The name is Jack. Unless you've been living under a rock or have been in a coma for the past year, you know that after just over a year of politicking and lobbying, BLAM has been passed. That's right, the Boy Lust Abatement Measure has finally been voted in by the House and Senate with President Moretti allowing it to be made into a federal law with a simple signature. 2013 is a year full of changes for sure, and many are taking full advantage of it. But I am getting ahead of myself.

As I said, my name is Jack, Jack Rossi and if you told me a year ago I'd be a raging fag who routinely fucks boys a decade younger than me, I'd tell you you were full of shit. Sure, I was like you once, straight, macho, an alpha-dawg, banging bimbos in every state and not calling them back. There wasn't a single night I didn't have my guts-rearranger in some broad's snatch, ass, mouth or between her tits. But once this mandate got passed I realized something... That women are shit at everything. I mean, I knew that before, I had yet to come across one that was marriage material, sure there are friendly ones out there, but nothing compares to the feel and personality of another male. Not that I didn't enjoy planting my 6'3'', 235 lbs frame on top of some tanned skank, crushing her between the floor and me while I wrapped her intestines around her kidneys with my dick (figuratively speaking), hell, those were some of the best cumshots I've ever had, but the first time I had se x with a male, I wanted to slap myself for missing out on it for these past 27 years.

Now, I ain't a romantic or anything, but men actually listen to you and they aren't judgemental about other guys, not to mention they are just better at sex. Period. Any man, even a straight guy who has zero gay tendancies can suck a dick better than even the loosest, floppiest broad. Period. What a breathe of fresh air this was, being a real estate developer and trader of the most exclusive rides has its perks, but women look at you, they see the freshly pressed three-piece-suit, not a wrinkle to be seen, the crisp, almost cardboard-like starched shirt, the big knotted tie and your big, fat belt with a chrome buckle, they see your brand new Lexus LX suv, fresh off the lot, less than 300 miles on it, your designer sunglasses, they see all of these things and think to themselves, "I gonna bag this rich one and live like a queen!"

This mentality doesn't break, even as they are on their knees, polishing your meat while you stand like the hulking, hyper-masculine alpha male you are, pants pooled up around your ankles, while your socks seemingly grow out of them, covering your calves. Even as you smoke a cigar and flick the ashes haphazardly, indifferent to if they land in her faux-dyed hair, they still think they have it in the bag. Not that I ever got screwed by one of these broads, but it's the attempts that make me angry.

Meanwhile, a guy actually appreciates what you look like, not the means in which you achieved it. He'll see all the things the woman sees and say to himself, "what a successful man! He must really know what he's doing!" I mean, maybe he goes back to his place and fantasizes about what kind of face you had as he fat-dicked you, or maybe he'd fantasize about you flexing, popping all the buttons on your vest and shirt, ripping the sleeves off the seams. Or maybe, just maybe, he'd go back to your place and do those things for real to you. You both leave happy, he leaves with empty balls and your suit has white stripes that it didn't have before, if you know what I mean! But he'll respect you regardless. Women don't even know the meaning of the word.

Anyway, I am getting off track, but I thought you should know how this act turned me gay. By now you are probably wondering, "but Mr. Rossi, what does BLAM entail?!" Good question and it's what this story SHOULD have been about, not about my own realizations. BLAM, as you can tell by the name, is the legalization of all things involving boy lust. Boy Pornography is now legal, the age of consent has been lowered to "9 months pregnant", so to speak, and boys can be bought and sold to men who wish for company. There aren't any actual laws on how you must treat your "indentured servants", so how to boy gets treated is usually up to the guy who bought him. So basically, anything you wanted to do before, you can pretty much do it all legally now.

What? You want examples? That's not unreasonable I suppose. For instance, go onto your favorite porn tube site and see what you see. It practically changed over night, huh? Everything porn has been taken over by man/men on boy/boys action. Everything from boys sucking, to being sucked, to having their asscunts double donged and taking a load on their face is now free and easily accessible! No more Tor, no more deep web, just go onto Pornhub and jerk off.

It's that easy! Hell, even some websites have taken advantage of this and produced spinoffs of their more famous series, for example, "It's gonna huwt!"; a spinoff series featuring a giant dicked black guy, wielding the kind of dick that is so big it looks deformed, a big, hooked piece of meat. What? You think that SOUNDS bad, well imagine how it FEELS! Especially to young boys barely into puberty! These movies feature boy bottoms with grown men, usually the same actors from their father series.

Needless to say, unemployment is down, way down, of course this is due to the fact that boys can now get jobs, usually in the porn industry and usually for less than minimum wage. Some people are making a killing out there. It also doesn't hurt that now producers of these sites, of content providers are now free to recruit at local schools, football games, and baseball games.

Of course, sex itself has become more commonplace, no longer are we the overly-repressed society of yesteryear. Sex toys, from bridles to riding crops to lube and fake dongs are now sold in most stores, usually in place of the actual toy sections, which I found funny the first time I figured it out. In fact, most stores now have displays as soon as you walk in for the "newest sensation", almost always for poppers, maybe with a couple brands of miscellaneous lube and butt plugs thrown in. Above them is the sign for the featured popper brand.

Last time I went to the store, I believe it was "Meat Stallion" than was featured. Their logo was a camera shot from between a guy's big, hairy, oily legs, showing a handcuffed ginger boy on his knees about 10 feet away, looking at the giant, half-hard cock and the deflated, saggy balls of the man in awe. And let me remind you, this is in the middle of the fucking store! Public sex is also on the rise, you could be in some beatnik street cafe and you'd probably see some handsome, could-get-any-woman kind of guy getting a handjob from his BOYfriend with people just walking on by like nothing is happening.

On the downside (if you are a woman), you are now considered obsolete. Like I was saying about the repressed society of yesteryear? Turns out most guys actually like boys, go figure. And so when the mandate got passed, the divorce rate shot up to 88%, oh how clogged facebook was with status posts from sad females whose boyfriend left them for the boy next door. Can't say I blame them, I mean, why would you date a bleeding cunt who is emotionally manipulative and moody when you could train a nice 11 year old boy to cook, clean and ride a dick? He'll do everything a woman does, except better and without as much bitching. On the upside, unemployment is down to 1%, as I mentioned before, with women playing a big part in it. Since boyfucking is now legal, women are no longer really needed for anyhing other than breathing, as a result, women are now hiring men to either date them, fuck them, or impregnate them much to the chagrin of our wonderful country's feminist population.

Of course, this isn't the only way that BLAM has effected the economy, for example, most big banks have been shut down in favor of the new BLAM supported banks, those of which operate completely on a collateral system, the only collateral being boys. Sons, nephews, brothers, cousins are all accepted by the banks. You no longer need a good credit score to get a loan from a bank, instead, you bring whatever boy you wish to use to the bank and they keep him, using him as they please, sometimes as maidboys, other times as hookers, until you repay your loan. That being said, it's not uncommon for people just to "sell" boys to the banks, as in, getting a "Butthole Bond", a loan with the boy as collateral, and just never repaying it. What? I never partook in such things! Too easy to make money that way, I need the challenge.

I bet this is what our forefathers had in mind when they sought our independance from the British.