It was warm and silky and coated my mouth and throat. I swallowed his cum. I felt as if a door had opened, no sense in not being gay now, I thought, I...have swallowed cum, no going back now. It was freeing. I relaxed, my whole body relaxed. I continued to lick and suck his beautiful cock as it slowly went limp and milked every drop of cum out of him. I loved every minute of it and couldn't get enough. It was Steph that suggested we go back into the other room. When we we walked out, there were. In other words, she treats me like a pet which is, perhaps, an apt description of my new role aboard this fantastical vessel. I am, in truth, little more than a test subject to her. She takes samples of my blood and monitors my vital signs several times a day, making arcane notes of her hypothosis and conclusions upon what I believe to be some sort of thinking machine – an artificial intellegence housed in a metal box and controlled by keys not dissimilar to a typewriter. At first I believed. She would get them to bend over so that she could see their assholespeeking out between their tight buttocks. Alice was obsessed with femaleasses. She got up and went to the kitchen. There she found some olive oiland a large zuchini. Excited, she hurried back to her position in front ofthe mirror. She put some oil on her fingers and slowly pushed them back into her asshole, watching intently as her asshole stretched around herfingers. She imagined that it was one of the girls doing it for. It was very sad for me. I’d undoubtably miss him and although I wasn’t in love with him we’d had such a journey together that I’d never forget him even if we never had any ‘real’ time together again.I now knew so much more about sex. About how to get the most out of it. How to wank myself, how to wank a boy and, now, how to fuck. I realised, also, that I needed to have lots of sex if I could. I desperately wanted to see, fondle, rub and suck boy’s cocks and, especially, have them insert them in.