun here, yes? Deeply thrusting in and out, bringing my cockhead out to observe the blood drops on my 0g PA, and then ramming it back into the hilt – this method works best on me to get a nice load of virus brewing in my toxic balls and after a few minutes of this back and forth he is ready for his first proper insemination of my pure high-viral HIV. Naturally, I ease the way with plenty of POZ talk in his ear: “Fucking you straight into the club, pig” “No going back now even if you wanted, it’s too late, you’re a fucking toxic cumdump now” “Welcome to HIV, kid, it’s gonna live inside you, getting stronger.” “Now you carry my strain, you gonna poz up guys and share my virus, boy?” It was around that time I first heard my phone text alert “ping” …Choosing to continue to ignore it (not yet knowing who it was, what could anyone want that was more important than my pozzing this 25-year old guy??), I carried on with my work, popping a lucite plug into his hole, turning him on his back and wedging a pillow under his legs to let gravity assist in the infection process. I rolled over next to him to re-charge. Since getting into the HIV Club courtesy of my hot pozzer buddy nurse Keith, my cock and balls, not to mention my brain, have been taken over by the bug, it’s only goal to spread and replicate, and my balls recharge like never before, ready to re-inject hot liquid poison into the nearest hole. This was no exception, for in 10 minutes I removed the plug from Richie’s used hole and was tagging him once more, hard and deep, into the POZ ’23 Club, another load of swill spilling into him and branding him with my HIV strain. Again, a few minutes later, as I re-plugged his worn-out hole, my phone text alert pings and again I ignore it. I try to sleep a little then, Richie reaching over to turn me towards him and make a spoon, my dripping cock tight up against his ass. He is crying softly and I reach to hold him and stroke his hair…A lot of them get emotional after they’ve been pozzed. Through his soft sobs he struggles to find words: “I’ve never felt so alive, I swear I can feel it already turning me, Sir. Thank you, Sir” We remained that way all night, close together. At some point I rolled over on my other side and he nestled up against me, building our bond as POZ maker and POZ son. It was then 8:00am and I’m making that coffee when the phone text I mentioned catches me again and I see who had been texting: my brother. I’m planning to load up Richie with my deathseed one more time before calling him an Uber for the airport and his flight back to PDX. While the coffee is perking, I return back to my latest prey who is fingering the lucite plug he kept in his well-used hole all night. I dive in to extract it and as I pull it out, I see all three of my viral cumloads got absorbed into the guy’s insides. I know he’s leaving here pozzed, and this sends my cock standing up again…Lubing up quickly, I fill his hole with my poz pole and quickly make work of it, sending another volley of virus into the kid. His membership in the Club is complete, I am so happy and proud, I’m getting close to my 3rd “X” tattoo…and I make a mental note to get on my tattoo guy Eric’s calendar. He did my 2nd ‘X” about 3 months ago – Eric was on his 4th then, and I can’t wait to earn my 3rd and see what number the prolific pozzer Eric is up to! Shortly thereafter, Richie is in the shower, I’ll order his car in a minute. Now with some coffee, I can concentrate on whatever bullshit my brother’s been texting me – probably some recycled meme from his stupid wife Meredith that will go right into the digital trash. But I open up his texts and see something very different: “Randy, you have to help me, call me please” was the initial text, from 8:00pm last night. “Randy, if you see this message,” was the next text in the string, “I need your help with Clay.” “Randy, please let me know I’ve done the right thing with Clay.” That came in at 2:00am And the final text from this morning, just before I seeded Richie for the 4th time…”Randy, I hope you’re seeing these messages. Please call me. Clay is on his way to you. I didn’t know what else to do…” “What! FUCK,” I say to the coffeepot, “what the fuck is he doing sending me his kid?!” I quickly call my brother and he skips over the phony pleasantries that we endure on our usual infrequent conversations. “Clay is in trouble, Randy, I didn’t know what else to do. Hang on, let me go out to the backyard,” he says, me figuring out he’s trying to stay out of earshot from the dreaded wife Meredith. “Last night, we were all just sitting around the dinner table, and Clay just like that, came out of the closet, Randy. We were all stunned. The two younger kids didn’t bat an eye and I was trying to be supportive, but Meredith…” He didn’t have to finish that sentence, for I was familiar with Meredith. But he went on: “Meredith flipped out, and started screaming about how he was going to hell and the devil was inside him, and she totally fucking lost it, Randy, she packed a bag for him and threw Clay out,” my brother was crying now, “and I just let it happen, Randy, but that was when I told Meredith to go fuck herself and I ran after my son.” “I caught up to him and he asked me to drive him to the bus station. We talked for awhile and he told me he’s been wanting to leave for months now, ever since he graduated college, he’s been miserable here with Meredith and he’s already got a boyfriend and a place to stay in L.A.” “I told him, Randy, to go to your house first and if there’s anything he needs, can you get it for him, Randy and send me the bills and I’ll Venmo you the money. I don’t want him there all by himself with only some guy he barely knows, whoever this boyfriend is. Please say you’ll let him stay a few days and let him get settled, Randy. I know it’s asking a lot but please…” By the time I listed to all this, Richie has emerged from the shower and is packing his overnight bag. I come back into the bedroom, stunned at what I have heard, and stunned at myself for agreeing to Mike’s request. Clay’s bus got to L.A. about an hour ago, so he’ll be here soon. I need to get Richie out now. Richie is basking in the glow of knowing he’s about to convert in a few weeks after his years-long, off-and-on chase for going poz. I’m really proud and happy I was able to help…but I gotta do this quickly: “Remember, don’t take any other poz loads from anyone until you get the fuck flu and your test is POZ”, I tell him, “so we know it was me who got you there, and text me the pic of the test for my collection.” Richie is beaming at me, comes over to me to kiss me deeply. “Thank you again, Sir, you are my pozzer, my maker, I will carry your strain and propagate it at will.” With that, I tell him his car will be here in 2 minutes – Francisco in a silver SUV – small world, I pozzed Francisco about 4 months ago even though he was on PrEP at the time, and I just have to laugh at all my worlds colliding. I hear Francisco’s car pulling up in front of the house. Opening the front door to let Richie out, I see my nephew Clay standing there. He has grown into a fine young man of 22, obviously one who works out as his T-shirt is doing little to hide his strong chest and thick arms. It’s been a few years since I’ve seen him in person, and I’m shocked at how gorgeous my young nephew is. “Clay, come on in,” I say to him. Richie passes by him on the doorstep and turns around to view this strapping youth from behind. “Have fun, Randy,” Richie calls out, thinking Clay is my next pozzing scenario. Francisco lowers the passenger window on his SUV and cranes his neck to get a better look at my nephew’s ass in his jeans. “Hey, Uncle Randy, thanks for this,” and with that he comes in. What have I committed myself to??!

it's so ridiculous!

there's a multi-part story on here someplace where a college kid goes to his buddy's ranch for break, meets up with the friend's Dad, his brother, various farm hands, all proudly poz or soon to be so. Can't find it now....:(

i need to be in a group like this!!

I feel like maybe there's one more installment still in me, waiting to come out. Stay tuned, men.

I’m enjoying it immensely so far!

Nice start, appropriately twisted and depraved 🙂

Forgive the dumb question, but how is this even enforceable? How does a State know which sites its residents are going to?

Glad you liked it! Thank you for the kind words.

Thank you for your kind words…it was a labor of love for me and I’m happy you liked it !

Nice beginning…gave me 🍆