He is actually a rather laid back dude. He gets more, determined I guess is better. I can see him get angry though, and his strength seemed to increas... as that rage and frustration built. But he never lost control. When the skirmish was over, he was his own goofing and laughing self again. I have been trying to get him to open up, but in most ways, he is a closed book. He never talks about his life before the Night of Madness. No real first name, no last name. Never talks about parents,. Prepare to join the Morpheus Collective. The waking world is but a dream.Elrod would have laughed but for one thing. The e-mail was addressed to his real identity. You see, ElrodW was a nom-de-plume, an assumed personage to hide his real identity. Conservative individuals often did that, he'd discovered, and having a passion for transgendered fiction just wouldn't sit well with some other so-called conservatives. Or with his wife.Elrod felt a taste of panic. This was a strange message, and. I pushed them in between our lips, momentarily shocking him and making him want to pull back from me, but my other hand moved up to block him from twisting away. I firmly cupped the side of his face and fed my cum covered fingers into his mouth. His tongue slid reluctantly over them as his cock jerked against my belly, still hard with arousal despite every shocking word I uttered. Then I slid my fingers into my own mouth, sucking them clean before I pressed my lips against his again, kissing. “Oh, okay.”“Have you ever fingered yourself before?” I asked out of curiosity.“Today was the first time actually, Didn’t know it could feel so good. I just wanted to put more of your piss inside me, and I my asshole sort of beckoned to me hungrily.” Mike told me.“Don’t use soap or shampoo. I had to find out the hard way. Just use the lube we used this morning.”I sat down against the wall and water ran down me in rivulets. Mike sat down on me, my cock between his butt cheeks. I wrapped my arms.