My father didn’t really like anyone and never hesitated to make his opinions known. I was afraid he’d scare Mark away but it was like they liked o...e another immediately.“We packed up what little we had and drove to California. It was such an adventure. School was starting soon and we had rented a small, furnished apartment over the phone that was recommended by the school secretary. When school started we were assigned to different schools but in the same neighborhood, so we rode together and. Chunks of me. When theidea struck me, it was only because of something that Craig had said,about the Ebola virus, and I remembered reading about people 'bleedingout' as their tissue sort of liquefied and they died.I was freaked at first except for two reasons. First, I felt fine. Nofever, no other symptoms, nothing--just a periodic cramping below my beltand then another half-hour of more reading time. And thank God for thebathroom deodorant spray! Second, I was pretty sure that Craig was. “Touch yourself,” she told me. I didn’t wait to see if she meant it, right away I gripped myself and began moving the skin of my shaft up and down. Together, we rhythmically stroked. I’d never done anything like this before; masturbating was something I did at my computer when I was alone. Now, I was relaxed and euphoric, displayed before this random stranger, trading strokes back and forth in a sexual tango. Her hair fell down along her shoulders as she tilted her face to the ceiling and. She fell to her knees. I pushed her face down into the alley cobblestones, unzipped her jeans, pulled them down away from her ass, which was not covered by any panties, spit on her ass hole, and thrust my cock into the exposed pucker. It was tight and it was only lubed with my saliva. I pushed harder and she groaned, but she did not protest. Instead she begged for more. "Oh fucking christ, fuck me, oh god, fuck me harder. I want it. Fuck me Master." I did. Ramming that ass hole was pure bliss..