This is it. The last chance. End of the line. He ignores the thoughts, throws back his head and swallows the black contents.Malcolm swallows hard and ...its forward. Nothing happens. Does he expect something to right away? Hell yes he does. Why wouldn’t it? This is a body altering chemical, one that targets the very core of his being. Or maybe he wants it to work quickly because of all that is at risk. Maybe it will be a slow changing process.Or maybe not.Malcolm feels a weird bubbling coming. As I slid out of bed, my wife still lay asleep, not stirring. I quietly moved to the kitchen and made some coffee. While the kettle heated up, I fired up my PC and immediately logged on to the internet to find hot pics of sexy trannies and smooth, cute CD's. I was in a horny mood.I spent most of the day online. I would have liked to chat with some horny tranny or CD, but unfortunately none were in the chat room. There were some really hot pics of some gurls though. I clicked on several profiles. It started to rain harder, and the trail was pretty muddy and slippery, but I continued on, I came to the large intersection in the trail where it branched off into 5 or 6 smaller trails, and headed up my trail, I came up to another group of guys heading down the trail as I was going up, and they got quiet an eye full as I pasted them. I rounded a turn pretty fast, and slipped just as I pasted them and fell in the mud. The group of 9 guys I had just past heard me fall, and turn and headed. ” I replied, “Hey, I am still at work so it's not too late. Hummmm, right out of the shower, nice clean cock. Not a lot of places for spontaneous but if you want to meet me for a quickie the next place I can think if is a port a john”. Tom wrote, “Well, what port a john would be best?” I was still at work, time was getting late so I told him, “It is 00.24, allow for a couple of more emails, let see if we can meet at 01.00. There are two groups of port a john on Front Street. Let’s meet in.