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MAC MEN: THE SHUDDER CHRONICLES 1 By Randy Rawman I had been single exactly one month when my Powerbook died. I skipped the Apple store and went to a Mac Dealer in my neighborhood called MacMen. I’ve long thought that the guys at the Genius Bar are the unsung sex symbols of the new millennium, lanky bespectacled nerds with hard lean bodies and sexy tattoos under their royal blue T shirts with just a few clicks of their magic fingers and fix whatever’s ailing you and make everything okay. Yes, Apple geeks are dorky sexy. Angel’s just plain sexy. When I first laid eyes on him, I had come straight from the gym and was wearing my favorite ass-hugging red Umbro shorts and a gray Underarmour tank that caressed my pecs and shoulders and made me feel like a super hero. As Angel entered all my information into the stores computer, I took the opportunity to give him the once over. I couldn’t quite put my finger on his enthicity. There’s some Latin in there, a little Asian, maybe, definitely some black. Whatever it was, he was fucking hot. When I showed pick up my fixed computer a few days later, I was wearing the same shorts with a vintage Adidas nylon tank. Again, I had come fresh from the gym. I stayed extra long because I wanted to get a pump going in case Angel was working. Sure enough, it was him. “Hey Gym boy,” he says, even though I’m probably a few years older than him. “Here’s what we did.” He then proceeds to explain exactly what was wrong with my Mac and what they did to fix it. I could barely focus because his voice was so sexy (Where the fuck is he from?) and also because the way he was leaning on the counter, I can see his denim clad ass in the mirror behind him. While we’re waiting for my credit card to be approved, I consider asking Angel to coffee or something but can’t get up the nerve to say anything. He’s too fucking hot for me anyway. I thank him then head outside to my car. I load my computer into my trunk and when I slam the trunk lid, I see Angel walking toward me with a cocky smile. “Did I forget something?” I ask. “No,” he says. He walks the last few steps to face me before speaking again, this time in a much more hushed tone. “I wanted to catch you because I wanted to invite you to something, a party next month.” What? I was hoping that somehow our paths would cross again, but this I didn’t see coming. “A party?” I repeated. “Like a customer appreciation kind of thing?” Angel laughs. “No, it’s a private party,” he says. I shoot him a confused look. “Look, I fixed your computer,” he says, taking a step toward he and putting his arm on my bare shoulder, his volume lowering to just above a whisper. “I know what kind of dirty stories you read, what blogs you visit, what movies you download.” “I think that’s called invasion of privacy,” I say. “I think we share a common hobby,” he says. I don’t know whether to feel completely violated or totally turned on. “And what’s that?” I ask. He gives my shoulder a squeeze. “Breeding and getting bred,” he says, looking me dead in the eyes. This practically knocks the wind out of me. Just then, a mother walks by with two toddlers, totally unaware that helpful computer dork just called me out on my dirtiest little secret and that we were in the processing of bonding over one common interest; loads in asses. “Look, I gotta get back in there,” he says, handing me a postcard. “If I’m right about what you need, call the number on the bottom of that card.” He’s fucking me with his eyes now. “If I’m wrong, keep living in fantasy land and I’ll see you next time your laptop crashes from all the raw fucking you keep downloading.” It’s not until I get back in my car, that I realize my dick is rock hard and leaking in my shorts. I take a breath and read the postcard. If it was going to be an invitation to some kind of sex party, I expected it to be mysterious and vague. That wasn’t Angel’s style. BREEDHOUSE LA PRESENTS… SHUDDER Join LA’s hottest sex-studs for marathon night of load-swapping sperm-soaked fucking. JULY 24, 2013 THE RULES ARE SIMPLE: NO CONDOMS & NO PULLING OUT. NO LOADS WASTED. IF IT DOESN’T GO UP YOUR ASS, YOU BETTER FUCKING DRINK IT. The artwork is a cartoon of a blond muscle stud being fucked by a darker muscle stud who looks a lot like Angel while a group of other studs watch and wait their turn. Both fuckers are shuddering, heads thrown back in nut-draining ecstasy as the blond begs, “Breed me, fucker. Flood my ass,” and the Latino says simply, “Take. My. Cum. Uuunnnnnnnngh.” In the corner, written in ropy white letters is the artist’s signature; Angel S. Even his signature is made of cum. He’s a man of many talents. Am I brave enough to explore his other ones? It takes me two days to call him. I expect to get voicemail. I don’t. “Hello,” he says. Oh shit, do I hang up or do I talk? “Angel, this is Randy,” I say, my voice quivering. “You fixed my computer.” “I know who you are,” he says. “I was just thinking about your ass in those red shorts and how much I’d like to fill it.” I always thought my ass looked good in those shorts. Nice to have some confirmation. “How many times did you almost call me and then pussy out?” “None,” I lie. “Okay, four.” He scoffs. “Seven,” I say finally. “So I was right about you?” he says cockily. “Yes and no,” I say, fumbling the words as I try to explain myself. “I’m turned on by all that stuff, so turned on I can’t see straight, but in real life, I haven’t really explored that side of myself. Up until a month ago, I was in a monogamous relationship for ten years with a guy who didn’t like fucking. He was just into oral.” “Did Mr. Blowjob know what was on your computer?” he asks. “He didn’t want to know,” I say. “I haven’t been with anyone else in ten years.” “God, I bet you’re so fucking tight,” he says. I don’t know what to say to that. I’m saved from my awkwardness when I hear a doorbell ring on his end of the phone. “Look Randy,” he says, “I want to talk to you more, I really do, but I got a couple from Silverlake coming over here, a blond and a Latino…and the Latino’s going to breed me while I fill the blond with my four-day load. So I can’t talk. Have you thought about the party?” “It’s all I’ve thought about…but I’m not sure—“ “Check your email in tonight,” he says. “I got a proposition for you.” “You need my email address?” “I got it.” “What’s this proposition?” I say. “Just tell me.” The truth is, I just want to keep him on the phone. His voice makes me throb. “I can’t talk now, my buddies just parked…oh shit, they brought the leather, this is going to be so fucking hot, Randy. Fuck.” “Can I watch?” I say, jokingly. Angel laughs. “Hey, wait. Maybe you can,” he says. “You got Skype?” Fifteen minutes later, I’m matching a red-hot threeway unfold somewhere in the Hollywood Hills. Angel hasn’t told other two studs he’s Skyping, but he’s positioned his computer with a nice view of the room. It’s his bedroom-slash fuck-den, complete with black leather covered bed and mirrors all around, and he’s making sure to be real vocal for me. “That’s it, Oscar,” he says when the Latino in chaps and a harness places his fat cockhead at his hot tight pucker. “Just drive it in. Uuuunnnnngh fuck! Don’t move for a second, let me get used to it.” “Okay, that’s a second,” says Oscar, with an evil smile. “I gotta fuck now.” He starts driving his cock in and out of Angel’s hot hole, withdrawing till just the head is inside and then slamming forward smashing Angel forward causing him to grind his hard cock into the bed. “Let me get on my knees, Oscar,” insists Angel. “This grinding is going to make me shoot and I don’t want to cum on the bed.” “That’s right,” says the blond, Ron, who’s in a leather vest and Nasty Pig jockstrap. “What’s the rule?” All three of them say it at once. “No wasted loads.” Angel looks right into the lens when he says that. And then he laughs. I know what he’s doing. He wants that to be my rule, too. He’s going to insist I live by it, too, or he doesn’t even want to fucking know me. No wasted loads. I can imagine him making me recite a manifesto, something like, “If there’s a cock in the room I’m in that isn’t mine, and it’s shooting a load, it’s going in me. It’s going down my throat or better yet—way better yet—up my hot ass. That’s what I was made for.” “And what else?” I imagine him asking. “And if my cock’s shooting its load, it’s going in an ass or a mouth, even if it has to be my own.” As I daydream about this, I make a promise to myself right then that from now on, even when I jack off, I eat the load. No wasted loads. “Oh fuck, I’m getting close and I don’t want to blast yet,” says Oscar. He pulls his drooling 9-inch breeding stick out of Angel’s ass, flips him around and shoves it down his throat. In the same flurry of moment, Ron, who’s 8 inches with fat mushroom head, goes balls deep into Angel in one smooth stroke. The whole switch happened so fast. There was maybe one split second when Angel when he wasn’t impaled on cock. “Fuck, your cock is amazing, Ron,” says Angel. “I can feel that fat head hitting my prostate.” “I want to drench it,” promises Ron. “But not yet.” When Ron pulls out, Angel’s hot fuckhole catches the light. Angel’s ass is already dripping with pre-cum. “I need your cock up my hole, Angel.” “This cock?” teases Angel, poking the head in and out of Ron’s tight pucker. “Is this the cock you want?” “That’s the one,” says Ron. “This cock with the four-day load in it?” says Angel. Ron throws his head back when he hears that news and groans. “Yes,” he says, like a man possessed. Angel’s rock hard 8-inch fuckstick plunges deep into Ron’s ass and he whimpers with pleasure and moans, “Yes, yes, yes, fuck me. Fuck me so deep. God, I need your cock.” “What else do you need?” asks Angel. “I need your fuckload,” says Ron. “I need you to flood my asshole. I need to you breed me.” “Get ready, fucker,” says Angel. “I’m about to reach the point of no return.” What Angel can’t see because of where he’s positioned, but what I can is Oscar priming his dick to go back in Angel’s hole. And it’s not going to come out until it’s drenched those asswalls with DN fucking A. This man, Angel. This man who looked deep into my harddrive and later my eyes, and could see that I had a need, a deep need, that I didn’t have the balls to explore. He’s going to change that. He’s going to break me in and introduce me to the Breeding Brotherhood and in case I think for one second that he’s all talk when it comes to bareback breeding, he’s going to breed one muscle stud on cam for me too see while another muscle stud coats his ass-walls with his creamy white load. And it’s going to happen right fucking now. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming, Ron,” Angel pants, just as Oscar jabs his shiny hot prick back into Angel’s puckerhole. “Oh fuck, Oscar! I was hoping you’d do that. Damn, that fuckstick is going to fuck the cum out of me and right into this fucker’s ass.” “Then do it, dude,” grunts Oscar. “Because I’m breeding you right…..NOW. Ungh…ungh…ungh…ungh…” Oscar keeps grunting with every jet of stud spunk that jets from his cock. “I can feel every squirt,” gasps Angel. “Damn, you’re still shooting.” “You’re pulling it out of me,” says Oscar. “I need cum!” Ron shouts. “Give me that four day load, Angel!” “You want it?” Angel asks. “I need it,” says Ron. “Here…it…CUMMMMS!” bellows Angel while grabbing Ron’s face and pulling him to be eye to eye. “Aaaah…aaagh…take my…cum….I’m…breeding… your….hot….fucking ….hole.” Angel arches back and is about to collapse on Ron with Oscar coming down on both of them, when suddenly Ron, stroking his hot fuckstick, says, “I’m cumming, too, guys. I wanted to breed but I’m fucking cumming. Who’s gonna drink it?” Angel and Oscar knock heads trying to dive onto Ron’s spurting cock but Angel gets their first. Angel takes jet after jet of thick cum, saying, “Mmmm,” with every spurt. After a bit, he pulls off and lets Oscar take over on Ron’s cum-soaked cock. While Oscar milks the last few drops from Ron’s delicious cockhead, Ron throws his head back, closes his eyes and tries to catch his breath. Since both his fuckbuds have their eyes closes, Angel can get away with looking right into the camera. He stares right into my soul and smiles. He heart, which has already been pounding out of my chest, nearly stops when he opens his mouth. He didn’t swallow yet. He opens wide and shows me the huge load Ron shot into him. He looks back into my eyes, swirls it around in his mouth, then points to me and then to the leather bed as if to say, “You’re next, fucker.” Then he swallows. I cum in my shorts without touching myself.

Later that night, I get an email from the address Seed2Swap@gmail. The subject line says, “Once you open this, Randy, you can’t unopen it.” I take a deep breath and open it. Dear Randy, I can tell you’ve got what it takes to be a hardcore breeding stud…but it’s not going to happen overnight. The Shudder party is in two weeks and I want to make sure you’re primed and ready. Meet me at this address tomorrow night at 10 PM 6969 Wood Dr. LA It’ll just be me so don’t freak out. But wear something that shows off that amazing ass. Angel The next night, I spend a full two hours getting ready to meet Angel. I shower, trim, clean out my hole, try on a bunch of different outfits, settling on the nylon Adidas sweatpants I know my ass looks good in. Underneath is a pair of assless Addicted briefs I bought online but haven’t worn because I’ve been saving them for a special occasion. I think this is it. The address is in an industrial section of downtown. It’s a warehouse space but looks totally deserted. I’m about to drive away when Angel emerges from the door, in ratty jeans and a tight T that says I Don’t Pull Out. “Park anywhere,” he says. I get out of my car and meet Angel in the doorway. I read his shirt, then start to give him a hug. He grabs the back of my head and pulls me in for a deep kiss, slipping his hand down the back of my pants and putting a finger up against my hole. “Nice shirt,” I say. “Nice hole,” he says. He grabs my hand and shoves it down the back of his jeans until it finds his hole. He moans. “It’s wet,” I say. “Blame my cable guy,” he says. “He was hot and horny and I wanted free HBO.” I pull my hand from Angel’s ass. The jizz on my fingers catches the light. He shoves my hand to my mouth. “Taste,” he says. I do. And then he kisses me. “Did you cum, too?” I ask. “I could have but I was saving my load for you,” says Angel. That’s exactly what I wanted him to say but when I did, my heart nearly stopped. He leads me to a spot in the center of the empty warehouse where a lone dirty mattress is on the floor. “Why are we here?” I ask. “This is where Shudder happens,” he says. “I wanted you to get a feel for what it’s like for when you daydream about it, which I know you’re already doing. Of course, on the night of the party, it’s darker, there are some fuckbenches and slings set up, more mattresses, glory hole walls…” “Pounding music?” I ask. “No, no music,” says Angel, coming up behind me and grinding his crotch against my nylon-covered ass. “The guys who come to Shudder know that a big part of the turn on is the sounds; cum-filled balls slapping against tight musclebutts, studs moaning in pleasure and pain as they get their guts reamed, saying, “Breed me, fucker! Breed my ass!” Hot tops moaning in ecstasy as they ask they’re bottoms if they’re ready for their hot loads. Studs cheering each other on, shouting, ‘Cum in him, fucker. Breed that boy! Seed his guts! He needs it! Ugggghhhhhhhh.’ I’m telling you, Randy, at the peak of the party, it sounds like there’s a fuckstud getting bred every five seconds.” I get weak-kneed at the thought and nearly pass out, but Angel’s there to catch me. He helps me kneel on the mattress, then kneels with me and starts kissing me. “I can’t even imagine how many loads have gone into asses in this place since we started a year ago,” he says, puling off my shirt. “The smell of the place alone is enough to make you cum.” With that he pushes my face into the cum-stained mattress. “Name a favorite porn star, Randy. “What? Why?” “Just name one and I’ll tell you if he’s fucked on this mattress.” “Chad Brock,” I say. “Yes,” says Angel, pushing my crotch into the mattress. “Matt Sizemore,” I say. “Many times,” says Angel. “In fact we fucked each other on this mattress. I remember him pulling out of me and asking me to spit his load back out of my ass. If you lick the mattress, you’ll get a little of it.” He pushes my head down and watches as I lick. While Angel peels down my sweatpants, I list more of my favorite on screen barebackers; Brad Maguire, Sage Daniels, Dominic Ryder, Jack Allen, Will West, Damien Silver, Chris Kohl, Morgan Black, Sean Storm, Dawson, Drew Sebastion, Kamrun, Damon Dogg, Lito Cruz, Jake Wetmore…with each name, he groans a yes if they’ve fucked here or a no if they haven’t. There are way more yesses than nos. “If you’re a hot guy who lives to breed and you live within a few hours, you’ve swapped loads here.” Angel flips me on my back and pulls my sweats all the way off. My rockhard 7-inch cock snaps up on my belly. It’s already leaking pre-cum. “That’s a pretty dick, Randy,” says Angel. “I knew you’d have a pretty dick.” “Thank you,” I say, smiling. “When was the last time you took a dick in your ass?” asks Angel. I don’t answer. “You can tell me the truth, Randy. I like you. I think you’re sexy. I’ve got a load with your name on it churning in my balls right now. I’m not going to think less of you no matter what you say.” “It’s been over 12 years,” I say, sheepishly. “I told you my ex didn’t like fucking. There was a guy I saw briefly before then and we only fucked and handful of times, but always with condoms.” “With what?” Angel asks, circling my hole with his finger. “Condoms,” I say. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says with an evil laugh. I laugh, too. “So I’ve never bred anyone before,” I admit. “Or been bred, for that matter.” “But it’s all you think about?” he says. “Yes,” I say. “From the moment you wake up till the moment you go to sleep?” “Yes.” “Well, the good news is, before you leave this building, you will have done both at least once. How do you feel about that?” “Freaked out,” I say. “But good. I feel good.” “”Good, because there’s no going back,” he says. In one fluid moment, he stands up, unzips his jeans and shoves his cock in my mouth. It tastes so fucking good. He pulls the back of my head down on it. I feel like I might gag at first but then I get used to it and before long, he’s fucking my face. “You do that good, Randy,” he says. “My cock really likes being in your body. Keep sucking.” While I get used to his cock, he rubs his hands through my hair. “All those years you were shooting your cum into the air, into a wad of toilet paper, onto your stomach. What a waste.” “I don’t want to do that anymore,” I say, pulling off his cock. “I know you don’t,” he says. “I could see that in your eyes when you walked into my computer store.” Angel pushes me on my back on the mattress and climbs on top of me in a 69 position. He goes up and down on my throbbing cock, making me groan in ecstasy, but then pulls off. “Don’t you dare cum in my mouth, fucker.” Then he dives down and sticks his tongue in my hole. “Use lots of spit on my cock, Randy,” he says. “Get it wet for your hole.” Randy climbs off me, strips off the rest of my clothes and looks down at me. I’m laying naked on a mattress that literally hundreds, maybe even thousands, of men have bred on. He pulls a packet of lube out of his jeans, then shucks them off completely. “I’m going to take off my shirt now, Randy, but I first, I want to make sure you have read what it says,” he says. “I got it,” I say. The part of me that’s watching this scene from outside my body can’t believe this is happening, that I’m mustering the courage to live out my the fantasies I’ve kept buried deep inside for so many years. “It’s time Randy,” says Angel, standing above me fully naked, lubing up his giant hardon. “Here’s what’s going to happen: I’m going to stick my fuckstick in your tight asshole. It might take a while. It might hurt. I won’t be brutal but I’m not going to stop until I’m balls deep in your hot ass.” “Okay,” I say. “Close your eyes. It’s going to hurt at first, but keep breathing.” I feel his mushroom head press against my hole. I start to squirm, tossing my head from side to side. “That’s fine, Randy,” he says, “Squirm all you want. But when you turn your head from side to side, just imagine you’re at Shudder and there are hard cocks plunging into hungry asses everywhere you look. Hot studs are shuddering all around you, and they’re shuddering because they’re doing when men were born to do, dropping their steaming hot loads into holes that are literally sucking it out of them.” “Oh God,” I moan, my eyes rolling back in my head. “I’m almost in Randy,” says Angel. “Just five more inches.” “That’s not almost,” I say, laughing through my pain. “Make that four,” says Angel laughing with me. I breathe as deeply as I can, trying to get used to having a dick up there for the first time in twelve years. “I have a problem, Randy,” says Angel. “You’re too fucking sexy and I don’t want to cum without getting all the way in and really pounding you…so I’m just going to shove the rest of it in….now!” “Unnnnngghhhh!” I say, almost blacking out. “Breathe, fucker,” whispers Angel, putting his mouth right up to my ear. “I’m all the way in you now. Balls fucking deep. How does that—“ “Fuck me, Angel!” I gasp. “I’m ready. Fuck me and don’t stop until you shoot your cum inside my ass!” “You got it, fucker,” he says, and starts deepdicking me in earnest. At first, he fucks me in missionary, then he turns me on my side without ever taking his cock out of my ass. “Oh fuck, you’re so fucking tight, Randy. Your ass is like velvet, man. You’re going to get my load soon and it’s going to be so fucking huge you’re going to taste it in the back of your throat.” “I’m ready, Angel,” I say. He flips me back onto my back, picks up his pace and leans into look me in the eye. “I’m ready,” I say. “I’m ready to be like you, Angel. Seed my hole!” “Oh, you’re going to get my seed, fucker,” he says, panting. “You were gonna get it even if you didn’t want it. But I know you want it. I knew it the second I saw you.” “Cum in my ass, Angel,” I say. “Make me yours. Flood my guts!” “Oh God, I’m cumming, Randy. I’m cumming in your hole!” “Breed me, fucker! Breed my ass!” “Unghh! Unghh!” “Oh fuck, I feel it. I’m getting your cum. This is fucking happening! A hot stud is breeding my ass. Oh my God. Oh my God.” “Unghh! Unghh! Unghh! Unghh! Unghh! Unghh!” Each “Unghh!” represents a rope of manseed that’s shooting into my guts, sealing me forever to this man, this man who could see what I needed and was thoughtful enough to give it to me. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” gasps Angel, trying to get his breath back. He collapses on top of me, keeping his dick inside my ass. I use my ass muscles to milk out every drop I can. “Great muscle control,” he says. “You’re going to be very popular at Shudder once the word gets out about you.” Without pulling out of me, Angel reaches to his jeans, pulls out his camera-phone and turns it on. “Keep that exact same look on your face, Randy,” he tells me. “That freshly-fucked, ‘my life just changed forever’ look.” I do as he says. He points the camera at my blissful face then pans down my body. He points the camera at his dick as it slithers out of my cum-soaked hole. He keeps the camera on my hole after he pulls out. “Keep me inside you. I want you to take my cum home with you, Randy, to eat later,” he says. “Like a doggie bag?” I say, laughing. “Exactly,” he laughs. “But I shot a ton so let some of it out on the mattress to commemorate your first breeding, right here on this spot where so many balls have been drained and holes have been bred.” “Is it coming out?” I ask, trying to relax my ass muscles. “No,” says Angel still using the camera. “Wait, there it is. Fuck, man. It’s so white and thick. You’re going to cream when you see this video.” Angel rubs the glob of cum into the mattress, tosses the phone aside, then leans in and licks the wet spot. He crawls back up my body and sticks his tongue in my mouth. I groan as I taste the hot, sweet cum on his lips and tongue. “Is this what it’s like at Shudder?” I ask. “Kind of,” he says. “Only at Shudder you would have had a dick in your mouth while I was breeding you and we would have gotten a standing ovation.” He cradles my balls in his hands and says, “You ready to empty these in my guts?” The experience of getting bred by my fantasy man was so intense I almost forgot there was a part two. “Yes,” I say, getting up on my knees. I grab the packet Angel used then spread all the lube that’s left on my throbbing cock. “There’s not a lot of lube left,” I say. “It’s okay,” says Angel. “I’ve still got the cable guy’s load in there. First time breeding and you’re going to get to fuck in another stud’s load. Stick your cock in in one stroke, Randy. You won’t believe how good it’s going to feel.” I line my hard, raw prick up at his asshole. Looking down, I realize, I’ve never seen my cock touch an asshole without a layer of latex. The thought is intoxicating. “This is what it’s about, isn’t it?” I say. “What what’s about?” Angel asks. “Life,” I say, and I plunge in to the hilt. “Aaaaaagghhhhhh!” “Fuck, Randy, that feels so good,” he says. “Fuck me. Fuck me, Randy, and add to the load that’s already in there.” “I’m not going to last long, baby,” I say. “I’m going to knock up that fucking cunt of yours, Angel.” “And after that, there’s no turning back, stud,” says Angel. “You know that, right, Randy?” “I know it,” I gasp. “You’re going to think about breeding boy butt even more than you already do,” he teases. “I know.” “It’s going to be on your mind all the time; when you’re at work, when you’re at the gym, when you’re asleep…” “I know.” “Fuck, your cock feels incredible,” he says. “You’re a natural, Randy. You were born to be a barebacker, born to take seed and born to give it…” “I was,” I say, hitting the point of no return. “It’s my destiny.” “Then give it to me, Randy! Cum in my ass! Breed my fuckhole!” “You want this cum?” I say. “You want this stud’s load?” “You know I do,” Angel admits. “I’ve wanted it since Day Fucking One. Cum in my ass!” “Here it cums, fucker!” I bellow. “Take. My. Fucking. Spunk! Ungh. Ungh. Ungh. Ungh.” “Fill me up, baby!” he cries. “Give me that hot seed!” The jets keep coming and coming so I yank my spurting cock out of Angel’s ass and point it down toward the cum-stained mattress, adding a few ropes of Randyseed to the legacy of this incredible fuck emporium. Then I shove it right back into Angel’s wet hole. “I can feel it,” he says. “It’s so fucking hot and wet.” I collapse on top of Angel. “Holy shit, that was hot,” I say. “That was amazing, Randy,” says Angel. “I would have never known you weren’t that experienced. You have it in you to be a real bareback fuckstud, Randy, if you want to. You just need someone to help you along.” “Are you applying for the job?” I ask. Angel dips a finger into his ass, pulls out a wad of my cum and brings it to his mouth. He nods yes. “Now, let’s kiss on it.” He kisses me with a mouth full of my own cum. TO BE CONTINUED