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Hey everyone, this is my first attempt at writing here... please let me know what you think and feel free to comment. I plan on updating as often as possible.


PART 1: Enter the Bear’s Den

Taking a deep drag off the large, black cigar in my mouth, I let out a deep moan as the large, hairy bear now presently deep in my formerly tight ass slammed home one last time before announcing to the room he was cumming deep in my hole. I rested my head back, nose-jetting the thick acrid cigar smoke that I had just filled my formerly pick healthy lungs with and proceeded to rub my cock. I winced a little as the fresh PA now piercing the head of my dick moved from my slow jacking, which caused me to clench my hole involuntarily, trapping the thick throbbing member in my hole, milking the bear of his cum.

The other men in the room cheered with words like “Poz that neg hole…” and “Fill up that cum dump..” as I took my cigar from my mouth and ran it over the new tattoo inked across my stomach.

“Cumdump…” I thought to myself, smiling and thinking of the freshly inked words still throbbing on my skin, “definitely fits who I am now.”

My transformation into the inked and pierced slut before these men was something my former self, a young, non-smoker who had barely ever taken a cock, much less barebacked, would never have imagined that he could have become.

It was a nasty breakup. Walking in on your boyfriend of 3 years having sex with a woman was something that I would have imagined seeing. I had just gotten home from my clinical rotation at the nearby hospital as was required by our medical program. Long nights, low pay, and lots of stress- these were all things they warn you of when you get into med school, but it never really sinks in until you are up to your eyes in patients.

Matthew, my former boyfriend, was my first and only boyfriend. We had met in the first week of college and hit things off instantly. He had straight black hair, warm brown eyes, built like a brick shit-house, and a British accent that could make you cream your pants. I myself was a polar opposite, blonde hair, blue eyes, shorter with a swimmer’s build. 

Even though we picked different career paths, he always said he supported me because he knew it would mean a great life for both of us. What’s better than a doctor and lawyer on the checkbook? Every night when I got stuck doing rounds because either it was the proverbial full moon in the ER or an attending called in sick. I suspected things were going on when he stopped wanting to have sex, even though I usually was too tired from work or school to mess around. Things got tenser, as every time we were together he was glued to his phone, always making the excuse that it was someone from work with a question from the nonprofit he worked for. I brushed it off, think it was just stress getting to me.

On the fated night, I had gotten the night off since I had too many hours and figured I’d surprise him with dinner, a movie, and a bottle of lube. I walked in and heard grunting coming from the bedroom of the small apartment we shared. Thinking I’d sneak in and surprise him on his workout, I burst the room, and yelled: “Ravish me with your…”

Looking down, I saw him, in bed, deep inside the ditzy girl from down the hall. I stood there, staring as he jumped, jaw gaping, surprised at my entry as she squealed in delight. Words left me as he blurted out a rushed “oh shit…” and proceeded to pull out of the vapid blonde.

I stormed out of the bedroom and into the living room. He followed, reeking of sex and candy-scented perfume. “Babe… please…. I…” he started, his mild British accent trailing after me.

Fuming, I looked at him before slowly growling out my reply through gritted teeth.

“How long?”

“I…. she…. it’s not what you think…” he stammered, trying to come up with a lie on the spot.

“How. Long.” I replied, stepping towards him, punctuating each word with my finger in the center of his sculpted chest.

“We…. only a few times….” he replied, looking down, knowing I was quickly getting to that dangerous quiet I got into before truly blowing up at someone.

“A few times? Are you fucking kidding me? I don't care if it was once. Get your shit and get out. I don’t care where you go, but you no longer live here.” I replied turning my back on him and looking out the windows.

“Jake… hon….. you can’t do that… both our names are on the lease,” he replied, his cheeks flushed, reminding me of what was now obviously a stupid move I had made a year ago when we moved to the new apartment.

“Fine,” I replied, “I’m going then. I’ll move my shit out when I get a new place. Have a great life asshole.”

Grabbing my keys, I went into the bedroom, ignoring the dimwitted blonde slut on our bed, and began collecting things such as my clothes, a few pairs of scrubs, my phone charger, and a few toiletries.

Stepping back into the bedroom, I looked down as the pink colored claws of the bimbo touched my arm, stopping me in the doorway.

“Jake, honey, look…. I’m sor-“ she started, plastering the fake sad look on her face I’d seen countless people do when trying to apologize for something they aren't really that sorry for.

“Bitch,” I growled out, “If you don’t move you hand in the next 5 seconds, I will move it for you. And I will make sure you require surgery.”

She stepped away with a gasp, pulling her hand towards her chest, protecting it with the other like she had been physically hurt by my words.

I grabbed my phone and proceeded out the door, taking the stairs next the elevator.

Fuming, I climbed down the 12 flights of stairs and stepped out into the lobby, coming face to face with Matt for the second time, who had hastily thrown on a pair of jeans.

“Sweetheart, please!” he said reaching for my hand and I walked through the lobby. “Let’s talk about this! We can work on this!”

“Just like you worked on her pussy for fuck knows how long?!” I screamed out loud, catching the glances of several people in our building, including the sweet little old lady across the hall from us.

“You’re making a scene,” Matt hissed, looking at me beseechingly.

“And what do you call what I fucking walked in on?!” I screeched, throwing his hand that he had started to place on my shoulder, “What do you fucking call it when you walk on your formerly gay boyfriend shoving his cock up some balloon chest bitch, you asshole?!”

Not wanting to hear his reply, I walked out the street, and pulled out my phone, ordering an Uber.

Looking down at my phone, I mostly ignored the admittedly hot Uber drive that had picked me up.

I sent out a text to my friend Erika, asking if she would cover for me for a few days in the hospital, giving her a slightly abridged version of the night's events.

After getting a solid yes and promising to go in greater details soon with her, I shut off my phone and looked up at my surroundings. 

“Excuse me…” I asked, getting the attention of the driver.

“Yeah?” he replied, never letting his eyes off the road.

“Where in the world are we?” I asked, looking around, not really recognizing the area.

“Goin’ to where you told the app sir,” he replied with a bored sigh.

Looking down at my phone, I realized I had somehow entered a gay bar named “The Bear’s Den” into the address that Matt and I had almost gone to meet friends at before we realized how seedy the place was, instead of the hotel I had picked earlier near work.

“Shit… look I…” I started to reply, before realizing that I most definitely needed a drink, even if I never touched the stuff, “Actually, mind if we swing by a hotel first? Extra $20 in it for you.”

“Make it $40 and I’ll wait for you at the hotel,” he said, pulling over on the side of the road and waited as I adjusted the address to a closer hotel.

Pulling up, I noticed that the hotel wasn’t up to what I had grown accustomed to but definitely would do in a pinch. Then the attendant said that the only rooms they had left were smoking. Shit, I thought to myself. Not wanting to be a bigger delay for the driver, I quickly said fine, telling myself that it was only for a night. I quickly got my key, raced to the room, and threw everything in the closet before closing the door and making my way back to the car.

Fifteen mins later, we were at the seedy bar and my Uber was driving away. I stepped into the bar and was immediately hit by a wave of thick cigar smoke, loud gay men chattering and what I could swear was the slight twinge of sex in the air. Looking around, I realized I definitely did not fit in dressed in a v-neck shirt and slightly too tight jeans, while the other men were wearing leather of some sort.

Swallowing my pride, I stepped up the bar and ignored all the stares from the other guys.

Turning to me, the bartender, a hot 30-something with brown hair, piercing green eyes, a perfect tan, and piercings in his ears and eyebrow looked me up and down before finally asking, “What will it be?”

Thinking for a second, I finally blurted out a scotch, not wanting to look like a silly fag ordering something like a green apple martini.
Nodding his head, he went to work making my drink before setting the glass and the bottle down in front of me and walking off.

Suddenly, I was surprised by the guy who suddenly sat down next to me. 50's, shaved head, stormy gray eyes, tons of piercings including a septum ring, leather chaps, and vest, and definitely a muscle builder, he looked like something you would see in a leather daddy magazine.

“Is this seat taken?” he asked in a deep booming bass voice, beer in one hand and an unlit cigar in the other.

“Nah… go ahead,” I replied looking down at the already half empty glass in front of me.

“Bad night?” he asked, turning towards me.

“You don't want to hear it…” I started.

“Trust me I do. Whatever it is has you looking like you really could use that drink,” he said, eyeing the glass in my hand as I set it down from taking another swig, “You don't want to talk, I get it. Just figured I’d see if you needed a person to bitch to. That, and you seem kinda out of place here. I’m Jackson.”

I took a look around again and swore I felt like everyone was looking at me still. He held out his hand, and I shook it. Then, grabbing my glass again, I downed it and let him fill it back up. Letting out a sigh, I retold him the night’s events, my previous history with Matt, everything.

As I finished the story, not realizing that I had now downed 4 glasses of scotch, I let out a small sniff.

“Fuck…” I sniffled, “I don’t know… Should I forgive him? Work things out?”

Grabbing his cigar, he started lighting it up and I found my self slightly mesmerized by the ritual. Looking up at me, he nodded at the cigar in his hand, “You mind if I light up? I need a smoke after hearing that.”

I shook my head, muttering something like ‘what’s one more cigar in here’ and watched as he brought the stick to life, making a bright cherry as he inhaled deeply on it. Blowing it to the side, he looked at the cigar before putting back in his mouth.

“If it were me,” he started, “ And I’m just spitballing here, I wouldn’t. He obviously fucked up a good thing, all for a piece of sloppy meat attached to a pair of tits. If he wanted to fuck around, he should have asked you first. Made it your choice.”

“Yeah… it’s just… I don’t know what to do. He's all I know...” I replied running my finger around the edge of my glass, watching as he inhaled deeply on the dark stick in his mouth.

Watching me watch him as he smoked, he reached into his front pocket and pulled out a second cigar, offering it to me.

“Want one?” he asked, “Definitely one of the good ones. Not like those cheap gas station ones.”

Starting at it, I drunkenly blurted out “I’ve never had one… I wouldn’t know what to do.”

 Pulling the cigar in his mouth out, he handed to me before putting the unlit one in his hand and grabbed the lighter on the bar, lighting it up expertly.

“No worries guy,” he said, “Take my lit one.”

Taking it into my hand, examined it. Looking at the thick smoke floating out of the end, the thick saliva coating the cut end. Sniffing it, I let out a slight ‘woah,’ noticing that it smelled completely different than the smoke. Finally building up my courage I stuck it in my mouth, and immediately breathed in the thick smoke.

I knew, even drunkenly, this was a bad idea.

I started hacking instantly, and he let out a chuckle.

“Dude… I don’t think you’re quite ready for inhaling.”

Stubbornly, I looked at him, alcohol slowly ebbing away at my logic before I took another, smaller inhale. Fighting another cough, I held it in before letting it out in the air.

“Damn… I stand corrected,” he replied, shock written across his face as it slowly worked into a smile.

Something that very few people know about me is that I can become really hard-headed when I drink. Normally I’m rather passive and tend to go with the flow, but with the alcohol, my messy break-up, and the guy laughing, I felt like I had something to prove.

So, we continued smoking and drinking in silence, and to my dismay, my cock started getting hard. I tingled all over, and a started getting a bit of a headache.

I went to grab another scotch when Jackson finally put his hand over the glass.

“I think you’re done drinking there Buddy,” he said smiling and looking down at my bulge now obviously forming in my tight jeans, “No need to get whiskey dick.”

Looking down at his pant, I noticed a monster slowing growing in his pants too.

I let out a soft ‘holy fuck’ as I saw what easily looked like 10 inches growing in his tight leather pants. Matt had a nice sized 6” uncut cock, but we’d never fucked much since it always hurt a bit going in. We had always just sucked each other off. But for some reason, in my drink-addled mind, I almost wanted to ride this monster.

Suddenly, Jackson was kissing the side of my neck, and whispered: “why don’t we go back to your place?”


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I hope by "your place" he means the apartment with the boyfriend so they can show him what real fucking looks like, poz loads and all.

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fuck great story cant wait to see what happens. love dirty cigar smoking. nothing hotter than being on your needs sucking a cock while a guy is in leather smoking a cigar. licking the ash off his boots

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I was able to make really good time fleshing out and proof reading this chapter before work tomorrow. As asked, I tried to include some hot pipe smoking, as well as give some hot reading material.  Since I work for the next few days, I likely won't be able to update until the weekend unless I get home pretty early.  As always, enjoy guys, and let me know what you think!


PART 2: Just a Perfect Taste of What’s to Come

The sound of running water being shut off was the first thing to wake me up. The normally soft sound hammered through my head making me cringe as all my other senses slowly started to wake up.  The first of my other senses was taste.  Jesus, I thought to myself, did I lick an ashtray?  Next, I opened my eyes only to instantly regret it as I was immediately greeted to a stray beam of sunlight coming in through the window.  My head felt like it had split open.

“So," I said to myself out loud, “This is being hung over.  Fucking hell.…”

Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to sit up. This too was a bad idea.  I started coughing, and my throat felt like it was on fire, as well as a deep thickness to my chest.  Then I felt the slick wetness in my ass.  God, how drunk was I to have shit the bed? I thought to myself, but then, upon inspection, I found none of the telltale signs.

“Seriously?” I groaned out loud, “just what the fuck did I do last night?!”

“I think a better question would be what didn’t you do last night,” a deep voice asked from the bathroom. 

I jumped off the bed, shocked at the sudden intrusion of the strange voice from the bathroom.  A dull ache immediately shot through my ass, and then everything from the night before rushed back to me.  The breakup.  The bar.  The scotch.  The crying into my drink.  The smoking.  Holy shit!  The smoking!  I don’t smoke!  What in the holy fuck?  And what happened after the smoking.

I remembered that we had gotten into a car or maybe it was a truck.  We smoked and groped each other the entire way back to the hotel, and I fumbled to get the key out of my pocket.  The entire time, the hot guy from the bar… name like a president… Johnson… no… his name was Jackson, was grabbing my ass in one hand and his cigar and my crotch, licking down my neck as I puffed away on what must have been my second cigar.  We made it into the room and immediately started stripping.  Jackson, rubbing his dick through the leather pants he was wearing, watched me as I struggled drunkenly to pull off my pants.  Suddenly, he was in front of me, putting his hand on my chest and pushing me backward onto the bed.  Taking a deep inhale on the nearly spent cigar, he looked down at me and smiled before he shifted the cigar into the corner of his mouth and proceeded to expertly pull my jeans and underwear off in one swift movement. 

“Nice set your packing there son,” he replied, eyeing my now naked body.

“Thanks, your's is nice to-shiiiiiiiiit,” I replied with a slight muffle around the cigar in my mouth, as he quickly pulled the cigar out of his mouth, lifted my legs over his shoulders and began to lick and probe at my asshole with his tongue and fingers.

“Nice tasty hole too,” he continued, taking a quick break to take another puff of the cigar, “Going to love fucking that all night.  Can't wait to see it gaping after I fuck it.”

At this point, I was lost to the world, puffing away at the cigar in my mouth as this hot mountain of a man continued to work at my hole, loosening it up for the giant piece of meat in his pants.  I continued to moan as he stretched me out, first with one finger, then two.  At this point, I probably looked to the world like the chimney at a coal plant.  Cigar deep in my jaw, inhaling fully on the cigar and letting the smoke jet out of my nose and mouth.  I let out a muttered curse as he shoved another two digits into my hole, rubbing my prostate gland deep in my hole.

At this point, both of us knew what was going to happen next.  Slowly, he stood up, satisfied at his assault on my former tight hole.  Looking down at me, he reached into his pocket and grabbed a small brown bottle.  Pulling my cigar out of my mouth, he set it on an ashtray.  He then handed the bottle to me, and as I went to ask him what it was for he replied, knowing already what I planned to ask.

“Open the bottle and sniff deep on them,” he said as he stepped back and started pulling his pants off.  I looked down, suddenly catching a glance at the giant, uncut ten inch cock he had firmly stuffed in his pants as the seemingly jumped out of his pants.  Even in my drunken state, my eyes grew, knowing that there was no way in hell it would fit. 

“Just sniff the bottle and let me do the rest,” he said, sensing my worry after taking a single glance at his package.  The alcohol was still coursing through my veins, as I slowly nodded and did as he said.

Being a proper medical professional, I had been a good boy all my life.  I have never drunk as a teen, smoked, did drugs or even had sex until I had met Matt in college.  Hell, I hadn't even taken anything stronger than a Tylenol until I had my wisdom teeth out at 19.  Yet, here I was, about to start sniffing poppers, smoking heavily on a cigar, no... my second cigar after getting trashed on scotch.  And set to have sex with a stranger.  All without hesitation.

At first, I felt nothing as the strange smelling fumes went up to my nose.  Then, I felt it.  Everything in my body relaxed, and I watched as the man above me slowly brought his cock towards my face.

“Want to suck me, boy?” he asked, reaching over to the table and setting the spent cigar that was formerly in his mouth into the ashtray.  I nodded and returned the smile he gave me.  Turning away, he went over to his previously forgotten leather pants and grabbed a lighter and what had to be a massive pipe out of the side pocket.  Again, it was my turn to be mesmerized.  He slowly brought the large lighter to the bowl of the pipe, lighting it with the flame, and began to slowly circle it, puffing and bring the pipe to life.  Flipping out the bottom of the lighter, he began to press the tobacco threatening to break free of the confines of the bowl back in and began to light it once again, this time bringing with it large clouds of smoke.  All I could do is watch in awe as he performed the ritual, my cock somehow getting even harder as he then turned his attention back to me.

“Daddy’s gonna need this for all the pounding he's got planned on your tight hole,” Jackson growled, letting smoke curl out of his mouth.  Walking over to me, he grabbed his dick and aimed it at my mouth. “Suck on my meat slut,” he growled at me, staring down at me on the bed through hooded eyes.

Slowly, I took him into my mouth, my jaw stretching uncomfortably as I struggled to fit him fully into my mouth.  Slowly, I was able to get deeper and deeper until I could feel him threatening to hit the back of my throat.  I grabbed his balls and began tugging on them as my gag-reflex started to kick in, eliciting a growl of approval.

“It’s time to slam into that cum-dump boy,” Jackson replied, pulling his cock out of my mouth with a loud plop.

I stared at his massive, glistening dick, a string of what had to be precum and my spit slowly dripping off the tip.  Jackson made his way back to the foot of the bed and brought my feet back above his shoulders, the large pipe resting on his lips as smoke slowly rose out of the bowl.  Reaching down, he grabbed the now forgotten bottle of poppers and my half smoked and now unlit cigar from the ashtray.  Opening the bottle, he took a few hits before putting the bottle under my nose.  I took a few hits myself and he closed the bottle before shoving the cigar in my gaping mouth.  Closing my lips around the thick cigar, he brought his now lit lighter to the edge of the stick.  I drew on it, bringing the cigar back to life slowly, inhaling with each puff.

“Good fucking cum pig…” he growled as I puffed away, “Daddy likes his cock whore smoking.”

I vaguely noticed each time he called me those dirty names that my cock jerked, and had even started dripping precum on its own as the words got nastier.  Removing the lighter, he put out the flame and threw it on the bed.  Removing the pipe out of his mouth, he worked up a load of spit and drooled it onto my openly exposed hole.  I felt my hole pucker as the warm saliva slowly moved across it.  Taking another puff of his pipe, he then spit another mouthful onto his large, veiny cock.

“Take a deep haul on the cigar you slut,” he growled, shoving the head of his dick against my hole, “Daddy’s coming home.”

I did as he said and took a deep draw on the cigar as I felt him shove his dick head against my stubborn opening.  It fought for several moments as his large cock pushed harder and harder.  Suddenly, my hole gave up the fight and I nearly screamed as ten solid inches slowly made its way into my formerly tight hole.  He rested for a minute as my hole raged against the sudden intruder deep in its depths.  Slowly, the pain ebbed away, calmed as I slowly started smoking the cigar in my jaw again.  In my pain, I had bit down somewhat on the stick, and thankfully it now sat perfectly on the side of my mouth.  As Jackson slowly started pumping in and out of my ass, I focused on the bright, glowing cherry slowly moving up the stick.  I timed his pumps into my ass and his smokey exhales with the inhales on my cigar, slowly beginning to relish on the loosening of my hole, now loosening against his steady assault.


Suddenly, Jackson changed positions, and with a slight grunt from him towering above me, my hole suddenly felt slicker.  We continued on with this for what felt like an hour, but in hindsight was likely only half that.  Looking down, he smiled at my hard cock, drooling from the steady slamming of the sweet spot inside my ass, and took hold of my cock, coating the palm of his hand before roughly stroking it.

“Good boy,” he let out with a low moan as my hole involuntarily squeezed hard on his dick, “You’re making Daddy so happy.  He wants to see you shoot a big load for him.  Grip onto Daddy’s dick with your fucking cumhole.”

Nodding, I complied and began to tighten my hole, immediately loving the sensation as he began to slam somehow ever harder into my ass.  Finally, I felt my balls tighten, and as I began to cum, my back and head involuntarily arched backward, my jaw gripping even tighter on to the nearly spent cigar in my mouth.   As I did so, I felt his cock slam into my ass one last time before I felt his cock twitching in my ass as he let out one final yell.

"Take all of my Daddy sperm!  It's time to knock up that hole!"

We both lay there in silence as we slowly recovered from our shared orgasm.  Stirring slightly, he rubbed his hands on my chest and pinched each of my nipples.  Eliciting another small gasp and pucker of my hole, he smiled.  We were both equally spent.  Removing my now spent cigar from my mouth, as well as his pipe, which was apparently fully smoked, he gently placed both his pipe and my cigar butt into the ashtray beside my head, and proceeded to give me a deep kiss, his large tongue sliding deep in my mouth.  After which he slowly withdrew his slowly deflating cock from my ass.

We scooted up on the bed and I must have fallen asleep, slowly tracing my finger around the scorpion shaped tattoo on his left shoulder.  And that’s when I realized what my drunken self the night before had not.  I knew that what that tattoo meant. Either this man was born at the end of October or beginning of November, or worse.  I saw that tattoo twice before, both times at work during my rotation in I.D.  I might have just let an HIV positive man come in my ass.  Without protection.

Jumping up, I let out a horrified “OH FUCK!”, both do the shock of what my stupid drunken ass had done the night before, and the now sharp sting emanating from my ass.  Sticking his head out of the bathroom, Jackson looked at me and made a small smile. 

“Sore, huh?” he asked, grinning as he stepped into the room, wearing nothing but a towel with a quickly growing tent from what was likely a semi-hard monster cock underneath.

“No! I mean… well yes… but fuck… we…” I sputtered, trying to find my words as I struggled with my sudden realization.

“Fucked?” he asked, “Yeah, and damn boy, you have a mighty fine ass.  And no way in hell you aren’t a smoker!  I’ve never seen anyone smoke like that and not be one.”

“Shit!” I yelled, starting to pace the room, “Shit-shit-shit!”

“You ok?” he asked, looking at me confused.

“No!  You’re poz, aren’t you?!” I nearly yelled, looking at him and pointing my finger.

“Um… well, yeah…?” he asked, still confused.

“SHIT!” I screamed, grabbing at my hair as I paced even faster. 

“Well, I mean I am undetectable but… Dude,” he asked slowly, “You okay?”

I stopped and stared at him for a few moments before exploding “DO I LOOK OK?! I JUST HAD UNPROTECTED SEX WITH YOU!” I yelled, starting my pacing again.

“Um, calm the fuck down,” Jackson replied, a slightly disgusted look spreading across his face.


“I’ve got to go get on PEP.  I gotta get tested… shit!” I muttered, my breathing quickening as everything came crashing down.

“Wait…” Jackson slowly drawled out, “You’re neg?”

“Of course I am!” I replied as I stared at him bewildered.

“Oh fuck dude…” he continued, as the realization finally struck him, “I just though you were poz since you came in the bar last night…”

“What?!” I asked, becoming confused as my mind failed to understand where his line of thought was going.

“Uh, last night was poz night at the bar… well, unofficially…” he replied, slowly making his way to the edge of bed before sitting down.  “Officially it’s “Daddy Dick” night, but well… yeah.  I figured you knew.  Everyone does.”

“Well, I fucking didn’t!” I replied, my breathing quickly increasing as tears started to form on my face.

“Look,” Jackson asked, “You obviously work in medicine right?”

Confused, I stared at him not knowing how he knew this.  Guessing at why I was confused, he pointed to the closet.

“I hung up my clothes and noticed the scrubs and doctor tools and stuff.  I’m going to guessing nurse, maybe?  Med student?  Obviously too young to be a doc.”

Slowly, I nodded, trying to follow his logic.

“Well, I’m fully medicated and undetectable,” he continued, “So your chances of actually contracting it are what?”

“At most, 0.45% over the course of a year of unprotected sex… or less depending on the study you read,” I replied, automatically blurting out one of the millions of facts I had picked up along my course.

“So essentially nil,” Jackson said.

“But it’s not impossible,” I replied, nervous but more slightly relieved. 

“Thank god you only came in me once.”

“Well,” Jackson replied, a fond smile on his face, ”more like three times.  I tend to come several times when I really get into it.”

Tension filled my body as I slowly looked over at him.

“Not helping,” I ground out, “ Really, really not helping. But thanks for trying.”

“Jake, right?” he asked, waiting for me to shaking my head in affirmation before he continued, getting up from the bed and pulling on his clothing, adding “Look, I kinda get where you're coming from.  I was somewhat in your shoes once not all that long ago."  He looked down at his watch before continuing.  "I have to head to work.  Maybe it would be a good idea to wrap your head around what happened last night.”

I slowly nodded, secretly fighting the mildly nauseous feeling deep in my stomach as he continued.

“I had fun, you seemed to have fun too.  And frankly, I’d love to do it again.  But only when you want to.”

“I… uh…. thanks…” I replied, still unsure of how to reply, my mind racing.  Surely it had been one of those drunken one-time things.  I’m not one to those types of guys.  I don’t do those types of things.  Right?

“Here,” he said, pulling out his wallet and handing me a business card from inside, “Take it.  Has my cell on it.  If you ever want to pick up from here, let me know.  Or if you just need someone as a contractor for your house.”

Nodding, I slowly willed my self to politely take the card as he made his way to the door.

“Take care,” he replied, lifting his hand behind him.  Softly I muttered a 'you too' as he softly closed the door.

I sat in silence for a few moments.  Looking around the room, I saw my phone sticking slightly out of my pocket, abandoned in the activities the night before.  Gingerly, I stood up and pulled the phone out, placing my finger over the home button.  I frowned as the screen remained stubbornly dead.

“Damn it…” I sighed, making my way to the bag and after a short search, finding the thin white cord and power block.  Looking around, I finally saw a power port on the bedside lamp and grabbed my boxers, plugged the phone and pulled on my underwear.  Soon enough, my phone lit up and a small ding emanated from it.  With a sigh, I grabbed it and stared at the screen which reported 47 missed calls, 101 text messages and 35 voicemail. All undoubtedly from Matt.

“Fuck…” I muttered, rubbing my hand on my face, “Isn’t this just a perfect taste of what’s to come?”


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Sorry for the delay in updates. This next one will get a bit wordy, but there is a lot of information I needed to get in there to make the story make sense, and  I promise that I end it on a worthwhile note. Again, thanks for all the replies, and I look forward to any input.
PART 3: Becoming a Good Neighbor

Looking up from my laptop, I watched as two of my classmates walked up, finishing their rounds for the evening before we sat and completed our charts.

“Hey, Erika. Hey, Steve,” I softly said, not looking up from what felt like the hundredth chart I had written that night.

Both said a quick ‘hey’ before dropping their laptops next to mine. Looking over, I saw Erika finger what felt like the millionth bouquet sent to me by my ass of an ex in the last 3 weeks.

Erika, a short red-head that I first met back in pre-med, is hands down my best friend. She barely comes up to my chin, but what she lacks in height, she definitely makes up for it in feistiness. We met at a mixer one night in the dorms and was actually the one to introduce me to my douche of an ex. At this moment, she was single, having dumped her ex after they had a fight over the long hours she always put in. 

Steve, on the other hand, is tall, black, and frankly one of the few guys I had ever lusted over and hit on. Smart, quick to make a comeback, and he and his fiancé, a nurse at another hospital, are one of the cutest couples I ever met. Sadly for me, he was 100% straight, but still extremely cool, if not a little too knowledgeable about the gay world, besting me on all sorts of insights.

“I see he really doesn’t give up…” she replied, grabbing the card and looking inside, “God, what a sappy note. ‘I love you with all my heart. Being without you is like missing a piece of my soul.’ Talk about contrived. If that fucker didn’t want to lose you, maybe he should have kept it in his pants. It’s been what, 2 weeks?”

“Nope he still hasn’t, and it’s been 3 weeks,” I said, finally finishing up my last chart and after clicking log out, closed the lid of the laptop.

Grabbing it and my few paper charts, I put each away; the laptop back into its cradle on the counter behind us, and the charts in the ‘To File’ pile. I began to stretch, hearing and feeling several loud pops emirate from my back.

“And they’re going into the trash, just like all the rest,” I said, going to the small closet behind the nurse's station. Pulling out my jacket, I began to shoulder on the thick material, thankful that I had forgotten the coat for nearly a year and yet to be stolen. The weather had taken a sudden dip into an early winter, and I knew I would definitely be needing it.

“Screw that!” Steve replied, grabbing the vase before I could, “Can I have them?”

I stopped and stared at Steve. “Ok…. why do you want a dozen red roses?” I asked, confused before adding the sly, “Did you something you want to tell Erika and I about the requires roses at home?”

“Fuck no!” he replied with an eye roll before continuing. “It’s just that nurses love them. Especially mine. You want something from them, just give them flowers and candy.” 

“Shit… should have thought of that myself!” Erika said, trying to make a grab at the glass vase as Steve pulled them out of her reach.

“Nope. Mine,” he laughed, watching as she tried to jump and grab them, profanities spewing from her mouth as his tall frame easily surmounting her much shorter stature. 

“You can have the next one, dear, ” I said, hanging up my white coat before starting work on the zipper, “I’m sure there will be more tomorrow.”

“And just where are you off to?” Steve asked, raising his eyebrows and looking at the clock, obviously surprised at my early departure, knowing I usually was the last to leave since I had set up camp in the small on call room down the hall.

“House hunting. Found a really decent place for like $800 a month. It’s fully furnished and not all that far away. Have to get there before 5:30 so I can check it out.” I replied, checking to make sure I had my phone and wallet before making my way from behind the counter. “I’m tired of staying in the on-call room here, hospital food sucks ass, and I’m getting really tired of having to live out of a duffle bag.”

“Jesus! What’s wrong with it that it’s that cheap? I’d come with to help you, but on call tonight.” Erika replied, her eyes growing large at the admittedly too good to be true deal.

“Yeah, what she said,” Steve added. 

“No idea, but it’s got to be better than living in a hospital, and it’s in my price range. Even seems like a pretty new place and has perfect access to the streetcar line. My only guess is that there's a night club or something,” I replied, pulling up the listing from my phone broker before hand the phone to them.

“Niiiiice,” they both replied, as I pocketed my phone again.

“Ten bucks says someone was murdered there, probably a serial killer like in American Psycho,” Steve guessed, looking back down at his screen and typing.

“Nope, $20 bucks says it's definitely the site of a porno,” Erika added, doing the same, “Probably a giant homo-fest filled with big cocks shooting everywhere like a Super Soaker. I bet if you took a black light with you, it’d look like a Jackson Pollock painting in there.”

“You’re on,” replied Steve.

“Lame jokes from both of you, I expected better, “ I called behind me, making my towards the elevator, ”Wish me luck!”

Pressing the down button, the doors quickly opened to reveal my least favorite person in our class.

Alex Ranker, aka Ranker the Wanker as Matt called him. Though I hated Matt now, I still agreed it was a perfect thing to call the guy. Alex was one of those guys that seemed to have it all. His parents were rich, his mother an heiress to some fruit company out east, his father a famous lawyer in New York. The guy was literally perfect. Perfect tan, perfect teeth, perfectly trimmed dirty blond hair, perfect body. Until he opened his mouth. He’d been known to harass the nurses and other students alike, to the point nobody wanted to work with him. And yet, it seemed like he could do no wrong in the eyes of the attending doctors.

My level of hatred started back at the beginning of residency when they had a dinner at the hospital for everyone and their spouses to visit. I had run to the restroom, only to come out and find Mr. Douche himself feeling up my then boyfriend. He didn’t even bat an eye as we kissed when I got back and proceeded to ask for Matt’s number. Needless to say, I still hated the guy with a passion.

Looking up from his phone, he gave a slight smirk at me. I fought not to let my thoughts about the douche reach my face, and stepped onto the elevator next to him, watching as the door closed. I stared ahead for a few minutes when Wanker opened his mouth and started speaking.

“I hear you and that hot British guy broke up,” he said, immediately getting under my skin, “Must have finally realized he could do a lot better than someone like you. I’ll have to get his number sometime. Show him what a real man is.”

Wanker was also a notorious man-whore, having been caught with both male and female nurses all over the hospital. A true one and done type of guy. Every week, the staff would have to cheer up whoever he had used and dumped. The latest was the new nurse in the neonatal unit. Told her at the nursing station to grow up and get over herself. And that he’d had much better all the time. He at least was now iced out of that floor. 

This was opposed to me. I tried every day to treat the nurses as a team, helping them whenever I could and listening to their complaints. And who after the recent break-up, constantly had the sympathy vote on his side. The difference between us proving ‘never piss off the nurses.’

“Yep,” I replied through gritted teeth,  “Caught him in bed with a neighbor. Apparently, he only likes pussy now. Also likely has a bad case of gono knowing what he was on. So enjoy that. He’s all yours.”

Slightly satisfied at how my reply had shut the dick up, I rushed the doors the second they opened to the lobby and quickly made my way to the entrance.

Luckily, the streetcar was only a block away, and my wait out in the biting cold was a blissfully short one.

I stared blankly out the window, letting my mind wander to that night 3 weeks earlier, and nearly found myself missing my stop. I felt my cheeks redden a little as  I looked down and saw the guy sitting in front of me who was forced to stare at the obvious bulge in my scrub pants. I made brief eye contact before I moved away and looked pointedly out the windows of the tram.

Hurriedly, I hopped off, and walked down the block towards the apartment building, having memorized where I needed to go. Looking around, I caught a few brief glances of the area. A few small shops, several restaurants, even what looked to be a bookstore nearby. Then there was the building with blacked out windows and bars right next door to where I was going.

Nightclub maybe? I asked myself, slightly slowing down as I walked past. The sign above the door stated ‘Stroud’s.’

However, there were no other identifying features, so I kept walking past. I walked into the lobby of the apartment and was greeted by a receptionist, a hot younger guy, possibly of Indian descent.

“Are you Jake?” he asked, a mild Middle Eastern accent in his voice.

“Um… yeah, how’d you know?” I asked, slightly put off by how this guy knew exactly who I was.

“I’m Amal. Greg, our manager, and leasing agent is the one you spoke to this morning. He’s in his office,” he replied, extending his hand and shaking mine, “Follow me.” 

I followed Amal to the room behind him, taking in the appearance of the apartment lobby. It was obvious that the building was a former hotel, and an old one at that. Thankfully, whoever owned the building hadn’t completely gutted it on its renovation, leaving many of the old styled flourishes around, while still adding an interest modern flair. I knew instantly I would love the place, at least until I found out why it was so cheap.

The receptionist opened the door and I saw Greg. Holy shit! I thought to myself, have I walked into the Twilight Zone?

Before me was a man who I could swear at first was Jackson. He had same dark hair, graying at the temples. He also obviously spent half his life at the gym, his chiseled torso hidden just barely by an expensive looking suit and tie. A nice, square chin and piercing gray eyes added to his masculine look, with high-end designer glasses completing the look, giving him the air of a model. However, as I looked closer, I noticed a few differences between the two. No piercings, no beard, his voice was a little less deep, hair cut was definitely different. He had a phone to one ear talking away to what must have been a tenant, and with a brief wave, I sat down in one of the chairs in front of him.

“Can I get you anything?” Amal asked from the doorway, breaking me from my mild stupor.

“Um, no, I’m good,” I replied, giving a small smile. Quietly, Amal shut the door, as I turned my attention back to the building manager.

“Yes Mrs. Goodwin, I’ll have maintenance get on that as soon possible. Yes… yes, ma’am. Thank you again for reporting it. I truly apologize for the inconvenience. Yes… Yes, ma’am. UH-huh… Okay, thank you,” he spoke, before finally hanging up the phone. 

Looking down, he began to look through the many sticky notes on his desk, looking for a particular one. “ Thanks for waiting. Sorry, it took so long getting off the phone, Mister… uh… sorry… Doctor…”

“Harding. Please, just call me Jake,” I replied, shaking his hand as he extended it out.

“Nice to meet you, Jake. I take it it’s getting quite cold outside?” he asked, turning his attention to the computer screen next to him, clicking on something, “You’re here to see…. 1201 was it? The one bed, one bath fully furnished?”

“Uh, yeah, I think so,” I replied, forcing myself to stop imagining the quickly darkening things I’d do with the man in front of me, quickly starting to mirror what I had done with Jackson.

“And you want a… immediate move in if possible I see. And you’ve already completed the application… thanks for getting that done so fast,” he continued, reading the screen, “And I see you’re well qualified for the apartment. No pets, and no need for a deposit… Great!” he replied, reaching into the desk and pulling out a small electronic key card, “We can show the apartment now if you’d like?”

Nodding, I followed him back to the lobby, standing behind him as he pressed the call button for the elevator. Quickly I stopped myself from looking at his ass as he turned around to face me.

“So, as you can tell, this used to be a hotel. It was built back in 1907,” he began, pointing out different points in the lobby as he began his tour of the building. “We recently renovated last year. We tried to keep the historical integrity of the building, but everything that couldn’t be saved has been updated. There’s fiber internet in the building, as well as 24-hour security. And the front desk is staffed from 9 am until 11 pm every day. We have a small gym on the 2nd floor, as well as a pool behind the lobby. There is a small attached parking garage, but those are an additional $100 a month per space.”

I nodded as he told me these things. Seeing as I had no car, the parking wasn’t a big deal. But still, I kept telling myself that there was no way this place could be this nice at the current price and not have something wrong with it yet. 

The doors of the antique looking elevator opened up, revealing a surprisingly updated looking interior.

“The elevator works with your room key, and will only take you to your floor and the common access areas. We also made sure to set it up so that you can use your phone, and that you can send a temporary access code to anyone you wish. It will also allow them to access your apartment door if you aren't home.”

I slyly watched him as the elevator quickly climbed upward, taking in the nice profile presented to me as he continued to wax about the history of the building. For once, I was really beginning to enjoy not being attached to someone. Especially the no fearing the repercussions of checking someone out. The downside though was not having done anything for 3 weeks, which was really starting to make me horny.

The doors opened to reveal a long, well-lit hallway, the seemingly never ending length giving my a slight vibe of something out of The Shining. I half expected those creepy twin girls to appear and start asking me to play with them. Directly across the hall was my possible apartment.

“As you can tell, it's near the elevator,” the manager continued, “But we made sure to add extra sound proofing to prevent any noise problems.” He swiped the card above the door lock, and with a slight whir, the door unlocked. Opening it, I followed him in, looking around the room as he turned on the lights.

I was stunned. The place looked amazing. The pictures from the internet showed empty rooms, and the images had not done the place justice. Tall ceilings, with what had to be the original decorative crown moldings. Granite counters, high-end loft furniture, stainless steel appliances, exposed brick and hardwood floors everywhere. And even an amazing view of downtown. There was even a large flat panel tv and what looked to be one of those high-tech smart thermostats. I began to feel almost unnerved. Why in the world wasn’t this place taken?

The tour continued to the bedroom with a well appointed and fully updated on-suite bath, again looking like something out of a magazine for the rich and famous, and not something that was more in the pricing of a fresh out of college student. 

“As you can see, we went to a lot of lengths to update the apartment and all the furniture comes with it at $150 a month. After a 3 year lease, they will pretty much be yours. We currently don’t have them installed, but it will also come with a high-efficiency washer and dryer as well if you need it. This unit was previously the model unit, but since we’ve recently finished the top 10 floors, we’re trying to get rid of this one. Also, we have a deal with the former housekeeping staff and they provide cleaning once every week for another $75 a month.”

“Um… it’s great…. but…” I replied, perplexed at how such a great find wasn’t already taken. This place was nicer than anything I could have hoped to live in.

“Let me guess…” Greg intoned, “How is something like this still on the market?”

“Yeah…” I replied, looking around again, “Did someone die in here… or is it haunted or…”

“Well,” he started, looking a little embarrassed, “I do have to be up front. There are a few problems with the place. First, you’ll have Mrs. Goodwin, the lovely lady I was speaking to earlier as a neighbor. She’s very nice if a bit… well, crazy. Don't get me wrong, very sweet, and if you ever want great food, she is an excellent cook and loves for people to try it. But she tends to like to know every little thing about people. You can usually avoid her as long as you aren’t in the hallway at certain hours. Also, she has a bad habit of trying to fix her children up with other tenants. The closer they are, the more she pushes it.”

Having had an (albeit much lesser) similar experience with our previous neighbor, this fact didn’t phase me.

“OK, I’ve had my share of nosy neighbors, so not a big deal there. And I guess it's nice actually knowing who your neighbors are. I’m guessing there’s more though?” I asked.

“Well, there is the fact of the neighborhood,” he replied. “This area is still in transition, and the crime is a tiny bit higher than other areas. But nothing major. It’s a pretty safe place to live. There is a lot of very nice places to shop and eat, and the street car is right down the street. But we do have a certain… erm… the element that resides here and has no plans of leaving.”

“So, gangs? The mob? Satanists?” I asked half-jokingly, not quite following his logic.

“Oh God, no, nothing like that,” he replied, “It’s just… well, I’m sure you saw that place next door. Stroud’s.”

“Sure, “ I replied, remembering walking past the place next door. “Is it a nightclub? If so, I don’t think it would be a problem this high up would it?”

“Oh. Um, no… it’s a….” he replied, looking even more flustered, “You don’t get easily offended do you?”

“I’m a doctor, so no… seeing strange things and people is part of my job,” I replied.

“Well, it's actually an adult bookstore. And apparently pretty popular as well, especially with the male population. It’s actually the reason why we have had so much trouble filling the unit,” he stated, “People don’t really like telling their friends to go the apartment complex next to the gay bookstore. Especially with the rumors around it. It’s really pretty seedy. We’ve tried to talk the city into closing it down, but apparently, the owner has a lot of connections in city hall. That and the owner has a private sauna a block away. With those two elements, we tend to have a problem with a lot of our more conservative renters being driven away. We had an issue with our last tenant as well, which required us to have them evicted. Corporate really strives for full occupancy, so I’ve tried to price it to sell. You’re the best candidate we’ve had yet.”

I felt a stir in my pants as I realized exactly what he meant by seedy gay bookstores. I’d recently started reading about such things online, bored at night with the call room to myself. Likely, this adult bookstore was one of those rare finds. Possibly even one of the ones with private theaters.

“Other than those problems, it's a lovely unit. What are your thoughts on the place?” Greg replied, looking as though I was likely to bolt out of the place and never return.

“Actually, compared with the things I see at work,” I said, taking a final look around, “Those things are really rather mild. You’d be amazed at the things people do in the bedroom that put them in the emergency room.”

With a slight laugh, we exited the room and made our way back to the elevator.

“So, like you said, you’re wanting to move in as soon as possible?” Greg asked, following me into the elevator as the doors opened with a slight thump.

“I’d say today, but I’m sure that…” I started to say before he immediately interrupted.

“We can do that!” he exclaimed. “If you want, we can have someone from the cleaning staff do a once over. We just have some paperwork, and if you can make the first month’s rent payment and the application fee, we will be able to get you in tonight about 8 or 9 pm. Would that work?”

Shocked, I nodded my head, amazed at how quickly I could take possession of the place. 

We spent the next hour signed what felt like a mountain of paperwork and the swipe of my debit card, we exchanged handshakes and Greg gave me the small plastic card. I left the building, running back to the hospital to get my duffle bag, and then returned, off to grab dinner and explore the neighborhood.

I took in a light dinner at the Thai place across from the streetcar stop and set off to explore in the quickly dying late fall sunset. I walked into a few shops, surprised at how many were open until later in the evening. I even spied a small tobacconist shop, which made me think back to the hot night from 3 weeks before yet again. I ignored the shop though, looking at my watch.

It was time for my apartment to be done. So, I walked back to the building before I spied several people walking into the adult bookstore. I felt myself get hard yet again. I walked back into my building, waving at Amal, and rode the elevator back up, setting my bag into the bedroom and changing into normal clothes before deciding to bite the bullet and check out the bookstore.

Stepping into the store, it looked like any other adult bookstore I had seen before. An ever shrinking movie section (thanks in large part to the internet), toys ranging from small to impossibly large, leather, clothing and edible panties, even the occasional ball gag and whip. I wasn’t that impressed until I noticed a second entrance to the back of the shop. I walked up to the attended, and with a slight blush on my face, asked what was further in.

The attendant definitely looked like a skinhead. Shaved, bald head, with piercings everywhere. Fishnet shirt and leather pants. He appeared to be reading a Harry Potter book, and with a sigh, he stopped reading and flipped over the book.

“First time?” he asked with raised eyebrows, looking at me with an appraising glance.

“Yeah,” I said, “Just moved in nearby and thought I’d be a good neighbor and check out things.”

I flashed a slight smile, fearing my nervousness was showing, to which he warmly returned. 

“Normally, it's a $10 fee for non-members to enter the theater, but since you’ve never been, it’s on me,” he said, pressing what must be a button to open the door. A buzzing noise came from the door.

“Enjoy, buddy,” he said with a somewhat wicked smile.

I opened it and walked inside. I immediately was met with a lit stairway down. Walking down I entered a dimly lit hallway. It took a minute for my eyes to adjust to the red lighting.

I walked around, but the halls seemed empty, each door closed. Finally, I found an open door leading to a booth. Stepping inside, I closed the door. Looking around, I noticed a large screen with a bill feeder under it. Sitting down, I pulled out my wallet and grabbed a few dollars and stuffed them in.

The TV turned on and started showing a video of two girls making out naked. Looking around the edge of the screen, I finally found the controls and flipped around until I found one of what appeared to be a group of guys fucking in various positions around a tiled room. I sat back and watched, slowly feeling a rise in my pants.

After a while, the scene changed to a young guy, looking somewhat similar to myself, with a line of all the guys waiting to take a turn on his ass. One thing stuck out to me, however. Not a single one appeared to be wearing a condom.

I felt my cock throb and building up courage, I pulled my pants down and slowly started stroking myself. There I sat, stroking my cock for several minutes, zoning out to the hot video in front of me when I heard a sudden tapping to my right.

Startled, I stopped what I was doing and turned to see where the noise was coming from.

Sticking out from a crude hole in the wall was a thick, uncut cock, probably about 7 inches long. I gulped and licked my lips watching as it throbbed slightly, a drop of precum slowly forming on the piss slit.

Slowly, I reached out and grabbed it, stroking it and myself at the same time. This made the owner groan, slamming hard against the wall. I continued to stroke the guy until a voice with a thick accent called out, muffled by the wall.

“Suck me.”

This caught me off guard. I let go for a second, starting at the hard piece in front of me. Suddenly, I acted, slowly licking and then taking the cock into my mouth. I ran my lounge along the underside, sucking hard as I pulled off, making the guy groan even louder. After a few minutes of sucking, I felt him pull out. At first, I was upset, wanting to continue to suck him to completion. Until his face appeared at the hole.

“Let me suck you,” the face replied, in what sounded to me like a thick Spanish accent. I started his face for a moment. The guy had soft pink lips and a slight mustache. In the blue glow of the tv (now forgotten), I slowly stood up and began to feed him my cock.

Damn the guy could suck. His warm wet mouth wrapped around my cock, sucking like a vacuum cleaner. Every time he got to the tip, he would run his tongue into the opening, making me squirm in delight. I felt myself getting closer, and just before getting to the point of no return, he pulled off and stepped away from the glory-hole.

“Fuck,” I muttered, looking into the hole and seeing him pull up his pants and walk over to the door before opening it and leaving the booth. Resigned, I went to finish myself off and pull my pants back up and leave, when I heard a knock at the door.

“Double fuck,” I said, looking at the screen realizing that the money had run out in the video machine. Most likely the attendant, as I recalled my knowledge of how a video arcade worked.

Pulling out my wallet, feeding another few bills on the machine. Hearing another knock, I turned back, pulling my pants back up slightly and opening the door.

“Sorry, I just refilled the…” I started to say to the attendant, but instead was greeted with a hot, late 20ish Latino guy, “oh…. um… can I help you…”

He pushed his way in, closing the door quickly and immediately locked lips with me. We proceeded to make out, grabbing and stroking each other, my cock still on the edge of release. His breath smelled of smoke, immediately turning me on.

Finally, we parted, each gasping for air. I slowly recovered as he licked his lips and quickly asked me something I never expected to hear.

“Let me in your hole?” he asked, pulling out a small brown bottle, opening it up and taking a few hits from.

I instantly recognized the bottle from my night with Jackson. Poppers. My cock throbbed at the idea of the sensation. He held the bottle out to me as he started stroking his cock.  Grabbing the bottle, I took several hits and handed it back to him.

“Uh… sure,” I said, starting to feel the rush from the poppers reaching my brain before adding a quick, “As long as you let me do the same.”

A quick nod was his only reply was before he turned me around and bent me over.

I felt him reach behind himself and realized that he was grabbing lube from the dispenser on the back of the room. I quickly felt him rub some on my hole and then looked back to see him rubbing it on himself.

“Wait…” I said, looking back at his cock, “You got a condom?” 

He shook his head no, before replying.

“Most guys here don’t want them, so I never bring them. You got one?”

I already knew I didn’t have one.

I was torn. I wanted sex. Bad. But I had already learned the hard way about taking a bare cock. Hormones raging through my bloodstream, my brain fought to think logically, failing at the ebb of poppers in my mind.

Finally, my mind came up with an answer as I asked, “You clean?”

“Sure” he replied with a slight shrug, and with that, I bent over.

Slowly, I felt him press his cock against my hole as I took a deep breath in.


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      The thing is, we never fucked in those long nine years. Nope, not even a kiss or a blow job had come between us.
      Why you may ask? I don’t fucking know. Maybe because I was that kind of chump that wanted his heart before sinking my thick hairy dick into his bubblegum colored asshole that I’m sure was covered in thick red hair. Plus I believed he would come around and we would end up married...and boy was I a real fucking chump then!
      His name was Tyke, (yeah go figure) and as I said he was eighteen at the time and fresh on the street. In fact I was his first customer and his last as far as I know. So I hired him and we went into my hotel room where he was propositioning guys for cash, and instead of fucking him, I listened to his story and respected his virtue and did nothing sexual. We cuddled that night and I stupidly fell for it.
      I wasn’t too sure he was being honest about his status so we went to the Howard Brown Clinic there in Boystown to get his test results, to which we found out his wasn’t reactive to the instant HIV test, meaning he was negative. 
      I got him some PrEP and told him to start taking it immediately, for it would keep him safe from the virus if he should ever decided to be a fucking cum dump for me or anyone else or if somehow my meds couldn’t protect him. There’s always that slim chance.
      So that was that. Tyke came home with me to Palm Springs, California where he wanted for nothing. I gave him everything he desired. I got him a car, his own room with toys like video game systems, exercise equipment, memberships to the gym I attended, food, expensive clothes, spirits to lift his mood, cannabis for which he smoked immense amounts of, I mean anything he wanted, even cocaine. But no to the meth, he said to me once out of nowhere, so I kept my use of it secret. No sense alarming him over something I had control over. He never knew as far as I thought.
      Then he started working as a bartender, to which he only worked for a split minute before I encouraged him to live off an allowance I was willing to give him. He sure acted like he loved me then, but yet we still didn’t fuck. For some reason he had an excuse as to why he wouldn’t. The biggest and most important of these bullshit reasons was;
      “I wanna save myself for marriage,” he would respond.
      “Ok,” I said to him, “I can respect that.”
      And that was that. I just held him and we slept. Nothing to it.
      A few months later I noticed he was jerking off and so I thought he was starting to let loose and maybe I could infringe upon him my desires and hopefully get my dick wet. So I entered his room naked and wanting his youthful form to grind and take in my mature rock hard handsome form. Surprised at my deliberate sensual act he exclaimed,
      “I’m not ready for that, I’m sorry!”
      “No, no,” I said like a fucking dimwit, “I was wrong to assume.”
      He gave me a peck on the lips and smiled, 
      “Good night,” and turned over and fell asleep soundly.
      Frustrated at myself for thinking he was ready I went back into my room, closed the door, then I slammed myself with some tina and jerked off all night to porn. This was my sex life for several years. What an idiot I was.
      For months I would try and try to convince him that I loved him, which I did, and that I wanted to make him my husband and finally fuck him, but he would conveniently avoid the subject and talk about going to school for psychology and then maybe afterward he would consider it, to which I agreed and even funded his college along with all he ever wanted or needed. 
      Then a few months became one year, then one year became seven years, but still no dipping the wick for me even though I had offers left and right from some hot looking twinks. I wanted him, only him and he knew he had me and used that to his advantaged unbeknownst to my dumb ass. 
      So right before the time he wronged me, he was in his mid-twenties, and he looked amazing. He was working out, eating right, and going to school, making good marks even graduating with a degree and starting his own practice with my help of course. Needless to say I was proud of him, except he still refused me. I would remind him of his promise to consider it which he would aptly reply, 
      “I’m still in the process,”
      “Fine,” I would sigh.
      “If you wanna be with someone else, go for it. But if you wanna be with me you have to wait. That’s just how I roll. But don’t worry, you will be the first to know!”
      Needless to say that night I slammed some more tina and jerked off to porn. Those nights were becoming more and more frequent but I was careful not to over-indulge. But the frustration was building up and it wouldn’t be long before I would have to terminate this bullshit deal he was giving me.
      One night it would draw to a head, I was sick of his crap and he was starting to get on my nerves, expecting me to wait on him hand and foot. He also just assumed that I would buy him everything without any fucking gratitude.
      Finally on the night in question, I was fed up with his refusal to marry me or to at least kiss me with some tongue. Come to find out he had his agenda and it surfaced. 
      He had read my documents from the doctors office and didn’t tell me until I brought the subject of marriage up once again to which he had a definitive answer,
      “Sweetheart,” The fucking faggot said in his tone of arrogance, “I will never marry you.” “What?” I said on the verge of tears, “but why?!”
      “First off you haven’t been honest with me about your status. You’re positive?”
      “Yes, but I was never dishonest,” I answered to which he shook his femmy peacock head at me.
      “Um yeah you were,” he sneered, “you didn’t tell me that you were hiv positive, so…”
      “I never told you because it never came up,” I argued, “you never asked nor did it seem like you cared. Besides I’m undetectable do you know what that means?”
      “Yes,” he said, with his now muscular arms crossed, “but you could still infect me.”
      “Not if you’re taking your PrEP!” I said with irritation, “are you taking your PrEP?”
      “No! But so what? That has nothing to do with it,” he said, the cocky dicksuck, “Besides, the man I would love and marry wouldn’t need meds, nor would I need them to have sex with him.”
      I scoffed at that statement, “Oh my lord, this is fucking insane!”
      “How so?” He barked at me, “We wouldn’t be encumbered by such precautionary notions because we would be a natural couple, understand?”
      I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
      “No,” I barked at him, “I don’t understand, please enlighten me on how I am not natural?”
      He fucking sighed at me, “What I mean by natural is with no need of pills or condoms or risks between us like other normal couples.”
      “What the fuck do you know about normal! I am normal!”
      He continued, “You are not normal, silly sad little man. In fact, you are unnatural, and therefore you and I will never happen.”
      I was fucking livid, “I fucking supported you for these several years, giving you anything you wanted, paying your way, giving you opportunity you wouldn’t have had otherwise!”
      “I may have, so that’s incorrect to say.”
      “Not on the street as a fucking hustler! How could you have such a disgusting and vile notion of the man who loves you unconditionally?”
      “I never asked for all of this,” he said peering at his manicured nails, the fucking faggot, “you offered and I obliged. Who wouldn’t?”
      I was torn apart by what he was telling me and began to cry, 
      “And what now, my love? Are you to expect me to support you after saying such atrocious words to the man who fucking loves you!?”
      “Why no,” he said smiling, “the allowance you have allotted me over the years has allowed me to accumulate my own wealth and now with my business up and going, and a nice chunk of change, for which I do appreciate. Alas, however, I am sorry to say your service is no longer needed.”
      “My fucking services?!” I barked. 
      “I leave within the hour. I’ve had my stuff packed and shipped to my new place in LA. I prepared for this exodus from you weeks before graduation. I have set myself up pretty nice now thanks to your generous yet gullible nature.”
      I picked up a very expensive sculpture I had acquired in Spain, and threw it at him, to which he quickly dodged and then tackled me. He was much stronger now and had me pinned to the floor of our living room, correction, MY living room, it was never his.
      He laughed in my face and said, 
      “Foolish old man, you didn’t really believe I would marry an infected piece of shit like you? Look at me! I am gorgeous, smart, young and I’ve already fallen head over heels for a worthy fellow who is also young, gorgeous, smart and even has his own accumulated income.”
      “No…” I wailed and the tears covered my face.
      “That’s right, I have a boyfriend in the city waiting for me, waiting to fuck me again and again! Fuck he’s hot! Hotter than you!” 
      “Fuck you, faggot!” I struggled to get up but he still had me pinned.
      “He is so good in bed, let just tell you all about it!”
      “No,” I cried.
      “He’s fucked me so many times, why, I may be the first pregnant man without being transgendered.”
      “YOU ASSHOLE!” I screamed to which he punched me in the gut and I was down for the count.
      He whispered in my ear, “I got you, my sweet friend. You were waiting for nothing and you didn’t read the signs of my brilliant designs. Oh well, we live and learn don’t we?”
      We live and learn, I began to sob.
      He laughed as he stood up and brushed himself off, 
      “Oh boo-hoo, fucker! You had your designs on me so obviously I felt no guilt twisting the trick upon you. It’s what I call a flip slip and it’s deserving of you to have such done to ya since you were so eager to fuck me with your infected cock!”
      “Mark me, boy,” I said with tears of rage as I was getting up, “one year from now, it will be me who has the last chuckle of this whole charade. It will be you who weeps in the end and I who laughs at your demise.”
      Tyke laughed so hard he almost fell backwards and then said, “Right, old man, whatever makes you sleep at night.”
      Another man came from behind him, Asian, and well formed, but smooth. He had let himself in no doubt and Tyke was expecting him.
      “Is everything ready,” Tyke said without taking his eyes off of me, “It’s time for me to get the fuck out of this dungeon.”
      “Why yes,” the Asian said, “your lover awaits. Is all well here? Did you defeat this tyrant?”
      Tyrant? So the fucker lied about me to make me the villain. Fucking piece of shit.
      “He can no longer hurt me,” Tyke said, “he’s just a stupid lonely sad old man.”
      As soon as I got up, Tyke kicked me back to the ground and I lay there in pain as they both left laughing. When I was finally able to stand I wailed in agony for the wrong that had been done. But at the time there was nothing I could have done. I didn’t want meth because I didn’t want to be conscious any longer, so I busted into my wine cellar and drank and drank and drank…
      Later that night after drinking to the point of almost dying, I crawled into my bed, and fell asleep. No more I could do for that day, except rest.
      Two months passed and I was numb to the world. The only thing that mattered was getting that fuck head back. But how? I had no idea where he lived or how I could do justice to the insidious deed that he had done to me. I felt that I had lost to him and there was no way I would get retribution for his crimes against me.
      That is until I met a man named Chemical Mike.
      Chemical Mike was a chemist that cooked and sold the best meth in the land. He was a mystery, a legend, maybe even a myth, for no one had ever seen him before. I figured he was a conglomeration of dealers  and chemists using his name as a false handle to throw off the law.
      But then he contacted me through a note and a network of people he had working for him. The note, I found in my stash of meth I kept well hidden and locked away in a safe beneath my floorboards in my closet. So immediately I was shocked when I found said note with a couple of syringes filled with what I assumed was loaded shots of different colors. The note said;
      Your burden weighs heavy my friend, but if you come to me, you shall be released!
      I know of the sin committed against you and I want to help. Bring these shots to the bus station downtown and there you will meet a man who goes by the name Hobo Joe. He is the boatman to my River Styx, if you catch my drift?
      I didn’t but I continued reading the message to myself,
      He will lead you to a car that will lead you to me after you give him these loaded shots. Do it now and be quick, for Hobo Joe leaves the bus station for the shelter at 10pm and then he’s in for the night. The sooner you get to Hobo Joe the sooner you will get to me and you shall have your revenge. 
      Destroy this note by stuffing it into the capsule that is with the shots and swallow it. Do it now. Do it quick. For you never know who may be watching.
      - Chem M
      I wasted no time, I followed his instructions and balled up the thin paper into the capsule and swallowed it, then locked up my safe, which made a hissing sound but I had no time to check it, and then I left. I didn’t go back to my house again until about a year and a half later to sell it.
      As I drove to the bus depot, some cop cars went the opposite direction, speeding and flashing their lights. It was strange because my gut was reassuring me that I had left in time. Hopefully they hadn’t spotted this Chem M who said he would help me. But I thought nothing more of it.
      I was at the bus station close to ten at night when I saw Hobo Joe outside by the trash, dressed in what looked like a cloak and robes all tattered and filthy. I could not see his face which made him look ethereal and sinister. I went to him and introduced myself. He was expecting me.
      “Payment for transit to the one who seeks you,” he said to me in a raspy voice that sounded like he had swallowed glass.
      I gave him the loaded shots within the brown paper bag to conceal them and after inspection he signaled me to follow him three blocks away where a black sedan was waiting. I turned to thank him but he had vanished already. Strange but again I didn’t think anything of it. Probably best, I thought. 
      I got into the car from the back passenger seat,  when suddenly the driver, a muscular handsome black man, pulled out a gun and said, “Hold up now, muthafucka, are you packin?”
      “N-no,” I squealed, “Chemical Mike told me to follow Hobo Joe to this car!”
      “I know that, you son of a bitch! But are you armed?”
      “No!” I groaned, “I don’t like guns!”
      The man laughed and put his piece away, “Cool.”
      “I’m—“ I began to introduce myself but he stopped me.
      “I don’t give a fuck who you are, man. I’m just your driver, that’s it.”
      “Ok,” I said quickly and located my seatbelt straps.
      “Hold on now, sucka, cuz we got one bitch of a night to drive through.”
      As I buckled my seatbelt he floored the gas and sped out, through the side streets onto the main highway then out of town, and for two hours he drove and I sat silent. 
      We stopped in the middle of the desert and then drove off road after passing a billboard that said, “SAFETY BELTS SAVE LIVES.”
      He drove me into wild country for about another hour thirty minutes and the ride was bumpy. He was flying over the sand in this pumped up sedan I thought would stall.  It we made it to what looked like a camp with tents everywhere.
      Then he stopped in front of a huge RV that looked really expensive located past what looked like a camp with tents and shanty structures. This vehicle was towards the back of the camp close to a rocky steppe that was near the mountains.
      The RV was a shiny black with extended windows and what looked like running water and electricity, it also had satellite dishes on top. It was located next to a nice big bonfire not far from the settlement we walked through. We got out of the car and I followed the driver to the bonfire nearby.
      People were fucking around the fire, men and women, hopefully of age, naked and writhing against each other. The orgy distracted me a little because the man grabbed me and said,
      “Pay attention, muthafucka!” and he brought me into the RV.
      It was so beautiful on the inside, bigger than what I expected, much larger than a bus, decked out with anything and everything the modern world had to offer. We walked into the living area where a gay porn was playing on a huge flatscreen and it was being controlled from someone sitting a huge sofa chair, facing away from where we came in so therefore it concealed whoever was sitting in it. 
      I assumed it was Chemical Mike. 
      “I am just outside that door, sucka,” the driver said while cocking his gun, “all it would take is one wrong move and your ass is iced, got it?”
      I nodded and he left me alone with the chair facing the monitor, which the monitor was around seventy inches at least. The porn flipped off and then there was a recording of me and Tyke that night! I watched as Tyke left with the Asian laughing.
      He had been spying on me! Then there were mini screens of Tyke meeting with a handsome Latin man during school, and Tyke getting fucked by him unbeknownst to them. This guy had been tracking Tyke’s pursuits. But why?
      “You truly have been had, my friend,” a voice from the chair said as it slowly turned revealing a man in his late thirties. 
      He was handsome with black hair, green eyes and olive skin, slender, with a beard unkempt and kind of scraggly but he looked well manicured otherwise. His clothes were simple, an Addidas tee-shirt with plaid shorts and orange rubber sandals, the rest of his outfit was in tones of red and brown.
      “You have me at a disadvantage it seems,” I said to him standing there. 
      “So it seems,” he said with a smile.
      Man was he fucking sexy! The more I gazed upon him, the more I liked what I was looking at. He was definitely an otter.
      “Your ex-boyfriend, our enemy, Tyke?” He started with his hands together on his lap, “has been a thorn in our side, no?”
      “I'm sorry and please forgive my indiscretion,” I asked somewhat confused, “but what has he done to you?” 
      I was hoping it wouldn’t piss him off enough to call in that armed guard he had at the door.
      “Well shit,” he said as he stood up, “I’m jumping ahead here. I suppose, first, I should introduce myself. I’m Mike.”
      “Hello Mike,” I said and offered my hand to him, to which he refrained from taking so I lowered it quickly, “Chemical Mike I presume?”
      “You presume correctly,” he said as he pulled a remote from his pocket and clicked the button on it switching the screen to Tyke working with the DEA, 
      “So, this little fuck, forgive my language, has been helping the police take down my men. He has helped the pigs sack twelve of my most successful plugs in the Palm Springs area already. I’m losing business because of this fuckhead and I want payback!”
      “Gotcha,” I said now understanding where this was headed.
      Mike walked a bit closer to me and asked, 
      “Just who does this faggot think he is? What, he thinks his shit don’t stink, and thinks that he can just waltz upon my domain and piss upon my face?”
      “I’m sorry about that,” I said to him, “I had no idea.”
      “You do know you get your stuff from me right? Mostly everyone does in the LA area. I’ve got this place on lockdown because my shit is the shit! The best!”
      “Again I had no idea.”
      “I can tell,” he said and clicked the remote again to reveal the DEA at my house! 
      “What the fuck—“ I exclaimed.
      “You’re ex here has thrown you under the NARC bus it seems…”
      “He’s found out your little secret, my product that you dabble in, and now plans to bury you and me with it.”
      I was shocked beyond comprehension. That slimy red haired fuck! They were at my house searching for drugs but as it seemed they found nothing yet.
      “Don’t worry,” Mike said, “when they find your safe full of my product, it will already be destroyed. Didn’t you hear that hissing noise?”
      I was now recalling it, “Yes but I didn’t think anything of it.”
      He smiled and started walking around the room revealing his chemistry devices he had hidden.
      “As you now realize, I am a chemist. Actually I’m the superlative of chemist. I’m the best there ever was.”
      “Wow,” I was dumbfounded.
      “I have placed a small acid bomb of my own design in your safe, which activated after you shut and locked it.”
      “How did you—“
      “I am incredibly smart, and very stealthy.”
      “Amazing,” I said. 
      I was seriously impressed and also frightened. If he could move that fast and unnoticed, what could he do to me that I hadn’t even fathomed?
      He continued, “Worry not, my friend. i won’t hurt you. And don’t worry about the safe or the product, I can reimburse you.”
      “What will this bomb do to the safe?”
      Chemical Mike smiled, “It will destroy everything within the safe and break it down the drugs to a molecular level so that the product can not be traced.”
      “And the safe?”
      “Compromised, toast, including the lock so not only will they have a wonderful time trying to get it open, but when they finally do open it, they will find a very dangerous chemical, which is my trademark for those who pry too much in my affairs. That is of course if they have a warrant to open the safe and if they find it of course.”
      “What does the chemical do?”
      Chemical Mike laughed as he concealed his chemistry sets and then said,
      “Many of these DEA fucks have lost fingers and face parts fucking with me and my clientele! If they do find this safe of yours and try to open it? Tender parts will be compromised.”
      “Will I get in trouble?”
      “Nah,” he said, waving his hand at me, “because you aren’t holding anything illegal anymore, and you have a right to set legal booby traps. My friend Nico, who does security, recommends such devices.”
      “Forgive me but I still don’t understand,” I replied, “What do I have to do with you? Why me? Why did you spy on me?”
      “Believe it or not,” Mike said walking up to me, “you are one of my favorite clients. You don’t rat my dealers out, in fact you have good rapport with them, you keep your nose clean, you’re discreet about your use, not even your backstabbing beau knew of your vice until a few months ago, to which he incorporated into his plans to leave you hapless, just so you wouldn’t have any funny ideas of payback, I imagine.”
      “That fucking prick!” I exclaimed, but Mike held his hand up.
      “However,” Mike reassured me, “he couldn’t prove that you were doing anything until he helped bust your dealers, which are MY top employees and also close friends. So you see this situation has made us strange bedfellows.”
      “What are you saying?” I was trying to get to the point here to which he said gruffly,
      “My fucking men are in county jail because of this lying manipulative red headed cunt! I want his blood! And you my dear are going to help me get it.”
      I was speechless, he kept going as he walked around me,
      “I had to wait though before I could make my move due to the delicacy of the situation. I didn’t want to get you in trouble but also I had to wait for him to strike so that I could get one of my stealthy employs to sneak the trap and the message into your abode. Plus I want to help you. I’ve been watching you for awhile, for reasons that are my own.”
      And there it was. I didn’t even need to think about it. I would help him destroy this fucking twat.
      “What do you want me to do?” I asked.
      “So you will help me bring this fucker down?” Mike asked surprisingly.
      “Why not?” I asked, “I said I would have my revenge in a year.”
      “Yes,” he said as he continued to make his revolution around me, “curious as to how you would know that or figure that in.”
      “I dunno,” I said as I peered down to my feet, “just something within me made me say it. Maybe it was my anger and pain.”
      He stopped in front of me smiling and said,
      “Or maybe I subliminally integrated that within you with some simple psychology, like playing a subliminal message in your room when you argued with him that day.”
      “Wait,” I said as I looked at him, “what?”
      He smiled and started to walk around me again, “I knew he was using you for awhile now and I couldn’t figure out why he would. You’re smart and handsome and quite a catch.”
      “A catch that caught the booty cooties, I’m infected with HIV,” I responded, “which is why he refused me and also reminds me that I must take my pill now.”
      “I would let you fuck me,” he said as he was coming around to the front of me, “but I too am hiv positive so...anyway, you’re undetectable now?”
      “Yes,” I said reaching for my meds that were in my pocket. 
      When I found them I opened the lid and was about to take a pill out and swallow it when he stopped me.
      “Listen to me for a moment,” Mike said, “what if you infected him with the virus and then helped me frame him for everything? Set his red ass up and have him put away for a long time, simultaneously freeing my employees and getting the DEA off my dick to boot? I’ll pay you, no, reward you for a job well done?”
      Immediately I was interested, “How?”
      “Simple,” he said and grabbed my meds and threw them into the garbage dispenser that was nearby which was industrial model because it ate the bottle within seconds.
      I gasped but he stopped me, “Hey now, don’t worry. After a year, and the deed is done you can start taking them again.”
      “I’ll develop a mutation that will make me resistant to my meds.”
      “Nuh uh,” he said and stuck a shot into my arm and injected the contents within immediately which made me scream,
      “Shhhhhhhh,” he said trying to calm me, “behave yourself or my man outside will blow your dome clear the fuck off your neck, boo.”
      The guy came in gun in hand and assessed the situation, “Everything cool?You want me to ice this bitch?”
      “No Franklin,” Mike said rubbing my arm, “tell ya what, take the rest of the night off. You did good, man. I got this fool.”
      Franklin looked at me then at Mike, “if you need me…”
      “Right,” Mike said smiling, “I call ya.”
      “Watch yourself, sucka!” Franklin said and then left us alone.
      “You see,” Mike said still rubbing the injection site, “gotta be cool around me, man.”
      “What the fuck did you inject me with?” I managed to whimper.
      Then Mike said,
      “My chemical masterpiece, this is my special recipe that will stop your body from developing a resistance to the drugs you’re taking for it without suppressing the virus. This one shot I gave you will last a year from this day. After a year you will need to take your meds again, that is unless I give you another shot.”
      “I’ve never heard of such a drug that is able to do that!” I exclaimed rubbing my arm.
      “No one has,” Mike said throwing the needle into the grinding dispenser, “I discovered a way to suppress the body developing a resistance while keeping it viral. I am the greatest chemist to have ever lived, ya know.”
      I was pleasantly shocked. He smiled, patted my shoulder and then walked back to his seat and clicked the monitor back to porn.
      “So,” he said as he sat down, “Mr. Giving Man, let’s be friends, what do you say?”
      I couldn’t help but smile. 
      So after we discussed the plan that I agreed to, Mike lead me outside and past the orgy and then set me up in a tent outside.
      I was to stay with the rest of his crew who were still in the midst of the orgy by the fire. He said I could join them or not but either or we started early in the morning so best get some rest.
      So I refrained from pleasure. I wanted to save my load for the bastard that ruined my life, and Mike was going to help me with that. 
      Months passed, and during this time I remained in the desert with Mike, and he worked me out hard. 
      First, he taught me chemistry. He taught me how to make meth, then he taught me the business; the best way to distribute product, then how to use it in moderation and how to administer others without missing the vein, what to do if I missed, medical procedures and prognosis and such. He taught me everything because he said,
      “It will make you far more creative when you finally faced the cocksucking bastard. Plus I like ya and want to show you the basics of my work. Just don’t start cooking it without my consent and start your own business or I will find you, are we cool on that?”
      “Yessir,” I said. 
      He gave me the look of lust, licking his lips after saying that.
      “Don’t make me punish you,” he said as we got back to my training. We flirted a lot. But he was very strict otherwise and was adamant about this plot so the flirting ended as soon as it started at times. Eventually, I learned all of the rules of the meth game. But that wasn’t all.
      Mike taught me how to use a gun, how to tie someone up, and kidnap them without leaving any traces. He taught me how to sneak quietly and silently like a spider about to pounce on its prey. 
      Then he made me lift weights and had one of his men teach me hand to hand combat. I learned everything from how to subdue someone quickly and quietly to using chemicals to stun my targets. Mike taught me about chloroform and it’s uses. 
      Basically Chemical Mike made me into his weapon, his administer, and eventually, even his lover.
      I remember the night he practically seduced me, although he blames me for the seduction. It’s neither here nor there...
      It was a week before D-day, so I had to prepare. I was doing push ups outside about ten yards from the RV and I was hot and sweaty from the workout in the desert and he came to me with some water. 
      I stopped and drank. I was hot and I felt my muscles flexing now without effort, flexing more so than they ever had, and he quietly watched me as I poured the water down my steamy hot body, and I swear, it was just to cool down. I wiped the water from my face and chest with my shirt I had on earlier and…
      “Come,” Mike said without giving me the notion of being turned on, “we have much to discuss about the week at hand.”
      I followed him into the RV and he lead me passed his living area and passed the lab where he cooked meth into the room I had never been in. 
      It was his lavish Persian like bedroom, lavish because it was adorned with fine fabrics and cushions with mirrors surrounding the room and lights of purple, red, pink, and blue making the area seductive to the sights. Marble statues of naked men were placed in areas around the bedroom. It was quite the hedonist den.
      Electronic music played in the background and a large flatscreen upon the wall played Treasure Island Media, and I recognized the scene called Primal which was one of the best scenes shot in porn ever. I was about as big as the top and he was about the size of the bottom, I noticed.
      He sat down at the table and pulled out some shots and said,
      “I am well pleased with your progress. So let’s take a few days off and just have some fun.”
      “Really?” I said to him as I sat across from him, “shouldn’t we focus on the task at hand?”
      He shot me a look of disdain and then nodded his head to the screen, 
      “You see that porn that is playing right now? I have always wanted to be fucked that way, and to my disappointments never had the chance. Now look at you. You’re about Luca Bondi’s size because of my training. So, you owe me for that killer body you now possess, do you not?”
      I smiled, “I suppose so.”
      Mike undressed to his jockstrap and his body was beautiful, no, absolutely gorgeous! He was slender but firm, wasn’t as hairy as I am, but he had tufts of it on his chest, in his groin area, and on the small of his back and of course moderately covering his ass and crack. 
      His black hair was radiant and green eyes beamed. Chemical Mike was a fine stock of male. Yeah I wanted him. To tell the truth I wanted him when I first laid eyes on him. 
      “Do you want to administer me,” he asked as he wrapped the tourniquet around his arm and then placed it downward upon his knee.
      “Are you sure,” I asked.
      “No, but,” he said, “I trust you. I want you to know that.”
      “I trust you too,” I said as I grabbed the loaded shot and went for his arm.
      I found the fat vein I needed and followed protocol, using an alcoholic swab over the injection site. Before I pierced him with the needle, I leaned in and kissed the vein and looked up at him. He was smiling.
      “Oh you’re such a Romeo aren’t ya?” He chuckled.
      Quietly, I smiled and got down to business. I positioned the bevel up with the point flush against his skin.
      “Ready,” I said in a deep masculine voice looking up at him.
      “Born ready,” he smiled, “show me what you have learned out here in the desert.”
      Without hesitation I pierced him quickly and pulled back the plunger and immediately a red silky stream flashed into the barrel, and as quickly as I pulled back, I pushed the plunger in silently as he pulled the tourniquet off. I pulled the needle out quickly and he bellowed out a huge cough. And then his rush turned him red like a rose.
      “Holy fucking Moley!” He exclaimed as he tore his jockstrap off and fell on the bed rubbing his cock which was erect and then rubbed his beautiful hairy hole which was now exposed, “I have never let anyone do that to me before!”
      “Really?” I chuckled as I ripped off my shirt and pants, “I don’t believe you.”
      “No shit!” He said, as I looked into his eyes, which were now black and shaped as saucers, “you’re the first.”
      “I’m honored,” I smiled.
      I wrapped the tourniquet around my left bicep and pumped my hand. I walked over next to him and I laid down naked on the bed next to him as I slowly injected myself. I snapped the tourniquet off before pulling out the needle so not to cause bruising and then it hit me like a fucking semi truck. I coughed so much and moaned because it was so intense and laid closer next to him and controlled my breathing. He giggled and stared at me as I got it together.
      I looked at him and he kissed me long and deep in the mouth and I gave it right back. He tasted like tina and sweat. Thank god the room was cool with air conditioning or we would have suffered heat stroke. We were both hot and sweaty as our bodies came together, wet and slippery, grinding our erections together, feeling my cock get plumper as we did.
      Suddenly he went down upon me licking my pits which were ripe from working out in the desert, then to my hard nipples which were wired to my cock, making it harder still. Then he was on my dick with his wet mouth that seemed to take the whole length down until he gagged just a bit but this wasn’t his first rodeo. He sucked dick like a fucking champion.
      “Oh fuck,” I moaned as he caramelized my cock with his saliva and started making slurping sounds taking my girth and length all the way in and out, drenching it after a few moments.
      He then stopped and got on his back and signaled me with his hands to come to him, which I did, dripping sweat along the way, reaching my face to his face as he wrapped his arms around me and I felt my cock slide like a hot dog into a bun across his perky asshole, the wrinkles of it stimulating my thick engorged shaft. We kissed long and deep as we grinded and he moaned into my mouth as my tongue thrust into his throat, and then I started sucking his mouth open, making him moan even harder into it.
      Finally it was time to fuck as I lifted my body up to view the hole I was going to fill with cock. I spit and it fell directly upon the orifice which seemed to drink it instantly, then I inserted the head of my dick into him as I watched his face open wide with a groan of instantaneous pleasure.
      “Oh goddamn,” he moaned as I forced my entire member into his hungry asshole, “fuck yes! Give me that awesome cock, you fucker!”
      So I did. I began to pound him hard as he moaned loudly and I could hear myself groaning too.
      “Oh fuck yeah,” I moaned dripping sweat upon him as he was already drenched with his own. 
      The sheets were soaked as I thrust into him again and again just like the top was doing to the bottom in the porn he had playing on a loop, it seemed, because it played the whole time I fucking pounded him. In and out I rammed his asshole which was like a warped rubber band about to snap around a tree log which was now in jackhammering rhythm.
      I fucked the hell out of him as he moaned and wailed in ecstasy, “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! OH FUCK!”
      It seemed like hours passed. I fucked him that way until I fell upon him and kissed him long and deep. Then I flipped him around and got him on his stomach and drove my fucking long stump into his stretched sopping asshole which seemed to drool every time I’d pull out, with his moans being muffled by the pillows his head was buried into. 
      My calves wrapped around his calves as I entered him and left him with thrusts. I was kissing the back of his neck as my cock went in then out and back in getting deeper each time. I was fucking the noise out of him as I pumped and pumped and pumped…
      “AHHHH FUCK!” He yelled in pleasure as I growled.
      I grabbed his face and turned it towards mine and we mouthed each other, slobber running down our necks as we did. Both of us getting more and more drenched as I pumped his now opened asshole which was more like a turkey scooped out of stuffing. It was cavernous and gaping! Fuck it was hot!
      I did exactly what the top did in that scene, thrusting harder and harder, sopping wet with sweat and spit, kissing him and holding him from behind until we switched positions.
      I flipped him around again and fucked him missionary while kissing him and growling into his mouth. Hours passed and finally I was ready to seed.
      “You want it?” I growled while smiling at him looking him in the eyes.
      “Fuck yes I want it!” He smiled, “fucking give it to me, fucker!”
      I pumped and pumped and pumped and pumped and I could feel my nuts vibrate as the fluid raced through my tubes and the deep thick itch that comes with fucking became more intense. It was coming and it was a lot of semen.
      “OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FOOOOOOOOOOOCK!” I roared as I felt the first spill out of my dickhole. 
      I filled his clenching wet throbbing asshole with my thick load, while roaring. My balls clenched along with my asshole as I shot into his quivering hole that gulped my milk voraciously and I felt his cock shoot thick slimy loads between our stomachs and chests as he yelled in a slightly goofy voice,
      His spooge oozed in chunks out his pink dickhole as I felt his asshole clenching and throbbing, as it drank and drank and drank my load after load after load…
      After the ejaculation I lifted my torso up to view the masterpiece of sweet semen that was upon us and then I looked at him, all drenched from the sex we had just accomplishedand I felt my fluids from my face and chest falling in big drops upon him. I found chunks of his white seed slowly sliding from his stomach to his side, so I quickly lapped them up and collected all the globs and thick fluid tributaries and collected them with my hot wet tongue, swished it within my mouth and then leaned down and opened my mouth as he parted his jaw and took within his mouth the concoction of our sweat and cum, which with a smirk he gulped. I kissed him deep as his tongue danced with mine and the specimen we made together.
      I then rolled off of him all hot and sweaty and he laid next to me with his arm stretched across my soaked hair that carpeted my chest and we kissed some more before finally passing out.
      I awoke to a room that smelled of men hard at play. I enjoyed the aroma before I got up, leaving him sleep there and I went into the bathroom took a shower. He joined me a few minutes later and we kissed. I still tasted our sex in his mouth and I fucking loved it.
      “Leaving me so soon, player?” He jested, before I kissed him long and deep again.
      I unlatched from his mouth and looked him in the eyes and quietly said, 
      We kissed again which lead to more fucking in the shower. He was so good at this and he made me feel good at doing it to him. This is all I wanted from that faggot who hurt me bad. But you know, it was worth it in the end. I knew this even before my vengeance was executed.
      We played hard like that for a week but then it was time for business and we finally composed ourselves and focused on the task at hand.
      The day had come and it was time to poz Tyke. It would be a year on midnight so it had to be sooner today than later. We had got his itinerary from one of Mike’s goons who pretended to be a patient of Tyke’s. Tonight was a special night, we gathered. His wedding anniversary. The fucker had gotten married. Oh well it didn’t matter because after tonight he would probably be divorced.
      We waited outside of his office, before he suddenly got into his sports car and started driving. I followed him in the black sedan Franklin drove that night a year ago so I thought it was a fitting moment. Mike had his car bugged so we could listen in on his phone conversation with his hubby who was coming up from Mexico. 
      “Why don’t I just meet you down there?” Tyke asked on the phone.
      “Too much violence, baby,” his hubby said, “but I got a surprise for ya! Some killer dope!”
      “Fucker,” Mike exclaimed as I followed in the sedan a few cars back, “So he’s a user now! Nice! We will play that card to our advantage.”
      We listened to more,
      “But babe I want that fine brown cock in my sweet pink hole! Then I want you to slam me!”
      “Please hurry back,” the fucking faggot said.
      “Baby, I may be a few hours I gotta get past customs. Pray for me,” his Latin lover said.
      “Don’t you worry, my love,” Tyke said, “You’re driving my car, they will check the plates and see you are legitimate. So bring that huge Mexican cock to me and let’s get high!”
      “Bingo,” Mike said, “I just recorded his message. Now I’m just gonna call border patrol and send it to them with the plate number, and Mr. Jesus La Screwed is busted. I can say that because I’m part Mexican so it’s not racist.”
      “Fuck yes!” I said and kissed him, still driving without taking my eyes off of his vehicle, “Now what?”
      “My men are finishing up at his place right now, installing the safe full of dope and with a journal documenting how he set you up along with my employees. Also there’s false intel of you ex confessing that he is this Chemical Mike, and that he was using that moniker to dodge the FEDS, as well as a map to my...his RV in the desert, with the lab and everything.”
      “He doesn’t know chemistry,” I said but Mike giggled.
      “Trust me, boo,” he smiled, “you worry about infecting him and how you are going to do it. Be creative.”
      Oh I had a great idea, and Mike would love it.
      I parked a block away from where Tyke lived, which was a beautiful mansion in a gated community in Beverly Hills. He thought these walls would protect him and probably a year ago they could. But now I was a master ninja of scaling walls and I did scale them so quickly it wasn’t even a minute and I was over and in the neighborhood of stuck up posh jerks who thought their shit don’t stink.
      With the bug in his car I was able to find out where he lived on my burner phone. I made it to his house in no time, climbing up to the roof with the ropes and pulleys Mikes entourage who had installed the safe. I quietly entered his bedroom and got into the walk-in closet and closed the door. 
      I had the chloroform prepared and all that needed to happen was for him to enter the room. Like clockwork he was there undressing and preparing for his shower that he would never take, humming some Lady Gaga bullshit. He slipped off his expensive undies and headed into the bathroom, and I moved faster than I thought I could and was behind him in less than two seconds without him even guessing I was there.
      As soon as he entered the bathroom, I had him, stuffing the rag into his mouth before he knew what had happened. There wasn’t even a minute struggle. He was out like a light. Quickly I locked the bedroom door after placing him naked on the bed and then I tied him up with the rope Mike gave me. I tied him tightly to the posts and gagged him so well, he was jetting air from his nose. Then when I was all set for the show, I used the smelling salts to rouse him.
      When Tyke finally came to, he saw me already preparing the slam I was going to inject him with, and he began to scream and struggle but he was gagged and tied up so well it sounded like he was getting fucked into a pillow. No one could hear him. I chuckled as he squirmed. He had no idea what he was in for. My phone buzzed, it was a text message.
      I had just received a text from Mike telling me that his hubby was busted for dope at the border after he had sent the border patrol the conversation he had recorded earlier between Tyke, and his husband confessing to bringing dope across the border. As it turned out his hubby was also a chemist and he had recipes for some good ammonia dope, and had labs in Mexico. Mike figured out that was the reason Tyke has been helping the DEA, for his husband’s dope business to prosper by knocking down the top competitor. 
      What a sneaky fuck, but also, what a stroke of fucking luck. I texted him back.
      “You ready? The show is about to begin.”
      “FUCK YES.” He texted back and so I switched to the video app pressed record and placed it on the night table directly in front of Tyke who was tied up and gagged, spread eagle upon the bed. 
      I knew I had a couple of hours before the DEA would be coming for Tyke, so I took my time and savored the moment. His legs were as I said, spread eagle and he was naked and squirming and gasping within the gag, his eyes wide open in fear. And so I began,
      “No one can hear you. No one can save you either. You’re hubby was busted for dope at the border after a friend of mine sent your cute phone conversation that you had earlier with him to border patrol. The DEA will be here to arrest you, along with him, in oh I would guess in about two to three hours after they get the evidence they need for a search warrant. Too bad for you my friends and I have planted within your closet a safe, containing several pounds of killer dope and a record of you claiming to be this Chemical Mike fellow you so eagerly tried to bring down with me. So it looks like you and your man are fucked! Well you live and learn…don’t we?”
      I stressed that last part by getting in his face about it, to which he flinched, the little bitch. I could tell he recognized the words echoing back at him because now he was really struggling but I had him tied so tight he could barely move. I continued with my speech,
      “Do you recall the last fucking thing I said to your ass? Hmm?”
      He began to cry but I continued, “Well allow me to remind you; I said, and I quote; mark me boy, you will suffer what I have suffered in one year. Tonight at midnight will from the day I planned this whole moment for what you did to me, you fucking cunt! Oh you fucked me royal and tried to ruin my life.”
      I spit into his face, and he shot a look of anger at me, which made me smile. So I waved the loaded syringe up to his face,
      “This will be your doom, my love, payback. My last gift to you.”
      I injected it into my vein and pulled a good amount of blood out of my arm and removed the needle. As I flicked the barrel mixing my blood with the dope within, I said calmly,
      “I must confess… um...well I...stopped taking my meds so...I am extremely viral now. My viral load is at four million, but happy to say my CD4 isn’t affected. However this dose I’m about to shoot into your dick, well it’s ah ... absolutely certain to infect you, especially intravenously, and with a good amount of dope so the cops … um can find some corroboration with the set up…so if you’ll just be still...”
      That is when he tried his damndest to escape but I had him so secure I could slam him with ease into his dick if I wanted, and I wanted to.
      He cried as I hovered the syringe over his cock and he was starting to wiggle too much so finally I grabbed him by the balls and my strength overcame him now with ease, unlike last time. He kept squirming from the pain of my hand crushing his nuts, so finally I barked,
      “You fucking move and I’ll break this goddamn needle into your dick and leave your ass here, all tied up mind you, to bleed to death, you fucking pathetic piece of shit. I fucking guarantee you will be in immense pain, in the dark, alone! Got it? Is that what you want you fucking faggot prick?”
      He began to sob, which was music to my ears so I yelled some more, “Do not fucking move, you piece of donkey shit!”
      He stopped and froze with his wet eyes wide open about to burst a vein so I kept going with my dialogue,
      “Now, I have discovered that,” I said as I inserted the needle into the main vein of his cock and pulled back the plunger observing his blood mix with mine and the drug within the syringe, “you have acquired a taste for this lovely dope,” 
      He looked down and begged for me through the gag not to inject but it was too late, I pushed it quickly into him and the rush hit him so fast he puked. I could tell because some of it ran down the sides of his sealed mouth to which he almost choked but swallowed it up like the good fucking bitch he was.
      “Ah, what a good little fucking dope slut you are,” 
      I chuckled as the tears ran down his face. 
      His eyes staring upward, shaped like saucers gazing into the abyss. That’s when I went into the bathroom and came back out with a toothbrush I found, a nice Sonicare mechanical toothbrush that I had bought him for his last birthday, which I turned on.
      “Hey this is the same on I bought for you! You did like my gifts!” I exclaimed with joy, “Do you mind if I borrow this? Don’t worry you can have it back, I’m not even gonna use it on myself, I promise.”
      He stared at me high as fuck but with hatred in his eyes, with the look as I could tell that said, “you won’t get away with this,”
      I didn’t like that look much. It made him look ugly. So I said very carefully so that he could understand me clearly,
      “Wipe that fucking disgusting look off your mug, boy, or I’ll knock it the fuck off with my paws, understand?”
      Sigh, he didn’t understand, so...well, I clocked him hard breaking his nose. He squealed but no sound came out as more tears and blood started to form. But that faggot still shot me that goddamn look. So then I had to warn him again,
      “Do you want another knuckle sandwich, you stupid fucking faggot?”
      He shook his head and stared up at the ceiling as the blood and tears ran down his face.
      “That’s what I thought, you fucking pussy,” I chuckled as I turned on the toothbrush, “Now, since you like to talk shit I am gonna assume that you talk out of your ass, boy. So let me be a friend and brush the shit stank mouth you like to flap, like when you kicked me to the ground that one time…”
      So then I went to his hole with the toothbrush and stuck it in deep and turned the dial on it to max speed. He was screaming of course but with it muffled, I continued to speak over him, 
      “Say, where’s your little Asian friend? Did you dog him too in the end? Well doesn’t matter, he didn’t do anything to me, did he? I’m sure he was a victim of circumstance ignorant of your designs. That’s what you call it right? When you plan to fuck someone over? Designs!?”
      I grinder the toothbrush on both sides of the cavity as he squirmed in pain. I kept on talking like nothing was going on,
      “Well, my friends and I will find him anyway I’m sure ...anyway…. I just want you to know the real reason I am brushing the inside of your asshole now is so that when I fuck you, my virus will definitely get into your wrecked asshole, into your fresh wounds made by said toothbrush, and into blood stream, you know, in case the syringe didn’t work…”
      I shoved the vibrating toothbrush around his asshole violently. I stirred it around and around. He squirmed and moaned and cried harder as I vigorously brushed the inside of his delicate rectum tearing up the fine flesh within, making him bleed profusely. 
      After a few moments, I ripped it out of him, which sprayed a little blood, and walked back into the bathroom and threw the bloody thing into his expensive toilet and flushed it along with the syringe. The toilet was a monster! Took it all down.
      I walked back into the room, and marveled at my work; he looked like he’d been fucked with a razor blade, all sweaty and strung out, quivering in fear. Fuck I loved every minute of this.
      “Ok boy,” I said then I pulled down my pants, “time for you to pay a large debt that you have owed me for a fuck ton of time. Just hold on a sec I wanna get high too…”
      I looked down and saw that my dick was limp but I fixed that with a caverject shot I had administered which got me so hard I could chizzle fuck a sculpture out of a lead block. 
      Then I shot some meth up my vein in my cock which made my dick bleed a bit. I slightly scratched the surface of my hard cock with the bevel after I pulled it out just to make sure I had some blood flowing. Yeah, then I was ready to fuck this cunt good and proper.
      “Alrighty,” I said with a smile, “here we go!”
      I came over to him and lifted his hips up to my cock, which he tried to squirm one last time but I was too strong now. 
      “Sucks being subdued doesn’t it you red headed prick!” I exclaimed before I thrust my bloody gargantuan cock to the hilt inside of his blood soaked hole. 
      Now that hurt him so good, he began to sob and quake with pain. Oh it felt so fucking wet, and he was even trying to twist and clinch which only made it worse for him. Dumbfuck.
      “Now bitch,” I said as I pumped him hard, tearing up his bloody guts as I listened to his sweet wails from his gagged that muffled into silent screams, “WHO...is you’re fucking daddy!”
      I pumped him harder and harder and finally he gave in. He actually started to moan in pleasure. I was pleased,
      “That’s right, you fucking little cunt,” I said as I was about to cum, “you LET me do this to you.”
      And sure enough the struggle became a grind as he welcomed my cock. Fucking finally! About fucking time after all of these years of leading me on, making me wait, deceiving me into thinking he would give it to me, and now he was giving it to me. 
      “Whose the gross infected disgusting one now, you fucking little mouthy CUNT!”
      I pumped him so hard but he took it like a man. I was impressed. He was even looking me in the eyes as I stared back at him, pumping him with one infecting load after another. It was almost romantic.
      “You see baby,” I said to him as I pumped, “once you accept your fate, and give in, it feels so nice doesn’t it? Doesn’t my thick hard bloody dick pumping your sipping wet asshole feel sooooooo fucking nice?”
      I pumped him harder and harder and harder, and I was going to spray. Then I did, all up inside his bloody rectum, probably even shit all the way up the canal to his stomach. He threw up again to which he could do nothing about it but swallow it back.
      I kept fucking him until I came again, and again….and again. Until I started to get bored which was perfect timing because the cops would be there soon, but just to make sure, I pumped him one last time.
      “This is all you had to do,” I said as I came for the fifth time, “was...let...me..AHHHHHHH!”
      My viral milk coated his bloody rectum and he came with me, moaning and I could see in his eyes that he fucking loved it.
      I roared as I pumped the last of my toxic load onto his wet bloody asshole. 
      I looked down upon his sweaty, bloody body and marveled at my work yet again. I saw that he was truly sorry for what he had done. He looked so fucking destroyed, I almost felt sorry for him but...it was done. 
      The look on his face as I fell on top of him and kissed his neck. He nuzzled his head to mine and I knew then he loved it. This is what he longed for, but he thought only others could give. I could read that from the fucking regret written all over his face beneath the blood, sweat, and tears.  
      Alas, as I said, it was too late. 
      Now I despised him and wanted nothing more of him after I finished. I pulled out of him and stood up looking down and I couldn’t help but begin to chuckle as he cried. 
      So I wiped my dick off with his expensive underwear and pulled out the chloroform and doused the bloody undies with it. I removed his gagged to which he bawled like a fucking child.
      “I wronged you,” he sobbed, “forgive me…”
      “You don’t really think I would believe that would you? That you’re sorry? And even so why would I fucking forgive you?”
      “You were good to me, I should have given myself to you…”
      “Yep,” I said as I was about to knock him out.
      “I will regret what I did all the days of my life,” he cried,
      “Well my boy,” I finally said, “Whatever makes you sleep at night.”
      I shoved the undies into his mouth and he passed out. I turned the recorder off and sent it to Mike. Then I started to clean everything up and made the scene look like this was all consensual on Tyke’s part and that he had let a mysterious lover in to fuck him bounded. 
      I untied him a bit and made it look like he was bounded but loosely and that a secret lover had come in to fuck him. I was wearing black latex gloves the whole time so I didn’t have to worry about fingerprints. 
      Then I kissed his forehead and said to him, 
      “So, my boy, we live and learn.”
      He was passed out but I kept talking to his wannabe dead ass, 
      “We live and we learn, don’t we Tyke? Well I’m glad that we had this moment, I’m sure we will remember it always the two of us.”
      I pulled up my pants and give him one last kiss then said,  
      “Well, goodbye, my love. May winged demons carry you to Hell, where your infected ass belongs, fucking faggot!”
      I slugged him one more time in the face almost breaking his nose off, and then finally... I was done with him. Forever. 
      I flushed the rest of any evidence of my presence in the room and quickly escaped bringing with me the ropes and pulleys used to get up to his bedroom from outside. 
      By the time I had scaled the gate and got into the car and drove off with Mike, the police were headed the opposite direction to Tyke’s house and the rest is history. Tyke has been properly fucked by me, and I finally found peace.
      “WOOOOOO HOOOOOOO!” Mike screamed outside of the car as I drove it out of the area. 
      He then leaned over to me and said, “pull over, you fucking brilliant mind you!”
      I did and he kissed me long and hard and I reciprocated. He felt my dick that was still hard from the injection and marveled,
      “Oh we got to put this to good use!” He exclaimed.
      “Whatever you want,” I said to him and we kissed some more before I started driving again.
      Mike laughed and said,
      “Oh sexy man, you’re a goddamn genius! Well done on that video you sent! My favorite part was whatever makes you sleep at night, and then you knocked his pink ass out! Fucking awesome! I will cherish it always.”
      “You won’t show anyone,” I said to him, “please?”
      He shot me that look of annoyance, “who the fuck do you think I am? Your ex?”
      We both laughed as I drove down the road, further away from the aftermath behind us.
      Mike and I celebrated when we got to a nearby luxury hotel. I disposed of the clothes I was wearing which were black threads made of polyester, hard for forensics to detect. The only thing that concerned me was when they would do a rape kit on him to which Mike said,
      “You know this stuff I’m about to pump into your arm to keep your body from resisting your meds? It’s also designed to erase any traces of human dna. In fact…”
      He said as he injected me and then put his lips up to mine, “when they do the rape kit and gather the dna, it will be donkey dna.”
      “No fucking—“ and he kissed me. 
      Mike was a genius, I believed him after that. We made love all night to celebrate. He made me take a shower beforehand of course. 
      “As much as it appeals to me that fuckers blood is used as our lube,” Mike said, “being a victim of rape myself, I can’t bear to do so.”
      “You were raped,” I asked as I dried off and laid next to him, naked, as he wrapped the tourniquet around my flexed bicep.
      “Yes unfortunately,” he said as he stuck the needle into my arm and injected me, “but no more bad stories. Not now, for tonight we celebrate victory and for all the days to come after…”
      “Fuck yes, anything you—-,” I said as the rush kicked me in the balls.
      After Mike had his shot and rush, then we fucked, all night. And just like Luca Bondi and John Dahl, the porn actors in that Primal scene, we fucked in that fashion and it was epic. A perfect end to a perfect revenge story.———————-
      Tyke and his husband were arrested and Mike’s loyal employees were released and back on his payroll. The DEA found a safe in the closet but they also found another safe unknown to us, located under the expensive toilet in the bathroom, packed full of, not only product, but of child porn Tyke’s husband brought in from Mexico. Needless to say Tyke’s death warrant was signed. 
      The last thing I ever heard about the whole ordeal, was during the investigation, when Tyke was asked if he was raped he said, “no, someone I owed a debt came and I paid it. I have no regrets about it.”
      Tyke went to federal prison, with his husband. The guy ended up divorcing him for the debt speech. Then after that, both of them were never heard from again.
      The Asian, who was with Tyke when he dogged me, Mike located. He sent me the guys eyeball with a note that said, “payment for your brilliant work.” 
      I was a little grossed out but I had been through so much it didn’t bother me for long. I buried it in the backyard before I sold my house. Then I moved to LA, in fact, I moved to the house Tyke and his ex husband use to own. The room where I raped him, I left vacant. That room I visit once a year on the date of the incident. Call me sick but, I need to remember so it doesn’t happen again.
      I saw Mike again a month later and I thanked him for the eye to which he said, “the fucker is still alive but he doesn’t know what or why the deed was done. He’s in a crazy house. It’s what he gets for fucking with my best client.”
      Mike and I didn’t stay together long after that. I wanted to, but he said,
      “I don’t date, I’ve had enough of that for a lifetime. But call upon me anytime and I will be there.”
      So after that conversation, we fucked a few times, but then Mike disappeared. 
      So after a year or two, I went back to my normal life except now I poz those who want it. I dunno it’s hot having that kind of power, and I’m not sorry. I met a handsome guy from pozzing him and we’ve been together since.
      I did end up getting married to the fine gentleman who parties hard yet responsibly. I tried to get ahold of Chemical Mike, but he responded with a kiss emoticon and said, “you have found your man, be happy and love hard.”
      How the fuck did he know so much. Still it made me feel good to know he was watching from somewhere.
      I never heard from him after that. Though I cannot help but wonder whatever happened to my good comrade, Chemical Mike; the world’s greatest chemist?
    • By CMike1980
      Moderator's Note: @CMike1980 submitted a cleaned up version of this story. You will find the new version a few posts down. I merged the the threads so that the comments wouldn't go away. 
    • By KLchemfun93
      Today early morning receive a chemfun sex session invitation from a friend. However I had promised to meet with my boyfriend. After consideration of my needs, I cancel dating with my boyfriend and drive far place to meet the new friend. 
      When meet up my friend, he let me take many of puff and then he start to open wide my leg. Slowly enter his huge cock into my tight asshole. I feels so enjoyable to get fucked by him bareback and get many loads inside my asshole. Feel very enjoy 
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    • By smoothbubblebutt
      Neg bottom in Birmingham city centre today....taking any load...poz and toxic especially  hit me up boys and I'll give you my hotel and room number 
    • By Moonshotxxx
      I was traveling again and lonely.  I like to use my work trips as an opportunity to stretch out my ass and normally bring along toys and my enema bag to use in the hotel after business is done for the day.
      This particular evening I was feeling super horny and decided that I would put on my cock cage before cleaning my ass out.  My cage is metal and has a hollow urethral plug that I really really love.  I lubed up my soft cock, placed the ring around my balls and forced my dick into the cage.  Once the cage was secure and locked I slid the plug up my cock and tightened the set screw that held it in place in my cock.  
      I decided tonight I was only going to bottom and the cage would make sure of that fact.  My cock was already dripping precum as I went on the internet and tried to organize some hookups.  While waiting for replies I decided it was time to shower and get ready.  
      First I covered my pubic region and ass with depilatory cream and then I filled my 1 gallon enema bag with warm water and went to the shower.  When time was up on the hair removal cream I got in the shower and washed off any hair so my cock, balls and ass were smooth as the day I was born.  I filled and refilled my ass with the water from the enema bag until it was coming out clean and clear.  With that done I got out of the shower and checked my internet queries ... nothing ready solid so I decided to take matter into my own hands so to say.
      I checked out the local TS escort website and found a versatile top who seemed to fit my needs.  She looked sexy in her photos which indicated big tits, long dark hair and a huge cock.  A phone call and a few texts later and I was on my way.  As I left my room I grabbed a few condoms because I always play safe and I figured it would be the same tonight.
      I called an Uber and waited outside of my hotel.  My cock was straining against the cage to get hard and leaking a steady stream of precum.  I was praying that the driver wouldn't notice the wet spot on the front of my pants that I was trying to cover up as I got in the car.  Luckily the driver wasn't chatty and it was a short 10 minute ride to the destination.
      I got out of the car and was trying to find the apartment but was having some trouble.  We were texting back and forth and when I turned around I saw her standing there in a sexy white dress.  If I hadn't been wearing my cock cage I would have probably blown my load right there.  She led me into her apartment and we kissed hello on the cheek.  I got the business transaction out of the way right off and we headed into her bedroom.
      She said her English wasn't that great but it didn't matter because she was hotter than hell and as she pulled her dress off her sexy body was on full display.    She climbed up on her bed and told me to take off my clothes and I complied.  When I got to my pants she saw that I was wearing my cock cage and her eyes got huge!  She motioned for me to come to her so I climbed up on the bed facing her and as I got close she reached out and grabbed my head and pulled me right up to her face.  When our lips met she drove her tongue between my lips and fucked my mouth hard and fast. 
      As we continued to kiss I let my hand roam down her body and I cupped her ample cock.  I was surprised to find that her panties we soaked with precum where the head of her love stick strained against the material.  I rubbed her cock and broke our kiss long enough to lock eyes and lick her moisture from my hand.  I saw a wild look in her eyes and she placed her hands against my chest and pushed me down on to my back.  She pulled off her top and then panties freeing her semi hard thick cock.  She wasn't even completely hard yet and it had to be at least 8 inches long.
      She grabbed my hair with one hand and her cock with the other and force fed me her throbbing meat.  Without any consideration for my desires she shoved her cock all the way down my throat and told me to lick her balls.  She pumped her hard cock down my throat over and over an I tried my best to suppress my gag reflex.  I was in heaven with the head of the her cock moving in and out of my throat.  At the end of each thrust her balls slapped my chin and I tried my very best to tongue them every time.
      Soon she decided that she had enough of my mouth for the time being and she ordered me to roll over and stick my slut ass into the air for her.  I did as I was told and was rewarded with a good sharp tug on my balls for my trouble.  The next thing I felt was her fingers at my ass shoving lube into me.  One and then two fingers worked in and out of my hole until she was sure I was ready to take her cock.  I kept trying to look back but each time I did she slapped my ass and told me to keep looking forward and keep my eyes on hers using the mirror on the head board.
      She then got up off the bed and grabbed a dildo that I assumed was going to be used on my now well lubricated ass.  The rubber cock looked to be 9 inches long and a couple of inches in diameter.  She thought she was going to give my ass a good stretching but what she didn't know was that I was a size queen.  She proceeded to shuffle up behind me again and she pressed the dildo against my pucker.  I pushed back hard and the head of the rubber cock popped right past my anus and on into my boi pussy.  
      She took this as the challenge as I intended and began to work the rubber cock in and out of my ass hard and fast.  Each time she plunged the rubber dick into my hole it ran over my hot spot and my cock started leaking precum again.  In order to get some more girth I reached back and forced a couple of fingers in along side the rubber invader to show her that not only could I take more but that I wanted and even needed it.
      I saw a glimmer in her sexy brown eyes as she pulled the rubber dick out and threw it aside as she shuffled on her knees to bring her dripping cock to my ass.  I started to protest that she was not wearing a rubber but before I could get the words out of my mouth I felt the head of her cock plunge through my tight ring.  Her cock was not quite as long as the rubber dildo but it definitely had more girth.  I was in heaven as her hard cock opened my slut hole as she sawed in and out.  With each thrust I felt her balls slap up against my ass as she bottomed out into me.  
      She fucked me for what seemed like 20 minutes before her pace began to slow as she stroked her rock hard shecock as deep as she could get.  She asked me if I was ready take her cum into my pussy and be bred with her seed.  I yelled yes baby, give me your baby juice and make me your slut.  I felt her cock begin to expand as she drove it in so hard that I was forced forward into my belly as she tried to drive her cock into the mattress below us.  Then her cock was spasming as she pumped her cum from her balls and into my ass.  It felt like she pumped a gallon of cum into me as she reached up and grabbed a handful of my hair.
      'Now you are full of my cum and that makes you my bitch' she growled into my ear 'and now you are going to eat the cum out of your own ass slut.'
      She release my hair and moved back enough to grab me by the hips and pull me back up to a doggy style position.  Then I felt her hand in my hair again as she yanked me up to a kneeling position.  At the same time she culled her other hand under my ass and told me to push some, but not all, of her cum out.  I did as I was told and and let some of her cum run out of my clenched ass.  When her hand was full she reached around and put the cum filled hand to my lips and told me to drink.  I did as I was told and filled her hand three more times and I drank her cum each time and then licked her hand clean.  She then made me clean her cock off as well.
      When she was satisfied I had cleaned her to her well enough she pushed me back down and I figured we were done for the evening but boy was I wrong.  
      'Are you ready for more baby' she as asked.
      Before I replied she said 'get back ass up and head down slut'
      I couldn't believe that she was ready to fuck me again but what did I know ... she must be a really horny girl.  She grabbed the lube and started greasing me up again.  Only this time she used two and then three fingers twisting and stretching may hole open.  Before I knew it she had all four fingers buried in my ass.  Without any further warning she tucked in her thumb and buried her whole hand up to her wrist in my slut hole.  I had been fisted once before and I definitely loved it but this time I was caught completely by surprise.
      'Do you like it baby' she asked
      I managed to get out a confused yes as she twisted and pushed her hand back and forth as she worked deeper into my ass.  My head was spinning as she worked her hand deeper and deeper up my ass.  Then without much warning she was pulling her hand almost completely out and then shoving it back in deeper and deeper.  Each time she stopped and twisted her thumb over my prostate and made me start leaking again.
      After a few minutes I was able to relax more and her hand was doing completely out and then plunging back in with very little resistance
      'Get ready bitch, I am going to blow your mind' she said
      With that on the next plunge in she stopped with her hand buried and then worked the fingers of her other hand in alongside her wrist.  I moaned as she stretched my hole larger than I ever had been stretched before.  She wrapped her hand around her other wrist and slowly drove her send hand into my ass alongside her arm.   I felt like my head was going to explode as she drove her second hand in as both of her wrists were pushing my asshole open.  
      I felt her join her hands inside of me as she drove deeper.  My ass kept stretching as her forearms started expanding me further.  I tried to clench my ass but it was so open that I didn't do much more that a slight twitch.  
      'That's right, try and squeeze bitch' she said 'You're not going to keep me out'
      For what seemed like hours she kept working deeper and deeper until I finally couldn't take any more and collapsed onto my stomach.  
      'I hope I didn't break you baby' my shemale fisting queen said to me.
      All I could manage was a weak moan as I tried to get my brain working again. She led me to collect myself for a bit while she went to the bathroom and cleaned herself up a bit.  I could feel the cold air inside of my gaping ass and I wondered if it would ever go back to a normal size (fortunately from me it did in the end).
      I finally managed to gather myself up and managed to clean up a little and get dressed.  I got a Uber ordered and soon I was on my way back to my room.  Fortunately either the driver wasn't talkative or he could see I was behind conversation so it was a quiet ride.  I got back to my room and collapsed on the bed.  As I laid here I realized I hadn't shot a load.  
      In any case it was the hottest sexual experience of my life.

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