Stan Whittier had been on his own now for five of his twelve years of life. He'd been in and out of two orphanages and six foster homes, and his latest foster parents had just had their first baby. Stan had been through that before, and he knew what would come next. Having a foster kid was fine, until you had your own baby in the house. Then you suddenly didn't have time for the social worker visits, paperwork, and, of course, the kid. So he left.

He was picked up three hours later by the police. He told them his name was Diego, which was the name of a biological son of one of his early foster homes. Diego had been okay, and had taught him how to speak Mexican instead of the Spanish they taught at most of the schools he attended. Stan wasn't sure of his heritage, but his height ruled out the likelihood of his being Hispanic. He had slightly darker skin than most whites and guessed he was maybe Italian.

Stan refused to tell them anything other than the name Diego, and cussed at them in fluent Mexican. It was assumed that he was probably in the country illegally, and therefore a federal problem, so when two agents of the government showed up with papers claiming him, the police were happy to let them take him.

An hour later, he was in a building on the other side of town. He was taken to a room and told to strip, and once naked, his clothing was removed from the room. Then he was left alone for a few minutes before another boy about his age was brought in and also ordered to strip.

"Nice dick," the boy said after the orderly left the room. "Do you like mine?"

"Just stay away from me," Stan said as he moved as far from the boy as he could. The room was warm, and had two doors, one of them was locked. He peeked out into the hallway outside the unlocked door, but all he saw was several more doors along the passageway. The room had a short couch, a standard medical exam room bed, and one chair, and since the other boy was on the chair, Stan made himself comfortable on the couch while wishing the kid wasn't staring at him.

The kid was uncircumcised, just as Diego had been, but the kid was playing with it, and Stan looked away as he got it hard.

"Come on, you can touch it if you want," the boy said. "Or I'll play with yours."

In another room were three people, a boy of thirteen, and two adults. One of the adults was wearing a Standard medical lab coat with the logo 'J.M.S.' on the front pocket.

After watching the monitor in room 8 for several minutes, the man said, "I think we can rule out him being queer. His dick is flaccid and he doesn't appear to have any interest in our actor."

"As long as he is healthy, he should make a good test subject," the doctor said. "No last name, nobody looking for him, and the police think the feds have him. I'll have the orderly get our boy out and send in the nurse. Once she is done, I will go and examine him and apply the test medicine."

The doctor made the call and a moment later an orderly opened the door. "Anthony McCoy?" he asked, and the boy stood up.

"They put you in the wrong room. Come with me please." He left with the boy, and a minute later the door opened again and a nurse came in.

"Hello," the nurse said. "No need for that, I've seen them before," she said when the boy covered his groin with his hands. "How about you have a seat on the exam table for me."

"What is this about?" he asked.

"I don't really know," she said. "I'm just here to get a couple of samples and your vitals." She put a blood pressure cuff on his arm, and got his blood pressure. Then she stuck a thermometer under his tongue for his temperature.

"Now I need to draw some blood," she said. He winced as the needle penetrated a vein in his right arm and she drew two vials of his blood before putting a gauze pad over the spot and then a band aid over that.

"Okay Diego, I'm not sure how you feel about this, but I need a sperm sample. You are either going to enjoy this or hate it, but I need to get the sample, so lay back and let me do all the work."

It was very awkward to have a nurse jack him off, but he did produce the sample she needed. He'd have been even more embarrassed if he had known that two men and a teen boy had watched her get the sample.

"Okay, wait here and the doctor will be here in a jiffy," she said.

He didn't have to wait long before a man in a lab coat came in. "Hello Diego, I just have a few things and soon we will have you on your way. This is all standard procedure." He had Stan turn his head and cough, and then rolled Stan's balls around inside his ball sack. Then he ordered the boy to stand up and bend over the table.

Stan heard the snap of gloves and knew what was coming. He'd had a physical before. With his back turned, he didn't see the doctor stick one finger into a container before sticking it into his ass.

Back in the adjoining room, the doctor returned to the man and boy. "It takes about five minutes, so we'll wait three and then send him in to the other room and see what happens."

"So, this serum will cure homosexuality?" the other man asked.

"Oh, no, we are far from being able to do that at this time," the doctor said. "This is helping us to understand homosexuality. We're getting closer and closer to learning what genes cause the disease. This serum hopefully will make a non-homosexual desire same-gender contact. That is why we needed to make sure we were positive he wasn't gay."

After three minutes had passed, the doctor picked up a phone and when the other end was answered, he said, "It's time, send Diego into the next room."

The nurse entered and said, "You are to wait in the room next door." She pointed to the other door. She unlocked it and Stan stepped through, surprised by what he saw.

A boy lay on the table in the room. He was totally naked, and his eyes moved to follow Stan, but he didn't speak and otherwise appeared to be totally relaxed. Stan stood next to the table and saw that the kid had a two-toned cock. The upper half of the circumcised two-inch dick was the light tan of his tummy; the rest, including the glans, was a pale pink. Stan guessed the boy was at most on the very first rung of the puberty ladder.

In the adjoining room, the doctor had changed the camera view to the new room. The boy on the table had been given a mild sedative, one that relaxed him completely but left him just conscious.

"Don't worry, your son probably won't remember a thing," the doctor said. He observed Diego, who had taken a seat on the floor in the corner of the room. After a few seconds, he said, "I think the drug is starting to work."

Stan suddenly felt attracted to the boy. Not the boy himself, but his dick. It looked interesting, even inviting to him. He didn't understand why; boys, especially pre-pubescent boys, had never held any sexual interest to him beyond general curiosity.

But for some reason he now wanted to touch this one. He stood up and gently grasped the boy's penis, lifting it up and revealing his tight little sack and the two small marbles it contained. He leaned over and smelled what he had in his hand, and the smell drove him to go further.

"He's going to do it," the teen boy said as he watched the kid fondle his brother.

And the teen was quickly proven to be correct, as Stan took the tiny penis into his mouth, tasting the flesh, enjoying the smell and the feeling it gave him. The penis began responding, and Stan started using his tongue to stroke the smooth head while his lips slid up and down on the shaft, which had now grown to nearly three inches long.

"Shit, even the Mexican kid has a boner," the teen said as he rubbed his own erection. "Jerry must be in heaven."

"Your brother barely knows what's happening to him," the doctor said. "His body is just responding to the stimulation in a natural way. However, if you don't mind your father and I watching, you are free to go in there. I'd like to see how Diego reacts to you."

Josh King looked at his dad, who told him it was okay. It would be embarrassing, but it wouldn't be the first time his dad had seen him naked and hard. And as he watched Diego working on Jerry, he knew he wanted to get his own blowjob from the Mexican kid.

"Go to the first room and strip, and the nurse will let you in to the adjoining room," the doctor said. Josh was so hyped up over the potential blowjob from a boy who wanted to do nothing more than satisfy him sexually that he never even considered that the nurse would see him. He paused, just before leaving the room. "Can I fuck him?"

His dad was about to say no, but the doctor spoke first.

"You can fuck him if you want, but be sure to use plenty of Vaseline. There is a container in the drawer to your left."

Josh opened the drawer and took the tube with him. Mr. King questioned the action.

"I'm not sure I want both of my sons involved. Jerry won't know what happened, but Josh isn't sedated." He didn't say the real reason why he was uncomfortable. If something happened it could interfere with his source of income.

"Let him have some fun," the doctor said. The serum is still in the other boy's anus. I want more subjects for testing, and Josh will work just fine. Unless he is gay."

"I don't think so," Mr. King said. "In fact, I'm absolutely positive he isn't queer."

"Neither is Diego," the doctor said. "Well maybe for the next 36 hours or so he will be if the serum lasts as long as in the tests on lab animals."

Josh left and hurried to undress. The doctor must have been watching because the moment he took his boxers off the nurse came in. She gave an admiring look at his four-and-a-half-inch long penis and then opened the other door.

Jerry was jerking up and down as Diego continued his lip-tight stroking of the shaft and tongue lashing of the head. The younger boy wasn't even aware that he'd had three orgasms already, but all his body had managed to produce was a single drop of watery cum.

Josh walked around the side of the room, smearing Vaseline on his boner as he walked. He got behind the kid sucking his brother off and wrapped his arms around him. At first the kid seemed startled, but Josh slowly drove his dick into the crack between the boy's twin globes and straight into the tight hole beyond.

"It hurts," Stan said. "Go slow."

For Josh, it was music to his ears. Diego hadn't asked him to stop, the boy wanted it. He tried moving slower, but the desire overrode the idea, and he pushed forward until the head of his dick slid inside.

"Ahh, that hurt, but it's better now," Stan said. He moaned a few more times as the older boy caught on to how fucking worked and started driving in and out, increasing his tempo.

"Oh, shit, this feels so good," Josh said. "I'm going to cum." And he did, flooding Diego's insides with his cum. When the last burst was done, he pulled out, his dick already deflated.

When the kid released him, Stan turned to see what he looked like. He saw a teen, not much older than him, and the kid had a nice dick swinging between his legs. At first, he was shocked to think that about another boy. But then his libido took over, and he hurried to get his lips around the longer dick, quickly getting it hard again.

The doctor and Mr. King watched as Diego sucked and sucked on Josh's appendage. The older boy had shot twice, and still the kid was sucking. One hand was slowly playing with his balls, and he was so spent that it was starting to get uncomfortable. He had to pry the lips from his dick.

"I think the dose I used is a bit too strong," the doctor said. "Are you still interested in funding the experiment?"

"You bet!" Mr. King said as he adjusted the front of his pants. He could see his oldest boy trying his best to get away from the clutches of the twelve-year-old. This might be useful to improve his income stream if Josh would go along with it. "And I want as much of that serum as you can spare, including some in the too-strong dosage."

"It costs $300 a dose," the doctor said. "I can let you have, say, six doses of the watered-down version and maybe two of this one. And please, let me know how long this dose lasts."

By this time, the drug had also entered Josh's system, and suddenly he wanted the boy's dick more than anything. He couldn't stop the kid from sucking on him, all he could do was sixty-nine the brown boy.

After watching in amazement for twenty minutes, Mr. King realized he had to go in and separate the two boys. His son had shot at least six times, and was on the verge of collapse. And he'd made the kid shoot almost as much, which had caused the preteen to wear down too.

With help from the doctor, they finally got Josh and Diego separated.

Mr. King had hoped for something like this, but he needed it to be more controlled. And to last longer. This one was too much to be believable.

That night at home, Mr. King put Jerry to bed. Josh was already in bed sleeping, and Diego was locked in the basement. Now it was his turn.

The boy's desire from the drug was clearly gone, and Diego looked at him with fear showing. "I'm so sorry sir, I don't know what came over me. I never did anything like that before, and it won't happen again, I promise. I want to go home now please."

Mr. King smiled. He knew it was going to happen again. Not as strong, but it was going to happen. But right now, he had a different need.

"You are part of a medical study. You've been injected with a drug, and you need regular injections or it will kill you. You told the police you don't have a home, that you live on the street, so how about if you stay here in my house for a few days until the testing is done. Then we will give you money and clothes and take you to any city or country you want to go to." Mr. King didn't feel the least bit guilty for lying so brazenly to the boy.

"I didn't agree to any medical testing," Stan said. But the news that he could die without the injections made it necessary for him to stay. What he had done to the little boy and to the teen was beyond his understanding. He'd never had sex with anyone, but boys were not his thing. Yet, even the memory of it caused his dick to stir.

Another problem was that the man had locked the basement door; he had tried it. And it wasn't a typical door, it was made of metal and set in a steel frame. There were no windows in the basement, and he was still naked. For now, he had to stay.

"Josh is already sleeping, but I thought you and I could be together. Come upstairs to my room. I want you to do with me what you did with both of my sons. Unless you want me to tell the police that in the night you raped my two boys."

"Your older son fucked me, not the other way around," Stan said.

"I didn't see you complaining though. And who do you think the police will believe? Besides, the drug is still in your body, and without the counter medication, you will begin to have pain down there. Very bad pain. You will get the medicine to prevent it tomorrow, but only if you behave. If not, I'll let you feel the pain for a few hours until you are ready to follow orders."

Stan was not big on pain. He knew that as soon as it started to hurt, he'd be begging for the medication to stop it. He hated the man, and felt sick from the idea of having a sexual encounter with the guy, but he didn't have a lot of choices.

Thirty minutes later, Mr. King moved the sleeping boy from his bed and onto the floor. It had been easy to sneak the sleeping pill into his mouth. The blowjob had not been the best one he'd ever gotten, but it was good enough. And he had plenty of time to make use of the boy. But it was a lot more fun to do it when the kid was not feeling gay. He decided he would only use him when he was on the queer drug if he really wanted it.

The next morning, Mr. King woke Diego and escorted him to the basement. Then he went to check on Jerry, who was just waking up.

"How you doing buddy?" he asked the eleven-year-old.

"I had a dream," the boy said. "I dreamed that Josh was sucking my peter."

"It was just a dream, I'm sure," his dad said. "Josh loves you, but not enough to do that."

"That's the truth," Josh said, standing there in the doorway in just his boxers. His dad noted that they were tented out and raised his eyebrows.

"Just a piss erection," the boy said. "I just heard you in here with Jerry. I don't think I'll be able to jack off again for a week."

His dad followed him out of Jerry's room. "There isn't any reason for you to jack off at all. I bought some of the serum."

"Honestly dad, it was good at the start, but it was too much. My balls are still sore. And when did you or the doctor give me the serum? That was crazy. You know I'm not gay, but I remember I couldn't get enough of his dick. I don't think I could go through that again."

"You gave it to yourself when you fucked the boy. It was still in his ass, and it got onto your dick. The doctor said not to let it get on your skin, but you wanted to fuck him too much to think of that."

"You could have stopped me," Josh said.

"But now you know better and you'll be more careful with it in the future. We are going to use the medicine to make some great videos."

"I told you, I can't take that again. The kid was too horny."

"What if you had three or four of your friends here to enjoy it with you?" his father asked. "Then it wouldn't be just you. The serum is expensive, but how much would some of the richer kids pay to get sucked dry?" Besides, I only bought a little of the powerful stuff. Dr. Hugo had some that is less potent. We'll need to test it out on him."

"Dad, I'm spent, I don't know how long it will be before I'm ready to cum again," Josh said.

"You're thirteen. You'll recover by lunch time. And Diego can help us with the movies, that's where the real money is coming from. Enough to buy all the stuff you enjoy."

His son was gripping his dick. "I've got to pee, but we'll see. Where is Diego?"

"Basement," his dad said. "Go pee, I hear Jerry coming."

By the time lunch was over, Josh realized his dad was right. He had recovered. And he had a certain horniness for more action, as long as it wasn't like last night. He hated making the movies, but loved the lifestyle it gave him. He wondered how many dirty old men had watched him jack off in the last year. But now his dad had an idea that watching the other kid suck him off would pay a lot more, and he liked the idea of more money.

Jerry had been around the corner and heard his dad mention movies. He knew that once every couple of weeks he and Josh locked themselves in the den, and he'd listened at the door as his dad gave what were obvious stage directions. And he knew enough about stuff to know what the other words meant. So today, he had a plan. He had a friend over and asked if the kid wanted to see something cool. The other boy was into cool, and right after lunch they went into the den and hid inside a closet.

Jerry's dad and brother came in shortly afterwards. His dad opened a drawer close to where he was hiding and took out a white plastic tube. "This is not the stuff the doctor used yesterday, this is the weaker stuff. It lasts longer, but he shouldn't be so badly out of control."

"How do I do it?" Josh asked. "Spread some on my dick and let him lick it off?"

His father laughed and said, "Have you already forgotten what I said? No, take this and tell him it is the medicine he needs to keep from being sick. Tell him to stick a finger in and rub it inside his ass." He handed his son the white tube. "Then just wait five minutes and bring him up. I'll have everything ready. Oh, and don't let Jerry see you, I don't want him involved in this yet."

That caught Jerry's attention, and he waited to see what would happen next. His friend was just as interested as he was. It took a long time to an excited eleven-year-old boys' sense of time, but in real time it was less than ten minutes before Josh and another boy came into the room. Josh was dressed and had the white tube with him that he put down on the counter. The other boy was naked. And his thing was standing straight up and jerking all around.

"Everything is ready, I'm going to let you manage it on your own," his dad said. He left the room, and Jerry and Simon looked out from the hiding space. They were surprised to see his brother getting undressed. It wasn't the first time Jerry had seen Josh naked, but he'd never seen him with his dick poking up like the other boy's dick was. And for Simon, it was a very interesting first time.

"Over here," Josh said. "Suck it, and don't stop until I say so. And swallow every drop."

"I will, let me at it," Stan said. He didn't understand it. He wanted to taste that dick, to drink the dick juice that was inside it. He wanted to do it, and leaped at the chance.

"Go slower, make it last," Josh said. Jerry couldn't believe his eyes. It was just like his dream, except the other boy had his brother's thing in his mouth and was making Josh moan. One thing he was sure of, his brother wasn't in pain. He was moaning because it felt good.

"I'm cumming," Josh said, and Stan pushed deep against him as he took all of the older boy's dick into his mouth. He swallowed as fast as the boy ejaculated it, not wanting to miss a single drop. When it was done, he used his lips to lick the shaft clean.

"Hang on for a minute, I need to rest and then we're going to do that again."

But for some reason, Stan couldn't wait. He changed his angle of attack slightly and began working from the side, running his tongue in long strokes that started from the base and ended at the tip.

Josh caught his breath as his dick rose to full strength again. He was ready, and there was no stopping the other boy.

After his second major cum in less than half an hour, Josh needed a break. And he needed to know if his father had got it all on the cameras.

"Go wait in the basement, I'll come down soon to get you," Josh said. Diego looked heart-broken, but he left and Josh went out behind him.

Jerry waited until both boys were gone. He decided now was his chance. He and Simon climbed out of the hiding place and Jerry grabbed the white tube.

"I've got the stuff my brother used, do you want to do what they did?"

Simon was always interested in trying things, especially things he knew he wasn't allowed to do. But he wasn't sure about this, so he asked, "How about if I do it to you first?"

Jerry decided it would be okay and handed his friend the tube. He dropped his shorts and bent over to allow Simon to put it in his ass.

"How's it feel?" Simon asked.

"Cold," Jerry responded. "Nothing special. It doesn't hurt or anything." Then he remembered, it took time before it worked, whatever that meant.

"You got to use the stuff on me, so you have to suck my dicky first," Jerry said.

Simon shrugged his shoulders. It sure seemed like the two older boys had enjoyed it.

He started doing what the other boy had done without a great deal of interest or skill. But he was just about to say it was his turn when suddenly the serum that had been absorbed into his finger kicked in. At the same time, the dose he had put in Jerry's butt also affected him.

Suddenly, both of the eleven-year-old boys wanted more than anything to taste each other's dicks.

Simon had an idea, something his cousin had once called a sixty-nine. He remembered the description of how it was done and couldn't understand why he had thought it was gross back then. It seemed the perfect way for he and Jerry to have some fun. And that was how Josh saw them when he glanced at the computer screen in his dad's room. He noticed that Simon still gripped the tube of serum in his right hand and pointed it out to his dad.

"What are you going to do?" he asked.

"I don't know. But this video will sell for a lot more than the one that you and Diego just made." They watched as the two boys continued. The two faces, what could be seen of them, looked happy. Very happy.

"I have an idea," Mr. King said. "Dr. Hugo wanted another test subject. I think we have one for him."

"Jerry? Dad, he's only eleven. I don't even think he cums yet."

"Yeah, but look at those two go at it. I think it is time to introduce Diego to Jerry and his friend. And I need to call Simon's parents and tell them he wants to spend the night. Dr. Hugo thought the effects of the serum might last as long as 36 hours and we can't send the boy home ready to hump anything with a penis."

"Thirty-six hours? Dad, he's drained me already. I can't keep putting out for a day and a half."

"Okay then, call a couple of your friends that you are sure won't mind a free blowjob. And how about David and Kelly Carpenter? They can help out with your brother and Simon." David was eleven and his brother Kelly twelve.

Josh hurried to the phone and quickly made several calls. Within minutes, his three best friends, Frank, Eugene, and Glenn, were at the door.

"Man, you look beat," Frank said. "You feeling alright?"

"I'm just worn out from this kid my dad brought home," Josh said. "He's an illegal, but man, he's a sex addict. If you want blowjobs, go to my room and get undressed and I'll have him there in a minute. But I warn you, he just won't quit."

"Sounds too good to be true," Glenn said. He heard a noise and glanced into the den. "What the fuck?" he exclaimed as he saw Jerry and Simon laying mouth-to-dick and going at it.

"What can I say?" Josh said. "My brother caught it too. I've got some of his friends coming over in a minute."

Within minutes three thirteen-year-old boys were in Josh's room getting the best (or only) blowjobs of their life while a small group of eleven and twelve-year-old boys were in the den getting the same from Jerry and Simon.

"Dad, I feel a bit weird," Josh said.

"Man, the videos are going to make us rich," his dad said. "I wish I had a camera in your room." He turned and looked at his son. "What's the problem?"

"I don't know, I think I'm going to go to my room," Josh said. But he did know what was wrong. His best friends were naked and having fun, and he wanted to join in. Diego couldn't take care of all three of them at the same time.

He entered and saw that Glenn was getting sucked while Eugene was driving his dick into Diego's ass. But that left Frank.

"Come here Frank, let me take care of that thing for you," Josh said.

"Say what?" his friend asked. "You don't mean…"

He couldn't finish as his best friend began sucking his dick. Something strange was going on, but right then it was so good that Frank figured he'd enjoy it for now and sort it out later.

Diego and Josh wore out the first three friends, so Josh called in six more. It wasn't until several hours later that he and Diego were so worn out they fell asleep across each other.

Meanwhile, downstairs in the den, there were nine boys going at it. Most of them didn't even shoot, but they still enjoyed the feeling. Mr. King started to feel like something was wrong.

The phone rang, and he answered it. It was Dr. Hugo.

"Mr. King, I made a mistake," the doctor said rapidly. "I gave you the wrong serum. The stuff I gave you is easily absorbed into the skin. If your son gives Diego a dose and then gets a blowjob, Diego's saliva will contain the drug and be absorbed into Josh's blood. Do you understand what that means? For the next two days, any contact Josh has with other boys will spread it further. Mr. King, are you still there?"

"We have a problem," Mr. King said. He explained the problem.

"You need to keep all of those boys in your house," Dr. Hugo said. "If they get out and start infecting other boys it will spread like wildfire."

"I think its too late," Mr. King said. "I don't even know how many boys have been here and left to return home."

Stan had managed in the confusion to steal some clothing and a tube of the cream he needed to keep him alive before leaving the King house. He wasn't sure at first where he was going, and travel was somewhat dangerous. But by the time the serum had left his body he found himself at a building he recognized.

There was a guard at the door, but he was busy with another man and it was easy for Stan to get inside. Much of the building was empty, but there were people pushing carts of papers into the elevator. It went down, and Stan found a stairwell. In the basement, other people were taking the stacks of papers and documents and running them through a shredder. He grabbed what he could without being seen and left, retracing the route first back to the jail and then back to his foster parent's house.

Later, after reading the papers, he found that they explained the purpose and use of the serum and where the research was headed. He now understood he didn't need what was in the tube to keep him alive. Mr. King had lied about that. And he learned how the serum was being spread with no control. He needed to pay back what had been done to him.

His foster parents had been searching for him everywhere and were glad to have him back. He lied to them, telling them he went back to another foster home he'd been at, but the people there had moved.

"I thought you'd love the baby and not have time for me," he said. "It's happened to me before."

His foster parents decided they needed to prove that wasn't going to happen to him this time. Four weeks later, he was adopted by them.

The press named it the Gay Flu. Nearly half of the country was affected, primarily boys between the ages of 10 and 16, but more than enough adults caught it that it spread to them as well.

It took the CDC and federal troops over a month to separate the infected from the non-infected parts of the population, but even then it kept showing up in towns. People were screaming for a vaccine, and entire stadiums were filled with boys having sex until they were too weak to continue.

What ever was causing it, doctors realized that it passed from the body after 36 to 48 hours. That then raised questions about sewage treatment centers and whether or not it was killed there. Suddenly people worried that swimming in rivers, lakes, or oceans might expose them to it. And scientists still didn't even know if it was a virus or a bacterium.

Dr. Hugo and his staff stayed low. All of the documents had been destroyed. The CDC didn't understand it was spread by manufactured genes, not a virus or bacteria. And Hugo thought it best to not correct that mistake.

It took a month without a new outbreak before they were sure it was gone. Travel restrictions were lifted, and those who had been infected were being returned to their homes.

Stan had one last thing he wanted to do. One item that needed closure. Shortly after his adoption he snuck out one night and returned to the King house. There was no alarm system in the house, and he found an unlocked window and entered. He went to the bathroom and picked up Josh and Jerry's toothbrushes. He opened the white tube he had taken when he left and smeared a glob of the stuff across the bristles, then put them back in the holder. Then he went to where the videos had been made and figured out how to turn on the cameras and set them for motion detection.

The next day, news of a new outbreak scared the hell out of the population again, but this time the government reacted quicker and was able to isolate it before it got out of control. The source was quickly determined to be coming from one house, and in the ensuing search, a stack of papers and a video were found. On the tape were three events. The second showed Josh and two of his friends having an orgy. The third showed Jerry and a group of four young boys doing the same. But the first recording was the one that Stan had made.

With his face well hidden by a deep shadow, he left a message.

"Diego loves you all, especially Dr. Hugo at a place known as J.M.S. He created the virus to make the world decide to eradicate gay people. Think about that. He caused millions of straight kids to temporarily become gay just to try to make people hate gays. But all the boys who were contaminated sure did have fun. And who knows, maybe some of them are still interested in other boys. I left papers that explain it all. Think about who the real threat is. Diego out."

The public had been clamoring for laws prohibiting being gay. Several politicians had been elected to office with that as their platform. With the release of Stan's portion of the video and what was found in the papers he had left, the mood of the public changed. It wasn't gays who were the problem. It was the fools who thought they could eliminate one of the very few groups of people who did not procreate. In a matter of weeks, those who wanted to outlaw homosexuality were voted out of office.

Stan still had the tube. He thought about using it from time to time, but never did. He wondered if it had a shelf life. Then one day he decided to just toss it in a dumpster. He liked girls. He always had. He didn't need a tube of gay flu.

The End