Wicked Mr. Magoo

[PozBearWI]

that is the chaser way though...  non reactive test after non reactive test.  It is massively harder for most of us to get infected. 

[PupBoiRapeSlut]

Bet he’s gonna run to the hills and try to disappear before he starts to crave the feeling of being full of cum again and takes AJs offer to be his whore

[MTLneg]

Part 19

“You are stubborn one, aren’t you Max?”, a calm Magoo muttered.

This is exactly what I have been afraid of…  A very calm Magoo. I would have dealt if the old man would have been angry at me, got pissed, stormed off and pout at me, but no, he unusually remained calm, almost smiling although it was hard to say. The thin line from his lips had some sort of quizzical expression.

I would not falter again to Magoo’s pertinacity to poz me.

“You are taking medication”. 

It wasn’t a question. What other conclusions could his subtle mind have come up with?  To him, it was a logical deduction: I get fucked, bareback, by unmedicated poz tops, the first time by Magoo himself, and the second time, receiving multiple loads from Magoo assisted with late Bob’s pupil and lover, AJ, the ultimate bearer of his deadly strain. But here I am, in my soon-to-be-demolished apartment, negative blood running in my veins, standing before me, an accusing Magoo.

When I went at the clinic, the first time, they gave me that Prep prescription while admonishing me for my unsafe sex habit.  I contemplated the piece of paper for a long time, the undeniable proof that I was walking a dangerous path.  I longed for skin-on-skin sex, I craved for the intimacy that provided the bare sex, the warmth and softness of a cock in me. I wasn’t a chaser and then, somewhere inside me, I knew that I could crawled and beg for that bare cock, but not for a bare poz cock.

“No, I’m not”, I simply reply as I tended two prescriptions out of my wallet to Magoo. The original one was all crumpled, the second one was crisped like a new dollar bill.

“Why are you carrying these with you?  Did you get the pills?”

I shook my head. There was no need for words. I was a poor student and unable to afford such expenses.

“I see.  And now I know what I was doing wrong.”

Magoo picked my interest and before I could ask him the what and the how, he was out of the door, leaving.

“Consider what we have done before as fun activities. From now on, we will get down to serious business. Oh! And I found us an apartment…!”

I ran after him, but he was already down the stairs and out on the street to God knows where. 

 

“Let's christened the place” a mocking Magoo said, pushing my pants down without undoing my belt, a hand on my back, bending me over.

I looked around.  I understood why my apartment building was getting demolished. It was an old building that needed love beyond salvation.  But this place was the lowest of the low, and Magoo had found it!  “Perfect for you”, he had said.

“Arrgh…”  Magoo had barely spit on his cock – and none on my hole – before thrusting his hard cock – yes bare – almost to the hilt.  The second thrust, I was fully impaled.

“Fuck, do you have to…?”

“Tsk, Tsk… you lost the bet, not me…  Now, just stand still.  Aaahh!”

Magoo was pissing in my ass. His hot poz piss filling my bowels.  Soon, I felt bloated, and it started to hurt.  As he had inserted his cock, he unceremoniously pullet out without warning.  My ass expelled a strong gush of a mix guts and piss on the already dirty carpet, dribbling down my legs and my pants.  It is without surprise that a trail of piss followed me to the toilet when I dashed for it before I spilt everything on the floor.

Magoo was laughing heartily.

“Come on, this apartment is already rented to someone else. Yours is across the hall!”  

The apartment wasn’t locked and Magoo just walked in. It was a sight that one does not see often.  The room – because the apartment was that, one room – was worst than the other one.  A window plastered with newspapers was blocking most of the daylight. Junks sparse on the floor.  The bathroom had no door.  "You don't need one" Magoo had said.   A putrid odor was coming from the left corner of the room where a pile of garbage was sitting on top of a thin mattress. It was a shady place.

“You’re kidding, right?”

“Nope. It is within your budget, isn’t it?

“Yes, but…”

“I just fuck my piss in your ass five minutes ago, so don’t be difficult”

“Urgh..., I need to piss too…” a hoarse voice coming from the garbage said.

The pile of garbage stood up; it was a man!  Probably not much older than me.  He swapped his hand over his black coat to remove imaginary dust.

"Need to piss?  No problem, man, the young chap here can help you” and Magoo pushed me forward.

I look back at him in disbelief.  There is a marge between losing a bet and honoring a bet. But, not doing so, would have consequences far worst.

“Go ahead, my young piss-bucket, your choice…  mouth or ass?”

The young vagrant man had already pulled a dark small cock that hadn’t seen soap for a while

“Hurry up! I need to go badly!

I only had time to get on my knees and open my mouth that a torrent of piss hit my face, my mouth and my shirt.  First, my pants soiled with shitty piss, now my shirt with hobo piss. Can my day get worse?  The guy spread his legs a little more, getting closer to me.

“Arrghh… it burns… fuck… that was a fucking hot piss… thanks… now suck me!”

The deed done, the man slipped back the dirty cock in his pants, wiped his hands on the side of his coat and left.

“See you next time, Andy!” Magoo waiving at the man.

“You know him?” I asked.

“I have a lot of friends, you know.  As for this place, I will get you some help to clean it up. We can move in as we wish. The tenant just left!”

 

Back at the apartment. I was depressed. My clothes had dried a little, increasing the still smell.

“Go. Take a shower.” Magoo ordered me.

I stripped and walked to the bathroom. The water felt great. That's when the shower curtain pulls back, and Magoo stepped in behind me, wrapping his arms around me. I turned around, facing the tattooed man.

“Everything will be fine” his hands on my chest.

I mimicked him and I was playing with his pierced nipples.

“About that bet…” I started saying.

“Yeah, it was a stupid idea” he cut me off. “If you let me sleep with you tonight, I will call it quit on the bet”.

That night, we slept together and Magoo fucked me without pretense, and without ulterior motive than to poz me.  In the back of my mind, I knew what Magoo was doing but I needed him inside me. He painted my guts twice before we felt asleep.  

The ex-convict had left yesterday and gave us a piece of paper with a phone number, “If you need anything” he grabbed his crotch and start laughing. The other tenants had already moved without fanfare. Magoo slept (and fucked) with me every night after.  I still had close to a month before moving.

 

I have to admit that Magoo was resourceful. He found me a job at a gay leather bar, mostly as a cleaner before it gets too crowded (I had to let the manager fuck me once to get the job…).  The following weekend, he had invited many guys to help clean and fix the apartment. Well, to be exact, 14 guys came over throughout the day.  Most of them were strangers.

“I’ll provide the beer and the pizzas” he had said, “you take care of the rest”.

Well, the “rest” meant 14 blowjobs as a thankful payment for the guys help.

Even Master Eddy came alone toward the end of the afternoon. I had a long discussion with Master Eddy.  I felt better with everything and embracing my future.

Master Eddy fucked me just outside the apartment in the corridor.  Anyone in the building knew that some slut was getting screwed.  I learned that day what it meant to be fucked by Master Eddy.  On my shaky legs, I wobbled back just in time to give my thanks (another blowjob) to the last guy beside Magoo.

[MTLneg]

Part 20

That night, Magoo got sloppy second, feeding me all the cum running out of my hole.  In the shower, he decided to piss in my throat again.  Sunday morning, Magoo helped me pack a few things until he came across Bob’s box that AJ gave me. I had completely forgotten it.  It was still unopened.

Magoo was all excited.  “You open it now or do you wait at the new place?”

“Let’s see what it’s in it and then decide if it worth moving it.” 

I didn’t have many belongings, but one box less to move was appealing. Magoo was already at work.

“Holy Grail!”, Magoo exclaimed

“Fuck it’s stink!” I said

Something must have died in that box… “knowing Bob, don't get too excited before you open the box.  And make sure to be home when you open it", AJ had warned me when he gave it to me.

“You have to love Bob! You inherited his dildo collection, lucky bastard!” Magoo said.

A peek in the box convinced me that the lucky bastard would get rid of it. The toys have been thrown in unwashed, thus the smell.

“No, no, no, don’t even think about it” I informed Magoo.

“Come on, it will be fun! he said and was already undressing.

 

No more boxes were packed that day.  And, no, we didn’t make it to the bed.

Magoo lubed me up with a first fresh load of poz cum before shoving in me a thin and long dildo, pushing it in inch by inch, frotting the cum in my guts until it got all absorbed.  The toy was more rigid than a hard cock and was unforgivably realigning my ass interior.

Neither of us knew the last use of it, but it was still sticky. Pubic or ass hairs of different colors (AJ’s ones?) and other unidentified particles were glued-like to the object.

“You’re going to wash it up?”

My question was left unanswered. Magoo raised the dildo and spit toward it, lending on my balls and completely missing its target (or not?).  If there is something that I learned is that Magoo doesn’t like to be told what to do.

He had a satisfied look when he pulled out the toy after a good half-hour.

“See?  All clean. Washed by your ass and my cum”

Well, this is where you learn that cleanliness is subject to interpretation. The dildo was now shining from a wet whitish-translucent film.  Gone were the hairs and everything else.

Magoo straddled me, knees on each side of my shoulder, nudging my head.

“Open up”

His shaved balls, playfully bounced on my chin and all I could see was this long cock and Magoo smiling down on me. Magoo was jerking his cock.  He was hard again, eager to release another load. He grabbed his balls and shifted up slightly until I felt his nuts on my lips.

“Lick them gently. Feel my poz babies’ factory.”

He reached down and pulled my mouth open and dropped his nuts inside my mouth. I knew what he wanted. He was actively stroking his cock. Finally, at his great pleasure, I started licking each nut. I bathed them with saliva, rolling them on my tongue carefully. It was a peaceful moment as he let me worship his nuts at my pace. Droplets of precum felt on my face. Lot of precum, but at this moment I didn’t care.

I sensed Magoo sliding back and before he did, I grabbed is ass with both hands, four fingers of each hand in the cleft of his ass, with my forefingers probing at his hole.

I continued nursing the precious balls for a few more minutes until his nuts popped out of my mouth.  Magoo leaned over me, aiming the flaring piss slit at my mouth.  The cock head was glistening with precum.  I smelled the cock seconds before I felt the warmth and the wetness of his cock head prying my lips open. He pumped his cock in push up motion, feeding me his cock a little more each time.

Magoo switched position. He inserted a finger from each hand in my mouth, stretching it wide and started pushing his cock further down. He wanted it in my throat.   I didn’t know where he got the idea that I can deep throat him. I pushed him back enough to talk.

“I can’t do that” I said

“Sure, you can”

“I don’t want…”

“... No more talking....”

He slapped the side of my head and started face fucking me, pounding the back of my throat which make me gag on each thrust. I tried to take control by sucking harder.  Magoo grabbed my head and starts making small rapid jabs, his cock at the entrance of my throat.  He was relentless.  This time I puked and was forced to swallow everything back as his cock head prevented any exit for the acrid vomit. I was holding the back of his thighs in an effort to restrain his assault. Magoo never stopped pumping his cock in my mouth.  A hand at the back of my head, the other one pinched my nose, he pulled my face toward his crotch with each of his thrusts. My cock was hard and pulsed at the same rhythm of the fuck. I was gagging each time his cock hit my bruised uvula. My throat was so sore.

“Relax your throat.  Open up, nutlicker”

I wish I could say that I watched the last inch of his cock pushed in my mouth, but there were still a good four ones to go.  I needed to breathe, but Magoo tightened his grip in my hair.  He was close, his entire body tensed. With one last thrust that seems to go further in my throat, my mouth got flooded with a full-flavored load of hot thick cum – fuck, he just came an hour ago – dangerously close overflowing my mouth.

“You are getting there, cocksucker, but by far, you are not the best, yet”

In one exaggerated gulp, I swallowed everything. He let go of my head and nose. I took one large breath, swallowed another jet of cum and kept sucking the hot cock, getting any remnants of his load. The cum was like a balm to my sore throat.

The respite didn’t last. Although Magoo did all the work, I was really exhausted from the face fuck. Magoo picked another of the filthy dildo and pushed it in my now slack mouth and resumed pushing the boundaries of my ability to deep throat. He kept at it for a while. Then Magoo pivoted in a 69 fashion.  The devilish old man was hard again!  I was hard as well! I was about to receive one of his amazing blowjobs. Not sure how long I will be able to hold before I shoot my load, but I was ready to bust a nut. I took his cock in my mouth, and I sucked on the head, slowly stroking the base of his cock and caressing his balls.  My eyes were at the same level of a small scorpion tattoo reminding me of his poz status.  I closed my eyes and focus on my goal to suck every drop of this new load.   

I realized that Magoo was not going to suck my cock as I felt him pushing a thicker dildo in my ass, stretching me again. The toy was short and ribbed and made me feel good, hitting my love nut inside me, but not hard enough to make me cum.  He was edging me.  I kept trying to grab my cock, but Magoo was refusing me an overdue release.

“Keep your hand off your cock”

I kept nursing on the cock. It took a long time to stir another load from Magoo, but he never went soft. Wasting no time, Magoo pulled the short, ribbed dildo of my raw ass and did an ass-to-mouth maneuver with it.

“Keep your legs raised”

In one swift movement, he buried his cock and giving me no time to adjust, started pummeling my already abused hole in a missionary position.  My mouth and my ass stuffed, I submitted to Magoo prowess to coordinate this spit roasting. Magoo’s stamina was incredible. It was when he was long dicking me that I came.  Fireworks!

“Savor this pitiful negative load while you can, because after today it may be your last” he said, feeding me my cum with two of his fingers.

Time seems to stand still. I dozed off.  Magoo kept busy.  Another dildo, longer with the largest girth I ever took (nothing monstruous, but fairly thick), seesawing it in my ass slowly. My hole was not quite closing as fast as it used to.  In fact, it didn’t close completely that day. I woke up with a yelp as the old man was going for four fingers up my ass – with the ultimate goal to fist me, I suspected - which made him stop.

“Good! You are awake. I’m starving.  Let’s get you some solid food”.

I explored my wet hole carefully, sliding two fingers easily. They were soon covered with a slimy and undefined color mixture.  Another five or six dildos were on the floor beside me, showing evident signs of recent use. I had any doubts that my ass has been the end receiver.

[PupBoiRapeSlut]

1 hour ago, MTLneg said:

Part 20

That night, Magoo got sloppy second, feeding me all the cum running out of my hole.  In the shower, he decided to piss in my throat again.  Sunday morning, Magoo helped me pack a few things until he came across Bob’s box that AJ gave me. I had completely forgotten it.  It was still unopened.

Magoo was all excited.  “You open it now or do you wait at the new place?”

“Let’s see what it’s in it and then decide if it worth moving it.” 

I didn’t have many belongings, but one box less to move was appealing. Magoo was already at work.

“Holy Grail!”, Magoo exclaimed

“Fuck it’s stink!” I said

Something must have died in that box… “knowing Bob, don't get too excited before you open the box.  And make sure to be home when you open it", AJ had warned me when he gave it to me.

“You have to love Bob! You inherited his dildo collection, lucky bastard!” Magoo said.

A peek in the box convinced me that the lucky bastard would get rid of it. The toys have been thrown in unwashed, thus the smell.

“No, no, no, don’t even think about it” I informed Magoo.

“Come on, it will be fun! he said and was already undressing.

 

No more boxes were packed that day.  And, no, we didn’t make it to the bed.

Magoo lubed me up with a first fresh load of poz cum before shoving in me a thin and long dildo, pushing it in inch by inch, frotting the cum in my guts until it got all absorbed.  The toy was more rigid than a hard cock and was unforgivably realigning my ass interior.

Neither of us knew the last use of it, but it was still sticky. Pubic or ass hairs of different colors (AJ’s ones?) and other unidentified particles were glued-like to the object.

“You’re going to wash it up?”

My question was left unanswered. Magoo raised the dildo and spit toward it, lending on my balls and completely missing its target (or not?).  If there is something that I learned is that Magoo doesn’t like to be told what to do.

He had a satisfied look when he pulled out the toy after a good half-hour.

“See?  All clean. Washed by your ass and my cum”

Well, this is where you learn that cleanliness is subject to interpretation. The dildo was now shining from a wet whitish-translucent film.  Gone were the hairs and everything else.

Magoo straddled me, knees on each side of my shoulder, nudging my head.

“Open up”

His shaved balls, playfully bounced on my chin and all I could see was this long cock and Magoo smiling down on me. Magoo was jerking his cock.  He was hard again, eager to release another load. He grabbed his balls and shifted up slightly until I felt his nuts on my lips.

“Lick them gently. Feel my poz babies’ factory.”

He reached down and pulled my mouth open and dropped his nuts inside my mouth. I knew what he wanted. He was actively stroking his cock. Finally, at his great pleasure, I started licking each nut. I bathed them with saliva, rolling them on my tongue carefully. It was a peaceful moment as he let me worship his nuts at my pace. Droplets of precum felt on my face. Lot of precum, but at this moment I didn’t care.

I sensed Magoo sliding back and before he did, I grabbed is ass with both hands, four fingers of each hand in the cleft of his ass, with my forefingers probing at his hole.

I continued nursing the precious balls for a few more minutes until his nuts popped out of my mouth.  Magoo leaned over me, aiming the flaring piss slit at my mouth.  The cock head was glistening with precum.  I smelled the cock seconds before I felt the warmth and the wetness of his cock head prying my lips open. He pumped his cock in push up motion, feeding me his cock a little more each time.

Magoo switched position. He inserted a finger from each hand in my mouth, stretching it wide and started pushing his cock further down. He wanted it in my throat.   I didn’t know where he got the idea that I can deep throat him. I pushed him back enough to talk.

“I can’t do that” I said

“Sure, you can”

“I don’t want…”

“... No more talking....”

He slapped the side of my head and started face fucking me, pounding the back of my throat which make me gag on each thrust. I tried to take control by sucking harder.  Magoo grabbed my head and starts making small rapid jabs, his cock at the entrance of my throat.  He was relentless.  This time I puked and was forced to swallow everything back as his cock head prevented any exit for the acrid vomit. I was holding the back of his thighs in an effort to restrain his assault. Magoo never stopped pumping his cock in my mouth.  A hand at the back of my head, the other one pinched my nose, he pulled my face toward his crotch with each of his thrusts. My cock was hard and pulsed at the same rhythm of the fuck. I was gagging each time his cock hit my bruised uvula. My throat was so sore.

“Relax your throat.  Open up, nutlicker”

I wish I could say that I watched the last inch of his cock pushed in my mouth, but there were still a good four ones to go.  I needed to breathe, but Magoo tightened his grip in my hair.  He was close, his entire body tensed. With one last thrust that seems to go further in my throat, my mouth got flooded with a full-flavored load of hot thick cum – fuck, he just came an hour ago – dangerously close overflowing my mouth.

“You are getting there, cocksucker, but by far, you are not the best, yet”

In one exaggerated gulp, I swallowed everything. He let go of my head and nose. I took one large breath, swallowed another jet of cum and kept sucking the hot cock, getting any remnants of his load. The cum was like a balm to my sore throat.

The respite didn’t last. Although Magoo did all the work, I was really exhausted from the face fuck. Magoo picked another of the filthy dildo and pushed it in my now slack mouth and resumed pushing the boundaries of my ability to deep throat. He kept at it for a while. Then Magoo pivoted in a 69 fashion.  The devilish old man was hard again!  I was hard as well! I was about to receive one of his amazing blowjobs. Not sure how long I will be able to hold before I shoot my load, but I was ready to bust a nut. I took his cock in my mouth, and I sucked on the head, slowly stroking the base of his cock and caressing his balls.  My eyes were at the same level of a small scorpion tattoo reminding me of his poz status.  I closed my eyes and focus on my goal to suck every drop of this new load.   

I realized that Magoo was not going to suck my cock as I felt him pushing a thicker dildo in my ass, stretching me again. The toy was short and ribbed and made me feel good, hitting my love nut inside me, but not hard enough to make me cum.  He was edging me.  I kept trying to grab my cock, but Magoo was refusing me an overdue release.

“Keep your hand off your cock”

I kept nursing on the cock. It took a long time to stir another load from Magoo, but he never went soft. Wasting no time, Magoo pulled the short, ribbed dildo of my raw ass and did an ass-to-mouth maneuver with it.

“Keep your legs raised”

In one swift movement, he buried his cock and giving me no time to adjust, started pummeling my already abused hole in a missionary position.  My mouth and my ass stuffed, I submitted to Magoo prowess to coordinate this spit roasting. Magoo’s stamina was incredible. It was when he was long dicking me that I came.  Fireworks!

“Savor this pitiful negative load while you can, because after today it may be your last” he said, feeding me my cum with two of his fingers.

Time seems to stand still. I dozed off.  Magoo kept busy.  Another dildo, longer with the largest girth I ever took (nothing monstruous, but fairly thick), seesawing it in my ass slowly. My hole was not quite closing as fast as it used to.  In fact, it didn’t close completely that day. I woke up with a yelp as the old man was going for four fingers up my ass – with the ultimate goal to fist me, I suspected - which made him stop.

“Good! You are awake. I’m starving.  Let’s get you some solid food”.

I explored my wet hole carefully, sliding two fingers easily. They were soon covered with a slimy and undefined color mixture.  Another five or six dildos were on the floor beside me, showing evident signs of recent use. I had any doubts that my ass has been the end receiver.

God that was fuckin hot wish I could wake up with magoos fist in my boipussy after he stuffed each of the filthy toys in me

[Movietheaterslut2]

That last chapter was fucking hot!!!

[MTLneg]

Part 21 (Finale)

It was moving day. Master Eddy provided a truck with two burly guys.

“Leave the mattress. I got you a new one” had said Magoo before disappearing.

It took a little more than an hour for the guys to load everything in the truck. While waiting for Magoo, one of the guys pulled a nice average cock.  He asked me to suck him with the promise of a big reward. 

“Damn faggot, I bet your mouth of yours will feel good on my cock.”

It was tempting but I declined. I was not in the mood, starting to feel the heat of another hot summer day in Montreal.  Magoo reappeared with a large duffel bag, and a nice leather suitcase.  I looked at him with curiosity.

What? I need to move too." he said.

I was so preoccupied with myself in the last few weeks that I completely forgot to ask Magoo if he found a place to stay.

“You found an apartment?” I asked

“Well, yes I did” he said

“Oh great!  Where?”  I asked naively.

“With you, dumb ass! He replied

I was flabbergasted.  Never in the last few weeks, since we visited the place (and pissed in my ass), has he ever mentioned moving with me.

“Where will you sleep?  There is only one bed!

“With you, dumb slut! He said, laughing.

 

Epilogue

Magoo had bought a double mattress and got it delivered to the new place. My desk was fitting well against one of the walls, giving enough space to go by.  All in all, it was small, but we made it work.

The weather remained hot and humid throughout the night. The open window didn’t provide any relief.  I was laying naked on top of the bedsheets with a naked Magoo next to me. I was sweating but for some reason the old man’s body against mine was refreshing.

“Too hot for sex” I told him

Magoo wrapped an arm over me, his hand at my crotch, caressing the base of my cock.

“I got you” he simply whispered, kissing my neck just behind my ear.

 

“You look like shit”, the bartender, told me when I show up at work the following day.

I just shrugged and started emptying the trash.  It was just before noon when the bartender found me cleaning the restroom.  Another man was with him.

“This is Azar. Go with him in the office and do everything he tells you.”

Azar was a doctor. He confirmed what I suspected, and what Magoo already knew. I listened to him and did everything he told me too.

“Now that the risk is out of the equation, you need to learn how to live again” Azar told me.

 

The week went by in a slow-motion.  Magoo took care of me with a welcomed gentleness.

“Let’s threat ourselves tonight.  You surely deserve it” Magoo said.

Getting out of the apartment was a good idea.  I felt better already.  We ended up at the sauna which put me down a little.

“If you wanted to fuck me, we could have done it at the apartment and save the money” I told Magoo.

 

It was late and a noisy-busy crowd celebrating Pride week was actively – well, just that – celebrating.

A sling was installed in the common place where the crowd had gathered.  The sling was currently occupied by a man about the same age of my father.

“No load refused” it was said.

We did the tour to see what else was going on. I took advantage of the spa, relaxing with insipid porn videos playing on the screen.  Magoo found someone of interest and was dragging him in the darkroom.

Two guys walked by.  The first one was lean, brutal.  He stopped a few seconds and looked, gauging me. I recognized the second man, Ben, a guy from college. Rumors were that he was abducted in a bar the year before.  They went to the wet sauna.

Few minutes later, another guy came.

“Do you mind?” asking me if he could get in the spa.

“Sure” I smiled to him.  He was about my age and nice-looking.

“I’m not gay” he blurted out as he stepped in, covering his junk with one hand.

“Wrong place to be” I replied.

“Not my choice really” he said looking around like he was hiding from someone.  “I am part of a filming crew. I came here with some other guys. They locked my clothes to make sure I stayed”

"Filming?” as I looked around. I didn’t want to be recorded.

“No, not here, he said rapidly.  We shoot some porn earlier today”

“You do porn?”

He laughed. “No, not me.  I’m only the assistant. I’m Alex.”

He told me his story and this Caio guy, one of the porn actors, trying to fuck his cherry away. And also, the story about the man in the sling.

We left the spa and went to the room Magoo rented. He was already there with his conquest.

“Just chatting”, he had said.

As I explained the situation, Magoo was ogling the assistant, making him uncomfortable.

“You need clothes?” Magoo repeated pensively. He left the room pushing out the other guy.  He came back almost immediately with a yellow shirt and a skinny pair of jogger’s shorts.

“These are Matthew’s. He won’t need them, and they should fit”.

Fit was inappropriate. Obscene would have been the right word.

“We are going back to the apartment until he can figure out what to do” I told Magoo.

 

That night, I slept with a straight guy.

Magoo came back in the afternoon. He told me that Alex can stay, and he would go live with AJ.

“Why?”

“You and me, it would have never work.  You know it.   Besides, Alex needs a place to live, and you can provide him with a safe place.”

That’s how Alex and I ended up together. It was July 2021.

 

Doctor Azar has been good to me; he keeps me healthy with a strict regimen (food and medication).  We became friends. He is now married to a lovely wife, and they have a beautiful girl.

I keep in touch with Master Eddy who found another pet to play with. He is a good listener. Jesus bought a farm and produce cabbages. He texts me every year for my birthday. 

AJ lives alone and struggles with Bob's legacy.  He is a well-renowned designer and travels a lot.   Stanley, aka the wicked Magoo, is now in a specialized retirement home, going on his 84 years old this fall. His health has declined significantly. He is still a phenomenon, and my best friend. 

I graduated last year and now work for a law firm.   The firm partners agreed to give some time to look into Ben Schultz case.  Another case was brought to my attention, likely another abduction, the one of Elio Riley. 

Alex and I are still together.  Alex went back to school full-time nursing. His dad died last year. Our sexual life?  Well, that will be another story.

The end.

ps.  I threw away the box.  

 

[negchaserlooking]

Thank you for an amazing ride with theis story. "The End - Fini". I hope not @MTLneg at lreast when you tease about Max and Alex.  

[Jaygusher]

And that’s it! A fantastic conclusion to my favorite story here! Well done man. You should be proud. I know I am. Thank you for all your work!

[mancscummer]

An amazing journey,  both in terms of sexually and literature. A nasty pleasure to peep in your fabulously twisted mind.