Date: Tue, 16 Oct 2012 16:11:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Black <blackhunk33@yahoo.com>
Subject: Breeding at the Fitness Club--Chapter 3.
Breeding at the Fitness Club--Chapter 3
Promptly at 4 p.m., the doorbell rang. It had to be Marcus. I
checked myself in the mirror to be sure I didn't have something odd
dangling from my face or teeth. With a smile on my face and a growing tent
in my shorts, I opened the door. Marcus loomed incredibly tall on the
porch. He was wearing a skin-tight, sleeveless muscle shirt (woof!) and
severely cut-off sweatpants that snuggly and just barely encased his horse
dick (double woof!). I quickly invited him in.
"For you," he smiled, handing me a bouquet of seasonal flowers and
a bottle of wine. "I wasn't sure what you'd planned for dinner, so the
wine buyer suggested this rosé."
"Perfect! We're having Italian tonight, so nearly anything will go
with that," I assured him, examining the bottle. "And let me put the
flowers in water before they wilt in this warm weather."
He followed me into the kitchen where I pulled a vase out of a
cupboard over the oven and filled it with water at the sink. Adding part
of the packet of "Keep Fresh" that was attached to the bouquet, I trimmed
the flower stems and put the flowers in the vase. Marcus was "helping" by
rubbing his crotch against my ass and working his hands (which he'd slipped
under my shirt) over my pecs, with emphasis on my erect nipples. I left
the vase on the sink and whispered, "You have one hour to stop that. I
have to put the lasagna in the oven then."
His hands moved to my ass and pulled my shorts down enough to
expose my ass, and then pressed his exposed dick that had "accidently"
fallen out of his shorts into my ass trench. His lips kissed my neck and
shoulders before he strayed to my right ear. He knew where my weakness
was. With his hands back on my chest, he breathed hotly in my ear, "I can
do a lot in an hour." I moaned when his fat dickhead pressed wetly against
my hungry asshole. He pulled my shorts down to my ankles, which released
my dick from the waist band and allowed it to splat loudly against my abs
leaving a dollop of precum on me.
I turned around before we got any farther and grabbed his hard
dick. "Follow me," I whispered. "I have a more comfortable idea." With
my hand gripping his monstrous dick and his hands on my ass, we kicked off
our shorts and hurried up the stairs to the bedrooms. The master bedroom
was at the head of the stairs. The bed was already turned down in
anticipation of our tryst.
Flipping on to my back, I grabbed my knees and pulled them into my
chest. "We need to make a baby, Marcus," I winked at him. "Lube is in the
drawer over there."
He looked where I'd pointed and pulled a tube out. "This is for
later," he said of the lube. "I need to get the nursery ready for the
babies." He pushed my legs harder into my chest which raised my ass off
the bed. His tongue zeroed in on my manhole with unerring accuracy. He
munched on my hole for several minutes like it was the best thing he'd ever
tasted.
I wanted more than his tongue in my ass and I told him so, but he
only speared his tongue deeper, ignoring my fervent pleas. "You gotta fuck
me, Marcus," I begged. "I need your big horse dick deep in my ass, pumping
baby batter way up my love canal. Please!" He looked down at me and
smiled, but went back to lubing my ass with his wet tongue.
Finally, he lowered my legs to his broad shoulders and kissed my
nipples, then my lips. There was a vague taste of ass on his tongue. His
throbbing dick pressed urgently against my back door. I grabbed it and
pulled it into me. "Fuck!" Marcus shuddered. "I almost nutted," he moaned
as he pulled out and away from my hand. Creamy nutt oozed from the piss
slit. He smeared it over my hungry hole and pressed the big headed in.
"That's how we make babies," I reminded him. "You nutt up my ass
and presto! Babies! And if that doesn't work, we do it again and again
until it happens."
"Or," he smiled down at me as he pushed his dick deeper up my ass,
"you nutt in my ass until we make babies. I'm willing to try both until
we're parents."
"Oh, yeah," I groaned. "That feels so good. I'm still amazed that
something that big doesn't hurt me."
"Probably, because you're a cum pig who loves to be bred by a big,
black dick," he suggested before kissing me and plowing all the way in.
"See how you are? We didn't even need lube for you to take all of me to
the root." He made his dick jerk inside me, letting me feel how deep he
was. I worked my ass muscles. His body shuddered and he broke the kiss.
"You'll make me nutt too soon," he warned.
"No such thing as too soon or too often," I smiled and squeezed his
big balls with a free hand. "Load me with your baby sauce. You know you
wanna cum in my ass again."
"You want babies, Mike? You're gonna get the biggest load you've
ever had," he promised, slamming his hips forward and burying his semen
launcher. "Big, FUCKIN' LOAD!" he shouted. I felt his dickhead swell and
jerk, and then a warm spray of heavy cream jetted deep into me. Another
followed, and then another as he pounded faster and faster into me. My ass
stretched to take him and swallowed every drop of nutt he pumped into me.
"Take my fuckin' LOAD!" he repeated. More baby batter pumped into me. His
hips kept pounding me, pushing more of his huge load deeper.
"Breed me, Man! Don't hold back. Fuck that ass!" I shouted.
"Give it all to me!" Encouragement was unnecessary. He was delivering all
the nutt he'd stored. As he continued to pound my ass, I could feel some
of his cream leaking from my ass. This was a REALLY big load! When he
finally stopped thrusting hard into me, I said, "I think I'm leaking."
"I'll take care of that for you," he replied, pulling away and
leaning over. His lips and tongue corralled the leakage and shared it with
a kiss. He returned repeatedly to my fucked hole and continued to share.
Occasionally, he'd push his big dick up my ass again and then pull out.
More of his nutt slid out for him to eat.
I was gently stroking my dick as he ate my ass out. "I gotta
nutt," I told him.
"I'll take care of that, too," he smiled, quickly sitting on my
dick. He used some of his cum from my ass as lube to get his ass to open
up. I slipped in easily and buried my dick in his black hole. "I'm gonna
ride you until your dick gives it up and you can't spray any more sweet cum
into me," he promised.
From the way my nuts were boiling, it would be short ride. I tried
to pump his ass with short strokes, hoping that wouldn't overheat my dick.
Immediately, I knew it was a lost cause. His ass muscles were going to
strip my load through my cum pump and into his eager butt. Baby making was
certain with the load I was about to deliver.
"You're workin' me too much. I'll nutt if you don't stop!" I
warned him. He just smiled down at me and continued to stroke me with his
ass. "FUCK!" I bellowed as my dick jerked and sprayed nutt into him. I
plowed hard and deep into him with rapid strokes. With each climax wave, I
sprayed more and more of my creamy juices into him. He ground his ass into
my discharging dick and tightened up even more. Clearly, he didn't want to
lose a drop.
"Give me more babies, Mike! I wanna be bred!" Marcus growled. He
reached back and lifted and squeezed my pumping nuts. His index fingers
slipped up my ass and found my prostate, making me buck and jerk even more.
More climax waves hit me and forced me to spray additional cum into him.
He couldn't get enough and neither could I.
When my climax finally subsided, he pulled off and turned around.
His lips gobbled up my cum-streaked dick and his ass pressed into my hungry
face. With loud piggy noises, we ate cum from dick and butt, going back
and forth until we had cleaned our partner's dick completely and licked as
deeply as we could to capture our copious nutt deposited in the other man's
ass. We must have spent 15 minutes just eating out butthole. It was
delicious and bountiful.
After a quick rinse in the shower, we headed back downstairs. But,
first, he asked me for a tour of the house. "This is a great place," he
admired after we'd returned to the living room on the main floor and had
put our shorts back on. "You've done some great things with it. I don't
mean to pry, but how'd you afford a near mansion like this in this location
on a gym manager's salary?"
"I inherited the house from my grandparents and did some remodeling
to update it. As for the gym, I own it and manage it," I corrected him.
"Wow! You've done really well for yourself. Congratulations."
"Thanks. What about you? What kind of work do you do?" I
wondered.
"I own a home construction and remodeling business," Marcus
replied.
"That must be kinda tough in this economy. How'd you get started
with that?" I asked.
"It hasn't been a gravy train, but I've managed. And I'm a
carpenter by training, but what I was seeing on some of the jobs I was on
made me cringe," he revealed. "I knew I could do better and not charge any
more. So, by word of mouth, I started doing remodeling and that developed
into new home construction. But, I don't have any land inventory, so I
have to rely on the home owner and some advertising at home shows to get
clients."
"What kind of houses do you like to build?"
"Something unique, but still in the style of the neighborhood is
what I do best. However, I don't turn down a home owner who knows what he
wants. That's not to say I won't make suggestions so the house will look
better or the flow inside will be more easily negotiated," he clarified.
"I do best on homes of 2,000 square feet or more. Otherwise, the space is
cramped and the rooms are too small. There are other builders with their
`cookie-cutter plans' that would do a better job for them."
"How'd you get started with carpentry?" I asked.
"That's a long story," he replied.
"I think we have the time," I responded with a smile.
He sighed and collected his thoughts. "It all started in college,
I guess. For a summer job, I worked construction sites as a `gopher'; you
know, `go for this, Marcus, go for that, or bring that over here'. I was
strong, and learned quickly that I had a knack for carpentry. However, I
was going to college and didn't really want to be a tradesman or laborer.
It was just a way to get some extra spending money that would be outside of
my football scholarship."
"You were a star in college, then?" I wondered.
"Well, it was a full scholarship to play football, and I was
drafted into the pros when I graduated in 2000. So, I played
professionally for three years. But, I was second string, always a half
second or a full second too slow to play with the big boys. The first
year, I played about 45 minutes for the whole season. The next year, about
an hour and the third year, I was down to 30 minutes. I could see the
handwriting on the wall. I didn't have a future in professional football.
So, when my contract was up, I split." He paused for a moment. "Oh, I
could have kept playing, even for other teams, but my heart wasn't in it
and injuries were always in the back of my mind. I didn't wanna be a
crippled up 30 year old."
"But, how'd you get into carpentry?" I pressed.
"I'm coming to that. We all have pasts, Mike, and I had a
boyfriend while I was playing in the pros. He was on one of the specialty
teams and we roomed together for the away games. We'd already figured out
that we both liked to fuck with men; so the first time we roomed together,
I fucked him senseless all night long. We were a mess the next day, but
went at it again after the game. Keith and I had separate houses at home,
but for better than a year, we fucked every day. However, we figured out
that it was just sex and kinda drifted apart with only occasional romps.
But, his contract was up when mine was; so he suggested that I move with
him to his hometown and start working for his dad who was a general
contractor. I knew I had the skills and with no better offers, I agreed to
move with him. We're still good friends, even though he has a boyfriend
now."
"I'm sure he still misses you, though," I stated.
"Maybe the sex, but I doubt it. We didn't really have a connection
beyond that," Marcus admitted. "And I know his boyfriend shows a big
package, so I have to assume that he's taking it up the ass from his
boyfriend's big dick."
"And you know he has a big dick because...?"
Marcus laughed. "We've gone cycling together and those bike shorts
don't leave much to the imagination."
"Oh, yeah, that would confirm it," I agreed. Changing the subject
slightly, I said, "I wish I'd known you before I did this remodel," I
signed and then leaned over and kissed him. "I'm sure we could have
arrived at an agreeable price. I already know you do great work," I added
squeezing his dick through his shorts. It jumped in my fingers and started
to grow rapidly. "Do you even have an off switch?" I laughed. "You seem
to always be ready to fuck."
"I can't help that I'm oversexed and that you turn me on so much.
That's not my fault," he pointed out. "Your ass and dick are too
tantalizing now that I know how good you are at using both."
"This big dick has me wondering if I'm not a bottom instead of a
top," I moaned, slowly stroking his expanding dick, "not that I don't wanna
fuck your incredible ass after I eat it out, especially after I've bred
it."
"Talk like that will get you anything," Marcus sighed as he pushed
his crotch into my massaging hand. "Take your shorts off. I wanna eat
your ass out again."
"Only if you do the same," I countered. Our shorts hit the floor
in seconds and we immediately assumed a 69 position on the sofa, tongues in
asses. "I can still taste my load, even after eating you out upstairs just
a few minutes ago. I must have pumped my load really deep."
"I felt your big dick way up my ass when you cut loose," Marcus
smiled over my ass cheeks. "And I can taste my cream, too. I love that
you don't make me hold back on how deep I wanna fuck. You can take my
entire dick and seem to always want more."
"That's because I know that the deeper and harder you fuck me, the
bigger the load I'm gonna get. Besides, I love how you make your dick jerk
and rattle my ass tunnel at the end of each thrust. It's like you want me
to know how deep you're buried in me and how far you're gonna squirt
another monster series of creamy jets up my butt," I sighed. "I've never
met anyone who can nutt as often and as heavily as you do, Marcus."
We resumed eating butt, enjoying the taste and scent of well-fucked
and seeded asses. Eventually, Marcus broke the face- in-ass marathon and
begged me to fuck him. "Don't even think about taking it slow and easy. I
need to be plowed harder and seeded deeper than you've ever sprayed your
nutt before."
Not one to turn down a request to fuck his hard, bubble butt, I got
behind him doggie style and slid my dick between his soaked ass lips. He
moaned with pleasure and pushed back into me, skewering himself on my thick
post. "Your ass gets better and better," I groaned, sliding in all the
way. "And each time I get in there, I know I gotta cum inside. That ass
is so fine, the best bubble butt I've ever been in!"
After a few deep strokes, Marcus warned me, "I gotta have a condom.
I don't wanna ruin this sofa." I pulled out and dashed in to the bathroom,
located a condom in one of the drawers and resumed my position after I'd
eaten his hole for another minute.
As my pace increased, I knew I was getting close. I also knew I
wanted his dick in my ass. So, I told him not to touch his dick while I
fucked him, because I wanted his load in my ass, not in the condom. "I
already know I can't touch my dick with your monster up my butt," he
replied. "But, that breeding post of yours hits my gotta-nutt spot and I
can't hold back. You're just gonna have to nutt quicker in my ass if you
want me not to fill a condom."
I quickened my pace and chewed on his neck as my climax approached.
With a croaked out warning, I started to nutt deep inside him. The harder
I fucked him, the deeper my cum sprayed. My strangled cries of climax were
buried in his broad back, but my dick continued to jerk and pump out cream.
Even though both of us had nutted less than 30 minutes ago, I couldn't stop
even if I'd wanted to. And I didn't want to!
"Stop or I'll shoot!" Marcus gasped. My climax was waning, so I
was able to halt my thrusts. "Turn around fast," he ordered as he stripped
off his condom. I flipped on to my back and pulled my knees into my chest.
He fumbled momentarily to insert his overheated obsidian semen launcher
into my hungry hole. With a relieved sigh, he pushed into me. I felt his
dick jerk three times before he hit bottom. "Fuck, YEAH!" he sighed as his
hips ground his tight pubic hair into my tender asshole. His body jerked
and jerked as his dick throbbed repeatedly inside me. He leaned over and
hungrily kissed me as he flooded my ass with another of his huge loads.
"You could fuck me and breed me all day and I wouldn't complain," I
said as we broke our passionate kiss. He slowly pulled his dick out of my
well-bred ass and sat on my face. His lips closed over my cummy dick and
sucked me clean. Moments later, his mouth was on my ass again, eating out
the cream he's just shot into me. His long tongue worked my last ass nerve
and made me wanna get fucked again.
But, it was time to put the lasagna in the oven with the garlic
bread. The caprese salad was already prepared. I pulled the main course
from the refrigerator and extracted the bread from the foil bag. With the
oven temperature set, I went back to the refrigerator and bent to retrieve
the salad. Marcus knelt behind me and slipped his tongue between my
muscled butt cheeks again. I didn't pull away, but I did close the
refrigerator door.
About a minute later when he stood behind me, he said over my
shoulder, "I could eat my loads from your hole all day long, but I know
there are other things in life."
"Like fucking?" I laughed and grabbed his soft dick.
"You keep that up and I'll fuck you again," he warned.
"I'm so concerned," I mocked him. "But, you know you can fuck me
anytime you want. I love your big dick and huge loads in my ass." I
opened the refrigerator again and pulled out the salad. This time, he
pressed his crotch against my ass and humped me. With his fingers playing
with my dick, I knew I'd get hard again. And we did have about 45 minutes
before dinner would be done. "Let's go back to bed," I suggested. With
the lasagna in the oven, I could take a few minutes for another breeding
session before the garlic bread had to go in.
He took my hand and we headed back upstairs.
We kissed and rolled around on the bed, licking each other in all
the places we knew would turn each other on. Of course, most of that time
was spent eating ass. An unrepentant ass pig was a label we'd never
disavow. I heard the kitchen timer remind me that it was time to put the
bread in the oven, but I wanted to put his dick in my ass oven. Excusing
myself for a moment, I dashed down the stairs, tossed the garlic bread and
lasagna in the oven and raced back up to the bedroom. While I was gone,
he'd rolled over on to this back and continued to stroke his massive dick.
"Please be seated," he smiled lasciviously. Once more, I sat on
his horse dick, slowly swallowing the massive length and girth. "I love
how your ass eats my dick so well, yet you remain tight around my hard
dick." I smiled down at him and begin to raise and lower my ass, fucking
myself on his fuck tube. My dick was rising now that I had his big dick
deep in my butt. His massive phallus hit my magic button. I couldn't and
didn't want it to stop. His right hand stroked me slowly in time with his
dick fucking me.
The creamy juices of his previous loads kept me lubed up. I knew
he'd pump more nutt into me, even though we'd drained each other a couple
of times already. Both of us were severely oversexed and we'd found the
right partner to express that in profoundly physical terms. His hips rose
and fell in a sexual rhythm that my ass loved. The big horse dick plowed
me deeply with each thrust and my ass muscles chewed the length of his
shaft as he withdrew.
"Gotta NUTT!" he roared, slammed hard into me, and held my hips
down so his dick would be fully buried. He pulled back slightly and pumped
me again and again. I could feel his creamy sperm filling me up with each
thrust. Once more, I counted the jets of baby gravy he shot into me. His
dick jerked eight times, propelling big jets of his man juices into my
thirsty hole. I couldn't get enough of this man and his sex sauce.
I leaned over and kissed him. His hands on my ass finally relaxed
as the last wave of his climax subsided. He returned my kiss, but
continued to slowly fuck me. "You're leaking, again," he eventually said.
"I'm sure you remember how to take care of that."
Pulling off his slowly deflating dick, I turned around and gobbled
down his cummy dick. His tongue slithered up my ass and scooped out more
of his load. "You're an amazing cum pig," I finally said, leaving his
clean dick to slowly shrink. He didn't reply, but continued to eat my ass.
I decided his ass could use another cleaning, so I pulled his legs under my
arms and feasted on his asshole. Digging deeply, I tasted more of my load
from the previous mating. It was still good.
The kitchen timer sounded. "We don't wanna burn dinner," Marcus
said rolling away from me. I sighed and knew he was right. But, breeding
him was the most fun I'd had in a long time and I wanted more! And if he
flipped me and wanted to breed my white ass, he could fuck me any time he
needed to drain his big nuts in my ass. However, dinner would burn if we
didn't take a short break.
Over dinner, we talked about his home building and remodeling
business, the men he'd hired and fired, and how hard it was to get
reliable, experienced, skillful help, and subcontractors. I commiserated
having had the same problem with trainers. But now, both of us seemed to
have crews that were a good mix of reliability and skill. We'd fucked some
employees, but it seemed to get in the way of work, so we stopped that.
However, we'd both fallen victim to recent hires that were too hot to
ignore and we'd succumbed to fucking them a few times. In both cases, the
men weren't looking for boyfriends or even fuck buddies. They just wanted
a big dick and load in their asses occasionally. No strings attached.
Considering how oversexed we are, it's no surprise that we hadn't been able
to resist these new hires.
After dinner, we sat on the back deck and finished the bottle of
wine he'd brought. "This is an excellent choice in wines," I said.
"Thanks," Marcus smiled. "And you're an excellent choice in bed
mates; in fact, the best I've ever had." He leaned over and kissed me
gently. "Dinner was good, too," he added as an after-thought.
"I'm hoping you can spend the night," I suggested.
He smiled brightly. "I did bring a small overnight bag, hoping
you'd invite me."
"Was there ever any doubt?"
"There is always doubt when sex partners are involved."
"Not this one," I assured him.
He laughed. "You bring out the worst in me," he admitted smiling.
"With you, I can have the piggiest sex as often as I want it and you're
enabling this bad behavior."
"I don't consider it enabling bad behavior," I contradicted him.
"It's more like I'm allowing you to explore your sexual boundaries.
Gratefully, I haven't found them."
"You are BAD!" he smirked. "And I love that about you." He kissed
me again. "You do bring out the worst in me," he laughed again. "And
you've definitely expanded my sexual boundaries. Before you, I would
reluctantly get fucked if the guy was really hot. I'd always regret it
later for one reason or another. But, with you, I can't wait to get fucked
and seeded again. I've never let a man cum in my ass before you. With
you, it was a necessity!"
"Wow! I didn't think you were that tight with giving up your ass,"
I exclaimed. "I thought you were a top who would bottom for the right guy,
but not really hold back on anything that you wanted."
"I guess I never really wanted to be bred before. You bring out
that part of me I didn't know I had," Marcus explained. "When I'm with
you, I want some part of you to be part of me. Sucking you off just
doesn't do that. I've blown a lot of men and swallowed a lot of loads, but
it wasn't taking them in. It was just getting them off."
"Well, I've taken a few loads up the ass," I revealed, "but I was
young and stupid and I thought the guy really loved me. Truth was he
really wanted to fuck me bareback. As soon as he blew his load up my ass,
he was history. So much for love."
"Don't be too hard on love and yourself," Marcus cautioned. "I've
been in love a couple of times and it was good, at the time anyway. But,
it didn't last, so it may have been infatuation or lust."
"How long did those relationships last?"
"Both were less than six months," he said. "One dumped me for an
older guy with bags of money. The other one I dumped because he was
whoring around and getting fucked by any dick that waved at his ass. It
wasn't as if we were monogamous, but he was just using me as a place to
crash and get fed dick."
"What were they thinking?" I wondered aloud. "You're an incredible
catch. Any gay man with a scintilla of sense would know that. You are
physically amazing, sexually astounding, plus you have a career and a
house. What's their issue?"
"Beats the fuck outta me!" he sighed. "As I pointed out last
night, I am intimidating to a lot of men."
"They just haven't gotten to know you as I have," I suggested,
pressing another kiss on his delicious, full lips.
"Sweet talker," he laughed when we broke the kiss. "That'll get
you additional time in bed with me."
"Hopefully, that means many more times in bed."
"That's the plan." He pulled me into the living room and pushed me
down on the couch. He stretched out atop me and kissed me deeply. Our
bare chests rubbed together, our nipples becoming instantly erect as did
our dicks. After a few minutes of dry humping each other, he pulled my
shorts off and pushed my legs into my chest. His tongue immediately zeroed
in on my asshole and ate me out for several minutes while I whimpered and
begged to be fucked beneath him. My plaintive pleas were ignored.
But, his need to breed couldn't. In one swift motion, he rose from
eating my ass to plugging it with his 10" butt stretcher. The rapidity of
his descent into me caused me to tighten up. However, his thick dick won
that battle as it was already half way in before I could react. I tried to
relax to accommodate him. His throbbing cum cannon buried itself deeply
and pumped out thick, creamy ropes of sperm. I grabbed at his ass with
both hands and held him hard against me. He jerked and panted over me,
releasing jet after jet of his baby batter. If I'd ever wanted a quick
breeding, this moment would be at the top of my list. The time he'd taken
to open me up and prepare me with his tongue had prepared me for the sudden
coupling.
Despite the sudden assault, I was eager to please him, urging him
to fuck me even though his climax was waning. I needed that extra planting
action to seal the deal. He kissed me hungrily as his dick pistoned my
upturned hole. Taking his seed was the most important thing to both of us
now. We couldn't have choreographed it better if we'd planned it to the
last detail.
But, my own climax was racing toward me. There was no holding
back. "I'm CUMMING!" I croaked around a kiss. He quickly broke the kiss
and engulfed my swollen dickhead just as I started to blast. His dick
almost slipped out of my ass as he sucked me dry. I bucked beneath him,
alternately impaling myself on his horse dick and his mouth on mine.
Eventually though, my need to seed overwhelmed my need to keep his dick in
my ass.
With my dick still in his mouth, he turned over me and slipped his
dick into my mouth. We cleaned dick for several minutes before his tongue
strayed into my asshole and ate out his last load. I did the same for him,
but didn't scoop out nearly as much cum as he did.
After another kiss to share the tasty loads, he said, "I love your
cum, Mike, but I like it better after its been up my ass."
I laughed at his crudeness, but agreed with him. My nutt up his
ass tasted better, too.
He kissed me again and looked me in the eyes. "Before we get too
into each other, I think there's something you need to know about my
checkered past," he began. "As I said before, we all have pasts." I
nodded wondering where he was going with this. "I've been in porno films,"
he blurted out matter-of-factly.
I was stunned, but I couldn't help but smile. "Marcus, if you think
that makes you damaged goods, you need to know that I've done the same
thing."
"What the fuck!? Really?" he stammered laughing. "When? How?"