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Komşum Aynur
Sizlere gerçekten yaşanmış bir olayı yazıyorum. Sizlere karşı komşumla yaşadıklarımı onu nasıl siktiğimi en ince ayrıntısına kadar yazacağım. Beni bu sürece dahil eden olayın başlangıcı eşimin beni telefonda arayıp karşı komşumuz hakkında çok garip şeyler gördüğünü söylemesiyle başladı. Telefonda bana galiba komşumuz kocasını aldatıyor deyince çok şaşırdım. Karşı komşumuz yüzü pek güzel olmayan ama vücudu harika olan biriydi. Evden çıkarken bazen onunla karşılaşırdık. Bana çaktırmadan baktığının farkındaydım. Komşum kapalı bir bayandı. Adı Aynurdu. Aynur genelde Dar etekler, göğüslerini ortaya çıkaran bluzlar ve yüksek topuklu ayakkabı giyerdi. Yürüdüğünde ise kalçasını bir sağa bir sola sallardı. Komşum 55 kilo ve 1.65 civarında boyu vardı. Esmer bir bombaydı diyebilirim. Erken evlenmiş şu anda 28 yaşında olan biriydi. Kocası ise çok pısırık birine benziyordu. Hiç sevmezdim arada mecbur kalınca selamlaşırdık. Eşim onu evden bir sokak ötede birisinin arabasından inerken görmüş Aynur arabadan inerken arabadakine el sallamış eşim bu hareketini görmüştü. Bu olaydan bir hafta sonra komşumuzun kocası zeki babasının rahatsızlığından dolayı 2-3 günlüğüne Eskişehire gitti.

Bir akşam eşim geçen gün o arabanın sokağın başında park ettiğini ve içinde birinin olduğunu söyleyince Aynurun bu gece kendini siktireceğini anlamıştım. Ben ve eşim balkonda oturup olayları izlemeye başladık. Gece 11 gibi adam binadan içeri girdi. Dış kapının açıldığını anlayınca ben ve eşim kapı deliğinden aynura bakmaya çalıştık. Adam çok sessiz adımlarla ilerliyordu. Aynur kapıyı aralamış bekliyordu. Belikli çocuklarını uyutmuş kendini ona hazırlamıştı. Ben aynuru hep kapalı elbiseler içinde görmüştüm. Aynur gecelikle kapıyı araladığında şok olmuştum. Ben ve eşim az kalsın birbirimize girecektik. O ben bakıcam diyordu ben ise ben diyordum. Aynura bakınca sikim kalkmış eşime göstermemeye çalışıyordum. Kapılar kapandıktan sonrasını tahmin edebiliyordunuz. Eşim aynurdan nefret ettiğini söylemeye başladı. Benim içimde ise bir an önce aynuru nasıl sikebilirim diye hayal kurmaya başladım. Sanırım eşimde bu durumdan tahrik olmuştu. Biraz oturup konuştuktan sonra yatağa girdik yatakta aynurun durumunu konuştuk. Ben eşimi öpmeye başladığımda eşim elini kendi amcığında gezdirmeye başlamıştı. Bu durum eşimi tahrik etmişti.

Eşimin memelerini emdiğinde eşim parmaklarıyla kendini beceriyordu. Bu arada eşim çok seksi biri müthiş kalçaları var eşimi becerirken çok zevk alırım. Yatakta müthiştir. Kalçalarına bayılırım. Eşimi arkadan becermek istemişimdir ama eşimden izin alamadığım için bu hayalime kavuşamadım. Neyse o akşam ben eşimin amcığını yalamaya başladığımda eşim hemen boşaldı. Eşim kudurmuştu. O gece Eşimi sikerken o gece Aynuru düşünüyordum. O geceki sikişimiz harikaydı. Gece 1 gibi dış kapıdan ses geldiğinde anladımki Aynur işini bitirmiş adamı postalamıştı. O gece ve tüm gün boyunca Aynur aklımdan çıkmıyordu. Aynuru sikme isteğim artıyor. Neler yapabilirim diye düşünüyordum. Eşim alış veriş için üsküdara gittiğinde evde yalnız kaldım. Yerimde duramıyordum. Aynurun çocukları binasın yanındaki parkta oynuyorlardı. Ben dayanamayıp Aynurun kapısına dikildim. Zili çaldığımda çok heyecanlıydım. Aynur kapıyı açtığında başında yazma üzerinde bir tişört ve altında dar bir pijama vardı. Selam verdikten sonra ona sizinle özel bir konu hakkında konuşmak istediğimi belirttim. Buyurun deyince içeri davet etmeyecekmisin dedim. İstemeyerekte olsa içeri davet etti. İçeri girdim. Salona geçtik kanepede oturdum. Oda karşıma geçti. Aynura nereden söze başlayacağımı bilemediğimi söyledim. Buyur deyince . sizi çok beğendiğimi öyleyi verdim. Bir an gülümsedi .sonra olmaz böyle bir şey deyiverdi. Hemen onun yanına geçtim ayağa kalkıyordu. Onu elinden tutup oturttum. İyice yanına yanaştım. Onunla konuşmaya başladım. Onu sevdiğimi deliler gibi arzuladığımı belirttim. Aynur oruspusu ise namuslu ayağına yatıyordu. Onun kulağına eğilip dün gece kiminle sikiştiğini biliyorum. Kocana söylememi istemiyorsan beni dinle dedim. Aynur oruspusu şok olmuştu. İlkinde inkar etti sonrasında kabul etti. Bir defalık bir kaçamak olduğunu söylüyor. Kimseye söylememem için yalvarıyor aynı zamanda ağlıyordu. Aynura iyice sokuldum önce göz yaşlarını sildim. Sonrasında kimseye söylemeyeceğimi söyledim. Aynur gülümsemeye başlamıştı. Aynurun yüzünü öpmeye başladım. Aynuru sikecektim artık elimden kaçamazdı. Bir anda kapı zili çalınca irkildik. Aynurun oğlu aşağıdan anne diye bağırıyordu. Ben hemen toparlandım aynurdan telefon numarasını aldım arayacağımı söyledim. 1 saat sonra Aynuru cepten aradım epey bir sohbet ettik onu çok beğendiğimi onsuz yapamayacağımı söyledim. Sonraki günlerde saatlerce telefonda sohbet ettik ban sevgilisinden ayrılacağına dair sözler verdi. Arada onu markete giderken gördüğümde bende peşinden gidiyordum markette sokaklarda epey sohbet ettik yavaş yavaş birbirimize alışmaya başlamıştık.

Yine bir Pazar günü onu markette yakaladım onu çok sevdiğimi onu arzuladığımı söyledim. Bana yarın sabah eşim ve çocuğuma yolladıktan sonra seni bekliyecem dediğinde sikim taş gibi olmuştu Aynur önümdeki kabarıklığın farkındaydı. Arada Aynur?u belinde sıkıca kavrayıp kendime çekiyordum. O gün iş yerini arayıp öğleden sonra işe geleceğimi söyledim. Pazartesi sabahı 8.30 gibi işe gidiyordum aynurun eşi ve cocuğu ise 8 gibi gidiyorlardı. Ben her zamanki gibi evden çıktım. Çıktığımda karşı komşum aynurun dış kapısının aralıklı olduğunun farkına vardım. Meğer kapı deliğinden beni gözetliyormuş. Ben hemen içeri girdim. Girdiğimde şok olmuştum. Aynur?un üzerinde bir gecelik vardı. Muhteşem bir şeydi. Kırmızı bir gecelikti göğüslerinin büyük kısmı dışarıdaydı. Kalçasını örten bir uzunluğa sahipti. Gerçekten müthiş bir vücudu vardı. Ben hemen onu kapıya dayadım dudaklarından öpmeye başladım. Bir elim kalçasında geziyor diğeri ise kalçasında. Bana dur dedi beraber bir kahvaltı yapalım deyince tamam dedim. Önümden yürüyerek mutfağa geçti öyle yürüyorduki kalçalarından gözümü alamıyordum. Çay koymaya başladığında ben arkasına geçip kalçalarını okşamaya başladım. Dur acele etme demeye başladı. Aynur oruspusu işi biliyordu. Benden önce kaç kişiye siktirdiğini merak ediyordum. Deneyimli bir oruspuydu. Nutfakta bulunan yemek masasına geçtim. Sandalyeye oturdum ve aynuru izlemeye başladım. Aynur buzdolabından bir şeyler çıkardığında eğiliyordu. Eğildiğinde kalçalar kabak gibi ortaya çıkıyordu. Aynur altına siyah bir tanga giymişti. Tanga sadece arkadan göt deliğini kapatıyordu. İp gidiydi. Yerimde duramıyordum. Ayağa kalkıp yardım etmeye başladım. Elimi bazen kalçasına atıyor buynunu öpüyordum. Kahvaltıyı hazırladık karşılıklı oturmaya başladık karşıma geçtiğinde memelerinden gözlerimi alamıyordum. Aynurda rahat durmuyordu. Ayaklarıyla beni tahrik ediyordu. Ben bir an önce kahvaltıyı bitirip onu sikmek istiyordum.

Aynur o gün hafif bir makyaj yapmıştı. Dudaklarına kırmızı parlak bir ruj sürmüştü. Harika görünüyordu. Kahvaltıyı yaptıktan sonra yatak odasına geçelim dediğinde artık aynuru sikebilecektim. Aynur önümde yürüyor ben ise arkasından kalçasına bakarak yürüyordum. Çok seksi bir şekilde kıvırıyordu. Yakat odasına geçtik Aynur hemen yatağa sırt üstü uzandı. Ben üstümdekileri çıkarıp çırılcıplak halde yanına uzandım o güzel dudakları öpmeye başladım. bir elimle ise memelerini okşamaya başladım. Aynur gözlerini kapamış okşanmanın tadını çıkarmaya başlamıştı. Yavaşa yavaş memelerini emmeye başladığımda Aynur inlemeye başlamıştı. Sağ elimi aynurun tangasından içeri amcığına götürdüğümde bu kadar sulanmış bir amcıkla karşılaşacağım aklıma gelmemişti. Resmen sıvısı kendiliğinden akıyordu elim ıslanmıştı. Önce amcığının dudaklarını okşamaya başladın. Elimi ammında gezdiriyordum. Aynur kalçasını aşağı yukarı doğru oynatmaya başlamıştı. Ben memelerini bırakıp göbek deliğini öpüp amcığına inmeye başladım. Tangasını kenara çekip Ammına dilimi değdirdiğimde Aynur haydi erkeğim sik beni demeye başladı. Bir çırpıda tangasını çıkardım zaten avuç içi kadardı. Karşımda yeni temizlenmiş tertemiz bir amvardı tek bir tüy bile yoktu. oruspu Aynur amcığını bana hazırlamıştı. Hemen amcığına yumuldum. Dilimi aynurun ammına sokup çıkardığımda Aynur kalçasını havaya kaldırıyordu. Bazen baş parmağımı aynurun ammına soktum aynı zamanda amcığını emmeye başladım. Bu arada serçe parmağımı aynurun arka deliğine sürtmeye başladım aynı anda üç işi yapıyordum. Bu şekilde 4-5 dk devam ettim.

Aynur o anda orgazmın doruklarına ulaşmıştı. Sıra sende deyip yatağa uzandım aynur hemen 69 pazisyonuna geçti. sikimin kafasını ağzına almaya başladı. Oruspu bu işi biliyordu. 3 yıllık evliydim eşim sikimi ağzına almamıştı. Bu çok hoşuma gidiyordu. Aynu sikimin tamamını ağzına alıyordu. Bu arada sikim 15 cm ve normal kalınlıkta insanların yazdığı gibi yalan yazmak istemiyorum. Ben aynurun ammını yalıyordum o ise sikimi sonuna kadar ağzına alıyordu. Parmağımla aynurun göt deliğini okşadığımda aynurdan herhangi bir tepki almadım. Oruspunun arkadan yarrak yediği belliydi. Parmağımı göt deliğinden yavaşça soktuğumda ohh diye inlemeye başladı o şekilde ben aynurun ağzına boşaldım aynurda orgazm olmuştu. Daha sonra yan yana uzandık. Bana dönüp harika bir sikicisin keşke seninle daha önce sikişseydim dedi. Bende seni sikmek harika dedim dudağına bir öpücük kondurdum. Aynur lavaboya geçti yüzündeki menileri temizleyip geri geldi. Yanıma uzanıp beni sike doyursana deyince sikimi Yalamasını istedim. Sikim hemen sertleşmeye başlamıştı. Aynuru domaltıp arkasına geçtim ammı kabak gibi karşımdaydı. Aynur amına parmağını sokup çıkarmaya başladı haydi sik beni deyince sikimi yavaşça ammına sokmaya başladım. Aynur harikasın erkeğim devam et diyordu. Ben aynurun ammını pompalıyordum bazende kalçasına tokat atıyordum. Ammına sikimi sokup çıkarınca işeret parmağımı aynurun göt deliğine yerleştirdim Aynur kalçasını oynatmaya başlamıştı oruspunun hoşuna gidiyordu. Bu şekilde yaklaşık on dakika devam ettim. Sonrasında imiz beraber boşaldık. Yarım saat dinlendikten sonra o beni sırt üstü yatırım sikimin üstüne oturdu. Kulağıma eğilip..ben atımın üstüne oturdum.. şu anda gezintiye çıkıyorum dedi.. o şekilde ikimizde orgazm olduk.. 1-2 saat dinlenip beraber yemek yedik. Ben aynura beni amma doyurdun ama ben senin kalçalarına hayranım seni göt deliğinden sikmek istiyorum deyince..aynur bana dönüp hiç teklif etmeyeceksin sanıyordum..dedi Dolabı açıp hemen bir krem getirdi.

Hemen domaldı bana dönerek önce dilini sokup gevşetmen lazım sonra kremleyip sikersin dedi. Ben hemen aynurun götünü öpmeye yalamaya başladım artık dayanacak halim kalmamıştı sikimi ve deliğini kremleyip okşamaya başladım sikimi yavaşça aynurun arka deliğine soktum. İlk defa bir kadını arkadan becerecektim. Aynur oruspusu bu duruma alışıktı. Hiç zorlanmadan içine aldı.. ben 4-5 dakika gidip geldim. Sonrasında göt deliğinin derinliklerine patladım.. gerçekten harikaydı.. Beraber duşa girdik yıkandık. Sonrasında giyinip apartmanda kimseye görünmden işe doğru gittim. O gün patrondan fırçamıda yedim ama aynura değerdi. Şu anda aynurla ayda 1 veya 2 defa sikişiyoruz işi sıkı tutuyoruz yakalanmamaya çalışıyoruz. Ha bu arada eşim aynurdan nefret ediyor.

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At Gibi Komşu Kızları (alıntıdır)
Selam şu anda elleri siklerinde ve amlarında olan arkadaşlar. Benim adım Ayberk, yaşım 28. Bundan 5 sene önce, ben daha askere gitmeden evvel, aynı binamızda iki kız kardeş oturuyordu. Ama ne kızlar yaa, küçük olan tam bir Liseli kısrak, büyüğü ise Liseyi bitirmiş, at gibi hatundu. Ben büyük olanına, yani Ebruya hasta oluyordum, yanıp tutuşuyordum resmen hatuna. Ve asılmaya başladım tabi. O da bana karşı boş değildi, ama onu sikebileceğime hiç ihtimal vermiyordum, çok uğraştırır beni diye düşünüyordum. Neyse buna çıkma teklifi ettim, çıkmaya başladık. Ama aradan geçen aylar boyunca öpüp elleşmekten ileriye gidemeden benim askerlik zamanı geldi çattı, askere gittim. Birkaç ay sonra haberini aldım, üniversite sınavını kazanamayınca mahalleden hıyarın biriyle evlenmiş zilli. Çok üzüldüm tabi, doğrusu kaşara aşıktım. Neyse, askerliğimin bitmesine bir ay kala birde duydum ki boşanmış orospu! Nasıl sevindiğimi tahmin edemezsiniz! Böyle bir açık kapı dul arasan bulunmaz :))

Askerlik bitti eve geldim. Tabi Ebru için yanıyorum yine. 3 gün sonra binada karşılaştık. Geleneksel ‘Hoşgeldin, hoşbulduk, nasılsın iyimisin?’ muhabbetinden sonra, “Evlenmişsin boşanmışsın?” dedim. “Evet yaa sorma hayatım, kısmet değilmiş, boşver!” dedi. Baktım çok rahat zilli. İçimden, Ohhhh oğlum Ayberk yaşadın, sen bunu evire çevire sikip kevgire çevirmezsen adam değilsin lan, kız sikilmeye dünden razı, demek ki yarrağın tadını aldı, artık istiyor diye geçirdim ve buna asılmaya başladım. Zaten yeni de boşanmış, biraz da boşlukta hatun, ilerleyen günlerde boş bırakmadım hatunu, hergün cepten aradım, arayı sıcak tuttum sürekli. Birkaç gün sonra binada gördüğümde dışarda buluşma teklifinde bulundum. “Olur tabii ki, zaten ben de dersaneye gideceğim, hadi merkeze birlikte gidelim!” dedi. Kendi kendime (Lan bu ne iş, ne dersanesi?) dedim. Kocasından boşandıktan sonra yeniden üniversite sınavlarına hazırlanıyormuş zilli. Neyse birlikte merkeze gittik ve bunu dersaneyi asması için zar zor ikna ettim, bir Cafeye oturduk birşeyler içiyoruz…

Sohbet ederken ben bunun elini tuttum ve onu çok özlediğimi söyledim. Orospu, “Valla Ayberkciğim ben de seni çok özledim…” der demez, ben, “Hadi kalkalım!” dedim. “Nereye hayatım? Daha yeni geldik!” dedi. “Rahat bir yere canım!” dedim. Bizim kaşar orospu dünden razı, hemen tav olduğu için, “Tamam hayatım nasıl istersen…” dedi ve kalktık. Lan o değil de, eğer ilk günden böyle yapacağını bilseydim, üstüne başına rahat bişeyler giydirirdim. Neyse arabama bindik yola çıktık. Ankarada herkes Çiftlik Park Centeri bilir, oraya çektim arabayı, kapıları kilitledim. Elimi bacağına koyup, hafif hafif okşayarak, “Seni hala seviyorum vede çok özledim canım yaa!” dedim. O da tabi boş değil, “İnan ki bir hata ettim, o lavukla evlendiğime bin pişman oldum!” dedi. Ben etrafa bir göz attıktan sonra taş gibi olan göğüslerini okşamaya sıkmaya başladım. Diğer elimle de kalçalarını sıkıyorum. Ama nasıl istiyorum orospuyu, yarrağım pantolonu deldi delecek. Sikimin kalktığını gören Ebru, “Hayatım sakin ol biraz, kendine hakim ol!” dedi. Ama mümkün mü yaa, at gibi Ebruyla arabada yalnızken ben nasıl sakin dururum…

Hemen arka koltuğa geçtik ve ben bunu iyice soyduktan sonra yatırdım ve başladım göğüslerini yalamaya. Ordan göbeğine, derken sıra geldi bal kutusuna. Bir hatunun amı bu kadar mı güzel olur Tanrım yaa! Orospunun sanki bugün bana amını yalattıracağı içine doğmuş gibi dün geceden ağda yapmış amcığına, bir de parfüm sıkmış. Amına yumulmuşum nasıl yalıyorum ama, amının dudaklarını koparacakmışım gibi içime çekiyorum, dilimi amına sokarak dilimle sikiyorum orospuyu resmen! Zilli de inleyerek saçlarımdan asılarak bastırıyor amına. Çok geçmeden kasılıp kaldı ve sarsılarak orgazm oldu. Amının suları ağzıma fışkırırcasına püskürürken, elektriğe tutulmuş gibi amı göbeği yükselip yükselip iniyordu. “Hadi aşkım, sok artık…” diye yalvarmaya başladı. Ben tabi amını dillemeye devam ediyorum. Ebru kendinden geçmiş bir halde kıvranırken, birden, “Hadi soksana pezevenk, hadisene şerefsiz!” demez mi! Bunun amını yalamayı bırakıp, “Ne dedin kız sen?” dedim. “Özür dilerim aşkım, serefsiz kocam alıştırdı bunu bana, o beni sikerken hep küfür ettirirdi, daha da azıyormuş hayvan, daha zevkle sikiyormuş, ayrıca benim de hoşuma gitmiyor değildi hani!” dedi…

“Haa, demek öyle! Bana uyar, sana gününü gösterecem amına koduğumun orospusu!” diyerek ben de pantolonumu ve külodumu indirip ve zonklayan yarrağımı kökünden tutup uzatarak, “Al ağzına orospu, yala bakiim!” dedim. Ama Ebrunun gözleri yuvalarından çıkacaktı, “Bu ne Ayberk böyle yaa, at yarrağı gibi, aşkım ben valla alamam bunu, bırak amcığımı ağzıma sığmaz bu benim!” dedi. “Orospu, evlenmiş boşanmış kadınsın, alışmadın mı yarrağa?” dedim. “Yok aşkım nerde yaa, kocam olacak salağın siki ufacık birşeydi, hem bukadar da kalın değildi. Hem onun sikmesinden ne olacak ki, 2-3 kere sokar boşalırdı hemen!” dedi. Bu arada benim araba Mercedes Vito olduğundan içi epey geniştir, arka koltukta hemen 69 olduk. Ben Ebrunun yine amını yalarken, o da başladı benim yarrağı yalamaya. Alamam falan diyordu, ama böyle bir yarrak yalama şekli yok yaa! Yalamıyor orospu, resmen somuruyor, yutuyor sikimi. İnanın ki 2 kere boşalttı ağzına, hem de döllerimin damlasını boşa akıtmadan yuttu hepsini orospu…

Baktım iliğimi kurutacak, zorla çektim ağzından, “Daha sikmeden kuruttun beni be, birdaha zor boşalırım!” dedim. Ama işi biliyormuş orospu, “Benim istediğim de o zaten aşkım, hemen boşalma, saatlerce sik beni, parçala amımı, dağıt beni kocacığım!” dedi. Ayberk durur mu bunları duyunca, hemen zilliyi üstüme çıkarıp, ata bindirir gibi sikime oturttum. Oturmasıyla zıplamaya başladı Ebrum, ama ne zıplama, sanki taşşaklarımı da alacak içine. Bir saniye bile durmadan 10 dakika kadar inip inip kalktıktan sonra yavaşladı. “Yorulduysan ara verelim aşkım!” dedim. Ama nerdeee, “Yok aşkım yorulmadım da, pozisyon değiştirelim hadi!” dedi. Hemen bunu üzerimden indirdim, kafasını 2 koltuğun arasına sokarak domalttım ve başladım arkadan kabak gibi açılmış amına pompalamaya. Kalçalarından sıkarak amına geçiririp git gel yaparken gözümün önünde kapkara bir inci gibi duran göt deliği nefes alır gibi açılıp kapanıyordu…

Amını bir süre daha siktikten sonra birden çıktım amcığından. “Ne oldu aşkım, boşalcan mı yoksa? Çıkarma, korunuyorum!” dedi. “Yok ne boşalması aşkım, biraz da arka kapından misafir et beni!” dedim. Bunu duyan Ebru hemen dönerek, “Olmaz Ayberk, ordan siktirmem, bu yaşıma geldim daha deldirmedim orayı! Çok acıyor!” dedi. “Deldirmediysen çok acıdığını nerden biliyorsun orospu?” dedim. “Lisedeyken bir kere denedim ama çok acıdığından vazgeçtim!” dedi. İçimden, Ulan kapıkomşumuza bak be, ne orospuymuş zilli, ama iyiki de siktirmemiş, yaşadım, o götü ilk delen ben olacağım diye geçirerek, “Aşkım sakin ol biraz, ben acıtmadan sikerim!” dedim. “Olmaz Ayberk, kusura bakma götümü siktirmem! At yarrağı gibi sikin var, yırtar götümü!” diyerek kestirip atan Ebruya yalvarmaya başladım, “İnan ki acımayacak aşkım, söz veriyorum, yavaş yapacağım, ne olur sadece kafasını sokup çıkaracağım!” diye. Ebru Nuh diyor, Peygamber demiyordu. “Aşkım amının kızlığını bozamadım, bari götünün kızlığını bozarak kocan olayım!” diye yalvar yakar zor da olsa ikna ettim Ebruyu…

“O zaman bolca kremle, sakın kuru kuru sokmaya çalışma, Liseyken çocuk 20 dakika uğraştı sokamadı!” diyerek çantasından el kremini verdi ve tekrar arkasını döndü. Ebrumun arkasına geçtim ve kremlemeden önce başladım o kara incisini yalamaya. Valla bal dök yala yaa, bir tane tüy olmaz mı, bir tane pürüz olmaz mı? Ama yok işte yaa! Ben göt deliğini yaladıkça Ebru başladı zevkten böğürmeye ve yalvarmaya, “Sok aşkım artık ne olur, istiyorum yarağını götüme, sik götümü artık, del götümü, dayanamıyorum artık sok!” diye. Dilimi çekerek götünün deliğini ve yarağımın başını bolca kremledim. Sonra başladım yarağımla aşağıdan yukarıya, yukarıdan aşağıya badana yapmaya. Mis gibi amcığından akan sularla göt deliğine badana yaptıkça Ebru haykırıyordu, “Soookkk hadi orospu çocugu! Soksana pezevenk!” diye. Bunu da duydum ya, içimden, Tamam artık orospu, senin o götünü yırtmazsam adam değilim lan! dedim :))

Yarrağımın başını götünün deliğine denk getirip, iki elimle belinden sıkıca kavradım, ki kaçmasın diye, çünkü bu yarrağı yeyipte ilk seferde kaçmayan hatun yoktur. Neyse yavaş yavaş itmeye başladım. Ebru hemen “Aşkım vazgeç olmayacak!” demeye başladı. “Dur aşkım sabret, olacak!” dedim ve biraz daha ittirdim. İttirmemle, Plöff diye bir sesle başı girdi. Ebru ise, “Yandım anammmm!” diye bağırdı ve ellerini arkaya atarak bacaklarıma tırnaklarını geçirdi. Ama çıkarırmıyım sokmuşken! “Dur aşkım kımıldama, başı girdi, birazdan alışacaksın!” dedim. Ama Ebru halen bağırıyor, o bağırdıkça ben sokmaya devam ediyorum. Sonunda köküne kadar dayadığımda Ebrunun nefesi kesilmişti. İki üç dakika hareketsiz içinde bekledikten sonra yavaş yavaş gidip gelmeye başladım. 5 dakika sonra baktım Ebru ellerini bıraktı, bağırmayı kesti ve “Yavaş aşkım, ne olur yavaş, daha yeni alıştı!” demeye başladı. Ben bunu duyunca daha da hızlı pompalamaya başladım…

10 dakika sonra ise götten yemeye iyice alışan ve zevk almaya başlayan Ebru, “Hızlı sok aşkım, dağıt götümü, götten sikilmek çok zevkliymiş, hep sik götümü aşkım, hep sen sik beni!” demeye başladı. Ben de daha fazla dayanamayıp içine öyle bir boşaldım ki anlatamam, döllerim çay bardağını doldururdu herhalde. Orospu büzüğünü sıkarak yarrağım küçülene kadar çıkarmadı götünden. Yarağım kendiliğinden çıktığında ucu hafiften kan olmuştu. Kanı gören Ebru, “Yırttın götümü orospu çocuğu! Kanamış yaa! At yarrağı gibi yarrağın var, alamam diye sana demiştim!” dedi. Ben de, “Aldın işte aşkım, korkma birşey olmaz!” diyerek dudaklarından öptüm. Hemen giyinerek eve doğru yol aldık…

Ebruyu sokağın başında arabadan indirip, 2-3 dakika sonra ben de yavaş yavaş binaya doğru devam ettim. Ebru Binaya girerken kızkardeşi Ezgi balkondaydı. Ezgi deyince, o da tam tay gibi bir kız, bildiğin kısrak yaa! Ezgiyi balkonda mini şort ve askılı bady giymiş halde görünce, eve gider gitmez Ezgiyi düşünerek inanın 2 posta 31 çektim…

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Subject: Kurt Angle VS HHH This story is purely fiction and is not intended to suggest anything about the WWF Superstars in the story. Any positive or negative email would be greatly appreciated at chimera_firelord@yahoo Kurt Angle walked to his locker room, after a great match against Stone Cold Steve Austin. HHH had returned and beaten up Stone Cold, and Kurt had gotten away with his title. Kurt walked through the many hallways, with wrestlers stopping him to congratualte him on a great match. Kurt thanked them all, and thought about how he wanted to go in the shower and get home. He wondered about some of the wrestlers here, in a sexual way. He didn’t think he was gay, but sometimes while wrestling he would get aroused and wouldn’t be able to control himself. This often happened in his matches against HHH. He walked into his locker room, only to find HHH standing in the corner in his leather jacket and jeans. ‘Hey Kurt.’ ‘……what are you doing in here?’ ‘Just thought you might want to thank me for helping you retain your WWF Title.’ ‘Um…OK. Thanks.’ Kurt walks over to his bag and places the title in his bag. HHH smiles as Kurt bends over in his little tights. HHH stares at Kurt Angle’s ass, and Kurt turns around to face him. ‘Do you have a problem ?’ ‘No…not at all, Kurt. Just staring at your ass.’ Kurt Angle looks at HHH weirdly, and then grabs a bottle of water out of his bag. HHH just smiles. ‘So what do you really want ? ‘I want to fuck you up the ass Kurt.’ Kurt looks at HHH shocked, and bursa escort then puts down his water. HHH moves closer to Kurt. ‘, I’m straight.’ ‘So am I Kurt………I just want a peice of your ass.’ Kurt goes to speak again, but HHH grabs his face and kisses him on the lips lightly. Kurt closes his eyes, giving in to HHH’s power. HHH steps back from Kurt, and Kurt watches as HHH takes off his leather jacket. HHH smiles as he rips off his black t-shirt, showing off his finely tuned six pack. Kurt just stares at HHH’s chest. HHH walks over to Kurt and grabs his hand. HHH touches Angle’s face lightly. ‘So Kurt…..are you going to give me what I want?’ ‘….I…um, I’m not……’ ‘Bend over Kurt.’ ‘…..I already told you.’ HHH places Kurt’s hand on his chest, and moves it downwards to his jeans. Kurt’s heart begins to race as HHH moves his hand down further his jeans, until Kurt is touching ‘s bulge. Kurt doesn’t pull his hand away, and HHH smiles. ‘Strip Kurt…..and get on the ground.’ Kurt, standing before HHH in his red, white and blue tights, peels the straps off of his shoulders. HHH watches as Angle pulls his suit down to his legs, and then finally throws it in the corner. ‘The thong has to go as well.’ Kurt looks down, and HHH watches as Kurt removes his black thong. Kurt’s 7 1/2 inch cock is semi erect, but HHH thinks to himself that things are going to change where that is concerned. ‘Get on the ground Kurt.’ Kurt drops to his knees, and lays on all fours on the ground. HHH unbuttons escort bayan his jeans while staring at Kurt’s cute ass. HHH pulls down his jeans and throws them in the corner. Wearing no underwear, HHH’s 9 inch cock stands fully erect. HHH drops to his knees behind Kurt, as Kurt swallows loudly. ‘Ah…? Aren’t you going to use lube or something…..’ ‘No way Kurt…we don’t need it. Were both strong, tough men.’ HHH smiles as he places his cock between Kurt’s ass cheeks. ‘Um…, I’m not so sure about thiiiiiaaaaahhhh!’ HHH shoves his cock all the way in Kurt’s hole, as Kurt screams in pain. Tears come to Kurt’s eyes, as pulls out and then goes back in, slowly this time. HHH puts his hands on Kurt’s chest, as he pumps in and out of Kurt’s hole. Kurt’s screams of pain slowly turn into screams of pleasure, as he begins to like the feeling of HHH’s cock up his ass. ‘Oh …e on fuck me harder.’ HHH digs his fingernails into Kurt’s chest, as he pumps in harder. Kurt moans softly, as the feeling of pleasure makes him want HHH so bad. HHH continues his pumping, when all of a sudden he grabs Kurt’s shoulders. ‘Oh God…….I’m gonna cum……..AAAAHHHHH!’ HHH screams loudly, as Kurt feels HHH pump all his cum up his ass. HHH keeps pumping into Kurt, and shoots inside of Kurt a good seven to eight times. HHH lies in Kurt’s back, his dick still inside Kurt’s ass. HHH pulls out and falls to the ground, sweaty and naked. Kurt faces HHH and places a hand on his chest. HHH looks up at Kurt, and bursa escort then looks down to see Kurt’s 7 and 1/2 inch cock fully erect. Kurt moves towards HHH, and his cock hits HHH’s leg. HHH smiles at Kurt and then kisses him on the lips. Kurt opens his mouth, and the two explore each other’s mouths. HHH releases his lips away from Kurt’s and positions himself between Kurt’s legs. HHH kisses Kurt’s neck, then moves down to his chest. He licks Kurt’s nipple, then moves down to his stomach. HHH grabs Kurt’s thighs with his two hands, and moves his lips down towards Kurt’s cock. HHH licks the precum off of Kurt’s cock, as Kurt moans softly. ‘…..give it to me now, I can’t stand waiting.’ With one movement, HHH places his mouth around Angle’s cock. HHH moves up and down slowly, licking all the time. Kurt moans loudly…. ‘Oh….yeeeeaaahhh.’ Kurt grabs HHH’s head and shoves his cock ins his mouth. HHH nearly chokes, but Kurt continues doing it and has a steady rhythm going. HHH just leaves his mouth open as Kurt shoves his cock in and out of HHH’s mouth, all the while moaning loudly. ‘……I’m going to…..AAAAAAHHHHH!’ Kurt loses control and creams all in HHH’s mouth. HHH swallows as much as he can, but Kurt’s cum dribbles down the outside of his mouth, and on to Kurt’s leg. Kurt continues to cum in HHH’s mouth when…. Stone Cold walks in the locker room. He is reading a sheet of paper, and hasn’t noticed what is going on. Kurt has his eyes shut and continues to face fuck HHH, but HHH tries to pull away. Kurt moans loudly and Stone Cold looks over….. ‘What the hell is going on!’ HHH gets up, with cum dripping down his mouth, as Angle attempts to cover himself up. HHH walks over to Stone Cold….. ‘I can explain Steve…..’ TO BE CONTINUED!

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Subject: The Underwear Models III NOTE: This is a work of fiction and although I might wish otherwise is not a depiction of actual events nor is it reflective of the sexualities or preferences of anyone involved. Nor do I own any copyrights or trademarks referenced or used in this work of fiction. With that said I hope you enjoy this piece of fiction. If you did enjoy it please feel free to get in touch. Feedback, requests and good chat are welcomed! Also if you can then you should consider donating to Nifty to help keep this site running so you can enjoy more glorious works of fiction fty/ The Underwear Models III “Now obviously you’re not the first pop star to strip down to their underwear…” “No!” Liam was deep into another round of interviews. In theory he was promoting his new album and latest single but invariably the questioning would always steer back to his underwear campaign. Not that he objected. He was being paid handsomely to serve as the face and body of his own line of Hugo Boss clothing after all. “So what do you make of your competition?” Liam broke into his well practiced and casual laugh at the question before launching into the rest of his well used response to this particular line of questioning. “Who did you have in mind?” “Well, I mean, Justin Bieber pretty famously stripped down to his Calvin’s!” “He did! He did! Look I think he did it well but I think I did it better…” Liam slipped into a comfortable and polished autopilot for the rest of the interview. Slipping in some casual flirty responses to the female interviewer’s questions about his underwear shoot and his new music. He supposed he’d been asked the same group of questions a few hundred times at this point and his answers had become as canned and predictable as the questions themselves. If he wasn’t asked about other famous underwear shoots then he’d be asked which of his One Direction bandmates would be the ones to follow in his footsteps and strip off in front of the camera. Liam did like to switch up his response to that one every now and then. Picking a different member of his former band depending upon his mood. If he’d answered truthfully then Liam would be forced to say that he’d never really given any thought to any other celebrity underwear shoots. Of course he’d been vaguely aware of most of them, some more than others, but prior to the release of his own shoot he’d never paid them any real attention. He recognised that he wasn’t really the intended market for those campaigns and that he wouldn’t be the intended market for his own campaign. Of course he also considered if that was still true. In the weeks following the launch of his Hugo campaign Liam had experienced things he would never have previously imagined. He imagined them quite a lot now. But he wasn’t just remembering the time he’d spent with Ronaldo or thinking of future meetings between the two. The pair had been exchanging almost daily messages and phone calls in the weeks since Liam’s trip to Italy trying to coordinate schedules and arrange another meeting. Liam was also finding himself considering things he hadn’t before, like the other celebrity fronted underwear campaigns he was unfailingly asked about. Of course he’d become intimately familiar with Cristiano’s various shoots and still found himself drawn to those images more than any other but he’d also critically assessed shoots from the likes of David Beckham and Justin Bieber. In all honesty he hadn’t found himself particularly drawn to Bieber’s shoot, in comparison to the mountain of muscle that was Cristiano Ronaldo Liam wasn’t sure he saw or understood the appeal. He was just a little too scrawny. There was, Liam decided, no challenge there, Bieber was a clear beta. Beckham’s shoots had proven more enticing though. The older muscled man seemed of a type with Ronaldo. Both world class athletes and beauties. He imagined there would be a similar thrill to bedding Beckham as there’d been with Ronaldo. Perhaps more given his older more worldly status. Not that Liam was finished with Cristiano just yet. The trip to Italy and their night in Ronaldo’s home had established the dynamic of their relationship. Liam had had his position as alpha confirmed. Ronaldo, despite his God-like physique and status as the best in the world, had been more than willing to submit to him. Liam might even have described him as desperate. The way he’d greedily sucked and licked on Liam’s toes and allowed his throat to be used and roughly fucked had been surprising and yet it felt entirely right. Occasionally, in the weeks after Italy, Liam wondered how many other men Ronaldo had allowed to use him in that way. If there was one downside to this electrifying experience it was the knowledge that he was not the first to claim Cristiano Ronaldo in this manner. He’d known it for sure in the shower. The sounds Ronaldo had made as his tongue had pushed its way into the footballer’s hole and the way that hole had opened for him as if begging for him to enter. Liam had known in that moment that had he wanted to, he could have taken Ronaldo in that shower. He could have fucked him like one of the desperate screaming fangirls he’d taken to bed during his time in One Direction. And he’d known that he wouldn’t have been the first to take Ronaldo in this way. While realising that he wouldn’t be the first to claim supremacy over Ronaldo had lessened the thrill it had not removed it entirely. Liam had still decided that he would fuck Ronaldo. He had thought about it on multiple occasions since Italy including the nights he’d had a woman in his bed. He’d found himself unable to stop thinking how Ronaldo would compare. Would he be tighter? What noises would he make as Liam entered him? Anal sex had only held limited appeal to Liam until now. While he’d never contemplated it with his younger conquests during the early days of One Direction when he expanded his appetites to include older women things had changed. He could still remember his first experience with anal sex. When Niall had set his sights on a pretty teenage fan accompanied to the show by her mother Liam, as a favour to his bandmate, had agreed to distract the mother. They’d ended up in adjoining hotel rooms. He could still remember that he’d been able to hear Niall fucking the woman’s daughter in the room next door. He supposed they must have been able to hear Liam fucking her and they would surely have heard her begging Liam to fuck her arse. Ever the gentleman Liam had obliged. The hole had been tighter. More difficult to fuck. It had thrown the rhythm of his strokes at first but he soon adapted and the woman seemed to enjoy herself. Liam liked to think of his night with that woman. It was burned into his memory. She was, he thought, the first married woman he’d fucked. Certainly not the last though. For a while the other boys in the band had joked that wedding rings were his kink. They hadn’t been entirely wrong either. Taking another man’s woman certainly appealed to his ego and helped assert his position as alpha. He understood that his encounters with Ronaldo were playing a similar role. They fed his ego in a way little else had in recent years. He wondered how much further this desire would push him to go. The discreet buzzing of his phone pulled Liam from this particular train of thought. He’d set his phone to vibrate at the start of the day as he’d prepared for the onslaught of interviews and hadn’t thought to switch it back now that he was done for the day. In fact he wasn’t even sure he’d realised he was done for the day. He’d been only vaguely aware of departing the hotel where the interviews had been held and clambering into the chauffeur driven car that was now speeding him back to his own home. He thought maybe he’d made some preliminary small talk with the driver but he couldn’t remember. His mind had been elsewhere. Liam registered a moment of slight surprise as he glanced down at his phone and read the notification. A new message from Zayn. For years after he’d left the band Liam had had little to no contact with Zayn. They’d never been the closest members of the group and there had been hurt feelings on both sides when Zayn had left the band. But unexpectedly their paths had crossed just a few days earlier at some industry event or another. They’d exchange greetings, forced small talk and swapped numbers. Liam had expected that would be the end of it and yet here was Zayn messaging him out of the blue… * * * * * Cristiano Ronaldo tried to focus on the training session playing out before him. When he’d agreed to drop by a training session for the under 23 squad he’d been almost excited by the idea of it. As a general rule Ronaldo loved showing his face at these youth training sessions. The young wannabe players would be awestruck by him and heap praise upon him and Ronaldo was never happier than when he was the centre of attention. Today, as had been the case for weeks now, Ronaldo’s mind was elsewhere. He struggled to focus on the sea of young players as they sprinted across the training pitch trying to catch his eye and win his praise. Ronaldo’s mind was dominated by a man who was nowhere near the Juventus training ground. Try as he might, and he’d most certainly tried, Ronaldo was unable to banish thoughts of Liam Payne. It was fair to say that Ronaldo’s interactions with Liam had not gone how he’d originally intended. When he’d flown out to London for the launch of Liam’s underwear line with Hugo Boss he’d had very different intentions. He’d had visions of repeating his encounters with another young pop star but Liam Payne had been no Justin Bieber. Bieber had been so submissive. So pliant. Not just willing to serve but eager. It was thoughts of that cock hungry singer that had compelled Ronaldo to seek out Liam Payne. On the surface the two singers had seemed so similar and yet they’d turned out to be so different. Bieber’s public arrogance had melted away in Ronaldo’s presence. And as Bieber’s arrogance had faded, Ronaldo’s had grown stronger. He allowed himself to be treated as the God he knew himself to be. To be worshipped and served for hours at a time. There seemed to be almost no end to Bieber’s hunger. His experience with Liam had been so wildly different. Even during that first drunken night Liam’s arrogance and confidence hadn’t faded away like Bieber’s had. If anything the opposite had happened. Ronaldo had felt his own confidence fading away as Liam’s had grown. The young singer hadn’t shied away from comparing his own physique to Ronaldo’s and when he’d taken out his cock he’d felt confident in his own superiority. That confidence had been deserved as well. As much it pained Ronaldo in the moment it was undeniable that the younger man’s cock was larger and thicker than his own impressive piece. It was among the largest that Ronaldo had seen and certainly the largest he had taken. That first night he had felt himself drawn to Liam in a not entirely new but certainly an incredibly rare way. There had been only a handful of men that Ronaldo had allowed himself to submit to. He was a superior physical specimen and would usually demand to be treated as such except for on rare occasions. And only once before had he allowed himself to fully submit to a man the way he knew he would with Liam. That night in the shower as Liam’s tongue had teased and pressed against his hole he’d wanted more. He’d wanted to feel that superior cock inside him. Ronaldo had only felt that way once before. Of his many sexual conquests just one had been allowed to so fully dominate him. He didn’t like to think of it often, if at all. The whole thing was so inexplicable. Cristiano Ronaldo, a God in human form with the body and good looks to back that statement up, had been taken by Wayne Rooney. A rough stocky brute. It made no sense and yet Ronaldo had found himself repeatedly unable to resist Rooney’s unique brand of charm. Not that he really got the chance to resist. Rooney was strong and powerful. He could remember being surprised at the ease with which the Englishman had overpowered him. The way that helpless feeling of being pinned down had sent a rush of blood running to his cock. The way he’d debased himself and begged for Rooney to take him. The way Rooney had used his spit as lube before forcing his way inside of his rival. Ronaldo had never experienced anything like it. Even at a young age he’d been aware of the effect his looks and ability on the football pitch had on those he came into contact with. Everyone had always been so eager to please him and he’d always been happy to take advantage of that. But not with Rooney. With Rooney it had all been different. He had taken other cocks but no one had taken such complete control of him. Even on the rare occasion he’d allowed himself to be fucked he’d been in control but not with Rooney. For a time he had consoled himself with the belief that his time with Rooney was an anomaly. The Cristiano Ronaldo that had powered Manchester United was different to the man who had dominated Real Madrid and now Juventus. Manchester was a different time in his life. A time before he fully understood his superiority to those that surrounded him. But then he’d found himself alone with an older bearded Wayne Rooney and he’d reverted back to Manchester. He’d allowed the Englishman to overpower him. To pin him down. To take him hard and rough. Not just allowed it but begged for it. Cristiano Ronaldo, the superior God of football, had begged for Wayne Rooney like one of the cheap whores the Englishman seemed so keen on. He pushed thoughts of Wayne Rooney from his mind and tried to return his attention to the training session although it now seemed as if things were winding down. The coaches had gathered the team in a huddle at the centre of the pitch as they ran through notes and thoughts on the session. Things that were done well. Things to be worked on. They’d soon be signalling to him. Ushering bursa yabancı escort him to the centre of the pitch to talk about what he’d seen and he supposed he’d have to say something although he had no idea what. * * * * * If Liam had been surprised to receive a message from Zayn the casual and relaxed text banter they quickly settled into had surprised him even more. Things had grown more surprising still when he’d suggested Zayn come over and have a drink or two so they could catch-up properly. The relationship between Liam and Zayn had never been the most relaxed and natural. While he’d been able to quickly settle into a friendly easy rhythm with the other band members, things with Zayn had always been just a little awkward and stuttering. Liam had always chalked that up to a clash of egos and personalities, particularly in the weeks and months after Zayn had left the band, but in more recent times he’d come to suspect that wasn’t really right. Things with Zayn had always been just a little awkward because Zayn had never been able to fully hide his attraction to Liam. Stolen glances here and there that lingered just a little too long. The way he’d always stand just a little too close on stage and in photos and take full advantage of any excuse to touch Liam and there had been plenty of those. And of course there had been their one and only shared sexual experience. The way Zayn had hungrily eyed Liam’s cock. How he’d spent the entire threesome with his eyes on Liam. Taking in his naked body and the powerful way he’d thrust into the woman they were supposedly sharing. The more Liam looked back on that night the more he struggled to remember any real physical interaction between Zayn and the woman they’d picked up. He’d barely been more than a passive observer to the whole thing. For the years they’d spent together in One Direction the tension between himself and Zayn had only served to makle Liam uncomfortable but in more recent times his attitude on the whole thing had changed. His experiences with Ronaldo had opened up a whole new world of sexual desires and possibilities that he’d previously considered off limits. They were off limits no more and it seemed to not just ease his interactions with Zayn but make him ready for more. The sound of the door buzzer echoing through the house broke Liam from his thoughts. Zayn, it seemed, had arrived. Liam felt a flutter of butterflies in his stomach as he approached the door. He realised that he was about to break new ground or at least attempt to and was just a little nervous about it. It occurred to him for the first time that maybe after all these years Zayn was over his infatuation, or whatever it might have been, with him. And just how was he going to broach the subject of all of this anyway? He didn’t lack confidence with women but that was easy. Both parties were on the same page but with men it was murkier and harder to read. Ronaldo had done all the work during their first drunken encounter and so far that was the sum total of his experience with men. It was too late to be having these thoughts and second guessing himself now though. “Zayn!” Liam gave his best welcoming smile as he pulled the door open and came face-to-face with his former bandmate once again. Zayn seemed taller than Liam remembered from their time together in One Direction and, much like Liam himself, he’d filled out since then. His transformation was less dramatic than Liam’s. The muscle seemed more pronounced and toned than before but not to the size and bulk that Liam had achieved. “Come on in man!” Liam moved to one side and allowed Zayn entry into his home. “Just through there…” He’d gestured vaguely in the direction of the living room as Zayn entered. If Liam had felt a slight fluttering of nerves in the pit of stomach before opening the door it seemed that Zayn’s nerves were a full blown hurricane. They were etched all over his face. Combined with the way Zayn had spent just a few seconds too long eyeing him in the doorway Liam was sure that whatever infatuation or crush Zayn had once had for Liam was still very much alive. “You want a beer?” “Sure…” “Grab a seat.” Zayn cautiously eyed the various sofas and armchairs that occupied the large living room as Liam disappeared from the room to grab a couple of beers. As he strutted back into the living room with bottled beers in hand Liam thought that he saw Zayn’s heart stop for just a moment. It was a gratifying moment. Liam had spent a surprising amount of time picking out his particular outfit for this meeting and was happy to see it have the desired impact. The light grey sweatpants clung to his newly muscled thighs and pulled tight against his crotch. “Here man…” Liam handed a beer over to Zayn before dropping down on the sofa just along from him. Zayn was happy for the beer and took a long gulping swig from it. Presumably hoping the alcohol would help calm his nerves. “So, how you been?” * * * * * “…não pare” Ronaldo heard but didn’t quite recognise the gasping pleading pleasure in his voice as it echoed through the shower cubicle. The tongue twisting and turning as it probed and teased at his hole felt great. It lacked the confidence and power of the last tongue that had snaked its way inside him but the young footballer on his knees behind him was holding his own against Liam Payne. A few more years of experience and he’d be quite something. It was fair to say that this was not how Cristiano had pictured this scenario playing out. When he’d first caught sight of Nicolo Fagioli after the training session he’d been observing it was his lips that he’d noticed. Specifically it was the almost seductive way he’d been licking and biting at them as he listened to the great Cristiano Ronaldo speak. Ronaldo had lost his train of thought on a couple of occasions as he’d allowed himself to be distracted by those lips. Distracted by thoughts of them wrapped around his impressive cock as the dirty blonde haired Italian bobbed up and down on it. But that was not how things had played out. Sure, the younger player had spent an all too brief moment lavishing attention upon Ronaldo’s cock. His tongue and lips had almost devoured his cock before quickly moving to his balls. Sucking, kissing and licking on them. The pleasure had been intense and Ronaldo had quickly become lost to it. He’d barely registered the way Nicolo’s tongue had snaked its way beneath his balls to lick and taste the smooth skin there. Nor had he put up any resistance to the young Italian spinning him round. Before he’d known what was happening Ronaldo had found himself leaning against the wall of the shower cubicle as the young Italian player parted his tight muscled arse and dove between the cheeks. Although he sensed that he was rapidly losing all control of the situation, Ronaldo couldn’t stop himself from reaching back and pushing Fagioli deeper into him. Forcing his tongue and lips deeper. He heard another gasping moan escape his lips as the tongue finally pushed its way inside. He tried to remember how he’d found himself in this position. He was the great Cristiano Ronaldo and yet here he was giving himself to another young wannabe. His physical superiority was undeniable here. As was the case with Liam this young rising star couldn’t possibly match Ronaldo’s imposing and towering physique. Nicolo’s body was lightly toned, almost skinny, it couldn’t match the perfectly chiseled and deeply defined muscle of Ronaldo. The boy had been in awe as he’d observed Roaldo’s naked frame and half heartedly compared it to his own. Ronaldo had been unable to stop the swelling of his ego, and other parts, as Nicolo’s fingertips had traced the lines and curves of his muscular physique. He’d found himself intensely turned on as he heard the younger man’s mumbled awe at both the size and hardness of his body. And yet somehow Ronaldo had once again lost his obvious and easily obtained position of superiority. Before Liam he’d always found it so easy to assert his dominance but now he was almost at the mercy of some teenager. As attractive and skilled as Nicolo Fagioli was, this was not the natural order. It almost came as a relief when Nicolo’s tongue withdrew from his hole. It meant the haze of intense pleasure would fade away. He’d be able to reassert himself. Except Ronaldo once again heard the mewing sound of his own pleasure escape his mouth as the young Italian player’s tongue slowly moved up his spine. It stopped at his neck where Nicolo planted a soft kiss. “I’m going to fuck you so good…” It took a moment for Ronaldo to translate the Italian in his head. A moment to fully register the younger man’s intent. “You want my young cock don’t you?” Cristiano could feel that young cock pressed against him. Its length and girth felt impressive nestled between his cheeks. Slowly he squeezed at the cock by tensing his arse. Pressing his cheeks against it and carefully grinding on it. He knew he shouldn’t but he was unable to stop himself. “Yes… tell me you want it…” Ronaldo just moaned his response as he continued to grind against Nicolo’s cock. His arse slowly sliding up and down the cock. He felt the young players’ hands on his body. Gliding over the defined ripples of his abs to the solid muscle of his chest. Stopping for a moment to tease his nipples. Gently pinching and twisting at them and drawing more yearning sighs from Ronaldo. And then a hand was at his neck with another in his hair. As one tightened the other pulled back and Ronaldo felt his head yanked back as his breathing became just slightly restricted. “Say it slut! Tell me you want my cock!” The aggression was unexpected. This wasn’t the cute young twink that Ronaldo had spotted among the youth team. He was something else entirely and Ronaldo found himself desperately wanting to submit. He had to fight the urge to debase himself and beg for this boy’s cock. * * * * * “I’m serious, they gave me hundreds of them…” Liam sank the last of another bottle of beer and felt the warm tingling of a light alcohol buzz spreading through his system. He guessed that Zayn was experiencing a buzz of his own. Zayn had visibly relaxed and sunk into the sofa as they’d downed beers and chatted. The topic, as it always inevitably did these days, quickly turned to Liam’s new found status as an underwear model. “…I’ve got boxes and boxes, you want some?” The two men both broke into a strange giggling laugh. A tipsy laugh at nothing in particular. “No! I’m serious. Wait here…” Liam practically rolled himself off of the sofa and half jogged out of the lounge. It had been a surprisingly relaxed and fun evening. There had been no sign of the awkward and strained interactions he’d had with Zayn when they were both part of One Direction. They’d laughed and joked like old friends. He’d even found himself dismissing the idea of making a move on Zayn. He couldn’t seem to find the right opening or the right way to move the night from their joke filled banter to something more sexual. With women this had always come so easily to him but he couldn’t make it translate to Zayn. But he hadn’t completely dismissed the thought. Every time Liam had felt himself just allowing the night to be two old friends catching up and making new bonds he’d catch sight of an undeniable hunger in Zayn’s eyes. The other man’s eyes would widen slightly as he casually flexed his biceps or come alive with fire and desire as they lingered on his crotch. And Liam would catch his former bandmate biting or licking at his lips and know that he wanted those lips wrapped around his cock. “Here!” Liam dropped a box at Zayn’s feet with a giant grin on his face. “For you!” “What the fuck is this?” “A gift. Open it.” Cautiously Zayn pulled and ripped at the tape that was holding the plain brown box closed as if he was expecting something to leap out of the box and attack him. When he finally managed to pull the box open nothing jumped out but Zayn’s drunken inhibition free laugh returned. “See! Hundreds!” The box was full of multiple packs of Hugo Boss underwear of varying styles and colours. Some of the packaging was emblazoned with Liam’s face and body and others weren’t. Zayn carefully removed one of the boxes that featured a shot from Liam’s underwear shoot. It was as if he was mesmerised by it. Unable to take his eyes off of the image of Liam in his underwear and Liam felt an unexpected jolt of excitement race through his body. In this moment Zayn had been completely incapable of hiding his desire for Liam. “Try them on!” “What?” “I’ve got other sizes. Gotta make sure we’re sending you home with ones that fit, right?” “I… I don’t…” Liam ignored Zayn’s muffled protests and began fishing through the large cardboard box he’d dumped at Zayn’s feet. Within a few seconds he’d pulled out what he was looking for, a multipack of white boxer briefs identical to the ones he’d worn for his campaign. “These ones!” He held the pack out toward Zayn who made no immediate move to take it. Zayn’s eyes were still fixed on the image of Liam that filled the pack he was holding. Liam could understand why, he looked damn good in that photo and it had been the obvious choice to brand the packaging with. Zayn was broken from his trance like state as Liam snatched the package from his hands and replaced it with the underwear he’d chosen for his former bandmate. “Oh, these are cool!” For the first time Liam was really looking at the underwear that was in the box Zayn had been holding. They weren’t the plain boxers that made up his own underwear collection with Hugo Boss, these ones were brighter and featured distinct geometric patterns in different colours. “You try those ones, I’ll try these ones!” Zayn didn’t seem to know what to say or how to react. Liam wasn’t even sure he was processing what was happening. In truth Liam wasn’t entirely sure he understood what was happening either. bursa sınırsız escort He didn’t feel in control of the situation but it felt right. Every fibre of his being was telling him this was a great idea. The universe was guiding him to where he wanted to be. “I don’t…” Liam wasn’t paying attention to Zayn’s mumbled protests. Instead he was pulling his carefully selected white t-shirt off over his head. Suddenly the body that had mesmerised Zayn on the front of the underwear packaging was in front of him in person. Only Liam knew it was more impressive now. His arms larger, his chest and abs more defined. Zayn seemed to agree that it was more impressive too. His mouth hung just slightly open as he took in the sight before him. “…Ok! Fuck it!” Zayn lifted himself off the sofa as he spoke and was pulling his own t-shirt over his head. His upper body was less defined and muscular than Liam’s but there was still muscle and definition there. A hint of abs and light chest muscles. He looked good and not like the skinny kid he’d been in One Direction. “Nice man, you’ve been working out!” “Yeah… a little… I guess but…” Zayn was stumbling over his words at the compliment. Liam thought he might even be blushing a little. “…Well not like you. I mean, Jesus!” Zayn gestured toward Liam’s body. A body he was clearly in awe of. Liam could feel his ego swelling as he felt Zayn’s eyes on him. Admiring him. And it wasn’t just his ego that was swelling. He could feel the blood beginning to flow to his cock. But on that front it seemed that Zayn was well ahead of him. There was an unmistakable bulge protruding from the front of his trousers. “Thanks man, the abs are looking pretty good right now, huh?” “Yeah definitely. I mean… ” Zayn just trailed off. He seemed so unsure of what was happening or how to proceed. In contrast Liam suddenly felt fully in control of the situation. He understood that Zayn was putty in his hands now. “You want to feel them?” Zayn didn’t respond to the question he simply swallowed hard. Almost as if he was unable to say anything. “Come here…” Liam signalled for Zayn to come closer and without hesitation he did. He stepped forward and Liam took hold of his wrist and gently guided his hand to the top of his abs. To the first pair of deeply defined muscles. Liam felt the tips of Zayn’s fingers press against his skin. Testing the muscle and finding no give. Slowly Zayn’s hand began to travel down. Deliberately tracing the lines of his abs. “Oh god!” “Keep going…” It was clear that Zayn didn’t need the encouragement but Liam gave it anyway. He wanted to maintain control of the situation. He wanted to maintain control of Zayn. Slowly Zayn’s fingers reached the bottom of Liam’s muscled stomach and came to a stop at the waistband of his jogging bottoms. “I said keep going!” Zayn’s hand slipped under the waistband and not just into Liam’s sweatpants but his underwear too. The fingers that had been delicately tracing the outline of his abs were now wrapping themselves around his slowly hardening cock and beginning to stroke. Helping Liam to become harder, longer and thicker with every passing second. “Fuck, its so big!” * * * * * The dick was bigger than he’d expected but not big enough to present a challenge. He took the full length into his mouth and throat and drew satisfaction from the surprised gasp of pleasure that came from above him. He pressed his palms and fingers against the younger man’s surprisingly solid and muscled upper body as he continued to devour his cock. This still wasn’t how Ronaldo had pictured things going. He’d been caught off guard by Fagioli’s desire to dominate and his own desire to submit to the young player. He had not expected to fall to his knees for this boy but here he was on his knees in the warm shower block. This was however preferable to the alternative that had presented itself. Ronaldo’s devouring of his cock had at least subdued the younger man. He was lost in the pleasure of Ronaldo’s lips and the tightness of his throat. The control he’d had over the encounter was rapidly slipping away with each move of Ronaldo’s mouth. “Succhialo puttana…” Ronaldo felt a jolt of electricity as he translated the Italian in his head. The boy had a filthy mouth and Ronaldo was surprised by how much he enjoyed it. Surprised by the thrill of being labelled a whore by this young wannabe star and the way it made his cock throb. And yet in the back of his mind he felt the creeping disappointment. As his hands pressed against the boy’s firm flesh and his mouth devoured his cock Ronaldo couldn’t help but compare him to Liam. The young pop star’s body was so much harder and defined. His abs had been deeply cut whereas Nicolo’s were less defined. And when it came to their cocks there was no comparison. Not that the young football player should feel any shame in his cock. It was a good size and girth. Not far off Ronaldo’s own impressive piece but Liam’s cock was something special. Despite himself, Ronaldo allowed himself to feel some comfort from this comparison between Nicolo Fagioli and Liam Payne. He decided that his desire to submit to this boy was really a misplaced desire for Liam. All the pent up frustration and desire he felt for Liam misdirected toward a youth player. More than ever he realised that he needed to make his third encounter with Liam happen. This inexplicable desire to submit and give himself to someone who simply could not compare to him would not go until he felt Liam Payne inside him. “Puttana più profonda, più profonda!” Another electric thrill shot through his body at being deemed a whore by Fagioli. He didn’t even bristle as he felt the young man’s hands in his carefully styled hair. His fingers locking around the dark hair. Usually Ronaldo would not allow this but usually he wouldn’t be on his knees worshipping this boy’s cock. He allowed himself to be forced down onto the cock. To feel the head forced into his throat and held there and he found himself choking and spluttering as Fagioli bucked his hips. This boy was fucking his throat and Ronaldo could feel the pre-cum pouring from his own cock. He had to fight the urge to stroke it. To bring himself to what he knew would be a quick climax. He would not allow himself to cum with this boy’s cock buried in his throat. “Sì! Prendi tutto questo giovane gallo vecchia puttana!” Ronaldo felt an ever big jolt of electricity pass through him as he digested this boy’s latest insults. Not just a whore but an old whore. The great Cristiano Ronaldo cast as an old whore greedily servicing a young stud. And yet he could not argue with the description. He was an obedient whore on his knees opening his throat. Choking and spluttering on this boy’s cock. Struggling to breathe but refusing to be defeated. He wanted every inch. He wanted to make this boy cum. “Fottuta puttana avida…” He wished that the boy’s filthy mouth wasn’t turning him on. He knew that he should be disgusted by this boy labelling him a whore but the words sent shocks of electricity through his body. It was taking what little self control he had left not to stroke his own cock to climax. He could feel it throbbing and the pre-cum leaking. Instead he focused his attention on Nicolo Fagioli’s cock. The boy’s grip on his skull had loosened and he was once again able to move up and down the shaft of his cock. The young player’s hands were still gripping his head but he was content to merely guide Ronaldo up and down his shaft. Ronaldo suspected the boy was getting closer and closer to the edge. He could taste more and more of the sweetness of the boy’s pre-cum filling his mouth and the young player’s breathing had become increasingly shallow and laboured. Ronaldo could feel the faltering movement of his chest as it sucked in oxygen as his fingers gently teased the boy’s delicate nipples. “Vuoi il mio sperma puttana?” Ronaldo fought the urge to respond to the question. Fought the urge to declare that yes, he did want this boy’s cum. More than anything right now he wanted to feel this boy explode in his mouth. To feel his warm cum filling his mouth and throat. He was sure the boy’s load would taste sweet, at least it would if his pre-cum was any indication. “Sporca troia!” There was a warm wetness on Ronaldo’s face. For a fraction of a second he thought the boy had managed to shoot on his face but that was impossible. His cock was still deep in Ronaldo’s mouth as the footballing star greedily worshipped it. This boy, Nicolo Fagioli, had spat on him. This cute innocent looking dirty blonde had spat on a God. Ronaldo wanted to pull away from this boy’s cock. To remind him that he was the great Cristiano Ronaldo and that this boy, this nobody, should be eternally grateful that he’d even looked at him let alone consented to suck hs dick. But he didn’t. He continued to devour the boy’s cock. To slurp and suck up the pre-cum leaking from it’s head and to work with all his energy to drain his full balls. Ronaldo didn’t even wipe the spit from his face. He just left it to drip down his cheek and chin. “Non fermarti troia. Mi farai esplodere…” Ronaldo felt Nicolo’s hands once again grab at his hair and hold his head firmly in place. The punctuation of his verbal warning that he was about to cum. “Prendi il mio sperma puttana!” Ronaldo felt the first powerful blast fire down his throat and he immediately struggled to swallow it. Within seconds his mouth was filling the boy’s thick warm load. It was as sweet as he’d imagine it would be but there was more than he could have imagined. The boy just seemed to keep erupting. Shot after shot firing down Ronaldo’s throat and into his mouth. He struggled to keep up. He swallowed and savoured as much as he could but he knew small streams of it would be dribbling down the boy’s cock. And as he filled Ronaldo’s mouth with his cum the boy’s filthy mouth continued. “Prendi tutto troia… puttana sporca… frocio avido… Prendi il mio sperma sporca vecchia puttana…” Each degrading insult pushed Ronaldo closer and closer to his own orgasm. The boy had barely touched him through this entire encounter but he’d driven Ronaldo to the edge of his own orgasm. He knew just a few strokes of his throbbing cock would be all it took. He was about to stroke his own cock and pull himself to orgasm when Nicolo’s cock was pulled from his mouth. “Puliscilo troia!” The boy was staring down at his own cock and the small winding rivers of cum that were running down it toward his now considerably less full balls. “Ora!” Ronaldo did as he was instructed. His tongue snaked its way up and down the boy’s slowly softening cock. Scooping up the remaining drops of his cum and swallowing them down. Savouring the sweetness in his mouth. The boy tasted good. “è una brava puttana” With his cock cleaned, Nicolo Fagioli withdrew from Ronaldo. Taking half a step back and looking down at the footballing God for a moment. Spit was still running down Ronaldo’s tanned handsome face and little droplets of cum stained his lips and chin. His cock was still rock solid and leaking pre-cum. Nicolo made no move to tend to Ronaldo’s erection though. The boy’s own cock was spent and with it his interest in Ronaldo. At least for now. With an easy confidence he simply strode past Ronaldo and toward the exit of the shower. “La prossima volta mi scopo quel culo!” Ronaldo let the words echo in his head for a moment. The boy had not lost interest in claiming Ronaldo’s arse and at this moment Ronaldo felt certain he would allow it to be claimed. It was clear that he had misjudged Nicolo Fagioli, much as he had misjudged Liam Payne. In fact the error in judgement may have been even greater here. He had anticipated some degree of arrogance and reluctance with Liam but with Nicolo he had expected a pliant and submissive boy. A starstruck boy in awe of the God before him who would be desperate to serve and worship him. Ronaldo had not anticipated his controlling and dominating streak. Nor had he anticipated the ease with which he would get Ronaldo to submit to him. It was supposed to be Fagioli on his knees servicing Ronaldo’s cock not the other way around. Most of all though Ronaldo had not anticipated Nicolo’s filthy mouth. For that cute little twink to be so nasty had been completely unexpected. But Ronaldo could not deny that he had liked it. To be called a whore and a slut by this boy had excited him. He was a God among men. A modern day Adonis. And yet this boy had labelled him a lowly whore. More than that Ronaldo had allowed himself to be treated as a whore. He’d been this boy’s slut. Liam had claimed him but not like this. This was different. Even now the thought and memory of it excited him. His cock was still painfully throbbing and as he wrapped his fingers around his shaft he realised it was slick with pre-cum. He allowed himself to remember the names that Nicolo had branded him with. The way this boy had spat on him. Reduced him to nothing but a whore. It took just a few strokes for the orgasm to wash over him. It was intense and powerful. His body shook as he fired cum onto his chest and abs. The creamy white liquid standing out against the dark olive of his muscled upper body. Even as the last drops of his cum dribbled from the head of his cock the intense pressure of the orgasm did not dissolve. His head continued to spin and the muscles of his body contract and strain. He stayed on his knees with the orgasm running through him for a minute. Finally it subsided and he could feel himself returning to the room. To the cold empty shower. To the reality of having allowed himself to be used by Nicolo Fagioli. For the first time in his life Ronaldo was struck by an overwhelming desire to be fucked. * * * * * “Holy fuck yes!” Liam had experienced some truly magnificent blowjobs in his admittedly short life but this was something else. Zayn was devouring his cock with a görükle escort hunger and ease that was, like the pleasure racing through his body, indescribable. Some sputtering and choking sounds would escape Zayn’s mouth as he took Liam’s full length down into his throat but they did nothing to calm his enthusiasm or throw off his rhythm. The former Directioner was bobbing up and down on his cock, devouring from head to base with easy fluid movements and with an enthusiasm Liam had never experienced. It had taken just a minute of Zayn lavishing attention on his cock for Liam to collapse onto the sofa. His legs had almost immediately felt unstable as Zayn’s warm wet mouth worshipped his cock. Not that Zayn had skipped a beat as Liam dropped onto the sofa. His lips never departed from Liam’s cock. They stayed tightly wrapped around it savouring every second of contact. For Zayn this was years of pent up frustration, lust and desire finally being released and it was explosive. As Zayn’s mouth lavished attention on Liam’s cock his hands feverishly explored Liam’s upper body. Fingertips running over the deep defined cuts of his abs. Palms pressing into the firm muscle of his chest. It felt as if Zayn had somehow developed more than two hands. He seemed to be everywhere at once. Teasing and pinching at Liam’s nipples one second and then running his fingers down the washboard of his stomach the next before grabbing at his shoulders and arms. As Zayn’s hands grabbed and squeezed at his arms Liam couldn’t help himself, he raised his arms and flexed the classic muscle pose allowing Zayn to truly experience the definition and increasing size of his biceps. The flex seemed to please Zayn who, mouth still full with Liam’s cock, let out an approving moan. Liam felt the vibrations of it tingle through his entire body. The pleasure was intense. He couldn’t believe he’d waited this long to get Zayn on his knees. All those wasted years and missed blow jobs. “You’re so fucking hot!” Zayn had spat Liam’s cock from his mouth and was looking up at him from between his legs. Liam was struck by the look of complete satisfaction on Zayn’s face. The broad dirty grin. “And this cock is perfect!” Zayn gently, almost lovingly, kissed his way down the long thick shaft of Liam’s cock after this declaration. His lips gently pressing against the head before moving just a little lower. Each kiss moving him closer to the base. The move down his cock seemed almost painfully slow to Liam. His dick would twitch and throb each time Zayn’s lips pushed against it. He wanted his cock back in Zayn’s mouth. He wanted to cum in Zayn’s throat. To feed him every drop of his load. When he finally reached the base of Liam’s cock Zayn’s tongue came out to play! Carefully snaking its way from the base of Liam’s cock to his heavy balls. Just the tip of his tongue teasing and tickling at Liam’s balls. “Oh god!” Liam couldn’t contain himself as one ball was slowly sucked into Zayn’s mouth. “Fuck!” Slowly and carefully Zayn continued to suck. His mouth opened just enough for Liam’s second ball to drop into it. And then the sucking became more intense. More powerful. Wetter. Liam could feel Zayn’s tongue wrapping itself around his balls as he continued to suck on them. Liam looked down at Zayn between his legs and couldn’t help but wonder just how many he’d worshipped with his mouth. How many loads had he swallowed? Zayn seemed to be in almost as much pleasure as Liam just now. Liam’s large cock resting against his face, just a little pre-cum leaking from the head onto Zayn’s forehead, and his mouth full with Liam’s balls. Liam had been with women who described themselves as sluts and cockwhores but none of them had ever looked as content and satisfied as Zayn did in this moment. As Zayn’s mouth released its grip on Liam’s balls his tongue immediately got back to work. Once again the tip worked its way over Liam’s balls, travelling up this time and back to the base of Liam’s impressive cock. And then that soft wet tongue was moving up the underside of Liam’s shaft. Moving from the base to the head. Liam braced himself to once again be inside Zayn’s mouth and pushing into his willing and open throat but the pleasure didn’t come. Zayn kissed at the head and then he was standing up. “I need to get comfortable!” Until this point Zayn was still fully dressed but he was now awkwardly and clumsily pulling off his clothes. Kicking his shoes from his feet as he yanked his shirt over his head. Liam took a moment to observe Zayn’s body as he wiggled free of his jeans. The light definition and toning of it. There was muscle there but nowhere near as pronounced as his own. “That’s better!” Zayn was left in a pair of dark fitted boxer shorts that were straining against his obvious erection. A growing wet patch taking shape where the head of his cock pressed against the fabric of the underwear. “No. Those too…” For a moment Zayn hesitated. He was eyeing Liam’s cock with hunger in his eyes. He seemed content to remain in his underwear but Liam, for reasons he didn’t understand himself, wanted them gone. “Take them off.” It was a firm command and Zayn obeyed. He tugged at the waistband of his underwear and pulled them off. This was not the first time Liam had seen Zayn’s cock, they had had their shared sexual experience not to mention years of tours, shared hotel rooms, tour buses and group wanks, but somehow it seemed thicker than Liam remembered. The length was nowhere near Liam’s own but the girth was closer to matching him. Was it possible that Zayn had grown thicker in the years since he’d last seen it? Although he had to confess that he hadn’t paid that much attention to the shape and size of the other boys’ cocks, maybe he was just misremembering. Either way Zayn’s girth was impressive. Fully stripped off Zayn climbed onto the sofa next to Liam and slithered his way down it. His body was pressed against the cushioned seat as his chin rested on Liam’s thigh. He was staring at Liam’s cock. “I think this cock might be perfect…” Zayn’s fingers were gently running over Liam’s shaft as he spoke. “And you taste amazing!” With that Zayn launched himself at Liam’s cock once again! His lips wrapped around the head before diving down to the base of the cock. Choking himself on it. He was almost on all fours now as bobbed up and down on Liam’s cock. He’d take different amounts of the length down each time. Sometimes he’d just open his throat for the head of Liam’s cock and other times he’d take it to the base. Liam had never experienced anything quite like it. Women had always tried, and mainly failed, to take him to the base. Spluttering, gagging and choking on it. Covering his dick and balls in their spit. And with Ronaldo he’d wanted to be in control. To claim that mouth and throat as his. But Zayn was different. He didn’t need to claim Zayn’s mouth it was already clear that he had it. Zayn was worshipping every inch of him and Liam was more than happy to let it continue. The pleasure was intense and unlike anything he’d experienced. Not better than claiming Ronaldo but different. As Zayn continued to work his cock with unbridled enthusiasm Liam’s hand moved down his back. Slowly sliding down Zayn’s spine to his small pert arse. Liam gently squeezed a single cheek and he felt Zayn bristle. When Liam ran a single finger between Zayn’s cheeks it completely threw him off his rhythm. Zayn’s entire body seemed to clench and tighten, including his throat. The spluttering and choking on Liam’s cock became more pronounced. When Liam’s finger found and gently pressed against the knot of Zayn’s hole he spat the cock from his mouth entirely. “I don’t…” The rest of Zayn’s declaration was lost to Liam’s ear. He’d grabbed Zayn’s legs and was hoisting him up. Zayn’s head was still in his crotch but now each of Zayn’s legs was on each of his shoulders. Zayn’s arse in front of his face. The first thing Liam noticed was the light dark hair that was present on Zayn’s arse cheeks. He hadn’t really registered the feeling of the hair on his palm as he’d groped the cheek but there it was. There was a thicker coating of hair between the cheeks. This wasn’t the perfectly smooth and moisturised arse of Ronaldo. This was unmistakably a man’s arse and yet Liam still dove into it. “Oh my… wow!” It was almost as if Zayn’s entire body vibrated as Liam’s tongue swirled and pressed against his hole. Liam could feel the hairs pressing against his lips and face but he didn’t care. He dove deeper into Zayn and felt more of that vibrating pleasure. “What are you! Fuck! Please don’t stop!” Zayn seemed completely lost to pleasure. It was as if he’d never experienced this before. Liam wondered if he could really be the first person to taste Zayn’s hole? In all that dick he’d sucked no one had eaten his arse? The hole wasn’t as relaxed and didn’t open in the way Ronaldo’s had so maybe it was possible he’d never been fucked but surely someone had tasted him before. It was a delicious taste. Not as sweet or smooth as Ronaldo but delicious nonetheless and Liam wanted more. He pressed his face deeper into Zayn and finally managed to push his tongue into his hole. “Holy fucking shit!” Liam could feel the waves of pleasure rolling through Zayn and it only made his own cock throb. Zayn had stopped lavishing attention on it. Unable to focus as Liam’s tongue swirled and twisted inside him and his lips sucked and kissed at his hole. Liam became vaguely aware that Zayn was stroking his own cock as Liam continued to eat him out but he didn’t care. He didn’t care about the warm wetness of the head of Zayn’s cock against his chest or the way he could feel Zayn’s arm pumping away. If anything it only made him dive deeper and twist his tongue into new places and shapes. He wanted to make Zayn cum. “Oh fuck… I’m gonna…” It was as if the thought of wanting Zayn to cum had pushed him over the edge. “You’re gonna make me… don’t stop… please… fuck!” Zayn let out a howl-like sound and Liam felt a warm sticky wetness on his chest and stomach. Zayn had cum, and judging by the feel of warmth on his upper body cum hard. Reluctantly Liam withdrew from Zayn’s arse. Taking one last savoring taste of his hole before dropping him back down onto the sofa. He was panting. He seemed almost dazed and lost in a haze of satisfaction. “Holy shit I’ve never… no one has ever… holy shit!” Liam couldn’t keep the satisfied smirk from his face. He was good in bed. He’d always known this but even so he couldn’t suppress the pride when he made someone cum this way. The ego trip of leaving someone a jabbering mess was a very specific kink but one he definitely had. Even as he looked down at his body, covered in Zayn’s cum, he couldn’t hide his satisfaction in what he’d done to Zayn. He felt a little queasy about being covered in another man’s cum and seeing it pool in the ripples of his muscles but his cock was still rock solid and throbbing. “Don’t worry I haven’t forgotten about you…” Zayn had taken a few deep breaths and seemed to have recovered from his post-orgasm haze. He wasn’t actually talking to Liam though but rather the statement was directed toward Liam’s towering erection. “…but first someone needs to be cleaned up!” Zayn planted a soft kiss on the head of Liam’s cock, letting his tongue flick and scoop up the pre-cum leaking from it, before turning his attention to Liam’s body. His tongue following the deep cut lines of Liam’s abs and finding the pools of cum pooling in them. Zayn’s tongue was soon all over Liam’s muscled upper body. His lips kissing and sucking at it. Savouring every drop of his own cum that covered Liam’s skin. It took almost no time for Zayn to clean Liam’s body of his cum. “Now, I want your cum. Don’t hold back. I’ve been waiting long enough!” “Fuck…” The word escaped Liam’s mouth as a long exhaled breath as his cock was once again enclosed in Zayn’s welcoming mouth. It took just seconds for Zayn to settle back into his rhythm. His lips sliding up and down Liam’s cock. His throat opening for it and taking it deep. The pleasure was just as intense for Liam as it had been when Zayn had first swallowed every inch of him. If anything this time it was more extreme. Zayn was working overtime to milk Liam’s cock. One hand was stroking and groping at Liam’s balls as he deep throated his cock. He was working for that load. Liam could practically hear him begging for it. For his part Liam lay back and let the waves of pleasure wash over him. He could feel his load building and he made no attempt to hold it back. He continued to let Zayn work his cock at speed. Those perfect cock sucker lips forming a vaccum around his dick. That mouth so warm and inviting. And his throat open but still gripping onto the cock buried deep within it. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum…” The warning did nothing to stop Zayn’s work. He continued to bury Liam’s cock deep in his throat. Desperate for his cum. Desperate to make him cum. Out of habit more than anything else Liam closed his hands around Zayn’s head. Holding him firmly in place as he prepared to erupt. Liam’s orgasm came with a roar. The pleasure rolling through his body like thunder. He could feel his cum exploding from his cock. Shot after shot filling Zayn’s mouth. For the first time Zayn really seemed to be struggling with Liam’s cock as he held him place emptying his balls into his mouth. But Zayn took it. He swallowed every drop. Liam couldn’t feel any rolling down his cock or onto his balls. Finally the pleasure of his orgasm subsided and Liam released his grip on Zayn. He’d expected Zayn to immediately withdraw from his cock gasping for breath but he didn’t. He held Liam’s cock in his throat for a little longer. He seemed to be savouring the feeling and sensation of it. And then slowly he withdrew from the cock. Allowing it to slide from between his lips one final time. “Wow!” Liam really didn’t know what else to say. He was spent. His cock slowly softening as Zayn’s fingertips continued to dance over it. Zayn’s head resting on his thigh once again. “Your cock really is perfect….” Zayn still seemed to be slightly dazed but fully content with the whole experience. Liam was familiar with the sensation, he was feeling it himself.

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Subject: The Tales of Sol 62 The Tales of Sol 62 By Joe hoo This my second attempt to write so please tell me what you think. This is a fictional story it is not intended to imply that any members of the Backstreet Boys, Nsync or 98 Degrees are gay, or any of the other celebrities mentioned are homosexuals. If you are not old enough to read these stories do yourself a favor don’t get caught. The same goes for those people whose countries have these sites made illegal. And for everyone else enjoy Captain Planet and related characters was created by R.E Turner and copyright by AOL Time Warner Company and Trademark by TBS Productions Babylon 5 and all related characters and props were created by Michael Straczynski and copyright by Warner Bros. Star Trek and all related characters created by Gene Roddenberry. Copyright Paramount Transformers and all related characters, and props are trademarked by Hasbro inc. Copyright Rhino Home Videos and AOL Time Warner Entertainment CO He-Man, She-Ra, related characters, and props are trademarked by Filmation 1980’s Buffy, the Vampire Slayer, Angel and all related characters created by Joss Whedon. Copyright 20th Century Fox. Batman, and all related characters created by Bob Kane. Copyright DC Comics and Warner Bros. X-MEN, and all related characters created by Stan Lee. Copyright Marvel Comics and 20th Century Fox. To those who’ve been reading Tales of Sol. I want you to know that while there is sex in this story. That is not is sole purpose and yes I do hope the sex sense makes you all hard and gets you off. Sol is an adaption from my childhood favorite show Captain Planet and the Planeteers, The cartoon showed us that the world can be a better place if we took a few moments to care for it. Tales of Sol is meant to express hope. It is also shows how music can have an impact in our lives. While I don’t know if my favorite bands 98 Degrees, Backstreet Boys or Nsync have ever read this. They saw me through some of the hardest moments of my life and offered in their own way hope. To them I say thank you. I dedicate the Tales of Sol to all of my brothers and sisters of the US armed service past, present, and future. I like to thank my friends who I had the privilege showing these chapters with. They helped with editing and inspiration, John Rivera, Albert-Russ Alan Rivera-Odum, Derbe.D. Hunte Yvette Ortiz Samuel Diaz Jr for all their help in Making The Tales of Sol an enjoyable story to write. And I have a few other names starting with the beginner of this universe. James the author of Tales of a Real Dark Knight. I still hope to reconnect with you dear friend and all the rest of this series. Blake the author of Tales of a New Phoenix Jeremi author of the Tales of Young Mutants To understand what is happening in the next couple of chapters read Tales of a Real Dark Knight they came from James. If are reading James I hope you like my take on your story. The Tales of Sol 62 Deep Wounds Leaving Nick’s room and into the hallway I came face to face with Howie. He had tears running down his face. I wasn’t surprised to see him here. From his disturbed aura I knew Howie was at the center of this, and the one who needed me now placing a hand on his shoulder. Beginning the much needed conversation, I started, “Are you ok, Howie?” “I am, sorry but, I overheard your conversation with Nick,” Howie apologized “How come?” I asked as I guided us to Howie’s room “I saw how you looked at Nick and how you could sense his pain,” Howie said “And yours,” I told him “I kind of figured that, and I figured with your connection to the world, you would know how Nick got in contact with that bastard in the first place,” I could hear Howie’s anger toward himself “Yes I do,” was my only response “You must hate me?” Howie sobbed “That is not my place,” I replied “It is my fault that Nick got those treatment,” Howie said “I was so against it, I was raised to believe those acts were so unnatural, it went against God’s design,” I heard the self loathing. I just let Howie vent it was what he needed most at this moment to let all those bottled up feelings out. “I couldn’t stand the fact that Nick was gay, and urged him to seek help,” Howie said full of self anger “As if he had some kind of disease,” Howie fumed “I had a talk with Dr. Israel and he told me he found a way to make gays, straight,” Howie closed his eyes “I was overjoyed. I knew I found hope for Nick,” I watched as Howie began to shudder. “I introduced Nick to Dr. Israel, I put that bastard in the position to preform his fucking experiments on my best friend,” Howie was now shaking like he was in an earthquake. “It is my fault that Nick was hurt,” Howie burst into tears like a soda bottle shook up his feelings were exploding “What Nick was forced to endure I wouldn’t want for my worst enemy,” Howie’s voice found itself in all the uncontrolled tears. I walked over to him and put my hand on his shoulder causing us both to glow. “Howie talk to Nick and tell him this,” “But he will hate me,” Howie tearfully gaze shot up “Howie, Dr Israel is gone but his legacy remains,” I said gently “He hurt Nick and he hurt you all in the process,” my voice was filled with compassion and empathy “Nick is angry and not at you but himself,” I shook my head “You both need closure, Howie you are all feeling the same pain and guilt just in a different way,” I told him “This storm has caused enough destruction, it is time it came to an end. There is a sun that is trying to come out you all deserve peace and happiness,” my voice seem to echo with more than one voice “Are you going to let this bastard win or prove to him that he is no longer in control,” I retorted not to hurt Howie but help show defiance to a maniacal bastard that it was indeed time for him to leave and let this band heal. Howie just leaned into me and all those repressed feeling shot out there were no words just a release of all the hurt and guilt, “Mike tell me something?” Howie shaky voice quaked out Staring into his eyes redden by tears “You told Nick that Dr Israel did not get off easy,” The compassion I felt for Howie was definitely not there for Dr Israel my harden and unforgiving response “Howie there are no words that I can say to you to express the levels of torments Dr Israel is now facing they make what he did to Nick look like a bee sting in comparison,” I saw some recognition pass through redden eyes “So God is in charge?” Howie grinned “Howie he is always in charge,” I snickered then I soften my expression and spoke “Talk to Nick put this moment into the deep dark past where it belongs,” “How can you ask us to forget it?” Howie sniffed as he wiped his tears away. I finally gave him a tissue. Yes, I know I am such a gentleman. “I never said forget use it to help forge a tighter bond to those you have called friends and brothers,” I shook my head in serenity “Those like Dr. Israel always fail for one very important reason and they are always guaranteed to fail,” That got Howie’s attention “What did he fail to see and why bursa escort bayan did he lose?” “Simple he tried to snuff out Hope,” I simply said this made Howie smile the first true smile I have seen since I walked into his room “Because you can’t kill Hope,” He laughed “No you can’t, it can be bent, it can be wounded, it,” I softly acknowledged “But you can’t kill Hope it has a strength that no force on this planet has ever been able to crush,” Howie wiped away the last of his tears Placing my on his shoulder I gave it a gentle squeeze and just like Nick a gentle energy passed between me and Howie and he slowly closed his eyes and a new peace came through as he slipped into sleeps embrace. As with Nick I gently took Howie into my arms and carried him to bed where I said the same prayer. I left his room and softly closed his door and right into a three dimensional AJ McLean “So you are done playing the Healer?” I heard the voice seemingly appear out of nowhere. I looked up into the mischief grin of AJ standing there. “Jesus AJ!” I squealed my hand flew to my heart and the shock of his sudden appearance finally registered with me ‘So much of me always being aware of my surroundings’ I thought to myself “Hey man,” AJ smirked I tried to recover some of my lost dignity “So what do I owe thee honor, of you scaring the crap out of me?” I laughed “Just seeing if you were up to talking more?” AJ asked then he laughed, “And seeing your reaction was more than worth it,” I shot him a withered gaze that only made AJ laugh harder I gave up and simply laughed “I can’t see why not,” “How is the arm?” I asked “Good as new thanks,” AJ responded, moving his arm around a little. We went into AJ room and “Howie must still feel like such an asshole,” AJ stated as we approached his room “You knew?” I asked as AJ opened the door and leading me in “Yeah there isn’t much I miss man,” AJ told me “I noticed,” I cocked my head “Do you blame Howie for what happened to Nick?” I asked “Sometimes I do but I also knew how uncomfortable Howie was when Nick first came out,” AJ confessed “You can’t ask someone to raise a certain way to change their feeling overnight it just can’t be done,” AJ sighed as he remembered something “Hell I was raised with those same beliefs, half the freaking world has been raised that way,” AJ huffed in annoyance. Something I rarely saw come off of AJ’s cool and collected manner. I doubt I ever see him this upset. “So what do you think now?” I asked the look I saw on his confused face showed me that he too hasn’t come to the grips of all that has happened he let out a harsh breath. “That we all still have some healing to do,” AJ said I redirected the question “AJ how did you handle Nick coming out?” I asked him He pondered it and shrugged “Nick is like a little brother to me, and as such I loved him no matter what” I nodded I smiled a little knowing that would be AJ’s response but the smile soon left and a much softer and more calmer expression came off of me I tried not to sound like I was condemning AJ but I was asking what I knew he was already feeling, “So as the older Brother, you feel as if you should have stepped in, when Howie suggested those treatments for Nick?” I asked That caught AJ off guard but it was exactly what he was thinking. “Yeah, I do Mike, I wish I had done something I should have done something,” AJ snarled “I could have helped avoid all the shit Nick had to endure, and all because Howie couldn’t get passed his own self rightness to see Nick was still his friend, and not some demon that needed to be condemned to hell,” AJ huffed just as with Howie all the repressed emotions were not just coming now coming to light and now they were not going to stop until it burns itself out I sat there listening, “There were times I wanted to punch,” I watch AJ ball his fists up and looking ready to hit something “Howie, and make him come to his fucking senses, after we found out that Dr Israel wasn’t curing Nick, but hurting him in every way a person can be hurt,” AJ forced his hands to relax. The effort had more significance then AJ knowing it was his body’s way of telling AJ it was time to let go. “Nearly did if not for Kevin,” AJ confessed, remembering whatever conversation the two of them might have had over this subject. I just listened to yet another damaged heart unburden itself “Nick was my little buddy and had his whole world crammed down his throat, and was force to do things that no man had the right to make someone do,” AJ swore again Falling into the chair behind him as if all exertion has finally left his body. His head rested on the top of the chair and he looked up at the ceiling. As if the tacky ceiling paint could offer any kind of comfort, not that they were. He was looking past them and seeing the Father who was watching the whole thing. A part of AJ was praying to God his next words would be forgiven. “And when I heard that the bastard died in a fire I thought he got off to easy,” AJ stated I knew there was nothing to forgive for the Father’s love was Here I was somehow his vessel, a conduit thanks to the Mother who was channeling all of this through her to me and into my dear friends who needed closure. AJ then squeezed his eyelids shut as a unwanted image suddenly made an ugly appearance, “And when I heard the Nick’s friend Hunter had killed himself, all I could see was Nick hanging from the ceiling and one of us finding him that way,” I heard the fear in his words He paused then brought his head up and looked at me chuckling softly but there was no humor in there. AJ asked, “How in the Hell did you get me to open up like that?” I came to him and crouched down putting my hands on AJ’s knees. “All that happened my friend, was your soul found someone to unburden, this mess, one man, laid on to your whole group,” I looked up at his eyes “One man, AJ one man with a dark agenda,” I softly said as I moved the blame from AJ to the person who really deserved the judgment “He spoke pretty words to make seem like they were true,” “If it sounds too good to be true it usually is,” AJ said wiping tears from his eye unlike Howie I decided to actually be a gentleman and offered AJ a tissue. “And it was,” I agreed, “The point AJ, is Dr Israel fed on Howie’s fears, and appealed to his beliefs,” I brought the conversation back. “Fuck those beliefs,” AJ snarled “You don’t mean that AJ,” I shook my head Sighing loudly “No, no I don’t,” AJ sounded resigned “AJ you are all doing the one thing, Dr Israel was hoping would happen,” my hardened but gentle voice tried to inject. AJ finally understood “We turned on each other didn’t we?” “Close enough that but he failed, and will fail because he can’t kill what meant to be,” I said firmly “How do we get past this?” AJ asked “By denying him the satisfaction, by stepping out into the sun and letting this darkness fade into the depth from which it came,” I offered AJ got out of his chair and pulling me into a hug “For a shorty, you,” AJ laughed as he stood a head taller than me “You stand taller, görükle escort then any person, I have ever come across,” AJ said softly I took his words in as I felt AJ arms wrap around me “Brian is one lucky man,” AJ said pulling me into a hug and with that the soft energy that has been present in me passed to and AJ “Oof,” I groaned as I was suddenly the bearer of more than just AJ’s emotional weight, as he fell into a peaceful sleep in our hug. “I might be short my friend but I am not afraid to carry this for you,” I whispered as I picked AJ up and carried him to his bed “Mother and Father watch over my friends as they dream of a brighter tomorrow,” I said into the great ether Closing the door behind me, my feet took me to the next stop on this road of healing. I made my way to Kevin’s room figuring we would need to talk. Knocking on his door “Come in,” I heard opening the door and Kevin was looking out the window and watching the clouds roll by. “Hey Kev,” I called “Mike, where have you been?” Kevin asked as he gave me the hug only a family member could give “I am doing some damage control repairs,” I replied “Damage control?” Kevin asked “Yes, starting with Nick,” I began “Then to Howie,” I went down the list “Finally AJ after he scared the daylight out of me,” I laughed remembering that memorable crash. “Those steps have brought me to your doorstep,” I replied, pulling him back towards me and giving him a hug only a family member could give. I felt him shudder and heard him huff in disgusted sigh, “And what could you guys have been talking about?” pulling out of the hug and looking back out the window “I somehow doubt you are thinking about our concert in Orlando?” Kevin snapped as he looked out at the night sky “A stain on your group that has eaten a hole right through, and left everyone trying to clean it up only to make the mess even worse,” I replied as I looked out at the same dark skies that he was seeing. He snarled “I take it you too have some thoughts on that subject?” I stated “You could say that,” Kevin sneered but there was an underlying self loathing that was present in all of them. “Am I overstepping my bounds?” I asked still looking out at the night “No, and it not like we can hide it from you with that damn connection of yours,” Kevin snapped at something he hope would be buried forever coming forward “But you feel as though as I should have come to you first,” I spoke I could feel a degree of emotions pouring out of him “Yeah maybe a little,” Kevin confessed “But you would have told me not to interfere in Band business,” I pointed out “Band Business,” Kevin snorted in mock laughter “That was all I was thinking about at the time Mike,” Kevin sat down at the nearest chair I sat in next to him and just listened. “A gay Backstreet Boy,” Kevin huffed “Just what we needed, just what tabloids would have feasted on,” Kevin growled “I feared of what would happen if someone found out if one or more members of the Backstreet Boys was gay,” Kevin told his story “Then I find out that such worries would nearly cost us a friend,” He crowed “Howie came to me, telling me he knew someone who could fix the problem, and though skeptical as if there was some cure for something that really didn’t need to be cured,” Kevin told his story and even confessed that there was nothing wrong with Nick. “Hell my own cousin is gay and he has landed one hell of a man,” Kevin turned his gaze on me and I saw the love of a family member “I count you already as cousin Mike,” he hugged me tightly Getting back to what was buried deep “Nick on the other hand wasn’t given that chance,” “All that worrying about band businesses lead Nick to an evil man who even used us against him,” Kevin snarled “Kevin, can I ask you something?” I asked as we both looked out the window “Sure,” Kevin almost sounded relieved to be talking about anything other than this. I noted the moon “Why do we pay attention to the Moon at night but ignore it when it is out during the day?” Kevin looked at the moon and watched as it softly lit the night sky. “The Moon hangs over the Earth, rotating, and its effect is only really seen on the ocean, where we called it high tide or low tide depending on where the moon is as it revolves around the Earth,” I wondered “However we never look up at it until the sun has set and the moon rises all aglow?” I pondered Kevin looked out the moon again and said “Unlike the moon what we have hanging over us is neither helpful nor beautiful,” “But the effect is not all that different is it?” I directed “No it isn’t, I would walk by Nick’s room and hear him crying or condemning himself and I couldn’t bring myself to open the door and talk to him,” Kevin sighed in anger “This darkness is circling over you all, and as it does it pulls and pushes,” I ventured In the reflection I saw Kevin nod “And when we heard about Hunter’s suicide I was numb I didn’t know what to do,” Kevin stated “You felt powerless?” I asked “That and more,” Kevin said “You know what is funny about the moon Kevin?” I pointed to our closest spatial neighbor “What?” Kevin asked wondering where I was going this time “There are those who say that the Earth’s gravity will eventually bring down the moon,” I remarked as I watched the moon go across the night sky. “And yet there are those who say that Earth will eventually throw the moon into the void,” I speculated “The effect of the Moon being pulled down is a guaranteed death, and destruction of the Earth, and everything on it,” “It is the effect of the Moon being thrown out that still has many wondering,” I pondered Kevin again looked out at the Moon and said “The effect of Dr. Israel on Nick was disastrous, and it is still pulling us down,” “I mean compared to me Nick is but a kid, and children should never be tortured the way Nick, and Hunter were made who knows how many others that fucking asshole! Doctor Israel had hurt with his treatments,” Kevin snarled the last statement “The effect of his departure has left us as equally wondering,” Kevin conceded “We were left with no justice, no real closure, and still are reeling with how Nick was destroyed inside and out,” “So, now what are you going to do about it?” I asked “What do you mean?” Kevin asked back “Well Doctor Israel maybe dead and can no longer pull anyone down into darkness,” I pointed out “But the scar he left which is the size of Mount Everest hangs over this band,” I told him and pointing to the moon “And is still orbiting this group,” “What am I to do Mike I still hear Nick’s cries and I can see what it has done to Howie, and AJ even Brian,” Kevin stated as he looked at the moon “How do you stop the moon from crashing into you when you can’t even duck when it being dropped on you?” “What happens, when its being thrown into the void,” I countered as I looked at the moon “You never know where you are going to land,” Kevin finished my thought “Why is it when something like this happens, people always insist that to take a leap of faith, you are to close bursa escort bayan your eyes, take a step out into the street, and try to walk through traffic?” I looked out again but this time at the street below watching the cars drive by. “Mike, I have to admit that is a damn good question,” Kevin declared as he too looked down at the road, “Yes, walking blindly out into that road,” I started to say. “Is almost a guarantee that you are going to get hit by a semi and not cyclist,” Kevin completed “Kevin, we must be family you are already starting to finish my train of thought,” I chuckled This made my cousin laugh and then he looked uncertain as he stared at the road. “Taking a leap of faith is actually not the same thing,” I stated as I brought my sight back to the moon as it was now hanging over the Empire State Building. “How can you say that, a leap of faith is you closing your eyes and walking out into traffic expecting God to protect you from your own stupidity,” Kevin gasped “Then you blame God for not stopping that semi as it runs you over,” Kevin growled as he looked at the road. I shook my head “It is not, that at all, taking a leap of faith in this case is not blindly walking in traffic,” “It is putting your trust in God, trusting he is leading you,” I put my hand on his shoulder. “It is trusting in those who you call family and friends,” I turned him so we were no longer losing ourselves in the night sky “It is taking a step into that void into that uncertainty only to find at the bottom of it all is power far greater than you rushing at you ready to change you for the better,” I said as the globe on my chest began to glow. “The same thing you did when you stepped off from the safety of your personal helicopter plunged into the ocean to save us to become Earth’s newest champion,” Kevin said putting a hand over my globe. “Like telling all of you that I was some strange freak with powers growing inside of me,” I said as I held Kevin’s hand over that same globe “You are not a freak Mike you are a wonderful person,” Kevin reiterated “Kevin revealing that I carrying Captain Planet within me, to you all, was as much a leap of faith as it was when I had to take that plunge into the watery deeps,” I said just as firmly “Why we wouldn’t have thought differently of you,” Kevin inquired “Kevin you guys could have acted differently, I could have freaked you out, and losing you as friends would have been just as devastating as failing to save you from that plane wreck,” I shook my head in disagreement Kevin thought about it for a moment and then said, “You are right but why did you even take that chance if you were afraid,” I thought back to the plane crash and how terrifying the whole experience truly was. Slowly I spoke “I admit, I thought, I was going to die down there Kevin, and I thought you all would die because I failed you,” I hung my head in recognition “And trying to pushing you away from that void was just as important to me then is it is now,” I put both hands on his shoulders “Revealing to you all that I was Sol,” I slightly changed the subject “Before I was even Sol,” I pushed ahead, “It was a leap of faith and what happened was indeed something that makes Sol’s return pale in comparison,” I smiled. I could see Kevin slowly smile then he frowned again “Mike how do we step back from the void that Dr. Israel left us in?” Kevin finally asked “By trusting in each other, by putting it all out for all to see and letting the pieces fall where they lay,” I reaffirmed “You start by talking to your brothers and cousin, and uses that heart of yours to help heal the rift that formed in your band,” I answered “You make it sound so easy,” Kevin sneered “Trust me pushing a plane back away from a chasm was far from easy. In fact I did more damage to the plane while I was trying to save it,” I snorted “With all my superior strength that allowed me to flip Sentinels head over heels, for all the good it did all while a whole airplane was coming at me was bend the metal of the planes nose,” I admitted That got Kevin attention “I never said it was going to easy,” “It is pushing on that plane and watching as its frame got pushed in as it continued on its journey to oblivion,” I reiterated “But what is the point if we are already going into the void?” Kevin said “The effort alone is what will keep you from the plunge,” I reaffirmed “I am not making this easy am I Mike,” Kevin snickered I just shrugged as it really no big deal “We all have our burden that the hardest to bare,” I told him “Really what kind of burden could you be dealing with?” Kevin asked “You mean outside becoming the Planet’s newest Champion?” I smirked That got a chuckle out of him “Yes outside of that,” “My friends are in pain because of one bastard, all I can do is look out at the moon,” I gestured towards the moon “I am speaking to them in rhetoric telling them about how nothing misses the Mother’s attention and how she uses that pain as her duty as the Mother to heal her children,” I replied “Mike I must ask what is it with you and the Earth? I know you’re her champion but you speak as though she was alive?” Kevin asked me honestly “The Earth is indeed alive Kevin, and thank God she is,” I told him “But it so weird to think of this world as anything more than that the world,” Kevin told me “Let me ask you this Kev, what are your thoughts for God?” I asked him “I know he is there and he has a plan for all of us,” Kevin spoke “And when he created Heaven and Earth don’t you think he had other ideas in mind?” I asked “Yeah he created the Earth to suit our needs,” Kevin supplied “But in order for her to do such a thing would she have to be alive to know what our needs were?” I asked “I guess there is some logic to that,” Kevin wondered “Kev the Earth very much alive she comes to us in hour of need,” I told him “I like to see that,” Kevin said “I am here aren’t I, you are here aren’t you? If it weren’t for the Earth, you guys would have fallen into that chasm, and been crushed by the water pressure,” I pointed out That gave Kevin a shiver at the thought of the underwater grave they just escaped He then said, “We’ve seem to gone off topic,” Kevin said softly “And what topic is that Kev?” I asked “What I am going to do for Nick and the rest,” Kevin answered. I pulled him to another family hug and the same gentle energy this time came from the globe and our hearts began to beat together. It passed through and I fell backwards as Kevin came at me in blissful sleep. Carrying my new cousin to his bed I kissed the top of his head in family way brushing aside his hair “You’ll know what to do after a good night sleep,” I told him There was one last person who I must attend to. And this is where I end this chapter. I hope you all enjoy this as much I do writing it. Sol is now born and the adventure goes on. 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Subject: Cinderfella 2, Chapter 29 The Fae Story: Cinderfella 2: A New Life Chapter: 29 The Fae Author: Eric McQueen ail) Mature Readers only due to sexual situations and graphic sexual content Freedom of expression is precious. To do that Nifty needs help. Your donation is greatly desired. Give to fty/ or this story ends and all the others! That would be a crime! The Fae “Me!?” I blurted in disbelief. “I have never had that…” “Yes,” Demetrius nodded, “you’ve done it before and just didn’t know it.” Toby ran to me and hugged me hard, so did Seth who added a “thank God.” It was a Toby sandwich between his two fathers. Then Thomas joined in. Max walked toward us, “I know this is a family moment…” “Which now includes all of you!” Seth stated happily. “My arms can only go around so many at a time. You’ll have to wait your turn.” Max chuckled, “I’m patient,” he pointed at Wahkooha who hadn’t moved much. He was still mourning his loss of power, “What do we do with him now?” He pointed beyond Wahkooha at the Native warriors, “And them?” Dakotah was now walking up. He never touched any of us, but his whole demeanor had changed. He was almost smiling! In his eyes you could see that. “You have the touch of the spirits.” He was about to give me his hand, but froze. “Is it okay to touch you now?” “Sure,” I said and shook his hand. The senior Native now really smiled, “I prayed to the spirits to remove this man from power. Now, we got our answer. Thank you.” “We don’t have the authority here to really punish Wahkooha,” I said to Dakotah. “What happens to him is your decision.” Dakotah waved his hands helplessly, “My say would be to bring him before the Tribe’s Tribunal. When I was Chief of the Kalispel, that would be my decision.” Chitto nodded and grinned walking up a little, “That makes sense. How many tribal chiefs are here?” “Twenty-two,” Dakotah replied. Chitto’s eyes widened in surprise. “That’s every tribe within three or four hundred miles,” Chitto observed after a quick contemplation. “There are about thirty tribes,” Dakotah corrected. “What happened to the other chiefs?” I asked. “Two died of natural causes,” Dakotah answered. “Some resisted Wahkooha and they were killed.” Seth looked at Dakotah and cautiously said, “You’re now free to go back home.” “But we won’t,” Dakotah said and waved at Wahkooha. “He was right about the attacks. We suffered greater losses and defeat alone. That was twenty years ago.” He gave a grudging nod. “That’s when he came to the Kalispel.” I looked at Wahkooha. In spite of what he did, he looked to be in his mid to late thirties. “He was a teenager then.” Dakotah laughed, “So were you only about ten years ago. He had received a couple of feathers by then.” I nodded. In all the tribes, earning the first feather meant you’d come of age. You were a man. “He already had four tribes that joined him,” Dakotah nodded, “In the beginning he was very helpful. What power he had convinced everyone he was what he said. Over time he started doing things and…” Dakotah said sadly, “he took the virginity of many young maidens. They couldn’t say no.” Seth’s eyes widened, “No pregnancies!?” Dakotah nodded, “Just a couple.” He said softly. “He’s a father?” Seth asked. Like me he was worried there were others like Wahkooha. “No,” Dakotah answered. I knew. I didn’t want to, but I knew he killed them. And not just the baby. My anger grew, coupled with disgust, “Yeah, Christian and I grew up on stories about kings that thought they were above the law. They always suffer at the end.” I shrugged. “They WERE the law.” I waved at Wahkooha, “He knew the law didn’t apply to a god.” “And deteriorated as the years passed,” Dakotah admitted. “There were a few that tried to kill him, but Wahkooha would find out and kill them and their entire family.” Chitto came over having heard what Dakotah said. “Being together is a great idea, but leadership is needed and a working government.” He did the “come here” motion subtly with his hand. “We’ll have to come up with the possibilities. There are other Chiefs here. We need to include them.” “We’re not eating?” Beau asked in disappointment. “Dinner!!” I slapped my own forehead, “I knew there was something else!” I smiled at Beau, “It slipped my mind. Sorry, Beau.” “And all the Three Sisters Venison Stew you can eat,” Ceto promised, putting her hand through Beau’s arm at his elbow. I looked at Dakotah, “Do you have a dungeon?” After I assured the Native warriors Wahkooha couldn’t hurt anyone now. They had seen what happened, so my saying he couldn’t hurt them…they reached tentatively for Wahkooha at first, but after getting no resistance became more aggressive and hauled a sobbing Wahkooha away. Whatever penalty they decided on was their decision. We still had the death penalty in A’Dore and Blethos. Deena Thorne was the last execution in Blethos in a while. There was the prison island Galgor. Prisoners were sent to several little islands there. No guards on the main island, but watched by guards on the other islands. Seeds were given and no one was allowed to leave. There were sharks and no one survived in the water because the staff on the other islands threw bloody, raw meat and blood in the water around the island prison. The sharks didn’t leave. The islands were surrounded by a thousand miles of water from any land or country. Some escaped on boats they made, but with no tools, nails, or sealant, the boats fell apart. Some would make it to one of the other islands, where they were killed instantly when found. No trial. It had flaws, but it was a deterrent. No one ever came back. That Native Tribunal of grandmothers was not lenient at all. I hated that anyone had to die, but following deaths the criminal caused, it was the law. Often they were killed by other prisoners. There was an insane madness in some cases, but until we learn to treat it… Yes, that was a rabbit. We turned to the table and found bowls full of steaming stew. The wonderful aroma hit my nose; meaning it just got here. The table and chairs were still there and I will admit it, I was good with that. Sitting on those pillows on the floor was fine, but not how I was used to dine. Of course, I had a million questions for Demetrius. I sifted through them. So, I tried some simple things, like causing the fork to rise or just move. Nothing happened. “How could I cure Seth and do what I did with Wahkooha and can’t do anything now? You said I probably did in the past and didn’t know it?” Demetrius smiled, “Extreme emotions is the trigger.” He shrugged, “It is for us. I don’t know about the Children of Eve. Both times you were experiencing intense emotions. First, your wedding and the first kiss in public to someone you love. The second was when Toby was about to be grabbed. You ARE his father.” Demetrius shrugged. “When you learned to use the sword, were you taught to control your emotions?” “Yes,” I answered. “You’re less effective feeling fear, but there is a rise in adrenaline.” “And when Arthur charged you both after you defeated Darius?” Demetrius asked. “You felt emotion then.” “He could hurt Seth,” I nodded. “There were some strong emotions then.” I shook my head, “But he stumbled over his own two feet.” “Did he?” Demetrius gave a shrug, “Maybe, but it was even ground.” I gave a grudging nod, “Okay, but I saw Wakhooha’s parents. I could describe his father in detail.” Demetrius lightly chuckled and nodded a shrug. “I don’t know.” He pointed across the table as Lukus and Martha spoke with Val. “Because of Lukus you saw Seth’s mother and can describe her, too.” “You know people,” Seth said to me softly. “At times that seems like magic. And I’m not talking just Candor. A blind man could see he was evil. But Bent, Garth, Zeke, Gabe, their parents…” He smiled. “Your brother told me that from the time you were fifteen he had you sit when he promoted, demoted, or hired anyone for the palace.” Seth leaned in kissing me. “I did, too. You are never wrong about anyone.” “That’s just intuition!” I balked. “So?” Seth grinned. “How you read people so easily is magic to me.” “Uncle Deme,” Toby said. “You and Aunt Dara were fairy-godparents. Right?” Demetrius nodded, “That’s what they called us.” “Has anybody ever referred to you as…” he frowned, “I don’t know how to say it, so I will sign it.” His fingers moved and he spelled “fae or faye?” Then he clarified that, “I don’t know which vowel is silent.” “Fae?” Demetrius asked, surprised, “Where did you see that word?” “In A’Dore,” Toby said. “They have an extensive library and I read this book about King Arthur. He had a half-sister named Morgan le Fae.” Toby scrunched his brow, “But I read she is famous because she was capable of magic. I’ve read other books and they called Gaelic people and Celts Fae.” He nodded, “Sorcery and witchcraft was used by the Druids. Her name was the giveaway. It means Morgan the Fae. She was said to be a witch or sorceress.” “Morgana?” Seth asked. “Camelot and Knights of the Round Table? That Morgan le Fae?” Toby grinned as he nodded, “Yes. She is the most famous of the Fae. She went by many names, Morgan, Morgana, and Morgan Le Faye.” He said and signed so we could see the difference. I smiled and nodded at Toby, “I do know of that book and there are others. There are stories about Sir Gawian, Sir Tristram, Sir Lancelot, but I especially loved Prince Valiant. It’s a good thing I read about Prince Valiant.” I looked closer to Toby seeming to be confidential. “Prince Valiant was a prince from Thule on the coast of Norway. He wins the favor with King Arthur and Merlin and becomes a Knight of the Round Table. He meets, falls in love with and marries Aleta, Queen of the Misty Isles.” I smiled at Seth, “And you know it, too or you wouldn’t have said anything or known the names.” “I know of the tale,” Seth qualified, “Isn’t that what it is? A tale?” I smiled bigger, “Or could be like the one about Cinderella or about us?” I waved him off. “The tales about us, Christian, and Ella get more fantastic as it goes. Just like that little fish that got away that becomes a monster fish, the story says the poor man fought hard all day, but he got away.” “Tell me those books and I want to read them,” Toby stated, a little excited. “I explained about all the stories we had to read as Christian and I grew up,” I said. “Tales of valiant knights with a Code of Honor and Honesty were required to give us core values.” “Didn’t that story come about in the 12th Century?” Seth asked. “And even then it was viewed as historical,” Toby said, “I read they don’t know the exact date, but folklore of stories used in Camelot began in the fifth or sixth century.” He looked at Demetrius, “The word Fae was already in use for the Celts and Druids. They didn’t name them Fae because of her. She was Fae. It is a name for supernatural beings. Aren’t you a supernatural being? You’ve been to many places. Have you been called Fae?” Demetrius’ smile grew, “Yes, I have.” Lukus nodded, “We all have, but we’re not supernatural…” “You’re nuts!” I interrupted, using the Creid word now. Max was right, it just fit. Lukus began to laugh, “That might be true, but we are perfectly natural. We’re humans who can access an element that is natural. Magic.” I nodded, “I read the Fae were here before we were.” I said to Seth. I waved to the other Children of Lilith. “They were here before there was even an Eve. Did they really exist?” “Did they really exist?” Demetrius shrugged, “They could have.” “You didn’t see them?” Toby asked. Demetrius sat back with his eyes widening with exaggerated shock like he did when Toby was smaller, It still worked because Toby chuckled…his way, “How old do you think I am?” He asked mockingly outraged. Toby grinned and shrugged, “I don’t know, but I know it has been hundreds of years?” “It was before my time,” Demetrius muttered. His tone told me he was not too offended and knew the humor of it. “Yes, there were quite a few in Britannia. In what is England now. The Romans came and drove most north. Then the Church came with their paladins of warrior priests and monks.” “Paladins? What’s that?” Toby asked, “I read about the German Paladins. What are they from the Church?” “They are hired muscle to enforce what they believe,” I said to Toby. “Men that force people to conform to what they say. They began an Inquisition to force all Jews or other religions to convert. If they didn’t, the muscle would round them up and torture them until they did.” “That’s stupid!” Toby said. “How does that mean they’re converted? It’s just words.” I nodded, “That’s right. I taught you to get things verified with truth. No one can tell you what to believe or force you to believe. The Church sent some to A’Dore,” I said. “Your great grandfather kicked them out when they began to do it here.” I looked at Seth, “Your father didn’t go to any church and he didn’t like priests and argued against them often.” “No,” Seth chuckled, “he didn’t like them. You don’t either. Remember Father Markum who was banished? Dad was furious they wouldn’t even bless our marriage.” Seth did a very good impression of King Alexander, “Who do they think they are? They speak for the Church, but sure as Hell don’t speak for God. They’ve been given too much fucking power in Europa! Not Blethos.” Seth’s face had changed to his father’s angry scowl. He looked at Toby, “Sorry for cussing, but your Grandfather Alex did when he got upset.” Toby was hiding his chuckle and big smile with his hand. Seth had done that all of Toby’s life which always made Toby laugh. “My grandfather. threw them out, too.” He looked at me. “I mean he literally threw them out of Blethos. The ship they came on had left our harbor and was a day away leaving the Church’s Palatins in Blethos. He commissioned our fastest ship, caught up and had our military throw them overboard into the gulf and our ship sailed back.” I was smiling at that, but I asked, “Could all of them swim?” Seth shrugged, “My father only said, if they didn’t, bursa escort they were motivated to learn that day.” I sat back a little, “And what were we fighting about that last skirmish between Blethos and A’Dore? Our parents would probably get along!” Seth nodded, “Sure, friends that were a thousand miles apart, but we were fighting for Derby, Leicester, and Coventry. A’Dore said those towns were theirs and Blethos said they belonged to us.” I nodded as I remembered now. “Oh, yes.” Those three villages were surrounded by some rich and productive farms, most of which grew wheat and vegetables. Transporting the vegetables to A’Dore was harder as they might spoil, the grain to some millers who made flour by the ton! That flour went to both A’Dore and Blethos. “Which I really didn’t see why, transporting the wheat and flour to A’Dore was easier. Blethos took less resources and time. A’Dore spread from the eastern coastline of the Atlantic Ocean to that big muddy river local Natives call Misi-ziibi which means “Great River.” Local European and British descendants citizens simply call “The Big Muddy” because of all the silt. Yeah, not much imagination on anyone’s part with the name. The river was over two thousand miles long. Those three villages were right on the border they squabbled over. There was a little bloodshed over citizens who wanted to remain part of A’Dore and those that wanted to be part of Blethos. Everybody wants bread.” “But that wasn’t really the main problem, was it?” Seth growled a little, “When it was time to pay the taxes,” Seth used his hand pointing down, “there would be Tax Collectors from A’Dore,” he moved the hand in a large arch to the other side, “AND Blethos demanding tax payment!!” He was almost convincing, but I saw the humor in his eyes. I nodded, “I know charges were filed and those collectors stood on trial for corruption by both kingdoms!” “And WHAT,” Demetrius said loudly to stop Seth’s and my discussion and asked us softer, “pray tell, does that have to do with the Fae, Druids, Morgana, King Arthur, or anything we were talking about?” He pointed at Seth and me, “I’ll tell you. Not a thing!” He looked back at Toby who was laughing harder. “Morgan le Fae could have really existed and so could Arthur. This Morgan le Fae would have been a Child of Eve, but could access the magic.” He nodded as he thought, “The Druid-Fae were like the Natives here. They knew they could use magic. Some were very good at it, Wakhooha’s family were very talented with it. With the Fae scattering around the world, Druids all but vanished.” “They are very secretive,” I said. Demetrius nodded a shrug, “They predate Christianity and the Roman Empire.” “Their paladins were often more than corrupt,” Lukus added. “They would burn villages, kill whole families all in the name of God.” “But God knew,” Seth argued. “Didn’t He try to stop them?” Martha smiled, “We offered to help some innocents. That was hard. If we just appeared they would run or cry Witch.” I nodded, but remembered why we came here, “There’s a lot I’d love to know, but what of those attacks on Blethos, A’Dore and Creid? Creid is starving!” Lukus nodded with his hand up and lowered telling me to calm down. “Two supply caravans have arrived in the past few days…” “And supplemented,” Dara added, “by us.” Demetrius chuckled, “Those poor horses.” He shook his head sadly, but he was grinning. “Those carts on the rails that Yannick had built were so heavily weighted they had to use six horses to pull the carts up!” “They were from A’Dore AND Blethos!” Lukus added laughing, “And a third is coming today!” Martha joined in with the laughter, “They have more food than they know how to deal with!” Demetrius nodded, “We…” he pointed at Lukus, Martha, Dara, and Ceto, “doubled each caravan that came. King Yannick has a kingdom wide celebration for the people and told the merchants to hold on charging anyone this time. Everyone has plenty!” Max heard our conversation and had to ask, “What about those…whatever they were, that attacked the caravans?” Lukus was still chuckling and shook his head, “They won’t be bothering you anymore.” He looked at Toby, “Don’t be frightened, it’s just me.” With that he changed into a Creid Warrior, but grew in size even in the chair! He had to be at least seven and a half feet tall and weighed…a lot! He was bigger than Reese! Somehow his bear shaped helmet black armor made him look more like a bear than I’d seen among the Creid! When he let out a roar of a bear charging angrily, I swear his teeth made him look like a real bear! If that wasn’t enough, a real large dark brown bear rose and towered over Lukus and everyone. The largest Kodick Bear I ever read or heard about. Eight or nine feet tall on his hind legs and had to weigh more than a ton! This bear joined Lukus in a thunderous roar. Our Creid friends who were having their own conversation jumped from their chairs, reaching again for the sword that wasn’t there now. “That’s enough, Lukie,” Martha patted Lukus’ hand and he changed back and the bear disappeared. “Sorry,” Lukus said to the others standing slightly from his chair. “We and some others have chased all the bandits away from Creid, A’Dore, and Blethos. All told by someone like me to stay away.” He looked at Max, “I apologize, but I used the Creid Reputation against them. They told the bears were to protect all three kingdoms,” he shrugged, “and they will for a year or so.” He sat again and looked at me and Seth, “They won’t harm anyone, not in any village or town. It’s more of a show.” “Lukie?” Max chuckled and Lukus gave a look that said to not go there. I understood. They didn’t heal or hurt anyone. “Yes, Demetrius showed that evil man Candor who robbed many people and threatened Seth and me. It was very frightening even knowing who he was.” I smiled, “Did you do what Demetrius did? The Natives were taking care of Wahkooha, but no one rushed in here.” Lukus looked mockingly shocked, “We were having a special moment. The Children of Lilith and Eve are dining together. There was no need for any of them to rush in to save us.” Martha nodded, “And Ceto,” she looked at Ceto, “this stew is the best I’ve ever had!” Ceto smiled from her chair beside Beau. Beau had a full bowl he was eating out of with gusto, but I knew he had been eating a while. Did he have a bottomless bowl? “Thank you, Martha. I’ll tell you what I use if you like,” she patted Beau’s arm making him stop and smile at her. “I have a big man to fill up who loves it.” Beau nodded and held his bowl up. “It’s good!! This is my third bowl!” He grinned and put the bowl down and began eating again. Ceto hugged Beau’s arm and bumped her head against his shoulder, “I did promise him all he can eat.” She patted Beau’s stomach. “I just hope he doesn’t get a bellyache.” To which Beau immediately shook his head. That wasn’t possible as far as he was concerned. Seth laughed at that and leaned toward me and whispered, “Should we be concerned about that? She’s…” he pointed at Ceto, “and he’s…” he didn’t say Children of Lilith of Eve, “He’s younger than she is!” I nodded, “Physically he looks like his age in his late twenties. She looks like a woman in the mid-thirties, but we know she’s over three hundred years old. Demetrius even said he married a Child of Eve in his two hundreds.” I paused as a thought came to me I didn’t like. “Yeah,” Seth nodded. “He committed to that guy in Italia for thirty years.” He shrugged. “Of course, same gender marriage wasn’t allowed then…” That thought I had just caused my heart to ache and I couldn’t stop the tears from coming. I grabbed Seth’s hand, “Oh, God, Seth…I am so sorry.” Seth looked startled and instantly concerned, “Sorry? For what!?” He took my hand and squeezed it. “I supposedly cured you of the scars with your father right there performing our marriage with Christian!” I said sadly and began crying more. I looked at Seth shaking my head, “Why didn’t I cure him? He was sick then!” “Don’t,” Demetrius said, taking my other hand. “Don’t blame yourself. It was natural.” “His father died!!” I yelled at Demetrius. I heard the conversations at the table stop, but I couldn’t stop. “He had that horrible sickness. I could have cured him!! Hell, I could have cured my own father and mother! They’re dead!!” Now, I was sobbing. “I didn’t cure THEM!!” Dara got up, stood me up and hugged me. Demetrius got up and hugged me, too. Dara nodded, “You didn’t know you could.” “In your mind,” Demetrius began, “As horrible as it is, son, you accepted the illness as natural,” Demetrius said to me. “Seth’s scars were not.” “What were your thoughts during the wedding?” Dara asked. “Especially before that kiss,” Demetrius asked with a grin. “I’ll never forget it,” I said and looked at Seth, “You and I had just been announced as married. I always thought you were so handsome, so kind, and very intelligent…I knew you’d be a great king. I also knew others had trouble seeing past the scars. I wished they could and the scars would go away.” Dara was nodding, “And emotionally?” It was my turn to blush, “I’ve never loved anyone as I did Seth then. It wasn’t just lust,” I admitted quietly, “I loved Seth and it’s grown since then.” Demetrius chuckled softly, “There’s nothing wrong with lust. It helps with the solidifying of a marriage.” “And there’s your answer!” Lukus said logically and happily. “Lust is perfectly natural.” Dara’s smile faded, “Even if you did cure King Alexander, there is no way of knowing he would still be alive.” “If we could,” Demetrius said seriously, “We would cure everyone. People die. Even us. It’s a part of life. If we could have, we would have cured Toby’s and Dennis’ mother. And cured Toby’s deafness.” I looked at Toby, “Why? There’s nothing wrong with Toby. He is a genius! He and Dennis taught Toby to speak!! His eyesight is phenomenal…” Demetrius nodded squeezing me, “We agree.” He assured me. “There is not anything wrong, but IF he was raised by other parents who would think he was a simpleton.” He waved at Toby, “He has thrived and grown with you two.” “Sickness and death is not your fault,” Dara added. “You can’t blame yourself.” I knew what they were saying, but I still felt regret. “Perhaps not,” I admitted, “but I still don’t like it. It’ll take time to accept it.” Seth pulled me away from Dara and Demetrius and hugged me tightly. “I will never blame you. You didn’t cause my father to die. I know you loved him.” “And I still do,” I said. “He was a good and great man.” Seth nodded, “Yes, he was.” He pulled back a little to look at my face. “And you saved my life. Not from the scars, but from the Thornes. You gave me a new life away from them.” I kissed him, “I still feel guilty. I could have done something.” I held my hand up to stop him from saying anything, “Give me a chance to get it in my head.” I looked at Demetrius and Dara, “Do you feel emotions that intensively every time you use the magic?” Every Child of Lilith nodded. I gave a grudging nod of appreciation. “Wow.” I turned to Thomas, “We need to stay here a while to help with these people setting up the government. You and Toby can’t go home on your own. Write a letter,” I said to Thomas, “to your mother and father. I’ll write one to them, too.” I looked at Demetrius, “Can I impose on you again to deliver the letters again?” “We need one to send to Sam, too.” Seth stated. “He knows about you, but please refrain from just popping in, please.” Seth chuckled, “He will recognize you.” He waved at Demetrius grinning, “You don’t change!” Demetrius nodded, “I will. I’ll even deliver to King Yannick.” “This threat,” Martha said, “has been taken care of. Another will be here in a month.” I turned quickly to Martha, “More Druids?” Martha shook her head, “Puritans.” Lukus nodded, “They heard of someone that had unknown powers he used. They are Witch Hunters.” “Puritans?” I repeated. “Those no pleasure, not even with sex, people in Europa?” “They have some settlements in the northeast,” Seth nodded. “I have seen the locations on the map, but from what I’ve been told, they are a sad group of people.” “I’ve met a few,” I nodded. “Four came before my father and there was a larger group, about seven men and six women came before Christian.” “And?” Demetrius asked with a smile. “What did you think about them?” I shrugged, “They weren’t pleased with A’Dore’s,” I did finger quotes with my fingers as I used the word they used, “Opulence for show.” I really did snort at that, “What’s wrong with enjoying things like beauty? Our rooms, especially the Throne Room, were too bright!? It was constructed to allow a lot of sunshine in. Too bright!? Of course, it is. All the Scribes and Arbitrators had to see to work! What’s wrong with a sunny room? All the artwork around, including the statues, there were some were not clothed and a few paintings were nudes. They were,” I did finger air quotes again, “indecent.” “They said that!?” Seth balked. “To your father or Christian!?” “Oh, no,” I shook my head, “to each other. We had and have a very loyal staff. We trust them. They told us what was overheard. Everyone is entitled to an opinion, but I even saw them frown at the flowers Ella insisted on having them arranged throughout the palace! We have a garden and greenhouse to do just that!” I looked at Demetrius and Dara. “Flowers! What’s wrong with them? Or the Human body? That’s beautiful, too! A miracle! But not them. They wore drab colors, usually black…and black can be pretty, but not on them!” “There’s nothing wrong with beauty,” Martha said. “The world is very beautiful. It’s our home.” “I remember the visit with Christian the most.” I turned to those at the table. “They stayed three days.” I glanced at Seth, “This was before there was an us,” I turned to our Creid friends, “I admit it,” I said, raising my left hand and putting it over my heart. My right hand went up as if I were being sworn and taking an oath. “My first encounter with any Creid were some escort bayan that had enjoyed those hot cavern baths under the palace. Did you know it has Sulphur in the water? They did stink.” The Creid chuckled. They knew. I went on, “I thought the Creid didn’t bathe, but these Puritans asked for two tubs of hot water one day. They all shared.” I turned to Seth, “The bath water, not the bath like some people do.” I winked at Seth. It was no secret that Seth and I shared a daily bath whenever we could. Seth chuckled and turned to Max, “Here he goes again.” Max smiled and said, “I know he makes a good marriage very interesting.” “I can’t recall any dull moments,” Seth smiled. I turned to my main audience, Toby. He had two zany fathers. Seth made him laugh and so could I. “That we bathed every day, sometimes twice was vanity,” I threw my hands up in helplessness. “Vanity? How about common decency? More than once a week they say, a bath is the sin of vanity!? Why would anyone want you to share their daily ick? Why would anyone want yours?” I used one of Dennis’ words and pounded one hand in the other to emphasize the next words, “You work hard all day. How can they sleep like that? The best sleep is a clean body on clean sheets! They bathed on Saturday night so they were clean for church. They sat there in church for hours!” I turned again to Demetrius and Dara, “They were as bad, if not worse, than the Church in Roma!” Demetrius was smiling as I turned, “Let it out. How do you really feel about the Puritans?” “They are poisonous!” I said, “Smelly, poisonous people that take the joy out of being alive.” “How many are coming?” Val asked. “You’re telling us, they must be a threat.” Martha nodded, “Over a hundred. They carry swords and spears.” “They know how to use them?” I asked. Lukus nodded, “Quite a few of them do.” He chuckled and pointed at me, “I don’t know if they can fight with a sword like you can…” “Like I could,” I corrected. “I’m not twenty anymore.” Demetrius laughed out loud, “I can barely remember twenty! That was…” he tried to think and then shook his head, “quite a few centuries ago. I saw you sparing with Darrin recently. You still have the ability. You have time to train and get it back.” Chitto stood up, “But there are no swords. The Natives don’t use swords.” He turned to Toby, “You don’t have that many fire-lances. Can more be made?” “That long metal rod that was so loud?” Reese asked to be sure. “If we have the metal,” Val said. “We’re Creid, we know forging and work with metals.” He said confidently. “Sure,” Toby nodded, “I can show you how. I had Zeke make the ones I have. My concern will be this dampness. The black fire powder has to be dry to work.” “Let’s get the rods first,” I said, “we’ll worry about the powder then.” “Excuse me,” Seth said, waving his hand for everyone’s attention, “Thank you. These are Natives here. You can’t tell me no one here uses a bow and arrow.” He pointed out. “If someone could tell us the path they’re using…” he looked at Demetrius and then Lukus. “We can set up places to watch them and if necessary, shoot them and remain hidden.” I did sort of cringe at that. And Seth picked up on that immediately, “Oh, come on, Babe! We’re the good guys and they are the bad guys. You can’t see that as wrong.” My eyes rolled and I frowned at Seth, “Can we use reasoning first? Try to deescalate the situation. Do we attack for no reason?” “You have reason, but have you ever tried to reason with one of them?” Lukus asked. “No,” I nodded. “It’s probably not possible. They should be given warnings. It’s a rule.” “Dad’s right,” Toby said, “It’s in the Rules of Engagement. I’ve read it.” “Of course, you have, son,” Seth muttered. “In the A’Dore’s Library?” Toby grinned, “Yes. The Book Lender is good in Royal Valley,” he shrugged, “but I’ve read all the interesting ones.” Seth nodded, still muttering, “Sure, that’s logical.” Dakotah and two other Natives came in. “How are things with you?” Dakotah asked us and saw what was on the table. His surprise only lasted a split second to realize what happened. “Would you and your warriors like some?” Ceto asked standing. “I’ll be back shortly.” She told Beau, who smiled at her and nodded. Then she addressed Dakotah and the other Natives, “There’s plenty more.” Dakotah looked around, but saw no pot or anything. Reese chuckled, “If Beau has drained Ceto’s magic filling him up.” “Do I have to remind you of the loaves and fishes that feed thousands?” Ceto wasn’t bothered. “With plenty left over!” Dakotah bowed slightly, “It would be an honor.” Ceto pointed to a low table and pillows that weren’t there when they came in. The other braves jumped back a little, but Dakotah said something in a language none of us knew except Chitto maybe. It was a calm tone and I know it was to tell them to calm down. Three steaming bowls of Ceto’s stew were there. “When others come,” Ceto said, “There will be more.” She returned to her place by Beau. “If things heat up more with those two,” Seth whispered to me, “And it gets serious. He’ll catch up with her in a few years and pass her in age appearance!” “Yes,” I nodded. “She knows about him and it doesn’t bother her. She’ll have to tell him if it does, that she and Beau can’t have children.” Seth cleared his throat and pointed a thumb at Toby, “Neither could we.” My eyebrows rose, “Now, why didn’t I think of that?” “Your brain was sort of busy,” Seth said, kissing me on the temple. “I love you.” I smiled and kissed more. As much as you can with others there watching, “I know. I love you.” “I know.” I looked back at Beau, “We shouldn’t rush them down any aisle. Beau’s been hurt before. Let him enjoy this. I don’t believe Ceto will hurt him.” Dakotah had sent couriers to all the representatives of each tribe telling them what happened and asking them to come in two days and we would get things together to decide what to do. We had Dakotah sit with us and filled him in with our plan. Thomas was mentally gathering what to say in his letter and he frowned, “Excuse me,” he said to us. His hand was out a little as if he could stop us physically, “I know what part of the continent we are, but what is this city’s name?” Dakotah nodded, “We always referred to ourselves as the Tribe of Wahkooha. We should resurrect the original tribe’s name that lived here. It would be a good name for this city.” Seth did his upward nod telling Dakotah to continue. He wasn’t so Seth asked. “And what is it?” “See-ahlsih,” Dakotah replied. Seth attempted to repeat it, “See at…what?” (Come on, I practically spell it out for you. The only major American City named for a tribe!) He shook his head as he did when no Native was named Bob or Tom. I wasn’t sure why Dakotah never one time asked any question of us. That caused a question in me, and you know me. I asked. “Do you know what we are, Dakotah?” Dakotah sat back looking at us carefully before answering, “You claim to be just people, but what we saw was clearly the power of the spirits. Like Wahkooha, but you say we are the same.” I picked up the knife and ran my left hand over the sharpness of the blade and then held my hand up to show it was bleeding. “What I know of your gods and spirits, they don’t bleed. I do.” Dakotah’s eyes widened, but Seth was suddenly in motion asking, “What are you doing!?” I grabbed Demetrius’ hand and quickly did the same thing. Too fast for Demetrius to stop me. “Ow!!” He held his bleeding hand up. “Are you CRAZY!?” I smiled and hugged him quickly, “Not a bit.” I looked at his face and even though he was hundreds of years old, right now he looked like Seth’s and my boys when they were small and suffered a cut or bruise. “You know I love you.” I chuckled pulling his head toward mine and rested our foreheads together, “I did the same thing to me. I’m sorry for the pain, but I’m just proving your humanity.” I pulled the hand he was cradling closer and pulled his hand down, “Now show Dakotah your hand!” “You could have asked me!” Demetrius said loudly. “A little warning?” But opened his bleeding hand. Again, Dakotah’s eyes widened. “I’m sorry, Dad, but it was necessary!” I said, trying not to laugh. “This way was quick and hurt less than taking your blood to see the difference under the seers.” I showed my bleeding hand that Seth was grabbing and wrapping with a cloth napkin. “You know I love you and I know you love me.” “Still,” Demetrius said as Dara began calmly wrapping his hand. “Ow.” He said again softer to me. You couldn’t miss the little smile on Dara’s face. “Is Dad Fae?” Toby asked about me, trying not to allow his own smile to be seen. He failed. Demetrius leaned forward toward Toby, “Strictly by the translation of the word, no.” He held his uninjured hand up, “No more so than any other Human. That includes you. The Gaelic and Celts came up with the name. We are all the Children of Adam.” “Yes,” Toby nodded, “but they called you Fairies because you could use the magic. You did something supernatural like a fairy. Dad did, too.” Demetrius gave a grudging nod, “Well, yes…” He pointed behind himself at his back, “Do you see any wings? No fairy wings here and no angel wings either” Then he jerked his hand away when Dara tied the napkin off. “Ouch!” Dara wasn’t too concerned as she looked at Toby, “We allowed that word to be used because people always assume we’re witches or demons, dear.” “Your Daddy,” Demetrius looked at Seth, “He had to be convinced we weren’t demons.” He ground out. Seth nodded, “It took a while to realize he wasn’t.” “Being a Son of Adam is supernatural enough,” Lukus said, “Who are you?” He asked Toby. “Toby,” Toby’s brow wrinkled. “You know me.” “Where are you?” Lukus asked. “I can’t say the name he said yet,” Toby pointed at Dakotah. “I’m in a Native city up north eating dinner.” “What are you going to be when you grow up?” Lukus asked. Toby shrugged, “I don’t know.” “You are aware you have choices,” Lukus smiled. “Do animals have choices? A lion is a lion, a hunter. A cat is a cat, who does cat things like chasing mice. Only people have choices. We are aware of ourselves and where we are. That’s supernatural.” He waved his hands out. “We’re all natural.” “Every Child of Adam can use the magic,” Demetrius smiled. “That’s why I insisted you were all included against Wahkooha.” “Adam could use the magic?” Seth asked. “Do you know how old he was when he died?” Demetrius smiled. Seth and Toby looked at me like I would know. I sighed because I knew what the scriptures said. “He was 930 years old, Eve’s age I never saw.” Lukus patted his own chest, “Just like us!” “And that was all adult years for Adam!” Demetrius added. “They were created immortal in the garden as young adults. The only clue is that Eve didn’t have any children while in the garden. Adam and Lilith did. They didn’t start aging until they were cast from the garden into the world after disobeying God.” “There is nothing about any children of Adam and Eve before that.” Dara said. “The magic wasn’t coming as readily when Adam was cast out.” Lukus said. Seth shook his head, “But Erik did! Can Christian use it?” “Christian is…” Dara thought how to say it, “not as open minded as Erik is.” “When a decision needed to be made,” Demetrius said nodding, “Erik heard about the story of Cinderella and asked Ella if her Godmother would help him with the decision, so Dara sent me! His mind was open to the idea of it being a possibility.” “Erik saw a lot of magic by Demetrius,” Dara said. “But he always suspected the magic was there.” “So,” Demetrius added, “It just naturally happened! His use of the magic was going to happen.” As always, I was protective of Christian, “Be fair. Christian is a very good man and is a fantastic king. He’s learned to be very pragmatic. He seeks the sensible and the logic of situations. When he met Demetrius and saw magic, he accepted it.” “Only because he saw it and couldn’t ignore the empirical evidence,” Demetrius corrected. “He had a tough time seeing me as a friend and not a demon or witch.” Seth was going to say something, but Demetrius pointed a finger at him, “Don’t say it!” He said mockingly stern. “How do you know what I was going to say?” Seth grinned, “You can’t read minds.” “No,” Demetrius nodded, “but after nearly ten years, I can read your face. I don’t know what you were going to say but it was smartass, whatever it was. You know it’s true.” Toby gave up trying to hide his immense pleasure and began laughing hard. And it wasn’t just for Toby. Demetrius was always like this. “You are all like us?” Dakotah stated finally. “Yes,” I nodded. “That was my point. We were raised in different cultures and from different parts of the world. But we are the same as you.” Dakotah nodded, thinking, “If we know the route they are using. We can set up men in some strategic places. They are coming from the northeast?” “Yes,” Martha nodded. “My wife sees things like this better than any of us,” Lukus said proudly, taking her hand and bringing it up and kissing the back of her hand. “I don’t recall her ever being wrong.” Martha smiled at her husband, “That’s what I do. I watch prodigies for art and music. I have to know who and where they are to get them where they can inspire these young ones to reach their potential.” She smiled at Seth and me. “You’ll be surprised when you get to A’Dore again.” Seth’s eyes widened, “Why? What’s happening in A’Dore?” “I won’t tell you,” Martha said, “I said it to make you anxious to get home, but you’ll see.” “Not even a hint about who or what!?” Seth asked. “No,” Martha smiled. I looked at Demetrius and then Lukus, “She’s mean.” “You can find out can’t you?” Seth whispered to Demetrius. “Can’t you see things?” Demetrius looked at Martha and then back at Seth and whispered back. “I can see nothing about that.” Lukus chuckled, “I assume you asked if he would check on the situation.” He looked at Ceto, “I’ll ask you not to. And don’t anyone try to see. Martha’s very bursa escort good at seeing, but she’s also very good at keeping anyone else from seeing. She taught me!” He shook a finger at us, “Don’t spoil the surprise!” I looked at Seth who shrugged. We’d have to wait. “Back to the Puritans,” Max said. “What are Puritans?” Toby asked. I saw Max roll his eyes at another delay. I chuckled, “We’ll get to it, Max.” I looked at Toby, “Have you read about the Reformation?” “Refor…” Toby tried to say the word and quit, “What you said. What is that?” I smiled, “It happened in Europa and Britannia. It’s not surprising you didn’t read about it. There were people over there that didn’t like or agree with the Church. Especially the ones in Britannia. They had a new Church set up, The Church of England. The Puritans didn’t believe the Church of England reformed enough, so they started their own group. They were persecuted, so they came to this continent. They are in the northeast from Blethos and Royal Valley on the Atlantic coast.” “There are how many!?” Max asked Martha in a rushed tone. “What’s the problem, Max?” Chitto asked. “A hundred!” Max said, “I know we have a month, but if one of us heads back to Creid now, he could come back with more warriors!! They might get back in time.” Chitto looked at Max, “Have you asked if these people here have men that can protect See-ahlsih? It is their home.” “We have many Braves that will defend See-ahlsih.” Dakotah smiled with a nod. “Can they fight?” Max asked. “My guys and I are very good, but a hundred!? We might need backup.” I shook my head and chuckled, “You’ve never seen Natives fight, have you?” “Not really,” Max said. “All the Natives I’ve met…” he shook his head. “What about tactics? Bows and arrows will be good for a high assault, but…” “You didn’t keep up with your Native heritage,” I said. “Natives have tactics you wouldn’t believe!” I looked at Chitto, “My cousin told me about it.” “Sure did!” Chitto said, “Tell them, Dakotah.” Dakotah chuckled, “Our Braves are very skilled with the bow and arrow. They can hit a target even if they are moving on a fast horse. They’re great shots. They can hide from approaching armies until that army is on top of them. They had sneak up behind someone and not be heard even walking over dry leaves. And they know the terrain, these Puritans do not.” “How can you think otherwise?” Chitto asked. “Well,” Max was looking at Dakotah, “I thought you were these nature hugging, animal lovers.” Dakotah laughed, “We are. We live as one with Mother Earth and she gives us her bounty and we have a duty to take care of what she gives to us. But we have endured many conflicts from many cultures. Our Braves can fight.” Max heard it, but was having a difficult time believing it. Finally, he said, “I need to see it.” “And so, you shall!” Dakotah assured. “We can arrange for you to see it tomorrow.” “Okay, Chief Dakotah,” I said and smiled at the man. “How is it you speak English as well as we do?” Dakotah chuckled, “I have friends from Europa and Britannia that would visit often when I lived as a Kalispel.” He gave a wink at me, “And a few weren’t just Trappers, but learned men who wanted to map this area.” Those learned men would have to be to make a legible map. We, A’Dore, Blethos and Creid needed to get copies of those maps. As we ended our evening, telling Dakotah we would all discuss what we were going to do. Our Children of Lilith were offered a place to stay, but declined. When Dakotah looked puzzled, they simply vanished. Dakotah and the other warriors were startled, but the Children of Lilith had arrived by simply appearing, so simply vanishing left a “where did they go” look on their faces. They also saw the table and chairs were gone and the low table with the pillows had returned and all the used plates, bowls, goblets, and cloth napkins were also gone and the table was clean and the wood table shined. Clean up was done! Yep, Grace would be so jealous. We were escorted to some rooms on the second floor. It was much like the first floor, but if you looked closely, you noticed the corridor curved to make the circle curving sooner. Of course, it was. As much as I loathed geometry, I understood why. This “palace” was like a ball or a bubble. Even the most simple minded would know if you build up inside the ball, the distance, or area would be shorter. We were all given rooms all of which held a single man or two comfortably. In the case of our party, we were doubled up. They were all fine with it. Seth and I naturally were together. Toby and Thomas were paired in a room next to us and so on with the others. It wasn’t spacious as our bedrooms were in A’Dore, Blethos, or our room in Royal Valley. It was more like the palace in Creid. They were smaller to be easier to heat and keep the warmth in. There was a bed big enough for the two of us. Two small doors on one side behind one was a smaller version of the toilets we’d seen. The other had ropes that hung with a handle. I pulled it and rain fell in the little room. It was warm water. There were no windows. I wondered how they kept these rooms cool. I was surprised and it showed on my face. “What?” Seth asked. I gave a wobbling nod, “Nothing is wrong, but…” I waved at our room. Low ceiling and small space with the bed and small stove. Not a metal stove we normally had, but stone. It didn’t have to heat that much and the fire was going and the room was warm as heat radiated off the stones. Like an oven. Only in reverse. “It’s a nice room.” “Okay,” Seth nodded. “So?” “Natives don’t have rooms,” I sort of moaned. “We stayed with Chitto and Nila.” I held my hand up to make a point, “They did have a ROOM separate for Nila, Chitto, their infant son Mayka, and Tadi. That was just common courtesy for if the baby or Tadi woke with a problem. They have progressed to have permanent homes. Rooms are still not what Natives do.” I waved at the bed, “And that should not be here. It’s a bed. We slept on those big pillows on the floor. Remember?” I shook my head and looked at the surrounding room. “When we ate dinner here, we sat at a table. Dara made that change.” “And that’s bad?” Seth asked. “No,” I answered. “Cultures evolve with the world. We are not the first pale faces that have come to the tribes.” “Pale faces?” Seth chuckled. I grinned at Seth, “That’s the name we were given when we arrived.” I shrugged, “I mean the Cherokee, Muskogee, and almost every tribe identified us that way.” I waved over my own body, “In spite of having some Native blood, I’m still paler than Chitto or his father Harjo, but you…” I chuckled. “You work so much in the vineyard, only part of you is pale.” Seth nodded, “And only you see any pale part of me.” He said with a grin. “You’re in the sun all day!” I said, “And you won’t wear a hat…” “They fall off!” Seth said, “And they get in the way.” “My POINT is,” I continued as Seth walked over and put his arms around me. “These are Human Beings. Each tribe has a unique take on Native Culture. It shouldn’t go away. We need to be careful.” “They affected ours,” Seth said. “When we arrived all those centuries ago we learned to be tolerant and accepting. When we first got here we almost starved. If the Natives hadn’t stepped in and helped us…” I was impressed, “You attended some history lessons.” I smiled. Seth laughed a little, “It was more interesting than the tutors discomfort with my scars. We learned that people could be amazing. All people.” “Were Darius and Deena sick during those lessons?” I asked sourly. “They were there,” Seth confirmed. “They must not have paid attention.” “They must have thought he meant all people in their class,” I chuckled. “Servants weren’t in their class and didn’t matter. Natives probably didn’t count as people.” “I’m sure you’re right.” Seth nodded. “Change is going to happen in a culture,” I said. “I just don’t want them to lose who they are.” “You are the most important person in my life,” Seth said. “You’re the most important person in my life,” I said. “Shall we remind each other we know that and who we are?” Seth said, pushing me back on the bed. “I love you,” I said, pulling him closer, but he and I were already pressed together. “I know,” Seth said, kissing me. “I love you.” “I know.” We slept well. The bed was very comfortable. The clothes we put on after our baths were only worn at dinner. There was a lighter weight outfit we put on…after we made love. The room was warm, but it would get cooler when the fire died out. Warm blankets, comfortable bed, and warm company we almost overslept. Dressing in the clothes from the previous night, Seth and I checked on Toby and Thomas, but their bed was empty. So was their little toilet and rain shower-room. I read that Egyptians had that hundreds of years before Christ was even born. Whatever they poured the warm water in, it let the water out in steady streams. I didn’t want anyone to stand over me and pour anything on me. Seth and I used a lot of water for our baths. Only one of us would fit the shower-room at one time. We did Beau’s game of stone, parchment, and knife. Seth was going first. The best two out of three. “Where’s the damned soap?” Seth asked from in the room. Looking around, I smiled at the little rectangle…thing and a gourd container. On the one piece of furniture other than the bed. There were other items, too almost hidden. Picking up the gourd, it took the stopper out and wiggled the liquid in it. The little ridged rectangle-shaped cake I picked up. I sniffed it and could smell it. The soap were yucca roots and bee honeycomb. I was certain there were other things, but didn’t worry about it. The gourd was yarrow-flowers and something else. After Seth used it a while, “I’m not going to be worrying about bears, am I? You know they like honey.” I chuckled, “I don’t think that’s possible. All the bears are hibernating.” “Yeah?” Seth said. “It would be my luck to stumble on a grouchy, hungry bear with insomnia.” He couldn’t see my big smile at his quip. I loved that man. Then I took mine as we did those other morning things like shaving and brushing teeth. The Natives here had what could be a very successful inn. The room held the heat well during the night. I had to know who designed and built it. I also wanted to know how they cooled it off during the short summer. They had ten months of cool and wet, with freezing and wet in the middle. The warm and sunny were the two remaining months. That was told to us by Chitto who would know. Coming into the dining area, I was pleased to be sitting on the pillows again. I saw Toby and Thomas, as Toby signed while he was eating. “No fair!” Thomas stopped Toby’s hands, “I’m not as good with signing and can’t sign that fast. I certainly can’t talk with my mouth full!” Toby shrugged, not bothered. He swallowed looking at Seth and me. “Good morning, you have got to try Miss Ceto’s…” he paused and said a word he’d just learned that morning, “sof-kee,” he looked at Thomas, “Did I say it right?” Thomas nodded and looked at us, “You did, Tobe.” A nickname for his cousin and one syllable. “Ceto said it was sofkee or sofgee. It’s very good.” He pointed at his hot bowl of porridge-like dish. “There is also hoecakes topped with butter and maple syrup!” “And beans!” Toby added holding up his bowl of beans. “They are better than Grace’s.” “Okay, son,” Seth said pointing at him with his stern finger. “Before we go home, we should talk about what we don’t talk about with Grace! That’s one thing right there.” “But they are!” Toby insisted, “Grace makes good beans, but hers are soft and kind of soupy. These are kind of crunchy, hot, and a little sweet.” “Natives find a way to serve them with almost every meal,” I explained, “but Grace might be a little hurt that you like something more than hers. She helped feed you all your life practically.” “Oh,” he said as he understood. We saw Ceto eating at the table. Again, Beau was next to her. All of Lilith’s Children we knew were there. “Maple syrup?” Seth asked Ceto as we sat. “Isn’t that made from sugar maples?” Ceto nodded, “Sugar maples, red maples, and black maples.” “And this syrup?” Seth asked. “Sugar maples.” Ceto stated. “And it’s hot!” “Are there sugar maples around here?” I smiled and asked. “I wouldn’t think they would live in this environment. It’s too cold and wet.” Ceto put her fork down with a louder clank than normal. She sighed, “I got it from the northeast. I added the sugar needed and some other things. The cows I got the butter from aren’t here either. Do I need to tell where they are, too?” She wasn’t mad or angry, but a little put out. “I used the magic to make this. I don’t actually cook anything. Not over a fire anyway. What good does the magic do if I can’t do this?” I chuckled, “I wasn’t complaining!! You do this very well and know how it should come out and make sure it does.” Seth nodded, “That’s talent.” Ceto was smiling a little, “At least you know that it takes more than just a snap of your fingers. You have to know what and how to have it come out right. There is effort. Thank you.” I looked at Max, “Good morning, Max!” Max swallowed as he waved then used his napkin before saying, “Good morning! I slept like the dead! Didn’t even move.” Val leaned over and stage-whispered, “He slept alone,” he chuckled, “You know why.” “I do NOT snore!!” Max said loud. “I think a few female moose thought it was a mating call,” Chitto added. “They’re probably waiting on you.” Max growled softly. “I need someone to spar with and train more,” I said, but still smiled at the teasing they gave Max. “Jason was good, but there’s always room for improvement.” I looked at the Creid, “And give me your best, nobody is to take it easy on me!” Max nodded, “Absolutely not. Our adversary won’t take it easy on you. It would be criminal of us to do that for any reason to you. You’ll probably be able to fend off Beau.” He grinned “Maybe.” He looked at me closer, “You need to think about training with that new armor Yannick showed you and told you about. You’ll need to get used to it.” I nodded, but I didn’t like training for a regular suit of armor. Movement was too restrictive. This armor was supposed to be lighter. I’d give it a try.

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Subject: Santa’s Punishment (authoritarian, sf-fantasy) Santa’s Punishment By Mister J Help Nifty continue providing hot erotic stories that get us off for free. Donate at fty Description: What if Santa Claus was mistaken for a burglar? While delivering all the kids’ presents in time for Christmas morning, Santa got caught by Andre. Will the kinky homeowner let him go or punish him for breaking into his house? If you enjoyed any of my books, especially if it made you cum, I would love to know. It will inspire me to write more. Send me a message. Follow me on Twitter: https://twitter/MrGayrotica I have books available on Amazon and Smashwords. Check out Mister J on: – https://www.smashwords/profile/view/mrgayrotica – zon/Mister-J/e/B08KFVTBLJ See a list of my BOOKS at the BOTTOM. – – – “OOPS, I missed one.” I tapped the child’s name on the tome with a finger. “Good thing I double-checked.” Blitzen made a throaty grunt. “I know, I know. Every child will have a present under the tree tomorrow morning.” The pages flapped as the sleigh soared through the night sky with nine reindeer pulling. Holding them down with my left hand, I traced the address next to the name with my right index finger. “It’s not far from here.” I set the big book down on the seat and faced the sleigh’s dashboard. Sparkles swirled over the screens and buttons. After entering the location, I pushed a big red button. A radiant circle of green light appeared ahead. “That’s our exit, ladies.” Taking the reins, I signaled to go faster. The herd accelerated and entered the portal. In the blink of an eye, the clear night sky filled with falling snow. “Whoa.” I pulled on the harness strap. The sleigh stopped, suspended in midair as the portal disappeared. I looked down over the side. A road cut through the white landscape to the only house in the area. Christmas Lights flickered around the exterior and a couple of trees next to it. “We’ve never delivered to that house before, have we?” A noise came out of Blitzen. “Yeah. Must be new.” A whoosh of wind blew, and the snow fell heavier. “Okay, time to park and do what we came here to do before the weather gets bad.” I clicked my tongue and shook the reins. The reindeer descended until the sleigh hovered a foot above the two-story modern house. Bells jingled on the sleigh’s speakers, and a small screen in the middle displayed Mrs. Claus’s picture. I accepted the call. “Hey, Cupcake!” “Hey, Polar Bear! Where are you? Why aren’t you back yet? Everything okay?” “Don’t worry.” I smiled. “I’m already on my way back. Just had to do a quick stop.” Mrs. Claus chuckled, “You missed a few again, didn’t you?” I hunched my back, raised a finger, and flashed her a big grin through my bursa escort white, full mustache. “Just one.” With an amused smirk, my wife shook her head and leaned forward. “How about you take care of it and hurry back so I can give you a Merry Christmas.” She showed her pearly white teeth and winked before the video cut off. Blood rushed to my dick, and the front of my red pants tightened. Its odd position inside my underwear pinched the head. I shoved my hand inside. After adjusting myself, I reached inside the red magic sack behind the seat, pulled out a big green box tied with a red ribbon, and climbed off. Thick snow covered the flat roof, and nothing else stuck out. “It’s another one of those. I swear. My work was easier decades ago.” With a sigh, I pulled out a small pouch from inside my overcoat, placed it on top of the present, and loosened the drawstring using a couple of fingers. Glittery dust whirled above the leather opening. I went to stand on the likely spot above the living room and sprinkled some of the magic elf dust. A hole opened up on the roof. Bright orbs of light and bricks rose up to form a chimney big enough for a small child to fall through. Holding one side of my coat open, I tucked the pouch inside one of the pockets and rubbed the chest of my waistcoat. Dazzling lights materialized around me and closed in. When the lights dissipated, a furnished living room appeared. Twinkling lights from the big tree next to the window and fire from the back-to-normal fireplace illuminated the room. While holding the present in one hand, I shrugged my coat off and draped it over my shoulder. A bulky figure lay on its side on the couch, facing the backrest. The plaid blanket exposed dark brown skin from the shoulder up. I did a double-take and widened my eyes. Why is the kid’s father sleeping out here? Tiptoeing with heavy boots toward the tree, I glanced at Andre a couple of times. More than halfway there, the hardwood floor made a long squeak. Every muscle in my body tensed. My eyes shut tight, and my teeth clenched. I held my breath while waiting for movement on the couch. Please, don’t wake up. Nothing. With an exhale of relief, my muscles relaxed. I resumed tiptoeing until I reached my objective. The angel on top of the tree almost touched the ceiling. Lights, garlands, and ornaments adorned the branches. Presents wrapped in colorful paper and tied with ribbons piled underneath. I added mine. Mission accomplished. Slowly, I pivoted. On the couch, Andre turned over and faced the fireplace. The blanket fell to the floor, revealing his almost naked body. I froze in place and studied his face. My heart pounded inside my chest. Is he awake? His face escort bayan stayed relaxed, and his eyes kept shut. My gaze went from his face to his chest. A mat of black chest hair covered the massive pecs. From there, my eyes went further down until they reached his crotch. The sizable bulge filled out Andre’s skimpy boxer briefs. An imprint of the dick’s head showed on the gray fabric. What am I doing looking at another man’s privates? I tore my eyes away and sneaked toward the fireplace. Above it, a framed picture of Andre in police uniform carrying his young son on his neck sat on the mantel. I smiled. Cute father and son. Holding my overcoat by the collar, I fished for the magic elf dust pouch. From behind, dull thuds approached. An arm wrapped around my neck, tucking my beard under my chin. I dropped the overcoat, grabbed the man’s forearm with both hands, attempted to pry it away. “You fucking dare break into my house?” The muscled arm tightened, and a solid body pressed into my back, locking me into place. “Sleep motherfucker. We’re gonna have fun later.” “Awk…” A surge of heat warmed my face. And as my grip loosened, my field of vision faded until everything turned black. “WHAT the?” I yanked my arms and looked above my head. Hemp rope tied my crossed wrists together, secured on the cot’s metal headboard. “What’s going on?” I lifted my head and looked down at my feet. My naked body, except for white briefs, lay on the mattress. The same rope restrained my open legs to the cot’s corners. “Where am I?” I looked around, past my bulging biceps. A strip of fluorescent lighted the white-painted concrete room. The cot sat against one wall opposite the wooden stairs. Boxes and various junk filled the metal shelves lining the other walls. “Hello? Is someone there?” Silence. An image of Andre sleeping on the couch popped into my head. I have to get back to the roof. With clenched fists, I wiggled my wrists on the rope. The hemp scratched the skin with each movement, but it didn’t budge. “Ugh!” I blew out an exhale, and my arms sagged on the mattress. A door opened above, followed by heavy footfalls marching down the stairs. Adrenaline shot through my system, working my heartbeat double time. No, no, no. Through gritted teeth, I flailed my arms and legs in frantic haste. “There’s no point in trying to escape.” Andre, in boxer briefs, walked toward the cot carrying a big cardboard box with `Tools’ written in black ink on one side. I surrendered and lay on my back, catching my breath. “Please, let me go.” “And why would I do that?” He smirked. “Andre, you’re a police officer. You can’t hold me here like this.” I glanced at my wrists. “Untie me, please.” “Wow, bursa escort you know my name! You did your homework.” He set the box on the mattress next to my torso and put both hands on his hips. The fat penis inside his gray underwear threatened to burst out. Why do I keep looking at his bulge? What is wrong with me? I shifted my gaze to Andre’s face. “I know you’re a good man. You won’t keep someone against their will like this.” “Is that right?” He stepped away to get an end table about half the length of the mattress and placed it next to the cot, near my leg. “But what about the fun things I planned? I even brought props.” “Don’t, please. Just let me go.” I yanked the ropes on both arms and legs. The giant black man transferred the box on top of the table before leaning one knee on the mattress. “Not gonna happen. I’ll make you regret trying to rob my house.” His calloused hands rubbed all over my hairy beefy torso. “Make sure you learn your lesson.” “Andre, no.” I tried to avoid him. He pinched and twisted my nipples. “Ah!” My back arched up. “Everything is just a misunderstanding. I’m not a burglar.” “You’re not?” With a gasp, his eyes widened, and a hand covered his mouth. “I’m so sorry. Let me untie you real quick.” “Yes, please. Thank you.” My nipples ached. He got off the cot, snickered, and opened the cardboard box. “I’m telling the truth.” “If you’re not a burglar, then what are you doing inside my house?” Andre reached inside the box, brought out medical scissors, and put it on the table. “I was leaving a present for your son. Check under the tree. You’ll see I’m not lying.” “And why would you do that? You the real Santa Claus?” The buzz-cut man scoffed as he put a bottle of lube next to the scissors. “Yes!” I blurted out, shaking my head. “And I’m the President of the United States.” He snorted, lining up dildos of various sizes and colors. My heart rate and breathing shot through the roof. “It’s true. I am Santa Claus.” The homeowner smirked while laying out a couple of vibrating wands and the attachments. “You looked fatter in the commercials. What did you do, hire a trainer?” “Let me prove it. Bring me my coat. I could show you the magic dust I used to get inside.” “There’s nothing there. I already searched it when I was checking for weapons.” He stashed the box under the cot. I knocked my head on the mattress, closed my eyes, and sighed. “The magic won’t work on you. Only I can take it out from the pocket.” Andre clicked his tongue and winked. “Of course.” He climbed on the bed and knelt between my open legs. 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Subject: Doctor Who, Jesse and Jeremy 163 Fuck faces, please support NIFTY and donate at fty/donate.html Working on some very involved storylines for the next few direct chapters and new stuff keeps coming into my head for more storylines. This will include why the Doctor is sneaking off at night and why Jesse saw an angel in the cemetery near the gay bar and club… SUMMER GAPS FOR SUMMER CHAPS AFTER MONTAUK: SUMMER 2008 continues “I don’t understand. Why didn’t they just kill Tyler like they did to those poor homeless people who failed their experiments or got lost in time…?” “I’m going to try to find every one of them. Those lost in time people but I fear most of them may be …” “Dead?” Jeremy asked. “Yes,” the Doctor said. “I’ve already done some preliminary checking. Their time tunnel signals are gone.” “But you don’t know for sure?” Jesse asked. “Nope. That’s why I’m going to see if I can find some way to track their courses without changing time and without messing around in the past at that Montauk base. Surely some of the records might have lead us to them…but when we were all captured, they took the records from us.” “Yes.” Jeremy said, thoughtfully lost in his own recollections. “Yes, I remember. But that still doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try.” “Yes, I intend to but I have to see if there is some way to locate those that were sent into time. Others I feared were killed outright. I believe those bodies you found, Jeremy, near the beach highway…weren’t victims of a serial killer at all but victims of the Montauk base and possibly the base in Farmingdale.” Jesse punched a fist into his other hand’s palm. “The bastards.” “Yeah,” Jeremy agreed. “You know what I don’t understand…” “I expect so,” the Doctor joked. “Funny.” Jeremy frowned. He didn’t skip a beat though. “Tyler?” “What about him?” The Doctor had his turn asking a question. “What was the deal? Why didn’t they just kill him?” “Me. I convinced them to return some of the kidnap victims back into the community to take the heat off the project. I also made them watch as I hypnotized the victims to forget everything that had happened to them. Deep down, I don’t think the people who ran the base, as evil and amoral as they were, didn’t really want to kill anyone. If they had to, they did but it wasn’t their main goal.” “Really?” Jesse frowned. “How nice of them.” “So, when Tyler showed up in the time tunnel, totally confused…and back…I was the Doctor and yet fully hazy after my really bad regeneration.” FLASHBACK: Tyler landed in the tunnel on all fours. His butt crack was facing the complex. He stood up and turned around, out of the blue mist and white fog that formed around him. He was dazed. “Walla, he is back!” “Good work, doctor. Now, you may erase his memory and return him to his family.” “See. No need to kill them when finished.” “We don’t know when he was taken from. You haven’t fixed the tunnel itself.” “One thing at a time, Colonel, one thing at a time. I was able to get it to focus on him. We can return each teenager in return for their help. It’s not as if there was anything for them to do on the other side of the tunnel but take measurements.” The Colonel looked at the woman at the console. “No, yes. Yes, no. I mean, you are correct. We can return many to their families.” “I’d like a hundred percent. Always one hundred percent. God gave us little green apples.” The woman whispered, “You’re sure he’s all right. He seems a bit off. It must have been just after…” The doctor walked up to the woman, so she bursa yabancı escort stopped talking. He held the boy, Tyler, by the upper arm and led him past her and the Colonel. “I’ll get on him…I mean I’ll get on it right away.” “You do that, doctor.” END OF FLASHBACK “And you did. You saved him.” Jeremy remembered. “I know that part. You sent him back into the community…” “Not just that. I remembered that I drove him up to his family’s home…” “And then left him there?” Jesse asked. “How could…?” “I had to if I were to keep the base believing in me. I had to return and not get caught…I had to try to save all the others still there.” “And you did save them.” Jeremy added. “Not all of them.” “There was that guy that those future kids ate.” Jeremy recalled. “But…as I understand it…we stopped the teens who were essentially their ancestors…from having sex…” Jesse said. “Or changed things in any way, those descendants of the moon kids, the ones we met on the destroyed surface of the far future Earth —they…they might not have killed him?” “I don’t know yet,” the Doctor said. “I’ve tried to get the TARDIS to coordinate on that time…on Earth but that particular time is tricky and the old boy doesn’t seem to want to go there. The moon in this time either. I mean those evil guys, Fenshaw and Cohen might still be there. Stranded now that the Montauk base and tunnel were destroyed by the anti-matter monster.” “You want to rescue them, too?” Jeremy said with love for the Doctor. “Whatever for?” Jesse asked. “I don’t know. It seems a horrible fate to starve to death once your supplies run out…” the Doctor shrugged. “Plus perhaps they have some records there or maybe…maybe they can tell us more about the project and if there’s more going on, even now…” “Is that why you’re sometimes sneaking off at night?” Jesse asked. “To gather more info?” “Yes,” the Doctor looked downward. “Yes, something like that. And sometimes with time, there are things I have to do myself so as not to disturb it too much.” “Even so…next time…let us go with you,” Jesse demanded. Jeremy agreed. “Yeah, you might get into trouble and need our help.” “Need your…?” The Doctor screwed up his face. “Need your…? The insuffer-ability…” “C’mon, you know wherever there’s trouble you’re up to your neck in it,” Jeremy winked at the Doctor and then with the other eye, at Jesse. Jesse shook his head and winked both eyes back at them both. “And what is with that Who mobile?” Jesse asked. “The Who Mobile, Jesse, my dear, is what enabled Serg…Colonel…I mean, my friend Mike Yates, to get here faster than the horrendously human hours it would have taken if he flew by conventional air travel.” “I guess you kept that old contraption in that house of yours in …where was it, Surrey?” Jesse asked. “Old contraption, indeed!” The Doctor pulled a grape back from Jesse’s hand. “It cut his travel time by…oh…what, K9?” “Six.” “Six?” Jesse looked up and took a grape from Jeremy’s fingers. Jeremy frowned and shrugged. Jesse said, “I am not a number. I am a free man.” “Yes, six, Jeremy,” the Doctor said and ate a grape from Jeremy’s mouth. “Do I get to eat one today?” Jeremy asked. Jesse was about to turn himself around and shove his butt in Jeremy’s face. “Later, you can eat my one today.” “Very funny.” Jeremy sat up. “I guess that means it would have taken him at least eight hours to get here by plane…” “And probably another two or more to get from New York to Long Island bursa sınırsız escort and then maybe even another hour to get to where we were in Montauk,” the Doctor explained. “The Who Mobile cut down on all that time.” “Where is it now?” Jesse asked. “I stored it in the TARDIS,” the Doctor told him. “No reason to have it sitting in that house.” “I guess Mike and his…mate…” “Mate indeed,” the Doctor giggled. “…have their own autos?” Jesse asked. “Yes,” Jeremy said. “Mike told us, Doc…tor…that they almost forgot about the Who Mobile…” “Well, they kept it in good condition,” the Doctor said as he wondered. “Maybe it just kept itself in good condition. You know, like the TARDIS. Self-cleaning and stuff,” Jesse shrugged. “Maybe.” The Doctor said. Jeremy added, “Mike said that it was Tommy that remembered the Who Mobile would cut down on the time it took Mike to get to us.” “He also knew there was someone in UNIT in America working against us.” Jesse frowned. The Doctor took a grape in his mouth and put it in Jesse’s. As Jesse took it in, using only his lips, the Doctor held Jesse’s arms around himself. “Well, no need to worry ourselves about that unpleasantness any longer. It’s all behind us now…” Jesse smiled, a gleam in his eye. “It’s pleasantness that is behind us now…” Jeremy had risen behind them and put his penis behind Jesse’s back and rose it up along Jesse’s spine. The Doctor turned to Jesse, the two of them hip to hip. Jeremy stood between them now, to their sides and stuck his dick between their hips, forcing his eminent dick between the two bones. Their own penises mingling, started to rise, sideways toward Jeremy’s. SUMMER–AUGUST 2008 August 4—Monday Jeremy and the Doctor were fishing. It was serene and calm. They were fishing off a dock in Babylon. It was early so there weren’t many people there. Bessie was nearly alone in the parking lot. Behind them, Jesse sat in a chair and folded his arm. “Normally, I wouldn’t mind but…Doc, you’ve rubbed off on me…” Jeremy murmured, “Several times last night and a few this morning.” The Doctor snickered. Jesse finished. “It’s not that. It’s just that…fishing is…it…it’s murder. You, Doc, most of the time, you’re a vegetarian…” Jeremy looked sideways at the Doctor. They were in beach chairs. The sun glistening down. They had on shades. Jeremy moved his off his nose and looked closer at the Doctor. “Did he just…?” “Ruin our fun?” “Yeah?” “Yeah.” Almost simultaneously, they threw the fishing poles into the water. A turtle, uncaring, swam by. “That…” Jesse pointed from his sitting position on one of the dock’s half-poles, “…that’s polluting.” Sighing, the Doctor and Jeremy jumped into the water to get them. Under the water, they grabbed each other’s…poles. The same thing happened when they tried to fish without Jesse around. He followed them to this river and after they jumped in, they had sex floating down through the water. Many more things happened that summer … Outside the tattoo pallor, Greyson put his hands on his hips. “Love the name.” “Studio 69. Not the only reason I like them. They do great artwork and they’re very, very clean.” “Like you.” “Waddya mean? I’m a dirty boy,” Theon turned to Greyson and winked. Greyson’s heart skipped a beat. He sighed. “Only in bed.” “You’re versatile yourself,” Theon said. “Coming from you…that’s a compliment,” Greyson said and nodded toward the door. “We gonna go in or just stand here and admire the porn name of görükle escort the tat shop?” Greyson went with Theon when Theon wanted to pay for and suffer through another tattoo. His bravado to Greyson about baring pain brilliantly was suspect. Greyson surmised that Theon wasn’t as brave as he liked to tell everyone. Still, Greyson thought, it’s probably better to overestimate yourself than underestimate. The tat lady, all piercings and tats herself, asked Greyson if he wanted a tattoo, too. She seemed to take a liking to him and even wanted to get a good look at his jawline in the light, not that the shop was all that bright to begin with. She told him, “Like that one…” she nodded to Theon and realized why and smiled back at her, gleaming. She went on, “…you’re easy on the eyes. Very cute. A tat’ll look good on ya, just under the neck…” Greyson suppressed the desire to make a joke about having his throat slit and took the compliment. “Thanks…but naw, thanks. I’m not as brave as Theon, over there.” “Yeah, you’re not.” Theon said from his “bed” of cushion-chair. He was face down, front down, buttocks up. “Keep your cheeks clenched,” the heavy set woman went over to him and pulled his Adidas silk work out shorts down all the way and threw them to Greyson, which almost knocked him off the stool. “I’m coming.” Greyson put the blue shorts over the glass showcase. “I’m not,” Greyson murmured as low as he could. Greyson then realized… “Hey, he’s not wearing any underwear…” “Nothing you haven’t seen before, I’m sure,” the woman said. She winked at Greyson, who averted eye contact but then made it with the woman, while his face turned red. He gave her a wry, sheepish smile. “No, really. I mean it. Keep em clenched,” she told Theon. “Not just a figure of speech…” Then, she hesitated. “You want it near your ass, right?” “Yeah,” Theon looked back from his head rest, which was actually at his mouth. “Call Me Maybe.” “In Coca Cola style letting,” Greyson recited as if he heard it a million times. He was sitting on what seemed to be a barber stool or a bar stool more likely, opposite the main chair. Behind him was a showcase of tattoo art. Although tattoos were not his “cup of tea”, he had to admit the two women that ran this shop in Ronkonkoma, were good. As the woman started on Theon, Greyson wondered if the planes landing nearby, at MacArthur airport would distract her. He was amazed at her professionalism that they didn’t distract her at all the entire time. Just above his butt hole and to the left side of his very lower back, the tat was finally done. It only took one hour and Theon paid cash. He kept stopping Greyson from paying but on the way out, Greyson put the same amount of money into Theon’s shorts. This was in the middle of Theon and Greyson’s developing a fast romance which blossomed into a full hard on relationship that was becoming serious. While it meant more to Greyson at first, Theon, who never liked attachments, was frightened by it but kept at it. He didn’t want to lose Greyson. They had a lot of fun at the swing in Theon’s backyard. And everyone else they had to go. All summer they drew closer and closer. Jeremy and Jesse ventured to the beach again a few times and saw Santiago and the other footballers they had made friends with. All of them went to Great Adventure Six Flags in New Jersey…with about seven people piled into Bessie. Jesse had a full hard on the entire trip with Santiago on his lap. He assured the brown skinned boy there was nothing sexual about it but neither of them believed that. Santiago didn’t seem to mind. But the most eventful and scary thing that happened, occurred after the summer…it was Halloween… …but in between…GRINDR caused some problems for the Doctor, Jesse, Jeremy, and their new friends… please support NIFTY and donate at fty/donate.html

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Subject: DOCTOR WHO, JESSE AND JEREMY 73 DOCTOR WHO, JESSE AND JEREMY and David Collins and Robin the Boy Wonder and… Jeremy: Enough! CHAPTER 73 Rain pelts Collinwood in a major storm. Lightning and thunder, old friends to the mansion on the hill accompany the deluge. Voice of Grayson Hall: “A stirring in bed for one Jesse McCartney is not the kind of stirring he is used to in such a place. For this last night of June, early morning of the first of July, the boy is made frightfully aware that there are more things in heaven and earth…than were dreamt of in his dreams of the Doctor, who remains lost to him and his friend Jeremy Sumpter. The Doctor may also have his memory lost…” In Collinwood, Jesse stirred in the bed. “Doctor, no. Reverse the polarity of the neutron flow, not the other way around…Borusa said so…” Jesse stirred. He felt something. He felt something in the room. He put his face beneath the sheets again. He hoped, like some of the other phantoms of Collinwood, it would just dissipate without any trouble. Something heavy seemed to be at his feet, his ankles. From under the sheet, he could see a huge shadow, a smaller one moving behind it. The thing sat down. Jesse gulped and peered out the sheet top. He put his back down on the bed and stared. Suddenly as the lightning filled the room via the three or more stained glass windows, he saw the image. Staring back at him was a large dark colored, German Shepard canine. It sat at the foot of the bed, seemingly rising up, headfirst to leap on it. The image he was before, the large one was the dog, the smaller was its tail waving back and forth. The dog stared and watched. Jesse’s eyes widened. The sheet was wrapped under his arms and he laid there staring…the dog inadvertently opened its mouth and he could see large canine fangs and other teeth…Lightning behind illuminated the silhouette of the dog… the large patches of hair were black and brown at different parts of its body. It would be beautiful, if Jesse didn’t feel chills all over his spine and spreading out to the rest of his body… Grayson Hall Voice, “And not far from the main house, across the bat filled woods, in the Old House populated by one Barnabus Collins, Jesse’s lover Jeremy is in a semi-trance like state, painfully unaware he is grave and mortal danger, a danger which will be made painfully clear to him when his neck is bitten by one vampire, the one and the same Barnabus Collins…” Jeremy took a bath after all. When finished, he warmed himself by the fire Willie had started in the fireplace. He rubbed his hands together. He heard a strange howling in the woods. Jeremy went to the window, a large squared off one. He could not see any animal and he wondered what type of animal would make a noise like that. It had three howls and then stopped…he thought he saw a large bat outside his window…he moved back, somewhat unaffected by either wolf or bat… Willie struggled to get out of the basement cellar door. “Barnabus, let me out! You can’t do this!” Jeremy laid down in the bed, put the sheets over himself, and quickly fell asleep. A thick fog of smoke came from under the door to his room. If anyone had seen it, they’d have thought the house were on fire. That alone would be a horrid enough thing, however what it really was…was even worse than any fire. When the fog finished rolling in from under the door, it rose up and formed a figure…in the dark over the bed, in front of the light from the fireplace and the head of Barnabus Collins illuminated by bursts of lightning. The body followed, assisted by brief bouts of thunder… Barnabus stared the prone boy, who rested his head sideways on the fluffy pillow. Jeremy looked angelic. His medium length hair curled in the rain and fell to his ears…his breath…his steady rhythm of life, in and out, in and out… such life, Barnabus thought. Such grace. Such virility. He could feel the blood pumping in the youth’s veins. He could no longer control himself. He raised his hands and Jeremy turned so that his neck was an open target… Barnabus opened his mouth wide and his main fangs bared, descended to the boy’s throat…the tip of each main fang already started to draw blood on the handsome, smooth and clear neck… In Collinwood, Jesse stared at the dog and thought in the eyes, he could see the vampire starting to bite the neck of Jeremy…he knew he had to escape this dog ghost but what move should he make? He was almost stunned into making none at all. “Fuck it!” he shouted and then decided on a quieter approach, “You’re a good dog, aren’t you?” Impassively, the dog looked at him, no movement at all. Jesse began to whistle and wondered what it was he was whistling. He thought. He started to sing the Lassie theme song. Carefully, he removed his naked body from the sheets and made an effort to get out on the right side of the bed. The dog tilted its head. It looked at him. He stood up. Jesse put his hands out for the dog to stay. He moved toward the door…he rounded the bed and the dog’s gaze followed him. He saw a large note pinned to the bathroom door. Jeremy’s note. He read took it and read it. As he did, the dog moved its body to watch him. “The foolish kid…” He crumbled the note up and moved to the door, twisting his body to watch the giant German Shepard. “Bet you’re a purebred, huh, boy?” He moved to the door and opened it. The dog stood up and jumped off the bed and he flinched and turned to face the hallway beyond the open door. Could he get into the hallway and close the door before the dog could follow him…too late, it was by his side. He looked down as it waited. “You’re not mean at all, are you? I bet you’re just watching over me. You kinda look…familiar…” He took a step into the hallway. The dog followed…and there was not enough room for it to follow side by side so it moved through the wall next to the door! Jesse stared. He moved faster and it followed…he came to the small landing above the open vestibule leading to the exit of Collinwood…and standing there was something that stopped him short… A man. A ghost. A ghost of a man. Short, about 5’4 or almost 5’5. Brown hair and eyes. Pale. Jesse knew at once the man was a ghost, although any visible signs of how he died were hidden. The man spoke with a ghostly ethereal voice, “Hold it!” Jesse stopped short and took a defensive stance! In the rain, the water hitting the cliffs beneath Widow’s Hill took no notice of ghost man, dog, vampire or two lovely time lost boys… DARK SHADOWS THEME SONG…. Barnabus felt Jeremy’s young flesh against his fangs. He was about to sink his teeth in deeper when a pre-pubescent voice wracked his whole body. “Barnabus, you must not do that!” Barnabus heard it and knew, at once, who it was. He moved his teeth away from the small cuts he had made on Jeremy’s neck. He stood up fully and whirled around as the chandelier in the room shook violently and with loud sounds of jewels hitting jewels, for that is what hung from it. Barnabus looked up at it as lightning from the window illuminated his craggy face. It was followed by a burst of thunder and at the same time the fire in the fireplace died as if it never were. Suddenly, the lightning and thunder that seemed so prevalent, ended abruptly, and the power came back on, the lights came back on, and Barnabus could see the small trickle of blood on Jeremy’s bare, boyish neck. “My sweet, Sarah!” His whole body was shaken and he felt his feet bolted to the floor by the instant distress and guilt. “Sarah! My sweet, sweet, sister!” The little girl in the night clothing moved over to him from the other side of the bed, “You mustn’t, Barnabus…” Kneeling down, Barnabus opened his arms wide and Sarah went into them. “Sarah, you’ve come back to me. After all this time…all this time…” He cuddled her to his chest. Then, releasing her, he turned away. “Why have you come back? To save him?” “Barnabus,” Sarah put a small hand on his shoulder and then bursa escort bayan moved around to him, “It’s not your fault this time…I know you are good now…” “But this…” he stood up again and saw Jeremy’s neck, unburdened by clothing. Jeremy stirred a bit. “I must!” “No, Barnabus, you must not!” Sarah put her pointing finger up at him. “You are just a little girl, you don’t know what this feels like!” “I’m not just a little girl, Barnabus! I’m not!” “I want you to go! Go now!” He felt the bloodlust stir up in him again and he didn’t want Sarah around to see this, ghost or not. “Go!” “I shall not!” “Barnabus, we’re both here for you…” from the other side of the bed, Barnabus could see the ghostly outline form. It was a bride in full bridal dress. One he recognized well. “You as well!” Barnabus gasped as the ghost moved the veil up. He was half expecting to see the broken face, the mangled eye hanging, the rock damaged face of his true love, Josette. “Josette!” “Barnabus,” she smiled and moved through the bed and Jeremy to him. She put her hands on his. “I know I told you we might not see each other again. And that you were free, as am I. But this time, this time it’s different. We are here to help you.” “Who is doing this to me? Could it be Angelique?” “Angelique might be involved somehow but we do not believe she is behind this new revival of your curse, nor the stealing of Quentin’s portrait.” “You know about that as well? How can you say it is not she?” “Barnabus, you made peace with her back in 1840 when she not only lifted your curse, she also died saving you…” “Since then she has been responsible for the death of Roger Collins…” “I believe that was not intentional, however, she has repented…” Barnabus spat and turned from Josette, “Repented!” “Barnabus, there comes a time, in this world and in the next when you have to forgive and let it go…” “You know what she’s done. She was not only responsible for my curse, my mother’s death, little Sarah’s here, and your own, she know what she’s capable of…” “We know,” Sarah said, “It is not her this time…” Josette took him in her arms again, “Plus, she…she loves you, Barnabus, she always has…” “Then why hasn’t she shown herself to me, here and now, as you both have?” “That we cannot now answer…she seems to be struggling with something else…someone else…” Josette said. “As must we. We must help her…” “Help her!?!” Josette waved a hand and below, the cellar door latch, opened and Willie came pouring out, raced upstairs. “We must go, my love. More importantly than forgiving her. You must forgive yourself…” Josette kissed his cheek, he closed his eyes, and as she kissed him, her visage slowly. He remained with his eyes shut. “Forgive yourself,” Sarah said as she came to hug him and only reached as far as his waist. He opened his eyes, kneeled down and she hugged him and kissed his forehead. “Sarah!” Barnabus gasped as she vanished, repeating, “Forgive yourself…” He rose as Willie burst into the room, “Barnabus don’t!” Barnabus repeated, “Forgive myself,” a few times. He laughed at the notion. “I suppose anything is possible…” Downstairs, they could hear Julia opening the front door. She gasped. Willie figured she had seen the open cellar door, gestured in her dramatic way with her arms flung up in the air in front of her face and came racing up the steps. “Barnnnnnabusssss!” “It’s alright now,” Barnabus gasped as Julia raced into the room…her room. She always felt a twinge of jealousy whenever Josette was concerned. “Julia, I’m alright. See to him…” “This is David’s friend?” Julia looked over at Jeremy’s neck, “Barnabus, no!” “How is he?” Willie asked. “I …I don’t see the bite went deep…it’s not really a bite at all. I think your…I think you,” she looked at Barnabus, “Just barely broke the skin…” “Is he…affected?” Barnabus asked. “Hardly likely,” Julia said, “I’ll clean it and let him sleep. I mean you’ve actually bitten some people who never turned into…” “I’ve heard enough,” Barnabus turned away, “Lock me in again and don’t leave Willie alone with me…” Julia looked up, “I will. Willie, there….” “I’m sorry…” Willie said, “He used his…his powers on me again…” “There, there, Willie,” Julia stood up, “It’s alright…there’s the blood in the van and my medical kit. Would you please go and get them for me…” she held his arms, “Like a good friend that you are?” “Yes, Julia, sure, I can do that, I can.” Willie fled. Julia looked at Barnabus. She just stared. He averted his eyes. “I know this is not your fault…” “It all is,” Barnabus said, “Even now the desire to bite him, to bite you, even poor Willie…I…I want you to lock me in right now.” Julia nodded, “I will, come on.” As she lead him down the steps, she wondered, “I wonder who’s causing this, though…” “Sarah and Josette appeared to me…” “Here? Now?” “Yes, here and now. Both of them seem to think it is not Angelique…” “Yes, I have had that feeling since all this started as well…of course, she’s always the prime suspect when the curse comes back to you…” She helped him out of the room and down the long flight of steps. Jesse looked at the ghost, “Get out of my way!” “I must talk to someone…to you…” “Look bub, any other time I’d be glad to. Hell, in this house, I’m the most ghost friendly guest there is but right now my friend needs me…” Jesse started to move at the man but he grabbed both Jesse’s wrists and pushed him back, then let go. “I don’t want to hurt you…” “Solid enough,” Jesse felt each wrist with his opposite hand, “Hey, this dog here, he…he’s with me…so if you don’t want to…” Jesse looked and the dog was gone. “Great.” “I won’t hurt you.” “You already have,” Jesse rubbed his right wrist. “I must help my friend, he’s in great danger…I have to get to the Old House…if it isn’t already too late…and from what I saw…” A little girl’s hand reached up and touched Jesse’s wrist and the pain went away. Jesse jumped and turned at the same time. “Another one!? Who…who are you?” “I do not have much time. Do not worry. Your friend is all right. He’s been taken care of…” Jesse’s eyebrows went up. Sarah added, “In a good way. Please don’t worry…this one needs you more than Jeremy…” Something about the girl made Jesse believe her instantly. “You…you helped him?” “He’s safe and fine…” “But those fangs, they cut him…” “He is not infected if that is what you fear. He will not become a vampire.” Jesse studied the girl ghost. He looked into her eyes. Something about them and about her tone, the way she said what she did, made him trust her…implicitly. “Thanks, little girl. Thank you…” Jesse turned to the man and then when he looked back, Sarah was gone. “Wow. Uhm. You. What’s wrong with you?” “I need someone to talk to.” Jesse sat down, putting his feet through the bars of the handrails on the landing, letting them hang over the balcony. He patted the side of the floor next to him and the man ghost sat down on the rug… “What’s wrong?” Jesse swung his legs in a carefree manner. “I killed myself.” “Oh.” “Is that all you have to say is “oh?” “Well, what do you want me to say?” “Do you know what a loser is?” When Jesse didn’t answer, the ghost said, “Me. I’m a loser. Always was. I mean what would you know about it. Look at you. You look like a foxy guy, hot, desirable to everyone, even after they’re dead. I’m average looking, short, I was 44 when I did it…” “How?” “What?” The ghost said, clearly annoyed. “How did you do it?” “For God’s sake, that’s all anyone wants to know. How did you do it? Did you shoot yourself? Hang yourself? Stab yourself? Set yourself on…I took all the pills in my house, that’s how I did it.” “What for? What was wrong? I mean you said you were a loser…you seem pretty together to me, other than, you know, the killing yourself part…” “What was wrong? I’m gay!” “Oh, that’s all! ? You did it because nilüfer escort of that?” Jesse looked at him and stopped swinging his legs. “No,” the man said, “That was the main reason. I did because I’m lonely. I lived with my parents, had two cats, and only two friends…” “I don’t understand. Did you have a job?” “Yes. I was a teacher at a boy’s school.” “Did you molest them?” “What? NO!” The man said. “I would never do that. “You had a good job then. Then…well, I don’t get it!” “Of course you don’t. You have everything you ever wanted. You probably get guys to come to you like a magnet. I mean look at you. They…gay guys want blond, young, well built, tall, blue eyes…you’re everything I always wanted to be but couldn’t be…” Jesse became uncomfortable. “You…” he looked sideways at the man, “You’re not thinking of …of possessing me, are you?” “What? No! I just…I just want…wanted what you have. Even just a little. I mean, really look at you. Look at your life. I bet you’ve never been alone one day in your whole entire life. And the worst thing about you was that you had to come out. But of course, you came out and had sex before that, after that, during that…am I right?” “You’re a ghost,” Jesse frowned and put his hands on the bars. “You must have knowledge.” “I’m guessing at all of it. But I guess I’m right or you would have said so…” “Yes,” it was Jesse’s turn to get annoyed. “But you could have if you wanted to…” “Oh really. Would you hit this?” The man looked himself over. He wasn’t fat, wasn’t tall, wasn’t great looking but wasn’t ugly either. “No, you wouldn’t. It’s average…” “So…” “So why not find some other average guy? Listen, I’m also a virgin…” “I’m sorry.” “So am I. I wish…I dunno. I never really related well to people. I mean they …most of them, they liked me enough. Some of them even loved me. But I never really got them, you know. I never really enjoyed them. I always found them to be a lot of work. And as for my friends…well, they liked me more when I was doing things they wanted to do. But when it came time for them to do stuff I wanted to do…” “What was it you wanted to do?” The ghost had put his legs through the bars and let them hang over too but Jesse didn’t see him do that. In response to Jesse’s question, the Ghost said, “I don’t know. I never did. I mean I liked solo things. TV, movies, that kind of thing. I can’t say that some people didn’t try. I just…I just always wanted to be someone else. I wanted someone else. On top of that…I sort of dabbled in things. I bowled, I went to miniature golf, I ran track in junior high and high school for five years…people liked me but they didn’t like like me. I mean enough to really be close to me. Unless they needed something from me. I always found fantasy more exciting than them. On top of that, I was gay and had crushes all through junior and high school. I wanted two of these guys so bad. Turned out they were both dealers and one was a drug addict on top of being a dealer. I used to follow them around the hallways…isn’t that strange?” “Not really. You were gay and didn’t know how to express it. I can relate to that…” The man spat with a ghostly breath. “NO, YOU CAN’T! WHAT WOULD YOU KNOW ABOUT A LIFE LIKE THAT?” “I…I’m sorry. I guess I can’t…” “I didn’t even know I was gay. I thought it was just that I wanted to be like them, you know. Outgoing, personable. People others went to for fun and friendship. Everyone and I mean everyone flocked around these guys. I was shy for the most part, not really outgoing. Everyone or just about everyone said hello to me and was sort of fond of me but no one really…no one really wanted to be closer. And sometimes, some friends just left me high and dry for others and sometimes it was my fault. I mean I made fun of one of my friends a lot. SO much that he never wanted to be my friend again and didn’t even tell me why. He just left. I figured it out and apologized but…another friend did drugs…oh, just smoking pot at first, and he thought I wouldn’t want to be friends with him. By the time he and I figured it all out, he was then doing hard drugs. He didn’t want any part of me. Another guy got way into sports and that took up a lot of his time…I just never found myself…and on top of all of that, I had fetishes…” “Man, you did have a lot of issues,” Jesse said, “I wish I could have done something…you know,” he put his hand on the man’s leg, “…to help you.” “My family loved me and when I came out to them…” “Shit. You came out to them?!!!” “Yeah when I was like 42…I had to do that three times, come out to them three times. I told them all. Oddly enough they all took it in stride…” “What year was this, that you did all this in?” “Oh, I didn’t mention that…?” “No.” “I killed myself in August of 2007. I know what you’re thinking. There should have been a lot of help for me. I tell you there was some but mostly it was slow going and my own worst enemy was myself.” “I just…suicide. To me…you had people who loved you?” “Yeah, mom, dad, sister and her daughters, an aunt and uncle, their four children and their families…” “But it wasn’t enough, was it? You wanted a relationship, didn’t you?” “Yes,” the ghost said, “I did. And, you know, all my life before that, gay was just something not understood. Growing up in the 60s and 70s it was just taboo to my family and even my community. A small place on Long Island.” “I’m sorry. I know how some of those places can be…even in the present…I just…to do that to them. To kill yourself…it’s kinda selfish.” “I know. I knew it was when I did it but I just didn’t want to feel so hopeless any more. I just wanted the pain to go away. The thoughts came so much…to know there were gay guys out there doing stuff I just could not…and I even tried. I entered the gay world and community out there. I found a lot of mean people who seemed nice when they first met me. But many were into drugs, cheap sex…and not into me…although some guys were into me…” “There you go,” Jesse tried to cheer up. “SO why didn’t you…” “Listen. I’m sorry. I’m shallow. I really am. Would you fuck an overweight, bearded 55 year old or 60 year old who acted fem or whatever?” Jesse thought about it. He shrugged. “I guess I never had to think about stuff like that…” “Exactly my point…” the ghost smiled. “I didn’t want to either. On top of that, I was also too moral or too fearful to do anything and to keep going to those pointless bars…they were never me to begin with, bars. I hated that scene. Yet I wished I were someone who didn’t give a shit. I knew a guy out there who…came out same as I did. Only he was blond, tall, blue eyed, outgoing and very ,very good looking. He got more sex…and he never reciprocated…he never sucked a guy’s dick, never let a guy fuck his ass, nothing…he was the most self centered guy I ever knew and…” “And he was happy.” “Yes, now you’ve got it.” “And you wanted to be like him?” Jesse’s voice raised a bit on the last word. “Yes,” the ghost said and thought about it, “I supposed I did. Maybe just a little…still other guys promised stuff. There was this out group on Long Island. I went to it, and I had a hard time at first continuing to go. I just didn’t want to face this gay stuff. But when I finally went…it shut down and a guy took over who wanted to met at a bar, gay club really. I met some guys there. And they all made these promises, like we’ll get together and do stuff beyond the bar…one of them hung himself. I think maybe he and I might have been friends but I was too closeted even then…I guess. I wasn’t into him either. And I wish I was. But I would have tried to do stuff with them, I mean like social stuff. They weren’t too receptive. One of them invited me to meet some of his friends who were active in the gay community…helping the young gays…I mean boy, if you were a young gay guy coming out, you had plenty türbanlı escort of help available to you. But be like 30 to 45 and there was little to none. Then the group met again and I met some of the guys there, some new guys. They also made promises. Even got me to dance once or twice on the dance floor. Then I don’t know what happened, they just got…sorta funny…” “Could be…you were…” “Oh, I Know. I’m really negative. I think that sent people the other way. They don’t want to hear my shit. And I don’t blame them…much. I know I’m not an easy person on friends, I know that. I just wish someone would have kept trying, that’s all.” Jesse listened. “I wish…I know this might seem trite to say now, but I wish…I wish it were me.” “Thanks.” The ghost smiled. “That helps. It’s funny how all the things they tell you in school, you know like–you can be anything you want to be, or, I dunno, there’s someone out there for everyone…are all wrong. They don’t know what they are talking about.” “Did…” Jesse hesitated to ask the next question, “Did you ever get counseling…” “Over 16 years of it. And while they helped a small bit…made me a bit more functional instead of a crying depressed mess…they really didn’t know what to do to help me either. I mean really cure me or make me like myself or make me totally un-depressed. Medication helped for a time but that doesn’t make you make the steps or at least it didn’t me. Added to that, the counselors often didn’t return phone calls, didn’t hasten to make appointments for me, and didn’t really seem to care beyond my check for services…well, that’s not fair, one of them was pretty caring but still, they almost all abandoned me, too…” “What about the internet, tch?” The ghost laughed, “I set up a date once on there. It was supposed to be at a diner. The guy never showed up and I didn’t have a cell phone or portable lap top or whatever to find out until I returned home. He said he had to drive his sister someplace. I told him okay and he could set something up next time. He never did.” Jesse could feel his emotions taking over. His eyes began to well up. He felt deep compassion. “That happens. I guess people have to try again and again and again and…” “I wasn’t willing to do that. I never was. I mean I guess I felt why should I go all through all this stuff that I hated…I did join a sci fi club…met some nice guys there. But I felt beyond that, why go through this stuff when all it got me was a not very fun time and didn’t get me the results I wanted.” “I guess I never…” “No, because most things came easy to you.” “Yes, I guess so. I mean I had to work to get my career going and…even there, I had some help but…I guess I don’t think about people who aren’t like me. Aren’t as good looking. No offense.” “None taken.” “I’m sorry.” Jesse had tears in his eyes and one dripped down to his left cheek. He put his arm up to hold the back of the ghostly man but it went through him. “I…I never thought about things like that. I’m too busy I guess. Too busy being a jerk sometimes. Making fun of things, of some people…not like you. Like those jerky guards in the future that tried to cut my dick off once…and just making jokes to ease the tension I sometimes feel…traveling through time with the Doctor…well, it’s fun but it can be really, really dangerous too so I just …I don’t know, act like a smart ass sometimes…and hey, how come…I can’t feel you anymore…” “I..I don’t know,” the ghost said, “I just guess I have to concentrate more on it. Why?” “Well, I know, like you’re dead and all,” Jesse submitted, “But, I was I like was, gonna let you do me if you wanted…” The ghost man laughed, “Jesse, that’s very thoughtful of you and considerate but you…would you really?” “Yes,” Jesse put his hands up toward the man again. They went through the man’s chest. “I…I guess we…it’s pretty hard trying to do it this way. I mean it would be pretty hard…” Jesse shut his eyes. “It would just be a pity fuck, wouldn’t it?” “I…” Jesse rubbed tears from his eyes. “No. I…I really like you, mister…” The ghost seemed to be crying, also. But then he vanished from the sitting position and was standing up. “I think…I think it’s time to go. I think I’m okay now. Just chatting with you…” Jesse joined him and faced him. “What do you mean?” “It’s time I go off to the universe…you know, to Him.” “God?” “Yeah.” “Gosh.” “Yeah.” The ghost smiled and hugged Jesse, feeling him. Jesse felt the ghost as solid again. “I think it’ll be a grand adventure…” “Yeah,” Jesse said, “Leave the rest of this behind you…I think you’ll find what you want in the universe, in God…and there’s always another way…” “For me, this is it,” the ghost said, “Goodbye sweet one….I will visit you sometimes…if…if you want…” he had begun to float upwards… “Yes, of course,” Jesse smiled, “Just….” He thought about it, and wanted to finish before the ghost vanished through the ceiling and finally up and out the roof. “Just let me know when you coming…” He rubbed his elbow across his eyes to wipe away the residual tears. “Goodbye.” The ghost man rose up to the ceiling and out and was gone. “Man.” Jesse looked around, then had the urge to run down the steps. He realized, half way down, that he was still naked. He turned to retreat back to his room, to dress, to go after Jeremy. As he turned, he realized someone was standing before him. Someone in a long frilly night gown. “Oh no, not another ghost…” The redheaded Mrs. Jennifer Hart stood there, holding Freeway in her arms, her scruffy and cute little dog, “I’ve never been mistaken for a ghost. Although, I did dress up as a vampire one Halloween when I was younger…” She looked Jesse up and down. “You do realize that…” “Yeah, yeah, I’m naked,” Jesse said, almost matter of fact, “So…Uh, I’ll be going now…” “Okay,” Jennifer shook her head as the thunder seemed to subside. “Oh, uh, has Freeway been in his room with you the whole night?” “Why, yes, of course,” Jennifer looked down. “Oh my…” “I thought maybe he was in my room…” Jesse smiled. “No, no,” Jennifer looked down some more. “He’s afraid of the thunder… he was with me the whole time. I’ve just come out to see if I can get him something to eat…” “Watch yourself, though, Mrs. Hart, this house can be dangerous…things that go bump in the night…” “So I see,” Jennifer whispered. Jesse turned red. While he was far from the embarrassed type, and he was very confident of himself around males, around females, especially those a bit older then himself, he was not very prideful. “Okay, I’d better go…” “Yeah,” Jennifer whispered and nodded. She watched him turn around and walk back to his room…Jesse practically ran but didn’t want to show her he was somewhat shameful of being naked in front of her. Jennifer put her head to Freeway’s neck and snuggled the dog and laughed. “Oh, Freeway…” Jesse dressed quickly and wondered what the time was. He looked at the old clock on the dresser. It was 3:15 AM. “Holy Amityville Horror, it’s been a few hours…Jeremy…” Jesse put on David’s shorts and sneakers, no socks. He put on a T shirt that looked like it came straight from Woodstock, it being purple with a big peace sign of white on it and all sorts of designs and characters plastered around the circle that surrounded the peace sign. He didn’t care, he just fled the house as fast as he could, having grabbed a flashlight from one of the drawers. Outside, he looked up and saw the rain slowing to a small sprinkle. He didn’t care about that either. He had to get to the house to help Jeremy. He ran, sprinted across the lawn, and stopped. He shone the flashlight through the forest and once he was sure of the path he had to take, he continued his race across the woods, past the cliffs, and all the strange sounds he heard along the way. Nothing would stand in his way from getting to the Old House. Earlier, David had told he and Jeremy the way. Jesse ran, breathless to the front doorway of the Old House. Before he could even try the doorknob, the doors opened and Jeremy stood there. He looked white and ghost like…he seemed to be in a trance. “Hello, Jesse, won’t you come in…” TBC

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