I’d reached out to steady myself and upended a skillet of hot oil on the inside of my left forearm. When I was fifteen, I got a nasty slash on my ca...f from the fin of a slalom water ski, during a particularly nasty wipeout at Elephant Butte Lake.The scars from the broken nose and the hot oil were still right where they were supposed to be. The water-skiing scar was not. If I was putting the pieces together correctly, that meant my body was as it had been when I was fifteen, making me about five. I grab the bottle of baby oil sitting on the night stand and dribble some across my shaved pubic area, then across my shaft and onto my balls. Massaging in the oil, my hand glides back and forth in long smooth strokes. I start to rotate my hands one following the other stroking upwards then back down trying to draw the seamen out. The head of my cock glistened as pre-cum pushes from the tip. My eyes are closed and my stroking starts to pace itself faster. The gentle tingling in my balls telling. Johnny sat on the sofa nursing a cold beer. There was soft harpsichord music playing in the background and the smell of jasmine incense in the air."Relax, John. I go through this with every fellow the Alphas send over. Yes, I most certainly am gay. No, there's nothing to worry about. No, I won't rape you. In fact, I won't do anything at all that you're uncomfortable with. As far as I'm concerned, you can get up right now and just walk out the door.If you want my autograph on your butt, John,. One day while I was scanning the available chat rooms I saw one room titled ”want to be taken.” I joined the room and noted 26 males in the room. There were a couple females in the room and I checked their profiles. One was definitely not looking for a real situation but on-line chat only. The other female had a newer account profile which made me suspicious, but her profile said that she wanted to be taken, controlled. That sounded similar to what I was looking for. I typed that I was a SWM 26.