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    question about torrents / MP3's

    been ripping HD mpegs & avi movie/cable programs for a few years now

    but looking for access to a more complete library of music for MP3's

    want to pack my USB drive with a couple thousand songs, but finding it harder and harder to find certain artists on most of the popular torrent sites

    suggestions ?

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    Eyes tend to linger on him, even from across the room. Since hitting
    puberty, no matter the gender or sexual preferences, people's body
    languages inevitably and unconsciously shift when he enters a room,
    regardless of the environment. Rodrigo Lleva actually knew this boy
    well. His boyish, messy blond hair, sparkling blue eyes, disarming and
    cheeky smile. All of it. Why the college jock suddenly started working out
    at the local gym so late in the summer and so close to the start of his
    sophomore year, as opposed to the state-of-the-art sports training center
    at school, was beyond Rodrigo.

    Across the gym - something of a local favorite frequented by cops, firemen,
    construction workers - the fit 19-year-old attended to his workout
    routine. Stretches, cardio, weight training, cardio, stretches. Rodrigo
    noted all the way from his corner the sweaty jock stretching, catching
    glimpses or the teenager's lean and hard abs through his loose-fitting tank
    top; his eyes widened unconsciously as a full, meaty pec and a
    quarter-sized, pink nipple popped out of the teenager's barely-there and
    soaked-through tank.

    To be fair, Rodrigo had seen the boy's naked body before. Just once. In the
    dark, in the tool shed behind his house: Rodrigo walked in on the teenage
    boy fucking his daughter. Being an overly-protective Cuban (and a cop no
    less), Rodrigo nearly pulled his gun on the surprised and nearly-cumming
    boy; Ryan's naked, muscled back pouring gutters of sweat, jeans puddled
    around his ankles, and two mounds of round, fat white boy ass - plump and
    firm with bounce and jiggle - burned into Rodrigo's mind. No other visual
    memory of that incident stuck with the cop, save that mental snap shot of
    the then 18-year-old jock. It was only after the teenage lovebirds had
    broken up a few weeks later that Rodrigo, running into the jock around town
    on random occasions, could make nice, laugh off the incident, and even be
    friendly and give the jock rides to campus once in a while.

    Something about Ryan had changed this summer, though. Something about him
    was noticeably different from even a week prior. Rodrigo spent his entire
    time at the gym trying, but failing, to pinpoint it. The jock boy had the
    same boyish smile and twinkling eyes... no, it wasn't his body either,
    though it was more toned and fit than ever before. It wasn't the way he
    greeted acquaintances and friends around town: Ryan had the same giggle,
    the same charming Southern drawl, the same alarmingly innocent way of
    carrying himself. The boy had always - unabashedly and perhaps even
    unknowingly - emitted a magnetic and wild sexual energy, but what was
    different? Today, even wriggling his toes inside his old, dirty sneakers
    managed to become something perverse and inherently sexy, not to mention
    the way he straddled a bench, the way he spread his muscled legs and
    lowering his ass and ass crack on the bench. What was it about this kid
    today? Ryan carried on, seemingly oblivious or at most only subconsciously
    aware of the eyes lingering around him, but it was apparent for Rodrigo
    that something about the boy was more intense, more desirable,
    more... lurid... desperate?

    Ryan finished stretching and ambled slowly over to the locker room. Rodrigo
    observed as the jock boy stretched his triceps over his head, revealing
    damp, lightly hairy armpits. Ryan's lean and defined torso practically
    spilled out of his tank top. Their eyes met - Rodrigo thought he registered
    the minutest flash of terror across Ryan's affably open and expressive
    face, a sudden tenseness in body language. Nevertheless the jock boy
    greeted his ex-girlfriend's father politely and warmly, with a melting
    smile and firm handshake, and sauntered off towards locker room. Rodrigo
    watched the jock walk away, his entire body covered in sweat, his thin
    work-out clothes clung revealingly to every curvature of his muscled body,
    especially his evidently jock-clad ass, two sweaty, plump mounds of
    perversity shifting with Ryan's every step. A few heads turned as the blond
    teenager walked by. A switch went off inside Rodrigo, a knowing, possessive
    feeling. A father's intuition kicked in when Ryan's sweaty hand clasped
    around his own muscled, calloused grip. What was it, though? The look
    behind the large and wet blue eyes? Or Ryan's touch, lingering fingertips
    that held on to his own a split second too long? Or the boy's sweet and
    sweaty odor? Today, sex poured from every pore of Ryan's ripe, blond
    body. Rodrigo, a bit dumbstruck, barely managed another 5 or 10 minutes of
    workout before he impulsively got up and headed to the locker room.

    Seeing him step out of the shower, a not-quite-big-enough towel around his
    trim waist, his bare feet leaving wet, size-13 footprints all the way to
    his locker in the corner, stirred something foreign in Rodrigo. Little
    details like Ryan's long, talon-like toes and fleshy soles, hot from the
    shower, steaming against the cold tiles of the locker room floor triggered
    something carnal in the 42-year-old cop. Horrifyingly dirty, nasty images -
    fantasies - unexpectedly emerged in the Cuban daddy's mind. Perverse,
    scandalous things... slow-moving episodes of the blonde jock on his back,
    his pretty red lips agape, his brows furrowed, panting, moaning,
    groaning... screaming.

    Rodrigo felt his pulse racing, new sweat forming all over, as the
    overwhelming urge to hear the boy beg, succumb, and plead for mercy. He had
    the sudden urge to hear the boy moan... to whimper. He needed to... to feel
    the hotness of his skin, to fuck the boy, to be the first man to lay claim
    to that gorgeous ass, to own that white, plump ass, to feel what he
    imagined as the hottest, tightest, wettest ass he could slam his cock into,
    to hold the jock boy in his arms as he shoved his cock inside the teenage
    ass. Rodrigo's massively hung Cuban cock throbbed in his briefs. His inner
    most desire, animalistic and sadistic cravings that laid dormant all these
    years, erupted... leaking.

    "Need a ride, kid?" Rodrigo was surprised to hear him suddenly mumble. He
    was relieved and surprised when Ryan shyly nodded yes, standing there, wet,
    naked - body steaming - as he toweled dry. Every muscled nuance of his
    blond body... taut, lean, smooth... rippling as Ryan bent over and pulled
    on a pair of baggy shorts and slipping his feet into a pair of flip
    flops. Oh god... Rodrigo swallowed hard before uttering, his voice hoarse,
    "Let's go, kid."

    ...


    Rodrigo could feel the naked jock shaking beneath him, trembling
    with... anxiety, fear, or anticipation? Didn't matter. Ryan's body melted
    as soon as Rodrigo's greedy mouth found its way to the jock's nipples. The
    sound that escaped Ryan's teenage throat... a mix between a muffled cry and
    a pathetic whimper. Better than what Rodrigo had imagined.

    "Oh, you like it hard, don't you?" Rod knew the boy would resist, protest,
    fight, be confused as to why they pulled off into a deserted path in the
    woods, why Rod got into the back seat... An awkward, electrifying silence,
    agonizingly long, spanned when Rod's brown eyes stared down Ryan's
    sparkling blue ones, silencing the jock's nervous banter before the cop
    reached out suddenly and overpowered the teenager, pinning down the
    hard-bodied jock boy amidst a slew of 'what the fuck's' and 'get the fuck
    off me's'.

    Rod didn't care. His sudden animal rage/urge had to consume Ryan right then
    and there; he couldn't drive any further without staring into the rear-view
    mirror, trying to catch a glimpse of the jock boy, sitting there innocently
    in a white tank top and baggy shorts... no underwear, as he recalled from
    the gym, his meaty bare legs spread casually in the back seat.

    Their first kiss, Rod forced his eager tongue into the shell-shocked jock's
    parted mouth, feeling the teenager's body jerk, tense up. Ryan's tank top
    was brutally torn and ripped off his heated jock body as Rod tasted,
    savored, his first boy. He imagined the boy beneath him kissing back.

    "I... I can't..." Ryan's whispered as both hands suddenly gripped and
    pushed against Rod's hard biceps. "I... can't..."

    "Shhh. daddy's got you... come on baby boy... come on boy..." Rod - in heat
    and intoxicated by Ryan's boy scent - devoured the jock's hot, full lips,
    tasting the boy's sweet innocence before devoting more attention to Ryan's
    now-hard nipples. Alternating between the two, sucking, lapping, biting,
    feeling the overwhelmed jock completely lose his young mind underneath,
    whimpering, moaning in registers climbing higher and higher, his athletic
    body buckling unwillingly, fingers clasped tightly onto Rod's beefy arms as
    Rod's hands wrapped around his throat.

    "Ughnn! Ughnn! Ughnnn!!! Please...! I... ughhhnnn! I... ughnnn... can't!"
    Ryan squealed desperately as Rod bit down on his left nipple, managing to
    choke out these words as he felt the cop's entire body weight on him,
    struggling to breathe as the hungry Cuban cop shoved his hungry tongue
    again into his. Rod reached down while forcing his mouth on the struggling
    jock's, release a throbbing, teenage cock, hard as a rock from the pathetic
    confines of Ryan's basketball shorts. Rod felt Ryan cry out into his mouth,
    felt the jock kick wildly underneath him as he tore off the boy's shorts,
    feeling the hot, smooth skin of Ryan's meaty thighs and ass, juicy and
    plump, and more than a few handfuls.

    "Shut up baby boy... come one, open up, boy... open up... open up..."
    Ryan's eyes were filled with tears, on the verge of sobbing as Rod wrapped
    his large right hand around the jock's neck, licking his face, his lips,
    choking the teenager. Rod felt Ryan's grip on his biceps tighten as his
    left hand roughly, eagerly traversed Ryan's body - smooth, tight torso,
    erect nipples sensitive to a mere suggestion of touch, his hairless belly
    and trimmed crotch, his hard cock, smooth balls and taint, and the hottest,
    silkiest ass and ass crack Rod could've imagined defiling.

    Ryan's hole was hot, smooth, and pulsing. Gripping and tight, it
    immediately sucked onto Rod's fat middle finger. Rod was in shock. He'd
    done this before. Ryan's done this before. No doubt about it. The hole was
    hot and tight, yes... but also wet. Rod was obsessed, shoving in another
    finger... deeper. Ryan screamed into Rod's mouth, his blond, athletic legs
    spread wide, one bare foot planted firmly on a door window and the other
    leg wrapped around the back of the driver's seat, like an eager, ready
    whore. The jock boy's hole was wet... sloppy wet, gushingly, impossibly
    wet.

    ...

    "Steam room. 5 min." Ryan saw the text pop up from Sam. Though nearing the
    end of his workout, he knew he'd be expected to drop everything. Sam,
    despite being agonizingly MIA, always knew where to find him, and the men
    who want him desperately enough to pay. Ryan's stomach sank - he thought
    for sure Sam wouldn't know about this particular gym, but his hole twitched
    as he made his way to the locker room, avoiding most eyes and greetings
    except for the totally inescapable encounters (namely an awkward, brief
    chat with his ex-girlfriend's dad).

    Sam was never one for details; watching the clock on his phone, Ryan got
    naked quickly and grabbed a towel, his heart pounding, not knowing which
    eyes to avert and which to meet. The locker room was pretty full, filled
    with pungent smells of dirty socks and sweat. Ryan's entire body trembled
    as he traversed the testosterone-filled locker room, filled with cops,
    firemen, and construction workers. Thank god Sam's text said steam room,
    and not 'locker room'... Ryan bit his lips nervously as he snuck cautiously
    and as discreetly as possible into the steam room, averting eyes and anyone
    he might potentially know.

    "Nice..." A voice immediately greeted him as Ryan shut the door behind him,
    his stomach filled with butterflies. Ryan tried but simply couldn't make
    out the shadowy figure in the corner. It was dark and overly steamy. "On
    all fours, boy... Don't look at me. I've got 5 minutes."

    "Wait..." Ryan protested... suddenly realizing there were more than just
    the two of them in the steam room. "I... what...?"

    "Don't play the dumb jock game, boy..." The voice emerged from the
    shadow. "They paid to watch. ON ALL FOURS. FACE THE DOOR."

    Ryan was humiliated and contemplated running away, frozen in panic for a
    few seconds. His hole... empty... twitched... his teenage cum boiled inside
    his heavy sacs, and the jock boy obliged like a good boy... on all
    fours. He blushed crimson and hot as he heard a few low, demeaning
    chuckles; his cock hardened to full attention; he felt movement; his hole
    quivered as he heard that familiar sounds of another man masturbating
    behind him. Ryan purred as two rough hands pried open his ass; more
    chuckles as Ryan arched his back and groaned as he felt someone spit on his
    smooth, hungry hole. Once, twice. The same rough hands, one found its way
    to Ryan's mouth, covering it tightly. Hard. Ryan winced as he felt a greasy
    pole line up at his now begging hole.

    "Ok boy. Sorry, but gotta make this quick."

    With that truncated warning, Ryan screamed bloody murder as the stranger
    slammed his entire cock into him, taking absolutely no time before pounding
    away like a jackhammer.

    "(UGHNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!! UGHHNNNN!!! UGHHNNNN!!! UGHHNNNN!!! UGHHNNNN!!!
    UGHHNNNN!!! UGHHNNNN!!! UGHHNNNN!!! UGHHNNNN!!! UGHNNN!!!!!!!)"

    "(SHUT... SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!)" The man mercilessly pounded away at the
    struggling jock, ignoring Ryan's screams as he slapped the jock boy's
    protesting hands away, desperately motioning for the man to slow down. Ryan
    gritted his teeth and shut his eyes tightly against his tears, letting his
    body get violated and raped as the man pulled his ass back onto the
    rock-hard cock. Though, screams turned quickly into moans as the man's
    unforgiving hand found Ryan's boy tits, tugging roughly at the sensitive
    nipples as he fucked Ryan. More chuckles.

    "(UGHNN! UGHNN! UGHNNNN!! OH GOD!)" Ryan gasped, feeling a wall inside him
    being broken down yet again. The burning in his ass had melted away, and
    now, to the more animated and engaged sounds of stroking cocks, Ryan
    slammed his ass back as hard as the man was fucking him like a bitch in
    heat, groaning into the muffling hand as he literally pissed streams of
    precum beneath him, not caring about the pathetic sounds and screams he was
    producing into a stranger's hand. Ryan all of sudden felt men approaching
    as they moaned and grunted; then, loads of hot, creamy cum gushed forth,
    unloading all over Ryan sweaty back as he continued to get fucked, coating
    the deep grooves of his spine and every line of the young jock's back
    muscles. The jackhammering into his ass lasted a few more strokes, sloppy,
    arrhythmic last few pumps that ended with the man's entire sweaty, hairy,
    fat body collapsing on Ryan, to the chuckling and snickering and even a few
    claps, as Ryan felt his hole filled with hot, thick cum.

    ...

    In one slow push, Papi Rodrigo bottomed out, balls deep inside the
    squirming jock, his grip still tight around the gasping boy's neck.

    Rodrigo had overheard colleagues' whispers a few nights ago at a bar,
    something about a jock turning tricks and driving the local guys - gay,
    straight, married, bi, closeted, whatever - completely crazy. Not in a
    million years did he expect that boy whore to be Ryan. But that
    ass... Ryan's hole engulfed Rod's thick 10-incher with no hesitation, only
    pure expert hunger. The boy took it. Took all of it in one stroke. The jock
    whore has to be Ryan. His blue eyes... nearly overflowing with desperate
    tears, pleaded, his eyebrows furrowed with pleasure and grimace as Rod
    pulled out, savoring the jock's tight and expertly-milking hole.

    "You hustling me? Chico?" Rod snapped, suddenly and angrily shoving his
    cock back inside Ryan, hearing and feeling the writhing jock cry out in
    pain, or pleasure. Didn't matter. Papi ripped it out and slammed the entire
    length of his cock back in in one push. "You want me to pay for your white
    ass? Huh? Huh?"

    "Ughnnn. Oh my... ughnn. Oh my GOD!"

    Rod felt Ryan's ass tighten, pulsing hot from the inside. He began
    pounding, slamming, balls deep with every stroke.

    "You like it when i do this? Huh?" Rod slapped and spit on Ryan's cherubic
    face as he flexed his monster cock, pressing against the boy's abused hole
    and engorged prostate.

    "OH! OH GOD! YES! RIGHT! RIGHT! UGHNN! UGHNN! THERE! OH GOD... DADDY! RIGHT
    THERE! OH UGHNN UGHNN PLEASE DADDY!"

    "You love it when daddy treats you like shit, don't you! Slap you around
    like a cheap whore? You love that shit, don't you?"

    "OH GOD! YES! YES! HARDER! OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD! RIGHT THERE! OH GOD! DADDY
    PLEASE... FUCK... FUCK... FUCK ME... UGHNNN! UGHNNN!!!!" Ryan was in a
    craze that Rod had never seen or expected to see from such a perfect,
    straight-acting jock. Ryan begged, squealed, and whimpered like a girl as
    he took a ferocious fucking. His bare legs still spread wide in the same
    vulnerable position as before as he hole embraced Rod's angry assault,
    balls deep with every stroke, bottoming out with every push.

    For a second Rod thought he'd break the boy, or choke the life out of
    him. Rod couldn't help himself as he fucked Ryan, leaning in to taste his
    sweet lips again. To his dismay, Ryan's entire body shook and buckled when
    their lips locked, and their stomachs were instantly covered in thick,
    creamy white streams of jock cum. Rod released his choke-hold on Ryan and
    pinned the boy's wrists above his head as he pulled away from their kiss
    and looked down at the sight before him. The wild teenager was screaming
    and begging for more, his Adonis body coverd with his own cum, with a
    10-inch Cuban cock pounding deep in and out of his wet hole.

    Rod was getting high from the sounds Ryan was making, every scream every
    time he rips his cock out of the jock's twitching boy cunt, every gasp
    every time he shoves it back inside.

    "God you are beautiful... such a dirty little pig... such a dirty boy..."
    The Cuban cop grunted as he leaned back in and kissed deeply the boy,
    slamming his still-clothed body into the naked, cum-covered jock one last
    time. Rod erupted - stream after stream of thick cum filled a shaking Ryan
    to the brim. Rod continued to fuck Ryan, squeezing and pumping as much cum
    as he could muster into the sobbing jock as he held the boy in his muscular
    arms, tightly, angrily, possessively.

     
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