A Series of Unfortunate Breeding

[GanthianRaph]

   Usually, a great gay sex stories starts of with something along the lines of: "Jonas did not feel the silent eruption of Fernando's cock and the huge load that was stealthily injected deep within his guts as Fernando fucked him brutally against the bedroom wall" but that is so cliche, a word which here means "used so many times that it doesn't make a great story", that I will try my best to not use it as an opening line to grab your attention. 

   Instead, what you are about to read is a long and sometimes monotonous recollection of stories that I have collected from my research of the notorious Fernando and his scheme to infect as many guys as he could with an mutated strain of HIV which, I am sorry to say, is incurable. 

   If you came across this story in the hope of finding paragraphs after paragraphs of fluttery images on intimate sex, a married couple or a happily ever after, then I am also sorry to say that you have clicked on the wrong link. In which case, I would highly recommend that you quickly close this browser, open a fresh one in Google and type in "happily ever after gay stories" where you could blissfully indulge yourself in the hundreds of feel good story written by talented writers across the world. 

   Fernando is best described as a man who lives a dangerous life of stealth gift-giving. The phrase "stealth gift-giving" here which means to "fuck a guy senseless and pass on an untreatable mutated strain of HIV without them knowing, killing them in the most horrific way possible" and has nothing to do with our old Santa Claws friend who secretly hides gifts for children under the Christmas tree. 

   It helped greatly in his conquest to lure men into their own demise by hitting the gym everyday and had developed a body to die for - which you probably would if you get to met Fernando - with dark blue eyes as rich and deep as the fiercest thunderstorms in the Pacific Ocean. His curly blond locks was often hidden under a stained black cap which did a marvellous job at hiding his identity. 

   It was early in the morning when Fernando started chatting with a new guy whose profile just popped up on his Grindr grid. "Sup?" Fernando typed, and waited impatiently for a reply. 
   "Hey," replied the man on the other side. "How are you?"
   "I'm good mate. What is your name?" Fernando asked. A smile spread across his face as it always does when he knew that sex was on its way. 
   "It's Jonas," Jonas replied. 

   I will not bore you with the tedious conversation that went back and forth, which often does on dating apps such as this one, but after a considerable amount of time, Fernando finally popped in the question that moved the plot forward, "Look, I am all alone in my apartment at the moment." He reached down into his sweatpants and began rubbing his dick which instantly twitched and grew in size. "Do you want to come over for coffee?" 

   The phrase, "coming over for coffee", as I'm sure you know, doesn't necessary imply that coffee would be served when you come over. Instead, there are most likely some other strings attached such as coffee and helping to clean the house or coffee and go out for some ice cream. Unfortunately for Jonas, Fernando's house was always kept clean and tidy and was lactose intolerant. In fact, Fernando doesn't even own a coffee machine so when he said "coming over for coffee", what he really meant was "Do you want to come over for some hot pump and dump?"And the only strings that was attached was a hook, line and sinker, in which, I am sad to say,  Jonas easily fell for. 

   The doorbell rang sharply fifteen minutes later and it echoed throughout the apartment. Fernando opened the door to see a shy young man standing outside with tight blue jeans that showed off his bulge nicely and a loose fitted sweater which covered, much to Fernando's disappointment, Jonas's muscular physique. "Hello," said Jonas softly. Fernando could tell that he was a bit nervous and pulled him straight into his lair. He locked the door quickly behind him and they both started making out immediately. 

They slowly made their way into the bedroom and without a word, Fernando gently undressed Jonas and pushed Jonas's head down in the direction of his cock, which was already fully erected under his sweatpants. Fernando reached down to finally pull his pants away to reveal a 7-inch juicy hard cock; his precum glistening in the morning light as it entered thought the window. Fernando laid down on his back and grabbed Jonas's head between his own two strong hands and skull fucked him, pushing his hips upwards to match Jonas's sucking rhyme. From the muffling sounds that Jonas was making, one could clearly tell that he was enjoying it. 

   Fernando then yanked Jonas's slim body onto his and started making out while trying to reposition him so that his spit covered cock was aiming at Jonas' plucker. Just as the head was about to enter, Jonas grabbed Fernando's cock and pulled it aside. "Do you have a rubber?" Jonas asked, as disappointment painted her ugly colour all over Fernando's face. The term "rubber'' here refers to a "life saving device that separated Jonas from Fernando infecting him with an incurable disease" and not an eraser you find in your pencil case, although I always wish he was referring to the latter one so I could use it to somehow erase all traces of my distance memory living with Fernando when we were together.  
   "Yeah, I have one in my small wooden drawer," Fernando replied bitterly, as he leaned down to grabbed one of his tampered condoms in his small wooden drawer. He ripped the packaging quickly as to hide the various pinhole he had made earlier to the package and rolled it on slowly over his dick to assure Jonas that there was nothing to worry about.

   It is usually dangerous to safety assume anything even if you are sure that something is true. For instance, you could be driving the same road to work and safety assume that the road conditions would be the same everyday. Then one day as you turn the corner, someone - probably during the night while everyone was asleep - had coated the road with a slick layer of oil and now your car is spinning wildly out of control, all because you assume that it was going to be the same road condition as yesterday. You could therefore see how assuming can actually be dangerous and, in some cases, even kill you. 

   "I can safely assume that you have put on a condom," Jonas said, slowly sitting on Fernando's dick and swallowing it up inch by inch. "And that it is not dangerous if we fuck." 
   An evil smile spread across Fernando's face. "And you could safety assume that the condom will be in place during the entire fuck session," Fernando said, knowing very well that assumptions are dangerous and, in some cases such as this one, could even kill you.

   Jonas wasn't listening as Fernando began to push his hips and cock deeper and deeper until it was balls deep. Jonas rolled his eyes back and began to ride the cock, occasionally slipping out words such as "fuck" and "ooohh" and phrases such as "fuck me harder" from time to time. 

   I am sorry to say that during the fucking and the assumption that Jonas had made that he did not hear the condom popping while it was inside of him, only a different feeling of euphoria as the head of Fernado's cock made contact with the soft lining of Jonas's arse. I am also sorry to say that Jonas did not feel the head of Fernando's cock swelling up as he fucked Jonas from behind as he laid there on his stomach and I am especially sorry to say that Jonas did not feel the silent eruption of Fernando's cock and the huge load that was stealthily injected deep within his guts as Fernando fucked him brutally against the bedroom wall. Fernando pushed his cock as deep as he could to ensure that the load remained within Jonas where his babies could get to work converting him to one of his own kind.  

   As both men recovered from the fucking session, Fernando expertly rolled off the condom with his hands and covered the tip of the condom - which was empty of course - with his palm to hide the fact that it had ripped during the fuck and quickly disposed of it, only letting Jonas see a small part of it to remind him that his assumption of using a condom was perfectly safe. Fernando gave Jonas his clothes and gestured him the way out without saying a word. He had succeeded once more in passing his genes and, sadly, there would be many more men who will fall prey to his traps in the many years to follow. 

   It would have been several weeks later until I will have met Jonas at a friend's birthday party where he would share his intimate stories of the sex he had with Fernando. He never knew that he had been stealth that night it wasn't for the fact that he woke up the middle of the night with cum leaking between his legs, which he thought that it was so hot that he used it to jerk with all night long. He later confronted Fernando back at his apartment who admitted that the condom had indeed broke during the fucking session but fearing for Jonas's reaction, he decided to keep it a secret. "You already have my cum inside you once before," Fernando said as he rubbed his dick through his pants, "and I know you enjoyed it. Why don't you close your eyes and ride on this cock again?"
   "I don't think that is a good idea," Jonas protested.
   "I don't do this often," Fernando lied. "Beside, I just got tested and I am safe" which was the biggest lie of them all. It seemed to have done the trick though as in a matter of moments, Jonas was on top of Fernando's juicy cock once again, all bare this time. Fernando managed to pumped out two loads into Jonas's gut that day and what seemed like a few hours of pleasure later would turn into a lifetime of regrets.

***

To my kind readers,

I have manage to track down the whereabouts of Fernando but I fear that he is closing on my trails so I have relocated someplace in the country. Please look out for a red door, a mysterious hole in the wall and whatever you do, stay away from the bartender there if you wish to not be infected with the incurable strain of HIV. You will find more information in the manuscript INTO THE MAZE. 
It is only with your help that I could put Fernando behind bars and bring him to justice. 

With all due respect, 
Ganthian Raph

[GanthianRaph]

   A gay sex club, as you may already know, is a scary place where men would go to share a brief moment of intimacy with other men for the sake of sheer pleasure. It is an especially dangerous place to go to if you are lonely on a Friday night - or any nights for that matter - where you could find an unlimited amount of guys to fuck, suck, cuddle and a dozen of other things which would be to graphic to list here on these pages. If you do decide to go, I would suggest for you to bring along  a trustworthy friend so that he or she could persuade you to not enter for the sake of your own safety and just go out for some nice dinner together instead. And perhaps your trustworthy friend could also do you a favour and suggest that you log out of this site immediately and stop reading the woeful story that is about to unfold. As I sit here in the safety of my study room typing this story, it makes me weep to share with you my research on the evil Fernando but I must let the public know of his horrific actions so that you can prepare yourself if you ever come across him on your sexual adventures. 

   Fernando was standing outside the large red door on Smith Street during a busy and cold Friday night in New York City. The outside air blew a wind across his blond curly locks that was half hidden under his stained black cap that he wore as a disguised so no one could identify him as he walked into the large building, up the one dozen or so steps of stairs and into the club where all the action were taking place. From the outside, you wouldn't have never guessed that it was a sex club - just a lonely red door with the number Sixty-nine embroidery in gold writing printed sadly above it.

   It was a hidden place for which men would come to have some fun with other like-minded men and, if you may, for your own sanity, you could choose for a minute to imagine that the fun behind these closed doors consisted of men huddled around each other while playing a family-oriented racing video game and slapping each other on the backside when someone told a funny joke or watching some action movie happily together. But the only fun that ever got played in a gay sex club - or at least in Club Sixty-nine - was lots of consumption of the drug speed; a leather role playing game of master and servants; slapping each other's butts while fucking deep while on one's backside; and watching a never ending stream of gay porn movies whose actors are so foreign that you may have never ever seen before or ever would.

   And it just happened that Fernando was feeling like all of the above tonight when he groped his cock at all the delicious young boys, hopping to grab one of their attention. To his disappointment, none of them seemed interested so he walked towards the bar and struck a conversation with his old friend, Bartender, who also happened to be the bartender for the club. "Hey bud," Fernando said, sitting down on one of the uncomfortable bar stools. "Any fresh meat tonight?"
   "Hey buddy," Bartender replied. He reached out and slapped Fernando on the backside, as though he told a funny joke. "Yeah, there was a hottie that walked in here a few minutes ago. He wore a white shirt and tan pants. Just your type." The bartender gave Fernando a wink and continued, "If you are quick though, you could still catch him. I saw he went upstairs to the dark maze area. It's nice and dark up there; he wouldn't know what hit him."
   "Thanks," Fernando said. He did not bother to point out that he already knew how dark a dark maze could get - he had fucked enough guys already upstairs to know. Fernando got up from his stool and made his way upstairs.

   If you ever find yourself lost in a maze, the wisest thing to do would be to yell for Help! as loud as you could and hopefully someone would come to your rescue. If you have eaten way too many candies and lost your voice, you best bet is to then keep turning left at every possible chance that you have until you have found your way safely out. 

   The dark maze that Fernando found himself in was a large room painted black with dozens of walls separating each other and hundreds of blue fluorescent light that spread randomly throughout which made the whole room look like one large maze with floating blue lights. If you happen to be upstairs that night along with Fernando - and you could very well be since it seemed as though all the guys were here on Friday night to get in on all the action - you would have barely seen, under the blue flourescent lights, lots of guys moving around with both their hands forward to see where they were heading; many of which were also tuning left at every possible chance, as though they were lost. And in the corner of Fernando's eyes, he could see a bloke with a white shirt and tan pants turning a corner and wasted no time in pursuing him.

   If you been in the maze for as long as Fernando have, you definitely would have memorized the floor layout like the answers to a multiple choice test beforehand or the name of all the singers in the One Direction boyband. Some of the path in the maze led to a small room with a bed that have been stained with copious amount of cum  - the word "copious" here means "many small puddles of cum that has not been cleaned up properly and instead, smeared everywhere on the bed" and the floor littered with used condoms and slippery with packets of lubes which no one seemed to care to dispose of in the nearby lonely bin. One of the path in the maze led to the toilets where, I am sad to say, was the place where Fernando would stealth a middle-aged man many years later in one of the cubical after intoxicating him at the bar with the help of the bartender, and another path which led to the outside balcony where I laid eyes on the dreaded Fernando for the first time on a hot summer evening. But on this particular night, after turning left then right, and left and left some more, the darkened path led to a room with a series of booth which the man in white shirt and tan pants quickly entered and locked the door behind him with a loud clink! Fernando quickly entered the room next to him and also locked the door behind him with a loud clink!

   A room with a hole in the wall could mean a lot of different things depending on where you are when you first encounter it. For instance, if you were at a construction site of your unfinished home and see a hole in the wall, you might think that the lazy construction team forgot to patch it up and you would no doubt get very angry. If you were at home in your study room trying to hide away from a sex maniac, you might be relieved to find a small hole in the wall where you could occasionally peek through to see if you are still safe. But if you find an average size hole perfectly cut out in the wall of a gay sex club with a slobbering warm mouth on the other side, you might find it extremely pleasurable to unzip your pants and stick your hard cock through it and see where it leads too.

   "Let's see where this leads too," Fernando thought to himself, once he had unzipped his pants and stuck his dripping 7-inch hard cock through the wall, ready to be devoured by the hungry mouth on the other side. A wave of pleasure instantly spread thoughout his body as the person on the other side expertly applied pressure on his shaft with his mouth and was now moving his head back and forth in a rhymic pattern, which Fernando reciprocated by thrusting his hips back and forth to match with the pattern.

   If you ever stopped by the large red door with the golden embroidery of the number Sixty-nine outside of Smith street in the busy New York City these days, you would find, much to your disappointment, that it has now been closed, with a large lock chain that hung around both the handle bars to keep anyone from getting inside. There are no longer any loud music that can be heard leaking from the smashed windows that covered the building or the sound of fucking and moaning in the private booths with the hole in the wall. The authorities have been alerted that such a high rise in HIV in the area deemed for it to be unsafe for public use.  

   "Yeah!" Fernando whispered, as he continues to thrust his dick sharply against the wall, hoping to slide as much of his meat down the man's throat as possible. "Suck that dick, man!"
   "Mmmm," was all Fernando could hear from the other side. It wasn't long before the warm feeling was gone and replaced by a familiar feeling of something being rolled onto his dick and  Fernando looked down through the semi darkness to see a condom. I'm sure you don't need me to tell you how much Fernando was shocked to see a condom as much as you or I would have been shocked if you had to eat fish and chips without any tartare sauce or watching a chick flick movie when you thought it was an action movie or bumping into your ex after narrowing escaping from his scheme to fuck and pass on his mutated HIV strain into your system. Instead of being annoyed, Fernando just smiled a sinister grin as the man finished rolling the condom onto Fernando's dick and smiled even wider as he finished applying the lube. By the time the man had positioned himself so that every inch of Fernando's cock was inching deeper and deeper within him, Fernando was grinning so much that his jaw started to hurt so he began to thrust a couple of times through the wall and into the man's tight ass.

   I am sorry to write that Fernando had been in this situation before and he would always succeed in depositing his toxic cum into his victim. For whenever Fernando withdrew his cock and thrusted it back in again to generate maximum pleasure for the man on the other side, he would slowly remove the condom so that on the seventh thrust, the condom was completely removed. It didn't take long before Fenando's balls bagan to swelled up and it didn't take much longer after that before Fernando started shooting loads after loads of toxic cum into the unsuspecting man's hole. Fernando pushed in further to get every last drop of cum as deep into the man's gut as possible and continued to thrust his hips a couple more times so that the man wouldn't get suspicious of anything. Fernando withdrew his cock from the used ass and a trail of cum dribbled out of the man's ass and landed on the hole in the wall where it then slowly trickled down the wall. Fernando quickly tucked his semi-hard cock back into this jeans, zipped up and unlocked the door, just as the man on the other side opened his. Fernando took a good look at his latest victim, who was recovering from the fuck and looked slightly dazed, before talking a step into the darkness and disappeared.

   "How did it go?" the bartender asked when he saw Fernando walked out of the dark maze with a smile on his face, which anyone who knew Fernando well, like I did, knew that he had succeeded in passing his mutated gene. "Guessing from your smile on your face that you succeeded in passing on your mutated gene?"
   Fernando gave the bartender a high five and walked out the large red door with the number Sixty-nine in gold embroidery printed glumly above it and into the busy street of Friday night. His jawed hurt from all the grinining but he knew it was worth it. Another night and another load down and I am sorry to say that there will be many more loads finding their way into unsuspecting holes in the days to follow. 

***

To my kind readers,

I have terrible news. It seems as though Fernando has perfected his concoction of a powerful sedative. In the meantime, be extremely weary of a massage table and some decorative pot plants. You can find more information once I send through the manuscript for SEDATIVE MASSAGE shortly.

It is only with your help that I could put Fernando behind bars and bring him to justice. 

With all due respect, 
Ganthian Raph

[OhNoDontPozMe]

First thing I did was google Club Sixty-Nine... And then Smith Street... 

 

[drscorpio]

Moderator's Note: the two threads have been merged. Please continue the story in this thread rather than splitting the chapters into separate threads. 

[FatFuckPigMA]

I think Erol Flynn would have been the perfect Fernando.  Hitchcock would direct.  Maybe a Johnny Mercer score.  

[GanthianRaph]

A Series Of Unfortunate Breeding: Part the Third: Sedative Massage

   If you have ever woken up on the wrong side of the bed, then you would know the horrible feeling of being rather confused and tired and grumpy which has little to do with waking up on any side of the bed. It is usually bad enough to wake up in a bad mood, but it would be even more unfortunate if your morning just got any worst which is why I would highly recommend that you close this link immediately and instead, ease your mind with something a little bit more pleasant such as a funny cat video or a picture of a lemon meringue pie. I am sorry to tell you that the proceeding paragraphs that you are about to read contained a malicious scheme that was concocted up by none other than the notorious Fernando as he will seduced yet another unsuspecting man into taking his toxic load, and it all started off where you find yourself now, having just woken up on the wrong side of the bed. 

   Fernando found himself getting up from a different side of his bed for some odd reason and felt quite confused and tired and grumpy. As the morning light trickled through the window and gently hit his face, he could faintly see the sexy mess that he had caused last night as he wildly made out and then fucked one of the room service boys. And from the small table across from his bed, he heard a rather annoying ringing sound radiating from his phone. He slowly got up from the messy bed as he stretched his arms wide and far, and being careful as to avoid the unused packages of condom and the dirty socks that littered the ground, he walked over to see who could be calling him so early in the morning. It was a message from FeelGoodMassage, one of the massage apps that he occasionally used to trick people into thinking that he was a masseur but really, he just comes over to give them a happy ending, a term which here means "to fuck them and deposited an incurable strain of HIV into their gut, often without their consent." 

   "You free man, where are you?" the man asked on the app, which was quite an impolite way of saying "hello" first thing in the morning. "Can you come over now? Geez, my back is sore." 
   "Yeah, I can come over now," Fernando replied, and reached down to rub his morning wood - a term here, which I'm sure you know, means "erection" and has nothing to do with trees in a forest, although they are sometimes quite nice to look at in the morning. "I'm free all morning. Send me your address."
   It didn't take long before the man on the app sent through his address and Fernando let out a sigh of relief as he realized that it was just down the road. He looked around the room and got to work immediately, packing his bag full of pocket cameras which, I am sad to say, he will be using later to record all of his terrible sex acts, and a special massage oil labelled with the initials S.S.O. He folded the massage table and glanced around at the terribly disorganized and dirty room before closing the door shut. 

   "There you are. What took your so long? I'm Lucas" Lucas said rudely, as he opened the door to his house. "Let's make this quick. I got a very important appointment to attend to in an hour." 
   Fernando stood at the front door and glanced quickly at the hunk that was towering before him. Lucas was wearing a very tight tank top which flushed against his bulging chest and tapered downwards towards his fitted jeans which wrapped tightly around his legs to his bare foot. His wide shoulders and big traps complimented sharply with his huge biceps the size of a football and his right arm had a tattoo of a vicious pack of wolves. Fernando looked down at Lucas's finger to see a golden wedding ring that shimmered brightly in the afternoon light. 
   "Is your wife at home?" Fernando asked. 
   "No, she is out with the kids for the weekend," Lucas replied. "Come inside." He walked inside the house, leaving Fernando with his bags of supplies, a dirty smile and a growing erection to follow suit. 

   Lucas bought Fernando into his living room. It was a large room with wooden floorboards and a leather sofa on the corner. It was quite dark except for a few streams of light that entered through the blinds and illuminated a table and a fire place that looked like it hasn't been used for years. "Let me set up the massage table in the middle of the room," Fernando said as he began to set up the massage table in the middle of the room. He turned around and looked at Lucas, "In the meantime, I want you to remove your clothes and come back with a towel wrapped around your waist." 
    "Fine, whatever," Lucas replied confidently, and walked down towards the corridor to the bedroom to get undressed. As Fernando heard the heavy footstep become softer in the distance, he quickly searched through his bag of supplies and pulled out a small recording camera which he discreetly placed - the term "discreetly"  here means "without Lucas ever being aware that whatever was about to unfold was being recorded to blackmail him later", between a framed picture of what appeared to be Lucas's beautiful wife and a decorative pot. He then shuffled through his bag and pulled out a bottle of S.S.O which he held firmly in his hands as Lucius reappeared in the flesh, a phrase here which means "showing nothing but his six pack, bulging chest and biceps and a towel which covered everything else from the waist down". 

   "Please," Fernando said, trying his best to behave professionally in front of such a delicious specimen, "lay down on your stomach, and just relax." 
   "You don't have to tell me twice," Lucas said. He walked towards the massage table that had been set up while he was gone and layed down as instructed. "My whole body is so sore from all the working out. My chest, back and thighs are killing me." 
   "And soon your mouth and arse too," Fernando thought to himself and gave an evil, evil grin, as he often does when sex is just around the corner. 
   Fernando started putting on some special gloves and applied some oil onto his hands. "Why does a masseur needs some gloves?" Lucas asked suspiciously. 
   "I am using a special type of oil which I created," Fernando replied. "The glove helps the oil heat up faster. Just relax."

   The special oil that Fernando was applying onto Lucas was a formulation that he created himself with the help of his bartender friend that you may recall from Club Sixty-nine on Smith Street. Both of these men have worked together to trick and drug guys into taking toxic loads, for whatever personal evil reasons I have not yet discovered, and now they have came up with a chemical compound that contained a powerful mix of sedative, a word here which means "a substance that relaxed the muscles to the point where you cannot move a finger". The formula was named Special Sedative Oil or S.S.O for short and, as you may have guessed, was perfect to be used on pizza dilvery boys so you wouldn't have to pay for the dinner or in this case, to be used on Lucas so that he could only lay there defenceless while Fernando breeds him. 

   "W-w-what is happening?" Lucas quivered as he tried to move his body. "I cannot move a finger". 
   Fernando ignored Lucas and flipped him over onto his back to see an expression of sheer terror as his towel unfolded and dropped to the floor, exposing a rather limp cock. Although Lucas's body had been sedated from the oil, his mouth was not, so he was quick to yell out, "What the fuck are you doing? You faggot, what until I call the P-" but he never got the chance to finish his sentence - and I am sad to say that this would be Lucas's final coherent words - because soon, his mouth was covered by a glove which was covered in S.S.O. 

   Sleep paralysis is a condition where you may find yourself unable to move your body in the middle of the night. It is usually a frightening experience because it is usually accompanied by weird sounds and shifting shadows as you lay helplessly wishing for it to be over. I once woke up in the middle of the night unable to move and I could swear that I could see the evil, evil grin of Fernando standing beside my bed and hear his manic laugh echoing through my ears. My stomach churned and I felt sick as if I have been dropped from a skyscraper. Luckily for me, it was just part of a sleep paralysis but it was enough to make me sleep deprived for the many days that followed. 

   Unfortunately for Lucas, I am sorry to say, that this felt very much like sleep paralysis as he laid there helplessly and unable to move and by the time Fernando had lifted his hand away, Lucas head just flopped motionlessly to one side like a manniquin. A puddle of saliva started to accumulate in his mouth and began to dribble onto the floor as if he was at a dentist cleanup and the lady in charge of eliminating the saliva with the sucking machine decided to go on holiday midway and turned off the machine. Fernando then moved towards Lucas' face and whispered softly in his ears the disturbing words that I hope you or I would never have to hear from such a wiked man: "I'm going fuck the shit out of you and your going to enjoy every last bit of you." 

   If you happened to be trespassing out on Lucas front yard this very moment and peeked through the blinds where the living room was, you would have seen a muscular man laying perfectly still like a dead log and another equally fit and muscular man unzipping his pants to reveal his hard cock, slowly feeding it to the man laying down, holding his head in place with one strong hand, and with his other hand, holding a video camera to record everything up close. And if you squint your eyes next to the picture of a beautiful lady and a decorative pot, you could well see another hidden camera that is capturing the entire sex scene. It is rather a hot scene, if you are into these sort of things, but not if you are the man that couldn't move due to the S.S.O and was struggling to breath for air between the rough thrusting of a thick cock in and out and up and down his throat. 

   "You like that?" Fernando asked, as he looked down to see Lucas wide open mouth engulfing his cock and saliva trickling down his smooth chin and forming a small puddle on the floor. 
   "Mmmmm," was all Lucas could mumbled between each thrust, which meant something like, "don't, please stop!" but Fernando ignored his reply and continue thrusting. After a couple of minutes, Fernando then moved towards the end of the massage table and pulled Lucas's leg apart, lining up his cock with Luca's tight and hairy ass. He then tried to force his cock in but Lucas squeezed his arse tight. He still had a bit of fight left in him. Fernando looked up at Lucas with an evil, evil grin and then applied some S.S.O oil onto his finger which he began to rub it around Lucas' sphincter and in a matter of seconds, much to Lucas' horror, it began to lossen up. Lucas tried to contract his arse again but it was futile, of course, and as one finger made its way into the soft and delicate lining of his ass, it was soon followed by two fingers and then a third and eventually, Fernando's whole 7-inch cock had slithered its way completely into his gut and was pumping wildly back and forth.

   The thrusting was rough and violent, as Fernando had said, and although it was extremity painful at the beginning, Lucas soon felt the pleasure, as all true bottoms do, as Fernando repeatedly hit his prostate. "I'm going to cum," Fernando said, as he pushed his cock in a little bit deeper and much to Lucas' furthur enjoyment. "Where do you want it?"
   "Mmmmm," Lucas cried, which meant something like, "Please. Give it to me!"
   "As you wish," Fernando replied with a smile. He placed the camera down and held both of Lucas's leg tightly and pushed his cock in as deep as he could. As Fernando's balls swelled up, Lucas could feel pulses after pulse of cum filling his gut. Fernando held the position for several seconds and grabbed Lucas' cock and started rubbing it ferociously until it started to spewed onto Lucas's chest a rather large puddle of cum, which Fernando quickly scooped up and fed it back to Lucas, holding his mouth shut and tilting his head upwards so that every drop made it down his throat. "Enjoy your last negative load," Fernando said, as he tilted his own head back and gave out a laughter, which still haunts my dreams ever since the last time I heard it after I narrowly escaped from Fernando's clutches in the public library a few months ago. 

   Fernando reached down into his bag of supplies and, after a bit of fiddling, found exactly what he was looking for: a buttplug. He withdrew his cock from Lucas' ass, and in one swift motion as if he had done it a dozen times - which he has, by the way - grabbed the video camera from the fireplace and recorded the lining outside of Lucas' ass which was still wide open from the fucking and beginning to dribble with cum. Wasting no time, Fernando placed the buttplug to stop any more cum from leaking and hoisted the lifeless body over to the couch so that he was now sitting naked on the sofa, with the butt plug securely placed underneath him. Fernando knew that the sedative wasn't going to wear off for another hour or so - perfect for making a grand escape - but before leaving, he grabbed Lucas's wallet, which was sitting near the picture of his wife and the secret camera and searched through it. Lucas could do nothing but watched with his eyes - which was the only area that has not been sedated - as Fernando grabbed all the money from his wallet and threw what was left on the floor. 

   Fernando glanced at his watch. "Looks like we got about an hour left before the effect wears off," he laughed. He walked over to where Lucas was sitting motionlessly and grabbed his head once more and pushed it onto his still-erect dick and skull fucked him for the second time. I am sad to say that Fernando was a heavy multiple cummer and he filled Lucas' mouth with a load as huge as one that he had previously deposited which dribbled slopperly down Lucas' mouth like a baby who was still learning how to eat, down his chin and onto his chest. "Who's the faggot now?" Fernando asked mockingly, and patted Lucas' face softly two times which made him dribbled some more cum onto his chest. Fernando got dressed and left the house leaving behind a motionless man with cum streaming down his mouth and a toxic load that was now incubating deep within his gut. The cum had no where to go as the butt plug held firmly in place and, I am sad to say, that the rough fucking caused the inside of his ass to be ripped apart enough to let the mutated gene flow through his bloodstream. 

   I did get the chance to visit the house where Lucas lived in several years later only to find that it had been sold. From the interview I did with the friendly neighbours, they said that there was an argument not long after the incident which resulted in a divorce. It wasn't until some further investigation with a source, which I must keep secret to protect his identity, that I found out that Fernando had mailed a USB to Lucas's wife of the footages of the sex scene with a note saying, "Thanks for inviting me over buddy. Hope we could do this more often, especially when the wife is away." No one knows where Lucas is since he sold the house although various reports have confirmed that a hunk with a wolf tattoo can sometimes be seen roaming around the gay sex club Sixty-nine taking bare cocks on Friday nights. 
 

***
To my kind readers, 

I hope this manuscript of CENTRAL PARK BREEDING made it to you safely. Please be on the lookout for Fernando wherever he is; I have heard that he is making his way out of the state and is resting by Monument Valley National Park. Who knows what trouble he is stirring up with that S.S.O in his possession.

With all due respect, 

Ganthian Ralph

[GanthianRaph]

A Series of Unfortunate Breeding: Part the Fourth: Central Park Breeding 

   There is a certain type of joy in being able to communicate without the use of words. For instance, you and your boyfriend could be sitting and watching the sunset together on some beach on a far away island and just the look into each other's eyes will be enough to communicate that you love each other very much. I once learnt a skill where I could summon a waiter to my table just by making eye contact and then order seven dishes on the menu using a series of coordinated eye signals, all without saying a word. If you are right in front of me at this very moment instead of merely reading this paragraph on a screen of some sort, you would clearly see that I am trying to communicate to you using a series of coordinated eye signals so that you would close this link immediately, because the story that you are about to read is too disturbing to waste an evening over. You are better off rather, using your time to research on a new skill or read up on some red berries instead, than reading up on what the notorious Fernando had been up to since his last breeding with Lucas. According to my sundial that's sitting just outside the penthouse in which I am typing this story, Lucas is about to move just enough muscles to remove the butt plug that he had been sitting on, which I am sad to say, held within him a toxic load which had already infected his system with an incurable strain of mutated HIV. 

   As I rubbed my tired eyes from all the eye signalling I have been doing lately, my latest research into the Fernando case had led me to a public toilet near the outskirts of a national park which is usually packed with tourist eager to see the autumn trees change its magnificent colours from a boring green hue to a much more beautiful shade of red so that it looked as though the whole park is bursting in a magnificent display of flames. But during the cold winter days, there are no visitors. It is, however, a perfect place for horny guys such as Fernando to wonder around looking for sex in one of the public toilets, especially during the nights when the park is closed from public use and the security guards have all gone home to their fancy homes and crackling fire places. 

   Nighttime had fallen in the national park when Fernando made his way to one of the public toilets that was scattered throughout the park. There was one in particular that was of interest to him: it was a small restroom near the bank of the river and a short five minutes walk from the main car park. It had been listed as a popular hook up point for gay men to cruise each other - the word "cruise"  here means "to engage in dangerous but sometimes extremely exciting sexual acts with other men" and has nothing to do with fucking other men on a cruise ship although that's possible too, I guess. Fernando wore his favourite stained black cap on top of his curly blond locks which made him look entirely like a different person and walked eagerly into the restroom in the cold dark night. The room was what you would expect a public toilet to contain: three toilets that was partition by some poorly painted walls, a series of ceramic urinals lined up against a brick wall and some deliciously looking red berries lying on the floor next to the sink with a broken mirror. Fernando scanned the room, which was barely lit by a single dim lightbulb that hung lonely in the centre of the room, and noticed a rather tall man standing at one of the urinals. Fernando made his way to the urinal next to the man and unzipped his pants and pretended to take a piss. 

   As with most ambiguous things you may find in public, it is sometimes difficult to be certain if something will be safe or whether it will put you in hospital. For instance, if you were lost in the forest and came across some deliciously and scrumptiously red berries, you might be tempted to put it in your mouth only to find out later that it was poisonous and now you are in hospital on the brink of death. If you unfortunately hit on another man on the street thinking that he was gay - the term "hit on" which here means "to lead someone on for some hot steaming sex" - but was in fact straight, you might get hit on the head instead and now you are in hospital on the brink of death. So sometimes, it could be very helpful in your situation if there was some signs that could help clarify the ambiguity such as an arrow in the forest that pointed at the berries with the words "Do not eat poison berries" or someone sending you a message on Grindr saying that he was standing right next to you on the subway train. 

   And if it wasn't for the occasional glances that this man made in Fernando's direction, there was no way that Fernando would have ever known that this man was hitting on him which made the meaty dick resting on Fernando's hand began to stiffen rather quickly. "Hey," the man said softly, raising both his eyebrows, and then shifted his eyes in a series of coordinated movement as if it was a special code for initiating sex. 
   Fernando glanced over at the man, who looked as though he was in this late thirties, and gave a dirty smile. I am sorry to say that you and I will never get to know the name of this mysterious man and so I will continue to refer him as "the man" for the rest of this story. The man had an athletic physique and was a little bit taller than Fernando. He was wearing a blue bomber jacket over a grey sweater to shield himself from the chilly winds outside and Fernando could see in the dimly lit room that he was also grabbing onto his fully erect 6-inch penis which looked like a large meaty sausage and was rubbing it gently. Fernando reached over to grab the man's cock and began to stroke it. 

   The man tilted his head back and began to moan softly, just as Fernando took a step forward and grabbed his head towards his own and slid his tongue sloppily down the man's throat and soon, they were both kissing each other deeply and passionately. Fernando pulled away and caress the man's face. "Let's find some private place to have some fun," Fernando suggested and pointed towards the middle cubical. "No one will notice any suspicious activity in there." 
   "Fuck yeah" the man whispered in an airy tone, and both the men zipped up their pants and walked quickly toward the cubical, closing the door behind them and locking the door with a cloud clink!  Fernando began to pull the man closer and licked his neck, much to the man's enjoyment. He then reached down to unzip his pants to reveal his impressive 7-inch cock which was already dripping wet with precum and pushed the man's head down towards it. "Nice coc-," the man tried to say but Fernando was quick to grab his head with both his hands and shoved his cock down the man's throat so only a gurgling sound could be heard echoing in the cubical stall as the man quickly adjusted to Fernando's girth. 

   A pig, as I'm sure you know, is a cute little creature that we often pet at a farm for no reason whatsoever or brought along with us on long walks if we cannot afford a dog. A pig, in the context of gay sex, is considered someone who have sex with just about anybody and is into all sorts of sexual activities such as being petted for no reason whatsoever to having long walks if one cannot afford a dog. 

   And it was much to Fernando's enjoyment that he had found a pig that was willing to do anything he pleased. He lifted the man up from his comfortable kneeling position of slobbering cock-sucking and repositioned him so that he was now bent over the toilet; his arse pointing straight at Fernando's cock which was covered in a slick layer of spit. He pulled down the man's pants, which dropped to the ground near his ankles and slid a finger slowly into the man's arse, which was already slicked with something warm and sticky. Fernando realized quickly that it was cum from the person before him - there is nothing better than to fuck using cum as lube. And with a single thrust, Fernando slid his thick cock deep within the man's arse and he began to fuck in earnest, a word which here means "at such speed and power that it felt as though the walls of the public toilet were rumbling and about to collapse." 

   If you happen to be walking by the park at this time of the night and stumbled near the river where the public toilet was, you might be delighted to hear a familiar sound of a hip roughly slapping onto a butt and the moaning that usually accompanies it, and be quite tempted to enter the restroom and join in on the fun. But this particular night was quite so it was just Fernando and the man alone together in the middle cubical. Fernando grabbed the man's body with both of his hands and pressed him close to his body as he fucked him so that they looked more like one obese guy who was moving awkwardly in a dimly lit room than two horny men having sex. The fucking was so impressive on Fernando's end that the man started shooting long strings of  cum uncontrollably all over the toilet seat, the floor and the walls. "Good boy," Fernando whispered softly into the man's ears. "I'm going to cum now. Where do you want it?" This was, of course, a rhetorical question as, I'm sure you know by now, that Fernando always shoots inside whoever's gut he happened to be fucking at that time. 
   "Cum inside me," the pig begged, pushing his butt back so that Fernando's cock was buried deeper within him. 
   Fernando held the man tightly against his chest and pushed deep. Sure enough, several strings of hot cum erupted out of Fernando's cock and found its way deep within the man's arse. He kept his cock in there for several seconds before withdrawing, sliding his cock out slowly so that the man could feel the emptiness and wishing to be fucked some more. A few drops of cum began to leaked out which dropped down onto the man's pants that was still wrapped around his ankle. Fernando gave the man a slap on the butt and pulled up his pants, unlocked the door and walked away, leaving the man to clean up his own mess.

   As Fernando exited the restroom into the crisp night air, he bumped into another guy who entered the restroom. He never got to see his face, but that fact doesn't matter because by the time he was almost at his car, he could hear the familiar sound of a hip roughly slapping onto a butt and the moaning that usually accompanies it coming from the public toilet next to the river, and by the time he had excited the park and made his way onto the highway, the pig had yet another load into his gut.

***

To my kind readers,

Please find the manuscript located in a lock suitcase that will be delivered to you. The password is my birthday and you birthday combined. 

Inside you will find my current research on the whereabouts of Fernando in THE HITCHHIKER. Be extra careful if your car breaks down in the middle of a highway and under no circumstances should you drink any beverage that a stranger kindly offers. 

With all due respect, 
Ganthian Rath

[Detchiller]

Keep writing! 

[TTFN]

Great story, but if Fernando was to get himself fitted with a PA there would be no doubt that he would impregnate his partners, I mean victims.

Watching for that suitcase to arrive.

[GanthianRaph]

A Series of Unfortunate Breeding: Part the Fifth: The Hitchhiker 

   I once had a friend, who would often say the strangest but honest things about life, after a glass or two of wine. He once said that life would be much simpler, if it wasn't for people. There are, of course, many good people in this world that do the right thing and try their very best to make this world a slightly better place, and there a bad people who do treacherous things to cause misery and woe to those around them. To make matters worst, these bad people tend to attract more bad people, and what you end up with is a team of bad people all doing bad stuff like pulling out delicate and rare flowers, knocking on stranger's doors and running away and infecting unsuspecting men with an incurable strain of a virus. I am not sure which category I fall under: it is my job to document the Fernando case in all its sad details and will surely bring you much misery and woe if you continue to read this sad story, which will indeed make me a bad guy. But on the other hand, letting the world know of such a villainous man would hopefully alert the authorities to put this man behind bars once and for all, which will make me a good person. 
In any case, you may be wondering what Fernando was up to, after he had recently unloaded a charged up load at a local national park a day ago. I could tell you that as he was driving down the long and boring Highway 89, an uncomfortable built up of testosterone had filled his balls, which usually triggers a series of gears in his head to hunt for his next victim. 

   And on this particular day, I am sorry to say that he had found yet another target and will have infected him by the end of the fifth paragraph, not including this one. As Fernando drove along the highway, he saw a rather rare sight in the distance: it was a black car and the engine was emitting a cloud of black smoke as if it had caught fire. And siting beside it on one side of the car was a young and handsome man in his early twenties, wearing a grey cap and looking rather exhausted. As Fernando drove closer and eventually stopped beside the car, he could see that the engine had completely overheated and the car was stranded on the side of the road. 

   "Do you need a hand there?" Fernando asked, rolling down his window as the cold air blew into his car and flickered the blond locks in his hair. 
   "Hey man, my car broke down," the man replied wearily, pointing both his fingers to his car. "It must have overheated or something, I'm terrible with cars."
   Fernando got out of his car to inspect, and sure enough, the car had overheated from the long drive and the lack of maintenance. "It looks like it has overheated from the long drive and from a lack of maintenance," Fernando said, as he closed the hood of the car. "And we are in the middle of nowhere. If we call for help now, it will take at least a day for any help to arrive. Why don't you come with me and I take you back to town?"
   The young man looked up happily and it was the first time that Fernando got a good look at him. His face was tanned as if he had just came back from the beach, which complimented nicely with his gleaming white teeth when he smiled, and the slick black hair which he had stylishly combed back. He was wearing a thin golden necklace with a ring attached to it, which dangled this way and that, and he was very fond of using hand gestures when he spoke. 
"Oh thank you," he said, placing a hand on his chest, "you saved my life! My name is Jerome and it's a miracle that you drove past."

   Both the men inspected the broken car one last time to ensure that they have packed all their valuables before jumping into Fernando's car and continuing the tedious drive to the nearest town. A road trip is always more enjoyable when you have someone beside you, and Fernando was glad he had company. 

   "What brings you on this road," Fernando asked, breaking the silence. Jerome looked out the window and stayed silent for awhile before answering. "I'm going to visit my boyfriend," he said finally, and clasped his hands at the ring on his necklace. "Or ... he was my boyfriend." Jerome then clenched his fist as if Fernando's question have somehow angered him. 
   "What do you mean he was?" Fernando said, feeling rather confused. "I am guessing something bad happened between the two of you?"
   "I found out that he has been cheating on me," the young man replied, "for a couple of months now. I did some research on his social media account and found out that he has been seeing someone else." He looked out the window as the landscape rolled by and if you were sitting in the backseat, you would have felt the sadness smothering the atmosphere in the car. "He doesn't know that I know, so I wanted to confront him about it. That's when my car broke down and I was lucky enough to find you." 
   Fernando kept one hand on the steering wheel and put his other hand on Jerome's thigh to comfort him. "That's terrible," he said. "I despise people like him. They really put a bad name on the gay community." As he said this, he kept his hand on Jerome's thigh and began to rub it gently, which Jerome didn't resist. 

   Jerome took his eyes off the window and looked at Fernando, was had a smile on his face. "What are you smiling about" he asked Fernando. He took his hand and scratched his own head. 
   "I was just thinking," Fernando replied softly, "that maybe I could help you get some revenge on this boyfriend of yours." Jerome could see that the smile had widen, and he began to feel slightly uncomfortable but highly intrigued. 
   "What do you have in mind?" Jerome inquired and placed his own hands on top of where Fernando had placed his. It felt warm in his hands. 
   "I have in me an extremely rare form of HIV," Fernando said smoothly,  "which I like to pass onto others, especially without them knowing. It's all part of the fun and I get a lot of thrill from it." He turned to look at Jerome and was surprised to see a smile on his face too. 
   "Go on," Jerome said softly. 
   "Your boyfriend sounds like a dick," Fernando said sternly, "and so I wouldn't mind given him this strain to teach him a lesson which he will never forget." 
   Jerome thought long and hard about this by placing a finger on his chin, the way a scientist would have done whenever they would pounder on a difficult problem. "I don't think he will let you fuck him," he said glumly. 
   "Which," Fernando added, "is why you will be infecting him." 
   Jerome raised his eyebrows in amazement and swallowed before continuing, "I don't understand, I don't have the strain in me." Just at that moment, Fernando moved his hands onto Jerome's bulge which had stiffen from all the sex talk and began to rub it as Jerome began to moan softly in the car. 

   The sun had already set and the road was pitch black except for the light that was emitted from the high beam of Fernando's car. The road was so flat and empty that you could see any car that was approaching but at this particular time, just as Fernando pulled over to the side of the road and grabbed Jerome into a deep and passionate kiss, there was no cars around. And there wouldn't be a single car that would drive past as Jerome sank his ass deep onto Fernando's bare cock that particular night and happily took his charge load into his body. 

   As the two horny men layed silently in the car, breathing heavily from the steamy sex, Fernando, whose dick was still firmly deep within Jerome's ass, leaned over and whispered gently into Jerome's ears: "Welcome to the family" and bit his neck, as if he were a vampire. They both embraced for a few more minutes before Jerome straddled off Fernando's limp cock. As I'm sure you may have guessed, no cum leaked out of his well-used ass. 

   The car continue down the monotonous road with sporadic, a word which here means "hardly any," conversations between the two. From time to time, Jerome would unzip Fernando's pants while he was driving and sucked sloppily on his dick like a lollipop with a juicy centre, and would always lead to sex on the road moments later. By then time they arrived at the next town, the sun was covered by a blanket of grey clouds and it was beginning to rain gently.

"It was good meeting you, buddy," Fernando said as he reached for the glove compartment, and pulled out a black box. "Here is a little gift that you might fancy." He opened the box to reveal an unlabelled tube containing a thick cloudy liquid. He picked it up and gave it a bit of a shake. "I created this formula with a pal of mine which stops the progression of the virus in our bodies," he said. "Even though we both have the mutated virus in our own bodies now, we can still stop the growth of it so we can live a long life like everyone else. Too bad for our victims who do not have such luck." He handed the vial to Jerome who looked at it precariously. "There is enough to last you a whole year. You only need 10ml injected in you once a month and you will be fine."
   "What do I do when I use it all?" Jerome inquired. "Where will I find you?" Outside, the sky began to pour down rain as if it was crying and hit the car was some force. 
   "I'm always on the move," Fernando replied honestly. "If you free, head over to Club Sixty-nine and you can meet my friend Bartender there. He would be more than happy to give you another vial. '"A friend of mine is a friend of his,' he would always say." 
   Both the men gave each other a hug and Jerome opened the door and walked out into the small town. "Oh, and before I forget," Fernando said to Jerome, as he rolled down the window, "breed that son-of-a-bitch for me." Fernando gave an evil, evil smile and when Jerome smiled back, he knew instantly that he had recruited one more bad guy to his side, adding another dint in a world already full of misery and woe. 

***
To my kind reader, 

Fernando is still currently driving on Highway 89. The only place that he could be heading to is a truckstop. If you speak to the man at the counter, he would kindly give you the manuscript to THE TRUCKSTOP MEMORIES, but only if you give him the secret handshake that we have been working on since our childhood. If you see anyone wearing a ring with a skull on it, leave the premise immediately. 

It is only with your help that I could put Fernando behind bars and bring him to justice. 

With all due respect,
Ganthian Raph

[TTFN]

You could at least tell us what the secret handshake is.

[EricX]

19 hours ago, ponyboy238 said:

Go to Club Sixty Nine and get up in the sling.  I'm positive he'll come whisper it in your ear  

 

19 hours ago, ponyboy238 said:

You could at least tell us what the secret handshake is.

 

[GanthianRaph]

 There is something peculiar, a word which here means "strange but at times, wonderful," about driving on an empty road that gets one's thought into constant motion. Perhaps life is one long road and driving along one would make us reflect on the path that we still have yet to travel in our time here on this planet. Or maybe it is a familiar road that we are constantly driving back and forth, resisting the urge to let go of our past even though we know that it may be good for us. Whichever road that you decide to take though, there is one road that I’m sure you will never want to take: the sad and dark road of reading the rest of this accounts of Fernando. 
   Fernando's past was filled with great misery and distress that it made me pounder wether things would have turned out differently if the things that happened did not happen at all, but I cannot change the past because that it how the story goes. And as Fernando drove the dark and lonely road down Highway 89, and past the sign that read "Last Stop Truckstop: 90 km," he couldn't help but to pounder to a much happier and simpler time when it was just him and his father on a road trip to the country side, celebrating his 18th birthday.  
   On that particular night, the weather had just turned ugly: spitting rain which splattered the window here and there and the howling of the wind made a whistling sound through the small openings in the windows of the car. 
   Fernando was holding onto his crotch as he shifted uncomfortably on his seat. "Dad, I really have to go!" Fernando yelled, as he crossed his legs over one another to somehow hold in the piss. "Can you maybe drive a little bit faster?"
   "I wish I could, son," his dad replied. "But in a weather like this, I'm afraid I can't drive any faster. I don't want to put you in any sort of danger." 
   "Can't you stop the car then?" Fernando asked.  "It will only take a minute." But his dad didn't reply as the dim light of an approaching Truckstop illuminated the darkness. "Oh thank god!"
   As the car stopped abruptly at the parking bay, Fernando quickly unbuckled his seatbelt and hopped out of the car, followed by his dad, who was close behind. "Take your time." his dad said, standing by the entrance of the store. "I'll stock up on some supplies while you go and we'll meet up in the car when you're done."
   Fernando didn't reply. He was too focus on rushing to the toilet and who could blame him when he was busting to take a leak, an expression which here means "to expel some of the apple juice he had earlier". The Truckstop toilet was a small room that contained five cubicals that had doors that was so worned out that some of the paint had chipped off. There was a long metal urinal attached to the wall which had a few small puddles of piss on the floor next to it, as if no one cared to aim. And worst of all, it reeked of a strong urine smell that Fernando had to hold in his breath as he walked towards the urinal. He could see on the floor that someone had considerably placed a urinal cake to offset the smell, but it never got to fulfill its life’s purpose as everyone aimed away from it. 
   As Fernando finished up his business, he heard a screeching sound of a door being slowly opened. Sure enough, as he turned his head across his shoulder, he could see the door of one of the the closed cubical slowly opening and there stood a middle aged man dressed in a red plaid shirt and torn jeans. He had a black beard as if he haven't shaved for days and he had a peculiar grin on his face. As Fernando followed his eyes down, he could see why: the man had a hand on his crotch and he was rubbing it slowly and his other hand was gesturing for Fernando to join him. On one of his hand, on his index finger, was a silver ring with a pendent of a skull which seemed to sparkle malevolently in the reflection of the dim light. A skull could mean many things depending on how you want to look at it. For most people, it signifies deaths and danger and that you should get the heck away out of the toilet as soon as you can. But for a curious boy who had just reached the peak of puberty and was also unsure of his sexuality, it was more of an invitation to try something risky and adventurous.  
   You may also have heard of an expression, "a fork in the road," which simply suggests that there are times in your life when you have to make a crucial decision, and that decision will have some sort of consequences down the road. Generally, the younger you make these choices, the greater the impact it will have on your life. For instance, if you took the culinary road instead of the medical road that you parents have kindly suggested, then you could very much find yourself working as a high end chef by now. If, however, you were presented with a choice in the heat of the moment, a phrase which here means "without much time to react or think properly" to indulge in a sleazy sex act in the middle of a smelly Truckstop when you are just coming to terms with your sexuality, it could very much in fact change the course of your life. 
   So it was with much sadness, and regret, that I have to write that Fernando, who was shaking with nervousness at the time, walked slowly towards the man and entered the cubical, locking the door behind him. The cubical was small and had a small puddle of piss on the ground near the toilet. The man grabbed the back of Fernando's head and pushed him onto the ground, his knees touching the piss and quickly becoming soaked. He unzipped his pants to reveal an erect cock, which had a small shiny ring on the end, and pushed it forcefully down Fernando's throat. Up until this point, it is worth mentioning that Fernando had not sucked any cock; he had watched quite a lot of gay porn and focused a lot on the sucking techniques, but had not had the opportunity to try it out. And as you may have experience with your first time, he first felt a warm sensation followed by a hypnotic rhythmic motion as the man thrusted his hips back and forth. Fernando moved his head this way and that and was constantly conscious if he was using his teeth or not, and his mouth soon got particular sore as he man began to hasten his thrust like a fuck machine. The skull fucking was interrupted with an opening of the entrance door, and a familiar figure cautiously walked in. 
   "Fernando, are you here in?" The man asked, who Fernando quickly realized it was his dad. He still had a cock in his mouth, which was moving slowly in and out, and he didn't dare to make any noise as to raise any suspicion. "If you are, we are going to leave in about 5 minutes. You don’t want to be late for your birthday dinner."
   There was a silence and the door closed shut. 
   "Oh, it is your birthday is it? Maybe we should invite your dad to join in on the fun too, Fernando," the man laughed. "I think I just have the perfect birthday present for you tonight."
   Fernando didn’t have to wait to find out what the present was since right at that moment, the man lifted Fernando back up onto his feet and pressed him against the cubical door, pulling down his pants and exposing his pucker. If you have ever bottomed before, then you would know the pain the first time a hard cock enters you and it would be much appreciated if the top went in slowly. Unfortunately for our young Fernando, the man had not been lectured in the art of slow movement and instead, pushed his cock in as hard and as fast as he could, using one of his free strong hand to cover Fernando’s mouth so his scream of pain were muffled. The fuck went on for a few minutes when finally the man injected streams of hot cum into Fernando’s ass. He could feel each pulse as if someone had squirted him with a water gum. He stopped fighting against the man awhile ago. He was not strong enough. Now he was his bitch.  
   Fernando didn't move for awhile after it was over. He began shaking uncontrollable as the man took some tissue and wiped down his dick, which had patches of blood and shit on it. The man grabbed Fernando’s face and forced a kiss down his throat which Fernando was too shock to return, then unlocked the door of the cubical and walked outside. After a minute, Fernando followed suite and walked outside into the chilly night, and met up with his dad who was waiting patiently in the car for him. "Ready to continue the road, son?" asked his dad, turning the ignition on and the sound of the engine roared into the night. 
   Fernando didn’t replied, and instead, pretended to be tired and slept as the two men drove down Highway 89 towards their destination. 

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To my kind readers, 

I apologized for the delay in this account of the notorious Fernando, which I am sad to say he is still on the loose—my associate who I have kindly trusted to gather information have fallen into the clutches of Fernando and so I must look for another associate to carry on with the investigation.

I have heard words from a reliable source that I will be be receiving new information soon titled REVENGE IS SWEET, but that is all I have been given. 

It is only with your help that I could put Fernando behind bars and bring him to justice. 

With all due respect, 
Ganthian Raph  

 

[bjbottom]

Another great story of Fernando.    It does not sound like Fernando properly thanked the bearded man with the skull ring - maybe if he had, there would have been yet another road he would have traveled.  It would have been interesting if his dad just drove off because he did not exit in 5 minutes, or the top man just took him to his truck and Fernando merely disappeared on his 18 birthday.

Edited January 29, 2018 by bjbottom

[drscorpio]

Moderator’s Note: I merged the new chapter into the old thread, so the story would stay together.