Mayhem and Gay Sex During The Pandemic

Jonah’s tiny pink hole opened like a flower, accepting the fingers, swallowing them whole. Jonah moaned and thrashed, moving his ass in seductive circles and looking up at Thad with a challenge in his eye.
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A smaller and more desperate camp was being held by the five men that remained of the raiding party. Two of them were wounded, one with a grazed leg and one with a shattered shoulder-blade. Among them, a Wal-Mart manager, a college student, a mailman, a high school teacher, and a bus driver. Desperate men, not Evil. And desperate men can be persuaded to do terrible, incredible things.
The teacher with the broken shoulder had finally stopped bleeding, but hadn’t woken up either. The mailman with the grazed leg was whimpering with the pain of it, tying a clumsy bandage made with his own sleeve.
“Why did we do that?” The wounded man moaned. “Why the fuck did we do that?” He whimpered as he tugged the bandage shut. “We never should have listened to Calvin, he was insane!”
The college student was pacing the fire. They had a single tent, but it was an unseasonably cold night, so they all circled the fire. He was twitching. He did that when he was excited or angry. “Yeah, that fuck had us attack the place in broad fucking daylight. We don’t have the manpower for a fuckin siege. I’m glad that motherfucker got his brains blown out, they weren’t any use to him alive!”
The bus driver was a timid older man. The manager was a heavy latino man with wet frightened eyes. The student was a twitchy burly overgrown boy with a wispy mustache and bad acne. The mailman was a tall gaunt man who twisted his wedding ring with worry. The teacher was a...