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U-N-I Chapter 3 The following story is entirely a work of fiction. The characters are not based on any particular celebrity but the story is about fictional characters, who are celebrities in the story. The music used in this story will be music by the band Coldplay. Here is the reworked version of chapter 3 Let me know what you think of the story at [email protected] and check out my tumblr blog at https://u-n-i-live.tumblr.com/ --------------------------- We could have gone on playing for hours but after a couple more songs, we had to end the gig. “Ok, guys,” Rob began saying to the people in the audience, “this is the last song that you requested. Thank you so much for being here. We’ve had the best time, and we hope you’ve enjoyed yourselves as much as we have.” We played a U2 cover that everyone sang along to, giving us goosebumps, and then, we went into the pit to meet our growing fan base and engage with them. Everyone was super excited to be talking to us and for a long moment, we were surrounded by fans, which of course, was a real buzz. We signed a few autographs, shook hands with the boys, hugged the girls and took pictures with them. Being the singer and frontman, Rob was, as always, getting the most female attention. He was literally surrounded by a bunch of giggling girls who wanted to touch him, hug him and even kiss him. He’d always seem to enjoy it but for the first time, I really focused all my attention on how he interacted with them. He was nothing but sweet but unlike Jordan and Damon who were single and looked pretty determined to make the most of their evening, Rob wasn’t acting flirtatiously. He was being nice and respectful but he clearly wasn’t trying to get some. Jordan had been the first one to actually notice this. The past couple of months, he had joked about it several times, telling us that he suspected Rob to be - to quote him - more into dick than pussy. We would always laugh about it and he hadn’t really said anything in front of Rob, not in a serious way anyway. After interacting with the fans for a long moment, I went back up onto the stage to unplug our instruments. Shortly after, the music began playing and the pit became a dance floor again. For a few seconds I looked for Rob, unsurprisingly, when I spotted him, he was talking with a bloke and clearly they were into each other. It was the first time I actually noticed Rob being flirtatious with a guy and it was a bit unsettling. I’m sure it had happened plenty of times before but, unlike Jordan, I just hadn’t seen it. The bloke had his hand on Rob’s lower back, he was leaning close to him and talking into his ear flirtatiously. Rob obviously knew him. I didn’t. They were both being subtle, but now that I knew, there was no doubt in my mind that he was gay and that Rob had probably had sex with him before. Watching them, a wave of emotion came over me and completely destabilized me. I didn't want him to fuck around with anyone in that club. I wanted us to go back to his place and continue what we had started, and I fucking hoped he did too. I wasn't sure how to make that happen though. I was supposed to take Rachel home and stay over at her place and I knew that if I did that, I’d have to have sex with her. For the first time, I wasn't looking forward to it. All I could think about was how to find an excuse, any excuse to go home with Rob instead of her, but at the same time, I felt really bad for wanting to do this. I couldn't help thinking that it was a pretty shitty thing to do to her and I seriously wondered what I was getting myself into. I was about to join Rob on the dancefloor when I heard Dylan call my name. "Mark," he said as I was zipping up my guitar case. "You’re not gonna believe this. I was just at the bar, and someone working from BMG started chatting to me!" I stood up in a flash, realizing right away what it meant. "For real?" I asked, dumbfounded. "Yeah. Said he wants to talk with us backstage," he answered, with excitement in his voice, his hands reaching behind his neck and his lips forming a broad smile. "Holy fuck, man !” I said, grabbing his arm, obviously thrilled. “This is happening!" "It is, isn’t it!" he exclaimed, still smiling broadly. "Where is he now? What’d he say to you exactly?" I asked him, talking a lot faster than usual. "He’s still at the bar," he replied as he spun around and looked across the dancefloor. "What do we do?" I asked, a bit freaked out. "I dunno,” he responded, anxiety in his voice, “but we’ve gotta stay cool. Come with me, I’ll introduce you!" We walked over to the bar and he introduced himself to me. "Hello, Scott Darcy, I'm part of the A&R team at BMG," he said as he extended his hand. "Mark, Mark Emery," I answered, shaking his hand. "That was a great performance you’ve just delivered!" he said to me. "Would you two mind getting your bandmates, so we can have a chat backstage?" "Yeah, of course," I told him. They were all dancing with a few admirers. We gathered them together to tell them that a guy from a record company wanted to talk to us. They reacted as enthusiastically as I did and we all went backstage to our dressing room. The guy briefly introduced himself again and shook hands with Rob, Jordan and Dylan. “Did you come here to hear us play?” Damon asked. “Sort of. I’m in Dublin for a few days,” he said with a nod. “I'd heard of this new Irish band making a buzz on the internet that was playing tonight, so I got curious. Glad I did," he smiled. “you boys owned the stage. Were those your songs? Have you written them yourselves?" he asked as we all sat down. "Yeah, we have," Jordan told him proudly. "Well, I gotta admit, I’m quite impressed with the quality of your playing. How old are you?" he asked all of us. "We’re all eighteen," Dylan answered. He just nodded and sort of stared at us for a moment. "Damn!” he exclaimed loudly, “I fucking love when this happens! You," he said intensely, pointing his finger toward Rob, "you have something that I haven’t seen in a young artiste in a while. There’s something about you that draws people’s attention. You’re very charismatic. You have star quality young man, a pretty darn good voice and stage presence, let me tell you." We all looked at Rob with raised eyebrows. I could tell that he was pleased to hear this. It what was probably one of the nicest compliments he had ever received. "That’s a great advantage you've got here. You need someone like that in a band. And from what I’ve seen, you're all doing on quite well with your instruments. Despite your young age I was staggered during your performance, no mistakes, so much energy, passion, professionalism too…." "Thanks," was all we could utter. "You seem to have attracted quite a fan base already. I mean, you've sold out a venue tonight and the media don’t even know you." Yeah, we had, and we couldn’t quite believe it ourselves. “I’m so intrigued by the five of you," he said, still staring. We didn’t know how to respond. Thankfully, he asked us, "What do you boys expect from this band you’ve formed? What motivates you?" We looked at each other. Damon was the first one to answer, "We just want to have fun, play music together, we just love it. I mean, we’d love to take it further but right now, we just enjoy playing together whenever we can. Tonight's actually the first time we performed in a place where people had to pay to see us play. We’ve only played in pubs before." Rob added, "Yeah, tonight, we thought it'd only be people coming to the club, to like dance, but as it turned out they were coming for us, " he said, amazed. "They were!" he confirmed with a nod. "How long've you been playing together?" Damon continued, "We live on the same street, we go to the same school, we’ve been friends forever. We started playing when we were…," he looked at us, "thirteen, fourteen?" We all nodded, it was around that age. “That’s astonishing! That you’ve got to this point already. Who writes the songs?" They all turned to me. "You?" he asked me. I chuckled, "Well, I don’t do it all by myself … but yeah, I guess I write with most of the melodies," I said self-consciously. "That song you played near the end, "Politik", was it?" he asked. "It’s an amazing tune, from start to finish. Absolutely brilliant! That should be released as a single, if you want my opinion. Did you write that song as well?" he asked me. "He did," Jordan answered for me, punching my arm. "he pretty much writes all the songs. We just try to keep up with him." "Astonishing!" he reapeated. "I can recognize talent when I see it and you all have a lot of it. You’re gonna go far," he stated with confidence. "A great song writer, a great front man, great musicians, a growing fan base… you’ve got everything. You’ve got everything you need to sign a record deal." We all looked at each other, totally thrilled. "You wanna sign us?" Jordan asked, with the biggest grin on his face. Rob and I were sitting next to each other. He turned to me and whispered, "Have I been living in some kind of parallel universe since yesterday where all of my dreams come true?" I laughed and pushed him playfully with my shoulder. I shook my head no, "It’s real, all real!" I confirmed with a smile, he grinned at me and shook his head in amazement. "Well, that’s definitely something that ought to be considered." he answered Jordan. He then asked us plenty of music-related questions. What type of music we were into, how many songs we’d written, how many gigs we’d played… We were very enthusiastic and he seemed to enjoy that. If anyone started talking to us about music, it was almost impossible to stop us. The atmosphere in the room was relaxed. We chatted with him for a long time until he clasped his hand together and announced, “Right lads, let’s get serious. You realise we don’t invest hundreds of thousands of pounds in a group, no matter how talented they may be just after seeing them live once. I, but more specifically the people who might consider investing in you, need to know you better. We need to hear demos of your songs. We need to see if it’s good enough to be marketed to a targeted audience. We want to know what motivates you, how hungry you are to make it, how well you get along. We don’t want to invest money in a group that is going to give up after a few months because they can’t stand each other anymore or because they get so big-headed right from the start that they start to live it up all the time and completely forget what their goals were in the first place. If you wanna make it, you need to throw yourselves one hundred percent into everything that you do. You need to work hard, it’s a tough industry. It’s not about just having fun. It requires commitment and dedication, because as soon as you stop working, it’s over, someone else takes your place. Is this clear in your minds? Are you ready for this? Are you all ready to give up a normal adolescence and going to college, or living every man’s life for this band? Do you think it’s worth it? Because if you do make it, your lives can change dramatically and you will have to deal with it." We all looked at each other. He sure had done a good job of describing the harsh reality but of course we still wanted it. I knew I did, I had faith in us. "I’m even more ready than I was before I stepped into this room," Dylan said and we all agreed. He seemed happy with that answer. "Alright then! Well, here’s my card," he said as he handed it to Rob. "Can you tell me at what number I can reach you?" "Sure," Rob answered and gave him a phone number. "Alright. I’ll call you so we can meet again. We have an office here in Dublin. Please, make a demo of these songs," he begged. We stood up as he added, "Well, if you don’t have any questions, I’ll let you get back to the dancefloor." We thanked him, chatted some more and he left. We all were extremely silent after he'd closed the door behind him. Dylan spoke first, "This guy so wants to sign us," he giggled happily. "I didn’t know what to expect but that was beyond anything I'd hoped." "I know! Fucking hell, this is huge, isn’t it?’’ Rob asked, "I mean this is it! If we record the songs and keep performing live like we did tonight, they’re gonna sign us. Did you hear him? He wouldn’t have told us all that if he didn’t hope to do something with us." "We’re gonna be famous!" Jordan screamed and we all laughed and cheered, genuinely thrilled. When we went back to the dancefloor, Rachel grasped my arm as soon as she saw me. I was about to tell her about our conversation backstage but she spoke before I could. She was cheerful, obviously a bit buzzed. “Hon,” she said to me, almost laughing, “Lizzie’s completely wasted. I’ve never seen her like this. She puked all over the loo.” “Lizzie?” I asked, surprised. She was Rachel’s best friend and she was a pretty well-behaved girl. “Yes,” she nodded, her blue eyes still laughing a little. “Shut up!” “I don’t know what to do.” “Shit,” I said with a laugh, fnding this pretty funny. “She’s feeling better now that she's puked, but I can't let her go home like this. Her mum’s gonna freak if she sees that she’s been drinking.” All of a sudden, Jordan came up behind her, wrapped his arms around her shoulders and said loudly, “can you believe this? We’re gonna be famous,” he yelled into her ear. “What?” she exclaimed happily, trying to turn her head to look at him in the eye. “You are?” “I haven’t told her yet,” I said to Jordan and then spoke to Rachel, “we've talked with a guy who works at BMG!” She opened her mouth and gasped. Then she smiled broadly at me and then at Jordan, and back at me, “Oh my god! OH MY GOD!” she screamed. She literally jumped into my arms. She was so happy, she almost had tears in her eyes and her cheerfulness was infectious. “Oh my god, you guys are serious?” she asked again. " Pretty brilliant, isn't it? But who knows what's gonna happen? I said, hugging her. "You know what's gonna happen! You're gonna get signed, how could you not?" she said and kissed my cheek. I was about to respond but a friend of hers appeared and interrupted us. “Oh shit, Lizzie!” Rachel said. “How’s she doing?” she asked her friend. “I think we should go,” she answered, “and take her home.” “We can’t do that. Her mum can’t know she’s been drinking.” They continued talking about what to do about Lizzie and I very much liked where the conversation was going. They decided that they’d all sleep over at Rachel’s house … which meant that I couldn’t. “We can see each other tomorrow, right?” she asked, feeling bad for dumping me on such an eventful night. She probably thought I wanted to end the night with sex… and I did… I tried not to let it show but I was thrilled. It meant that Rob and I could be alone, I hoped so anyway. I hung around with Rachel and her friends until she left the club with them. "Are you sure you're gonna be alright?" I asked her. "Yes, don't worry. We can't wait until you guys are ready to leave. We'll be fine. I just hope she doesn't puke again on the bus," she said with a laugh. "Alright, text me when you get home," I insisted. "Sure, I'll see you tomorrow," she said and gave me a quick kiss before leaving. Then, I joined Rob, Damon and Dylan who had started tidying up. As I climbed onto the stage, Damon looked at his drum kit and passed his hands over his face. "I can’t believe we have to take everything back tonight." I shrugged, "Do we? The owner didn't seem to mind if we came back tomorrow." "Yeah? D'you reckon?" he asked, hopeful. I nodded and then asked, "Where's Jordan?" "Useless. He’s snogging a girl," Damon informed us. Rob laughed and leaned closer to me, “Yeah, he wanted me to do that with him and her apparently, very hot friend.” “And you said no to this?” I whispered jokingly, so Damon and Dylan wouldn't hear. He chuckled and I couldn't help but ask, “Who’s the bloke who keeps following you around?” “Nobody," he answered. "Did you have plans with him?” I asked. He looked at the dancefloor, as if he was looking to see if he was still here. “I did,” he admitted, “I don’t anymore,” he added immediately. I smiled at him, “Lizzie got shitfaced. She’s gonna stay at Rachel’s.” He raised his eyebrows inquisitively, "So, does that mean that you aren't? I just smiled naughtily. He smiled back, clearly thinking about all the possibilities this new information offered. “Fuck,” he huffed. “there's no way I'm gonna tidy this shit up now. Let's just go." I couldn't agree more. Just the thought of spending the whole night with him made my heart skip a beat. I still couldn't think of the consequences. I knew I was behaving like a complete asshole by cheating on Rachel, but for some reason, the fact that I wasn't cheating on her with another girl made it less bad, as if it didn’t matter as much. It did… but I didn't want to admit it to myself. “Fuck it,” he huffed. “Where's Connor." He asked me. "I'll tell him we'll meet him back here tomorrow to get the gear into his van." "Must be at the bar," I answered. "I'll tell Dylan. We'll sort a time to get in with the venue." He nodded and we looked at each other intensely. He smiled and brushed his hand against mine. Then he gave me a friendly hug that only lasted a couple of seconds. "I can't fucking wait to be alone with you," he whispered before walking away to find Connor, who was Dylan's brother. Just the thought of spending the whole night with him made my heart skip a beat. I still couldn't think of the consequences. I knew I was behaving like a complete asshole by cheating on Rachel, but for some reason, the fact that I wasn't cheating on her with another girl made it less bad, as if it didn’t matter as much. It did… but I didn't want to admit it to myself. Once everything was arranged, Damon insisted on driving all of us back home, which didn't happen for another hour. The drive home was pretty fast and uneventful, we just talked about the gig and made a few bad jokes. When we finally got to Rob's place, it was after 4am. His parents had their bedroom downstairs so we tried to make as little noise as possible when we came in. We immediately kicked off our shoes and climbed quietly upstairs. Before we even reached his bedroom, he grabbed my hand and pulled me toward him, taking me to the bathroom. Once inside, he gently closed the door and we looked at each other, realizing we were now alone together and we could do whatever we wanted. Although one of us had to make the first move. I knew he probably would have liked it to be me but as much as I wanted to have sex with him again, I wasn't quite bold enough to go for it or tell him straightforwardly. He gripped my shirt, and again, pulled me closer to him. When my face was an inch away from his, he whispered, "Is it ok if I kiss you now?" I didn't say anything but I must have nodded as I stared into his eyes. He clutched my shirt a bit tighter. For a couple of seconds, I felt his breath on my lips. He licked and bit his lower lip. Fuck," I breathed before he pressed his lips against mine and his tongue went right inside my mouth. The intensity was still very much there. It felt even stronger - because this time, I wanted him just as bad as he wanted me. Before I knew it, we were making out and there was no stopping us. Kissing him was just as exhilarating as earlier in the day, if not more. I ran my hand roughly through his hair and drew him close to me. He did the same and we began to spin a little as we kissed, moaning a little with each breath. He unzipped my sweat-shirt and we stopped kissing to take all of our clothes off. Then we stepped into the shower. He turned the water on and then his lips slammed against mine again. He rubbed the back of my neck as he kissed me. We didn't speak as he ran his hands along my bare body. I explored him too; his chest, his arms, his dick, which was as hard as it could be. Not breaking our lip lock, he reached for the shower gel that was on a built-in shelf. He poured some onto his hand and soaped up my body. I watched the water dripping down his smooth shoulders and when I looked down I could see the water running off of his cock. I soaped him up as well, running one of my hands up his back while the other one rubbed his tight chest. He looked down at our cocks, hard as a rock, then look up at me with a sly grin before he rubbed them together, took them both in one hand and started jerking us off. I swear, I was so tuned on by what was happening that I could have cum just from doing that. He kissed me again, his hand still massaging our hard-ons. "Careful, you're gonna make me cum," I told him, breaking the silence. He smiled and told me to turn around so that he could soap up my back. I did as requested and soon felt him massaging the soap into my shoulders. It didn't last long. He quickly moved lower until his hands were at the small of my back. I felt his lips start kissing my shoulders and I closed my eyes to fully enjoy the feeling. His hands went lower, until they were soaping up my ass. I couldn't believe how much I loved the feeling of his hands rubbing my smooth, ass cheeks, something no girl had ever done. Combined with the feeling of his lips descending further down my spine, I was overwhelmed with lust. He was soon kissing the small of my back, grabbing the back of my thighs. I looked down to see my own cock staring back at me. I was so fucking horny. I wanted to start stroking myself again, but felt momentarily paralyzed by the pleasure. I felt his lips kissing my bottom, and then felt his hands slowly separating my cheeks. He was going for my ass again and I didn't want to stop him. I felt something rub up against my smooth hole, but it was soon replaced with his tongue. I immediately sighed and slumped forward, holding myself up against the wall as he began probing my ass with his tongue. He obvioulsy loved doing this and I thought that I would soon have to try doing the same to him. I fucking wanted to. I felt his tongue wiping around my anus, then slowly pushing itself inside. I thought I could hear moaning, and told myself to stay quiet. Once he had gotten his tongue in he started wiggling it from side to side and I pushed back from the wall, hoping to get him to push it further inside. The pleasure was intense and I had to reach down with one hand and start pulling on my dick and I felt him grasp my balls in his hand and he started rolling them around. "Oh fuck, Rob," I moaned as he started slightly tugging on my balls. Eventually his tongue left my hole and traveled up the crack of my ass back to the small of my back. I didn't want him to stop but was also eager to see what might be next. His hand moved to my dick and he continued kissing my back, slowly standing up until he was kissing my neck and biting my earlobe. "Do you like that?" he whispered. "Yes," I panted, as he stroked my cock. "Good," he said. I turned my head around and said, "Can I do that to you?" He looked mildly surprised but soon nodded. "Sure." We stepped out of the shower, dried off our bodies and went into his room. He plopped on the bed and I watched his naked body and his cock smack his tight skin as he exclaimed, "I think tonight might just be the best night of my life!" "Really, I thought yesterday was," I joked. "It was pretty great too," he answered. I crawled on top of him, which surprised him a little. We gazed into each other's eyes. He placed his hand on the sides of my face and his expression got more serious as he pulled me into him to kiss me again. "This must be too good to be true," he said. "It’s not, it's really not," I whispered and continued kissing him. I loved the gentle pressure of his lips on mine. He kissed me with a hunger and intensity that I had never experienced with anyone else, and all I could think about was that I wanted more. I could feel my whole body respond to him. He kept unlocking urges I didn't even know I had. He held me tight and rubbed his body against mine. Our hands began roaming all over and I buried my face in the crook of his neck, smelling him, discovering how much his scent was turning me on. Then I my lips began kissing his shoulders as I caressed his chest and pinched his nipples between my fingers. For a second, I watched him. He looked gorgeous and I found myself wondering why I fancied him so much. I couldn't stop watching his strong chest and arms, his abs and I wanted him bad. I couldn’t believe how much my feelings for him had grown in such a short amount of time. But I couldn’t fight it. I didn’t know what part of his body to go for so I just pushed my face in his chest and licked, kissed and nibbled at everything my lips came in contact with. I sucked on his nipples and my tongue traveled all around his six-pack, loving how hard it felt. His cock was leaking like a faucet so I wrapped my lips around his shaft and licked greedily all the precum that was easing out. I soaked his pole with my saliva before engulfing it in my mouth. As I listened to his moans, my own cock was throbbing and I jerked myself, getting hornier and hornier as I kept sucking him up and down for a moment. Then, I concentrated on the head and its sensitive area until I felt that I needed more. I took my mouth off of his cock and licked my way up his chest. I stopped to tease one of his nipples but as much as he seemed to enjoy it, it didn't last long. My cock was throbbing and begging for some action. I needed more of him, so much more. When I reached his face, I kissed his cheek and moved my mouth up to his ear. I licked his earlobe sensually and I couldn’t help but whisper passionately, "I wanna fuck you so bad!" I really did. I wanted to know how it would feel to be inside of him and I was pretty sure that he was up for that. I was used to fucking a girl but I had to admit that fucking a guy in the ass, especially him, was a huge turn on. I was practically squirming at the idea of having my cock inside his ass. Again, the thought crossed my mind that this had to be more than just sexual curiosity. I knew I was starting to realize that I was bi, possibly even gay but at that moment, I couldn't question my sexuality more than I already had in the last twenty fous hours. I briefly looked into his eyes to see his reaction, and he looked right back at me with a passion I had not yet seen in his eyes. "I wanna be inside of you," I said again. He moaned, "Oh fuck yeah!" and kissed me with ferocity, "do it!" "Turn around," I urged him. He did and I lowered myself down on the bed and took his ass cheeks in my hands, massaging them and pulling them apart, exposing his hole. I was so excited. I wanted to do to him what he had done to me and I slowly started licking his crack up and down, giving it a tongue bath, making him whimper with desire. He buried his face into his pillow and moaned. He raised one of his legs on the side to let me access his hole more easily and I teased him with my tongue again, not pushing it in, just gently licking around, driving him crazy. "Ohhh, yes!" he moaned, several times. I continued rimming him, applying more and more pressure on his hole. With one firm push, my tongue pushed its way inside and entered his ass and he cried softly and moaned so hard at the intense pleasure of feeling my tongue inside him that you'd think he had cum. I now knew how good this felt and giving him that pleasure was a huge turn on. I slowly began pushing my tongue in deeper and then pulling it out, gently fucking and he went wild, grabbing the sheets. "Oh yeah, feels so amazing, don't stop," he encouraged me. I then wet my thumb and applied pressure until it popped into him. He groaned, enjoying the feeling, completely surrendering to me. I opened him up with my thumb, sliding it in and out and I couldn’t wait to feel my length inside him. "There’s lube in the drawer," he said, breathing hard. I kissed his lower back and stood up to get the lube. I then poured the lube into my hands and started working into his hole. He groaned as my fingers penetrated him. I used two and worked them both all around the inside of his ass. I slid them in and out, feeling his warmth, until I felt he was ready, which he confirmed, “I want you Mark, do it!” he urgently told me. I withdrew my fingers and started lubing up my pole before getting into position. I couldn't wait to enter him, my cock was hard as a rock. He raised his ass a little and I guided the head of my cock in with my hand. He gasped and his hole immediately resisted so I stopped for a second, letting him get used to me. I pushed again and my cock began sliding into him so slowly, opening him up and it felt exquisite. "Oh God," I panted. "Oh, you feel so good," I could not believe what I was doing but I was enjoying every second of it. His ass was so tight and warm that it could have sent me over the edge quite quickly, but I wanted this to be good for him. "Oh fuck," he sighed and remembered to breathe when he felt my pubes on his ass. I didn’t move and he started to really get used to me, enjoying the feeling more and more. He turned around and smiled and I leaned down to kiss his lips. "Oh god, you're so tight," I told him as I wrapped my arm around his stomach, the other around his shoulders and I started moving, holding him tight. I grabbed his pec and twisted his nipple, maybe to send of the pain in another direction. He moaned sensually as I started fucking him gently, withdrawing a few inches and pushing back in. I wasn't sure if it was pain or pleasure, it seemed to be a mixture of both. I started a rhythm and he shuddered almost violently when my cock poked against his prostate. I must have managed to scrape his prostate again because the same incredible sensation overwhelmed him, “Oh yeah, fuck me,” he almost whined, as I held him tight against me. “Ohhh, fuck Rob,” I moaned, the sounds he was making were turning me on so bad, I wasn't sure how long I would be able to fuck him. His ass gently massaged my cock. He felt so amazing. The pleasure was intense for the both of us. I was moaning sensually and he kept whining but I knew it was more pleasurable than painful for him. After a moment, feeling I needed to give my cock some time to calm down, I pulled out of him and made him turn around. He lay on his back and as I watched his cock, still hard and ready to explode. I felt the need to take it into my mouth again. I sucked on the head, teasing him and he moaned, moving his hips a little to fuck my face. When I stopped, I raised his legs and positioned my cock at his entrance again. I pushed myself easily deep into his ass again, looking into his eyes. As he looked back into mine, he shuddered and grabbed the back of my neck to pull me for a sensuous kiss. "Your ass feels so amazing," I moaned in his mouth. "Oh god, Mark," he moaned, "you feel so fucking good, I love it!" I kissed him deeply as he held me tight against him to increase the pleasure. I felt like he wanted to feel me against him as much as he possibly could. My rhythm picked up and after a few minutes, I began to lose control. I was still gentle but there was an insistence to my thrusts now. I grabbed his legs, placed my hands under his knees and pistoned in and out of him, losing myself in the love making as my orgasm started to build up. I began breathing fast and gave him full, regular strokes. He kept roaming his hand up and down my back. For a moment, I nuzzled my face in the crook of his neck. When I raised my head, he held my face in-between his hands and we kissed urgently. My cock assaulted his prostate mercilessly and from the erratic sounds he was making, I knew he was going cum before me, or maybe at the same time as me. I closed my eyes and thrust deeper and harder into him as I listened to his moans. "Ohh yeah, fuck me, ohh God," he moaned, "ohhh, I’m gonna cum, ahhh," he let out a stifled cry. I quickly reached for his cock and his asshole tightened. He groaned with a look of pure bliss on his face and the cum started flying out of his cock and landed all over his chest and stomach, as well as my hand. I loved feeling him shake and whimper as he had his orgasm. The intensity of his release was so hot that I felt my balls tightening. The need to unload was strong and I embedded myself into him. My body jerked as I let my orgasm overtake my body, moaning softly as I began exploding in his ass. Once I stopped shaking and quivering, I collapsed on top of him. We lay like that for a few seconds until he said, smiling, his big green eyes wide. "Now, THAT was the best sex I’ve ever had, and the best night of my life!" I let out a laugh and brought my lips over his. We kissed for a moment until I gently pulled out of him. I cuddled up to him and he held me against his chest. "You okay, I didn’t hurt you?" "Absolutely not! I had you exactly where I wanted you. Damn, this is getting better and better! You’re incredible, I love you so much." I smiled, "I love you too," I said in a low whisper. He took a deep breath, "D'you know how much that means to me?" "I do, and I mean it." ---- The next morning, I woke up before him and just watched him sleep for a bit. He looked so handsome. His dark hair was dishevelled, his lips were full, his skin was smooth and golden, his arms were strong, his black eyelashes looked perfect and I could just imagine how much his eyes, his beautiful eyes burned for me. Again, I was astonished at how attracted I was to him. I was gonna have to admit to myself that I really wasn't as straight as I thought I was. I thought about how much I had wanted to fuck him and how much I had loved it. I got hard. I wanted to touch him but he was sleeping so peacefully that I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to shower. When I came back into the room, I was only wearing my boxer briefs and using a towel to finish drying myself. He was awake, lying on his stomach. He smiled at me, "Hey gorgeous." "Hey," I said. "Am I still in a perfect parallel universe?" he joked. I smiled, "Still." I sat on the bed and he sat up behind me and kissed my shoulders as he wrapped his arm around my stomach. "Last night was wonderful." I turned my head and he placed a soft kiss on my lips. "You know," he added, "I didn’t do that with Charlie. I wanted to and I almost did, but now, I’m so glad I didn’t." I smiled. I didn’t know what to tell him but I felt good knowing I was the only guy who had fucked him. "You know, I’ve got news for you!" he announced. "You’re not straight!" he exclaimed with a laugh, teasing me. "Shut up!" I laughed and shook my head. I wasn't ready to get into that with him. "But I’ll let you pretend all you want," he added playfully. I sighed. "Rachel left me a message. I’m gonna have to see her today." "Why? Do you really have to go?" "Well, yeah, cause I’m not gonna see her for a while." I smiled. "How come?" "We have our exams next week and then she’s leaving on Saturday with her parents for over a month. She’ll be back at the beginning of August." "Awesome!" he grinned. I laughed. "So I can’t exactly say no to seeing her today. I’m gonna have lunch with her and… I don’t know…" "Alright, I’ll call the guys, see what they’re up to… Maybe you can join us later." "Maybe. Damon or Dylan should be going back to the club." I got ready and left. I spent the whole day with her, talking about the gig, about our music and the record deal, about our exams, about her leaving on holiday, about her friends... I really did enjoy her company and we always had something to talk about. She was a great girl and I really didn’t want to hurt her. We ended up having sex. It was nice and comfortable, but nowhere close to the passionate sex that had occurred the previous night with Rob. And I just wanted to get back to him.
<div id="readability-content"><h1>U-N-I Chapter 3</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> <p><span>The following story is entirely a work of fiction. The characters are not based on any particular celebrity but the story is about fictional characters, who are celebrities in the story. The music used in this story will be music by the band Coldplay.</span></p><p><span>Here is the reworked version of chapter 3</span></p><p><span>Let me know what you think of the story at </span><span><a href="mailto:[email protected]">[email protected]</a></span></p><p><span>and check out my tumblr blog at</span><span><a href="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://u-n-i-live.tumblr.com/&amp;sa=D&amp;ust=1564930062704000">&nbsp;https://u-n-i-live.tumblr.com/</a></span></p><p><span>---------------------------</span></p><p><span>We could have gone on playing for hours but after a couple more songs, we had to end the gig.</span></p><p><span>“Ok, guys,” Rob began saying to the people in the audience, “this is the last song that you requested. Thank you so much for being here. We’ve had the best time, and we hope you’ve enjoyed yourselves as much as we have.”</span></p><p><span>We played a U2 cover that everyone sang along to, giving us goosebumps, and then, we went into the pit to meet our growing fan base and engage with them. Everyone was super excited to be talking to us and for a long moment, we were surrounded by fans, which of course, was a real buzz. We signed a few autographs, shook hands with the boys, hugged the girls and took pictures with them.</span></p><p><span>Being the singer and frontman, Rob was, as always, getting the most female attention. He was literally surrounded by a bunch of giggling girls who wanted to touch him, hug him and even kiss him. He’d always seem to enjoy it but for the first time, I really focused all my attention on how he interacted with them. He was nothing but sweet but unlike Jordan and Damon who were single and looked pretty determined to make the most of their evening, Rob wasn’t acting flirtatiously. He was being nice and respectful but he clearly wasn’t trying to get some.</span></p><p><span>Jordan had been the first one to actually notice this. The past couple of months, he had joked about it several times, telling us that he suspected Rob to be - to quote him - more into dick than pussy. We would always laugh about it and he hadn’t really said anything in front of Rob, not in a serious way anyway.</span></p><p><span>After interacting with the fans for a long moment, I went back up onto the stage to unplug our instruments. Shortly after, the music began playing and the pit became a dance floor again.</span></p><p><span>For a few seconds I looked for Rob, unsurprisingly, when I spotted him, he was talking with a bloke and clearly they were into each other. It was the first time I actually noticed Rob being flirtatious with a guy and it was a bit unsettling. I’m sure it had happened plenty of times before but, unlike Jordan, I just hadn’t seen it. The bloke had his hand on Rob’s lower back, he was leaning close to him and talking into his ear flirtatiously. Rob obviously knew him. I didn’t. They were both being subtle, but now that I knew, there was no doubt in my mind that he was gay and that Rob had probably had sex with him before.</span></p><p><span>Watching them, a wave of emotion came over me and completely destabilized me. I didn't want him to fuck around with anyone in that club. I wanted us to go back to his place and continue what we had started, and I fucking hoped he did too.</span></p><p><span>I wasn't sure how to make that happen though. I was supposed to take Rachel home and stay over at her place and I knew that if I did that, I’d have to have sex with her. For the first time, I wasn't looking forward to it. All I could think about was how to find an excuse, any excuse to go home with Rob instead of her, but at the same time, I felt really bad for wanting to do this. I couldn't help thinking that it was a pretty shitty thing to do to her and I seriously wondered what I was getting myself into.</span></p><p><span>I was about to join Rob on the dancefloor when I heard Dylan call my name.</span></p><p><span>"Mark," he said as I was zipping up my guitar case. "You’re not gonna believe this. I was just at the bar, and someone working from BMG started chatting to me!"</span></p><p><span>I stood up in a flash, realizing right away what it meant. "For real?" I asked, dumbfounded.</span></p><p><span>"Yeah. Said he wants to talk with us backstage," he answered, with excitement in his voice, his hands reaching behind his neck and his lips forming a broad smile.</span></p><p><span>"Holy fuck, man !” I said, grabbing his arm, obviously thrilled. “This is happening!"</span></p><p><span>"It is, isn’t it!" he exclaimed, still smiling broadly.</span></p><p><span>"Where is he now? What’d he say to you exactly?" I asked him, talking a lot faster than usual.</span></p><p><span>"He’s still at the bar," he replied as he spun around and looked across the dancefloor.</span></p><p><span>"What do we do?" I asked, a bit freaked out.</span></p><p><span>"I dunno,” he responded, anxiety in his voice, “but we’ve gotta stay cool. Come with me, I’ll introduce you!"</span></p><p><span>We walked over to the bar and he introduced himself to me.</span></p><p><span>"Hello, Scott Darcy, I'm part of the A&amp;R team at BMG," he said as he extended his hand.</span></p><p><span>"Mark, Mark Emery," I answered, shaking his hand.</span></p><p><span>"That was a great performance you’ve just delivered!" he said to me. "Would you two mind getting your bandmates, so we can have a chat backstage?"</span></p><p><span>"Yeah, of course," I told him.</span></p><p><span>They were all dancing with a few admirers. We gathered them together to tell them that a guy from a record company wanted to talk to us. They reacted as enthusiastically as I did and we all went backstage to our dressing room. The guy briefly introduced himself again and shook hands with Rob, Jordan and Dylan.</span></p><p><span>“Did you come here to hear us play?” Damon asked.</span></p><p><span>“Sort of. I’m in Dublin for a few days,” he said with a nod. “I'd heard of this new Irish band making a buzz on the internet that was playing tonight, so I got curious. Glad I did," he smiled. “you boys owned the stage. Were those your songs? Have you written them yourselves?" he asked as we all sat down.</span></p><p><span>"Yeah, we have," Jordan told him proudly.</span></p><p><span>"Well, I gotta admit, I’m quite impressed with the quality of your playing. How old are you?" he asked all of us.</span></p><p><span>"We’re all eighteen," Dylan answered.</span></p><p><span>He just nodded and sort of stared at us for a moment.</span></p><p><span>"Damn!” he exclaimed loudly, “I fucking love when this happens! You," he said intensely, pointing his finger toward Rob, "you have something that I haven’t seen in a young artiste in a while. There’s something about you that draws people’s attention. You’re very charismatic. You have star quality young man, a pretty darn good voice and stage presence, let me tell you."</span></p><p><span>We all looked at Rob with raised eyebrows. I could tell that he was pleased to hear this. It what was probably one of the nicest compliments he had ever received.</span></p><p><span>"That’s a great advantage you've got here. You need someone like that in a band. And from what I’ve seen, you're all doing on quite well with your instruments. Despite your young age I was staggered during your performance, no mistakes, so much energy, passion, professionalism too…."</span></p><p><span>"Thanks," was all we could utter.</span></p><p><span>"You seem to have attracted quite a fan base already. I mean, you've sold out a venue tonight and the media don’t even know you."</span></p><p><span>Yeah, we had, and we couldn’t quite believe it ourselves.</span></p><p><span>“I’m so intrigued by the five of you," he said, still staring.</span></p><p><span>We didn’t know how to respond. Thankfully, he asked us,</span></p><p><span>"What do you boys expect from this band you’ve formed? What motivates you?"</span></p><p><span>We looked at each other. Damon was the first one to answer,</span></p><p><span>"We just want to have fun, play music together, we just love it. I mean, we’d love to take it further but right now, we just enjoy playing together whenever we can. Tonight's actually the first time we performed in a place where people had to pay to see us play. We’ve only played in pubs before."</span></p><p><span>Rob added,</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Yeah, tonight, we thought it'd only be people coming to the club, to like dance, but as it turned out they were coming for us, " he said, amazed.</span></p><p><span>"They were!" he confirmed with a nod. "How long've you been playing together?"</span></p><p><span>Damon continued,</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"We live on the same street, we go to the same school, we’ve been friends forever. We started playing when we were…," he looked at us, "thirteen, fourteen?"</span></p><p><span>We all nodded, it was around that age.</span></p><p><span>“That’s astonishing! That you’ve got to this point already. Who writes the songs?"</span></p><p><span>They all turned to me.</span></p><p><span>"You?" he asked me.</span></p><p><span>I chuckled,</span></p><p><span>"Well, I don’t do it all by myself … but yeah, I guess I write with most of the melodies," I said self-consciously.</span></p><p><span>"That song you played near the end, "</span><span>Politik</span><span>", was it?" he asked. "It’s an amazing tune, from start to finish. Absolutely brilliant! That should be released as a single, if you want my opinion. Did you write that song as well?" he asked me.</span></p><p><span>"He did," Jordan answered for me, punching my arm. "he pretty much writes all the songs. We just try to keep up with him."</span></p><p><span>"Astonishing!" he reapeated. "I can recognize talent when I see it and you all have a lot of it. You’re gonna go far," he stated with confidence. "A great song writer, a great front man, great musicians, a growing fan base… you’ve got everything. You’ve got everything you need to sign a record deal."</span></p><p><span>We all looked at each other, totally thrilled.</span></p><p><span>"You wanna sign us?" Jordan asked, with the biggest grin on his face.</span></p><p><span>Rob and I were sitting next to each other. He turned to me and whispered, "Have I been living in some kind of parallel universe since yesterday where all of my dreams come true?"</span></p><p><span>I laughed and pushed him playfully with my shoulder. I shook my head no,</span></p><p><span>"It’s real, all real!" I confirmed with a smile, he grinned at me and shook his head in amazement.</span></p><p><span>"Well, that’s definitely something that ought to be considered." he answered Jordan.</span></p><p><span>He then asked us plenty of music-related questions. What type of music we were into, how many songs we’d written, how many gigs we’d played… We were very enthusiastic and he seemed to enjoy that. If anyone started talking to us about music, it was almost impossible to stop us. The atmosphere in the room was relaxed. We chatted with him for a long time until he clasped his hand together and announced,</span></p><p><span>“Right lads, let’s get serious. You realise we don’t invest hundreds of thousands of pounds in a group, no matter how talented they may be just after seeing them live once. I, but more specifically the people who might consider investing in you, need to know you better. We need to hear demos of your songs. We need to see if it’s good enough to be marketed to a targeted audience. We want to know what motivates you, how hungry you are to make it, how well you get along. We don’t want to invest money in a group that is going to give up after a few months because they can’t stand each other anymore or because they get so big-headed right from the start that they start to live it up all the time and completely forget what their goals were in the first place. If you wanna make it, you need to throw yourselves one hundred percent into everything that you do. You need to work hard, it’s a tough industry. It’s not about just having fun. It requires commitment and dedication, because as soon as you stop working, it’s over, someone else takes your place. Is this clear in your minds? Are you ready for this? Are you all ready to give up a normal adolescence and going to college, or living every man’s life for this band? Do you think it’s worth it? Because if you do make it, your lives can change dramatically and you will have to deal with it."</span></p><p><span>We all looked at each other. He sure had done a good job of describing the harsh reality but of course we still wanted it. I knew I did, I had faith in us.</span></p><p><span>"I’m even more ready than I was before I stepped into this room," Dylan said and we all agreed.</span></p><p><span>He seemed happy with that answer.</span></p><p><span>"Alright then! Well, here’s my card," he said as he handed it to Rob.</span></p><p><span>"Can you tell me at what number I can reach you?"</span></p><p><span>"Sure," Rob answered and gave him a phone number.</span></p><p><span>"Alright. I’ll call you so we can meet again. We have an office here in Dublin. Please, make a demo of these songs," he begged.</span></p><p><span>We stood up as he added, "Well, if you don’t have any questions, I’ll let you get back to the dancefloor."</span></p><p><span>We thanked him, chatted some more and he left. We all were extremely silent after he'd closed the door behind him.</span></p><p><span>Dylan spoke first,</span></p><p><span>"This guy so wants to sign us," he giggled happily. "I didn’t know what to expect but that was beyond anything I'd hoped."</span></p><p><span>"I know! Fucking hell, this is huge, isn’t it?’’ Rob asked, "I mean this is it! If we record the songs and keep performing live like we did tonight, they’re gonna sign us. Did you hear him? He wouldn’t have told us all that if he didn’t hope to do something with us."</span></p><p><span>"We’re gonna be famous!" Jordan screamed and we all laughed and cheered, genuinely thrilled.</span></p><p><span>When we went back to the dancefloor, Rachel grasped my arm as soon as she saw me. I was about to tell her about our conversation backstage but she spoke before I could. She was cheerful, obviously a bit buzzed.</span></p><p><span>“Hon,” she said to me, almost laughing, “Lizzie’s completely wasted. I’ve never seen her like this. She puked all over the loo.”</span></p><p><span>“Lizzie?” I asked, surprised. She was Rachel’s best friend and she was a pretty well-behaved girl.</span></p><p><span>“Yes,” she nodded, her blue eyes still laughing a little.</span></p><p><span>“Shut up!”</span></p><p><span>“I don’t know what to do.”</span></p><p><span>“Shit,” I said with a laugh, fnding this pretty funny.</span></p><p><span>“She’s feeling better now that she's puked, but I can't let her go home like this. Her mum’s gonna freak if she sees that she’s been drinking.”</span></p><p><span>All of a sudden, Jordan came up behind her, wrapped his arms around her shoulders and said loudly, “can you believe this? We’re gonna be famous,” he yelled into her ear.</span></p><p><span>“What?” she exclaimed happily, trying to turn her head to look at him in the eye. “You are?”</span></p><p><span>“I haven’t told her yet,” I said to Jordan and then spoke to Rachel, “we've talked with a guy who works at BMG!”</span></p><p><span>She opened her mouth and gasped. Then she smiled broadly at me and then at Jordan, and back at me,</span></p><p><span>“Oh my god! OH MY GOD!” she screamed.</span></p><p><span>She literally jumped into my arms. She was so happy, she almost had tears in her eyes and her cheerfulness was infectious.</span></p><p><span>“Oh my god, you guys are serious?” she asked again.</span></p><p><span>" Pretty brilliant, isn't it? But who knows what's gonna happen? I said, hugging her.</span></p><p><span>"You know what's gonna happen! You're gonna get signed, how could you not?" she said and kissed my cheek.</span></p><p><span>I was about to respond but a friend of hers appeared and interrupted us.</span></p><p><span>“Oh shit, Lizzie!” Rachel said. “How’s she doing?” she asked her friend.</span></p><p><span>“I think we should go,” she answered, “and take her home.”</span></p><p><span>“We can’t do that. Her mum can’t know she’s been drinking.”</span></p><p><span>They continued talking about what to do about Lizzie and I very much liked where the conversation was going. They decided that they’d all sleep over at Rachel’s house … which meant that I couldn’t.</span></p><p><span>“We can see each other tomorrow, right?” she asked, feeling bad for dumping me on such an eventful night. She probably thought I wanted to end the night with sex… and I did…</span></p><p><span>I tried not to let it show but I was thrilled. It meant that Rob and I could be alone, I hoped so anyway.</span></p><p><span>I hung around with Rachel and her friends until she left the club with them.</span></p><p><span>"Are you sure you're gonna be alright?" I asked her.</span></p><p><span>"Yes, don't worry. We can't wait until you guys are ready to leave. We'll be fine. I just hope she doesn't puke again on the bus," she said with a laugh.</span></p><p><span>"Alright, text me when you get home," I insisted.</span></p><p><span>"Sure, I'll see you tomorrow," she said and gave me a quick kiss before leaving.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;Then, I joined Rob, Damon and Dylan who had started tidying up.</span></p><p><span>As I climbed onto the stage, Damon looked at his drum kit and passed his hands over his face. &nbsp;"I can’t believe we have to take everything back tonight."</span></p><p><span>I shrugged,</span></p><p><span>"Do we? The owner didn't seem to mind if we came back tomorrow."</span></p><p><span>"Yeah? D'you reckon?" he asked, hopeful.</span></p><p><span>I nodded and then asked,</span></p><p><span>"Where's Jordan?"</span></p><p><span>"Useless. He’s snogging a girl," Damon informed us.</span></p><p><span>Rob laughed and leaned closer to me,</span></p><p><span>“Yeah, he wanted me to do that with him and her apparently, very hot friend.”</span></p><p><span>“And you said no to this?” I whispered jokingly, so Damon and Dylan wouldn't hear.</span></p><p><span>He chuckled and I couldn't help but ask,</span></p><p><span>“Who’s the bloke who keeps following you around?”</span></p><p><span>“Nobody," he answered.</span></p><p><span>"Did you have plans with him?” I asked.</span></p><p><span>He looked at the dancefloor, as if he was looking to see if he was still here.</span></p><p><span>“I did,” he admitted, “I don’t anymore,” he added immediately.</span></p><p><span>I smiled at him,</span></p><p><span>“Lizzie got shitfaced. She’s gonna stay at Rachel’s.”</span></p><p><span>He raised his eyebrows inquisitively,</span></p><p><span>"So, does that mean that you aren't?</span></p><p><span>I just smiled naughtily. He smiled back, clearly thinking about all the possibilities this new information offered.</span></p><p><span>“Fuck,” he huffed. “there's no way I'm gonna tidy this shit up now. Let's just go."</span></p><p><span>I couldn't agree more. Just the thought of spending the whole night with him made my heart skip a beat. I still couldn't think of the consequences. I knew I was behaving like a complete asshole by cheating on Rachel, but for some reason, the fact that I wasn't cheating on her with another girl made it less bad, as if it didn’t matter as much. It did… but I didn't want to admit it to myself.</span></p><p><span>“Fuck it,” he huffed. “Where's Connor." He asked me. "I'll tell him we'll meet him back here tomorrow to get the gear into his van."</span></p><p><span>"Must be at the bar," I answered. "I'll tell Dylan. We'll sort a time to get in with the venue."</span></p><p><span>He nodded and we looked at each other intensely. He smiled and brushed his hand against mine. Then he gave me a friendly hug that only lasted a couple of seconds.</span></p><p><span>"I can't fucking wait to be alone with you," he whispered before walking away to find Connor, who was Dylan's brother.</span></p><p><span>Just the thought of spending the whole night with him made my heart skip a beat. I still couldn't think of the consequences. I knew I was behaving like a complete asshole by cheating on Rachel, but for some reason, the fact that I wasn't cheating on her with another girl made it less bad, as if it didn’t matter as much. It did… but I didn't want to admit it to myself.</span></p><p><span>Once everything was arranged, Damon insisted on driving all of us back home, which didn't happen for another hour. The drive home was pretty fast and uneventful, we just talked about the gig and made a few bad jokes.</span></p><p><span>When we finally got to Rob's place, it was after 4am. His parents had their bedroom downstairs so we tried to make as little noise as possible when we came in. We immediately kicked off our shoes and climbed quietly upstairs.</span></p><p><span>Before we even reached his bedroom, he grabbed my hand and pulled me toward him, taking me to the bathroom. Once inside, he gently closed the door and we looked at each other, realizing we were now alone together and we could do whatever we wanted. Although one of us had to make the first move. I knew he probably would have liked it to be me but as much as I wanted to have sex with him again, I wasn't quite bold enough to go for it or tell him straightforwardly.</span></p><p><span>He gripped my shirt, and again, pulled me closer to him. When my face was an inch away from his, he whispered,</span></p><p><span>"Is it ok if I kiss you now?"</span></p><p><span>I didn't say anything but I must have nodded as I stared into his eyes. He clutched my shirt a bit tighter. For a couple of seconds, I felt his breath on my lips. He licked and bit his lower lip.</span></p><p><span>Fuck," I breathed before he pressed his lips against mine and his tongue went right inside my mouth.</span></p><p><span>The intensity was still very much there. It felt even stronger - because this time, I wanted him just as bad as he wanted me. Before I knew it, we were making out and there was no stopping us. Kissing him was just as exhilarating as earlier in the day, if not more.</span></p><p><span>I ran my hand roughly through his hair and drew him close to me. He did the same and we began to spin a little as we kissed, moaning a little with each breath.</span></p><p><span>He unzipped my sweat-shirt and we stopped kissing to take all of our clothes off.</span></p><p><span>Then we stepped into the shower. He turned the water on and then his lips slammed against mine again. He rubbed the back of my neck as he kissed me. We didn't speak as he ran his hands along my bare body.</span></p><p><span>I explored him too; his chest, his arms, his dick, which was as hard as it could be.</span></p><p><span>Not breaking our lip lock, he reached for the shower gel that was on a built-in shelf. He poured some onto his hand and soaped up my body. I watched the water dripping down his smooth shoulders and when I looked down I could see the water running off of his cock.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;I soaped him up as well, running one of my hands up his back while the other one rubbed his tight chest. </span></p><p><span>He looked down at our cocks, hard as a rock, then look up at me with a sly grin before he rubbed them together, took them both in one hand and started jerking us off. I swear, I was so tuned on by what was happening that I could have cum just from doing that.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;He kissed me again, his hand still massaging our hard-ons.</span></p><p><span>"Careful, you're gonna make me cum," I told him, breaking the silence.</span></p><p><span>He smiled and told me to turn around so that he could soap up my back. &nbsp;I did as requested and soon felt him massaging the soap into my shoulders. It didn't last long. He quickly moved lower until his hands were at the small of my back. &nbsp;</span></p><p><span>I felt his lips start kissing my shoulders and I closed my eyes to fully enjoy the feeling. His hands went lower, until they were soaping up my ass. I couldn't believe how much I loved the feeling of his hands rubbing my smooth, ass cheeks, something no girl had ever done.</span></p><p><span>Combined with the feeling of his lips descending further down my spine, I was overwhelmed with lust. He was soon kissing the small of my back, grabbing the back of my thighs. &nbsp;I looked down to see my own cock staring back at me. I was so fucking horny. I wanted to start stroking myself again, but felt momentarily paralyzed by the pleasure.</span></p><p><span>I felt his lips kissing my bottom, and then felt his hands slowly separating my cheeks. He was going for my ass again and I didn't want to stop him.</span></p><p><span>I felt something rub up against my smooth hole, but it was soon replaced with his tongue. &nbsp;I immediately sighed and slumped forward, holding myself up against the wall as he began probing my ass with his tongue.</span></p><p><span>He obvioulsy loved doing this and I thought that I would soon have to try doing the same to him. I fucking wanted to.</span></p><p><span>I felt his tongue wiping around my anus, then slowly pushing itself inside. I thought I could hear moaning, and told myself to stay quiet. Once he had gotten his tongue in he started wiggling it from side to side and I pushed back from the wall, hoping to get him to push it further inside. &nbsp;The pleasure was intense and I had to reach down with one hand and start pulling on my dick and I felt him grasp my balls in his hand and he started rolling them around. &nbsp;</span></p><p><span>"Oh fuck, Rob," I moaned as he started slightly tugging on my balls. &nbsp;</span></p><p><span>Eventually his tongue left my hole and traveled up the crack of my ass back to the small of my back. &nbsp;I didn't want him to stop but was also eager to see what might be next. &nbsp;</span></p><p><span>His hand moved to my dick and he continued kissing my back, slowly standing up until he was kissing my neck and biting my earlobe.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Do you like that?" he whispered.</span></p><p><span>"Yes," I panted, as he stroked my cock. &nbsp;</span></p><p><span>"Good," he said.</span></p><p><span>I turned my head around and said, "Can I do that to you?"</span></p><p><span>He looked mildly surprised but soon nodded. "Sure." </span></p><p><span>We stepped out of the shower, dried off our bodies and went into his room.</span></p><p><span>He plopped on the bed and I watched his naked body and his cock smack his tight skin as he exclaimed,</span></p><p><span>"I think tonight might just be the best night of my life!"</span></p><p><span>"Really, I thought yesterday was," I joked.</span></p><p><span>"It was pretty great too," he answered.</span></p><p><span>I crawled on top of him, which surprised him a little. We gazed into each other's eyes. He placed his hand on the sides of my face and his expression got more serious as he pulled me into him to kiss me again.</span></p><p><span>"This must be too good to be true," he said.</span></p><p><span>"It’s not, it's really not," I whispered and continued kissing him. I loved the gentle pressure of his lips on mine. He kissed me with a hunger and intensity that I had never experienced with anyone else, and all I could think about was that I wanted more. I could feel my whole body respond to him. He kept unlocking urges I didn't even know I had.</span></p><p><span>He held me tight and rubbed his body against mine. Our hands began roaming all over and I buried my face in the crook of his neck, smelling him, discovering how much his scent was turning me on.</span></p><p><span>Then I my lips began kissing his shoulders as I caressed his chest and pinched his nipples between my fingers.</span></p><p><span>For a second, I watched him. He looked gorgeous and I found myself wondering why I fancied him so much. I couldn't stop watching his strong chest and arms, his abs and I wanted him bad. I couldn’t believe how much my feelings for him had grown in such a short amount of time. But I couldn’t fight it.</span></p><p><span>I didn’t know what part of his body to go for so I just pushed my face in his chest and licked, kissed and nibbled at everything my lips came in contact with. I sucked on his nipples and my tongue traveled all around his six-pack, loving how hard it felt.</span></p><p><span>His cock was leaking like a faucet so I wrapped my lips around his shaft and licked greedily all the precum that was easing out. I soaked his pole with my saliva before engulfing it in my mouth.</span></p><p><span>As I listened to his moans, my own cock was throbbing and I jerked myself, getting hornier and hornier as I kept sucking him up and down for a moment.</span></p><p><span>Then, I concentrated on the head and its sensitive area until I felt that I needed more. I took my mouth off of his cock and licked my way up his chest. I stopped to tease one of his nipples but as much as he seemed to enjoy it, it didn't last long. My cock was throbbing and begging for some action. I needed more of him, so much more.</span></p><p><span>When I reached his face, I kissed his cheek and moved my mouth up to his ear. I licked his earlobe sensually and I couldn’t help but whisper passionately,</span></p><p><span>"I wanna fuck you so bad!"</span></p><p><span>I really did. I wanted to know how it would feel to be inside of him and I was pretty sure that he was up for that. I was used to fucking a girl but I had to admit that fucking a guy in the ass, especially him, was a huge turn on. I was practically squirming at the idea of having my cock inside his ass.</span></p><p><span>Again, the thought crossed my mind that this had to be more than just sexual curiosity. I knew I was &nbsp;starting to realize that I was bi, possibly even gay but at that moment, I couldn't question my sexuality more than I already had in the last twenty fous hours.</span></p><p><span>I briefly looked into his eyes to see his reaction, and he looked right back at me with a passion I had not yet seen in his eyes.</span></p><p><span>"I wanna be inside of you," I said again.</span></p><p><span>He moaned,</span></p><p><span>"Oh fuck yeah!" and kissed me with ferocity, "do it!"</span></p><p><span>"Turn around," I urged him.</span></p><p><span>He did and I lowered myself down on the bed and took his ass cheeks in my hands, massaging them and pulling them apart, exposing his hole. I was so excited. I wanted to do to him what he had done to me and I slowly started licking his crack up and down, giving it a tongue bath, making him whimper with desire.</span></p><p><span>He buried his face into his pillow and moaned. He raised one of his legs on the side to let me access his hole more easily and I teased him with my tongue again, not pushing it in, just gently licking around, driving him crazy.</span></p><p><span>"Ohhh, yes!" he moaned, several times.</span></p><p><span>I continued rimming him, applying more and more pressure on his hole. With one firm push, my tongue pushed its way inside and entered his ass and he cried softly and moaned so hard at the intense pleasure of feeling my tongue inside him that you'd think he had cum.</span></p><p><span>I now knew how good this felt and giving him that pleasure was a huge turn on.</span></p><p><span>I slowly began pushing my tongue in deeper and then pulling it out, gently fucking and he went wild, grabbing the sheets.</span></p><p><span>"Oh yeah, feels so amazing, don't stop," he encouraged me.</span></p><p><span>I then wet my thumb and applied pressure until it popped into him. He groaned, enjoying the feeling, completely surrendering to me. I opened him up with my thumb, sliding it in and out and I couldn’t wait to feel my length inside him.</span></p><p><span>"There’s lube in the drawer," he said, breathing hard.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;I kissed his lower back and stood up to get the lube. I then poured the lube into my hands and started working into his hole. He groaned as my fingers penetrated him. &nbsp;I used two and worked them both all around the inside of his ass. I slid them in and out, feeling his warmth, until I felt he was ready, which he confirmed, </span></p><p><span>“I want you Mark, do it!” he urgently told me.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;I withdrew my fingers and started lubing up my pole before getting into position. I couldn't wait to enter him, my cock was hard as a rock. He raised his ass a little and I guided the head of my cock in with my hand. He gasped and his hole immediately resisted so I stopped for a second, letting him get used to me. I pushed again and my cock began sliding into him so slowly, opening him up and it felt exquisite. </span></p><p><span>"Oh God," I panted. "Oh, you feel so good," I could not believe what I was doing but I was enjoying every second of it. His ass was so tight and warm that it could have sent me over the edge quite quickly, but I wanted this to be good for him.</span></p><p><span>"Oh fuck," he sighed and remembered to breathe when he felt my pubes on his ass.</span></p><p><span>I didn’t move and he started to really get used to me, enjoying the feeling more and more. He turned around and smiled and I leaned down to kiss his lips.</span></p><p><span>"Oh god, you're so tight," I told him as I wrapped my arm around his stomach, the other around his shoulders and I started moving, holding him tight. I grabbed his pec and twisted his nipple, maybe to send of the pain in another direction.</span></p><p><span>He moaned sensually as I started fucking him gently, withdrawing a few inches and pushing back in. I wasn't sure if it was pain or pleasure, it seemed to be a mixture of both. I started a rhythm and he shuddered almost violently when my cock poked against his prostate.</span></p><p><span>I must have managed to scrape his prostate again because the same incredible sensation overwhelmed him,</span></p><p><span>“Oh yeah, fuck me,” he almost whined, as I held him tight against me.</span></p><p><span>“Ohhh, fuck Rob,” I moaned, the sounds he was making were turning me on so bad, I wasn't sure how long I would be able to fuck him.</span></p><p><span>His ass gently massaged my cock. He felt so amazing. The pleasure was intense for the both of us. I was moaning sensually and he kept whining but I knew it was more pleasurable than painful for him.</span></p><p><span>After a moment, feeling I needed to give my cock some time to calm down, I pulled out of him and made him turn around. He lay on his back and as I watched his cock, still hard and ready to explode. I felt the need to take it into my mouth again. I sucked on the head, teasing him and he moaned, moving his hips a little to fuck my face.</span></p><p><span>When I stopped, I raised his legs and positioned my cock at his entrance again. I pushed myself easily deep into his ass again, looking into his eyes. As he looked back into mine, he shuddered and grabbed the back of my neck to pull me for a sensuous kiss.</span></p><p><span>"Your ass feels so amazing," I moaned in his mouth.</span></p><p><span>"Oh god, Mark," he moaned, "you feel so fucking good, I love it!"</span></p><p><span>I kissed him deeply as he held me tight against him to increase the pleasure. I felt like he wanted to feel me against him as much as he possibly could.</span></p><p><span>My rhythm picked up and after a few minutes, I began to lose control. I was still gentle but there was an insistence to my thrusts now. I grabbed his legs, placed my hands under his knees and pistoned in and out of him, losing myself in the love making as my orgasm started to build up. I began breathing fast and gave him full, regular strokes. He kept roaming his hand up and down my back. &nbsp;For a moment, I nuzzled my face in the crook of his neck. When I raised my head, he held my face in-between his hands and we kissed urgently.</span></p><p><span>My cock assaulted his prostate mercilessly and from the erratic sounds he was making, I knew he was going cum before me, or maybe at the same time as me. I closed my eyes and thrust deeper and harder into him as I listened to his moans.</span></p><p><span>"Ohh yeah, fuck me, ohh God," he moaned, "ohhh, I’m gonna cum, ahhh," he let out a stifled cry.</span></p><p><span>I quickly reached for his cock and his asshole tightened. He groaned with a look of pure bliss on his face and the cum started flying out of his cock and landed all over his chest and stomach, as well as my hand. I loved feeling him shake and whimper as he had his orgasm.</span></p><p><span>The intensity of his release was so hot that I felt my balls tightening. The need to unload was strong and I embedded myself into him. My body jerked as I let my orgasm overtake my body, moaning softly as I began exploding in his ass.</span></p><p><span>Once I stopped shaking and quivering, I collapsed on top of him. We lay like that for a few seconds until he said, smiling, his big green eyes wide. "Now, THAT was the best sex I’ve ever had, and the best night of my life!"</span></p><p><span>I let out a laugh and brought my lips over his. We kissed for a moment until I gently pulled out of him.</span></p><p><span>I cuddled up to him and he held me against his chest. "You okay, I didn’t hurt you?"</span></p><p><span>"Absolutely not! I had you exactly where I wanted you. Damn, this is getting better and better! You’re incredible, I love you so much."</span></p><p><span>I smiled, "I love you too," I said in a low whisper.</span></p><p><span>He took a deep breath,</span></p><p><span>"D'you know how much that means to me?"</span></p><p><span>"I do, and I mean it."</span></p><p><span>----</span></p><p><span>The next morning, I woke up before him and just watched him sleep for a bit. He looked so handsome. His dark hair was dishevelled, his lips were full, his skin was smooth and golden, his arms were strong, his black eyelashes looked perfect and I could just imagine how much his eyes, his beautiful eyes burned for me.</span></p><p><span>Again, I was astonished at how attracted I was to him. I was gonna have to admit to myself that I really wasn't as straight as I thought I was. I thought about how much I had wanted to fuck him and how much I had loved it. I got hard. I wanted to touch him but he was sleeping so peacefully that I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to shower.</span></p><p><span>When I came back into the room, I was only wearing my boxer briefs and using a towel to finish drying myself. He was awake, lying on his stomach.</span></p><p><span>He smiled at me,</span></p><p><span>"Hey gorgeous."</span></p><p><span>"Hey," I said.</span></p><p><span>"Am I still in a perfect parallel universe?" he joked.</span></p><p><span>I smiled,</span></p><p><span>"Still."</span></p><p><span>I sat on the bed and he sat up behind me and kissed my shoulders as he wrapped his arm around my stomach.</span></p><p><span>"Last night was wonderful."</span></p><p><span>I turned my head and he placed a soft kiss on my lips.</span></p><p><span>"You know," he added, "I didn’t do that with Charlie. I wanted to and I almost did, but now, I’m so glad I didn’t."</span></p><p><span>I smiled. I didn’t know what to tell him but I felt good knowing I was the only guy who had fucked him.</span></p><p><span>"You know, I’ve got news for you!" he announced. "You’re not straight!" he exclaimed with a laugh, teasing me.</span></p><p><span>"Shut up!" I laughed and shook my head. I wasn't ready to get into that with him.</span></p><p><span>"But I’ll let you pretend all you want," he added playfully.</span></p><p><span>I sighed. "Rachel left me a message. I’m gonna have to see her today."</span></p><p><span>"Why? Do you really have to go?"</span></p><p><span>"Well, yeah, cause I’m not gonna see her for a while." I smiled.</span></p><p><span>"How come?"</span></p><p><span>"We have our exams next week and then she’s leaving on Saturday with her parents for over a month. She’ll be back at the beginning of August."</span></p><p><span>"Awesome!" he grinned.</span></p><p><span>I laughed. "So I can’t exactly say no to seeing her today. I’m gonna have lunch with her and… I don’t know…"</span></p><p><span>"Alright, I’ll call the guys, see what they’re up to… Maybe you can join us later."</span></p><p><span>"Maybe. Damon or Dylan should be going back to the club."</span></p><p><span>I got ready and left. I spent the whole day with her, talking about the gig, about our music and the record deal, about our exams, about her leaving on holiday, about her friends... I really did enjoy her company and we always had something to talk about. She was a great girl and I really didn’t want to hurt her.</span></p><p><span>We ended up having sex. It was nice and comfortable, but nowhere close to the passionate sex that had occurred the previous night with Rob. And I just wanted to get back to him.</span></p> </div></div>
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U-N-I Chapter 2 The following story is entirely a work of fiction. The characters are not based on any particular celebrity but the story is about fictional characters, who are celebrities in the story. The music used in this story will be music by the band Coldplay. Here is the reworked version of chapter 2 Let me know what you think of the story at [email protected] and check out my tumblr blog at https://u-n-i-live.tumblr.com/ ---------------------- When I woke up, I was alone in bed. The previous night’s events came flashing back into my mind almost immediately. ‘Shit, what the fuck had happened,’ I thought anxiously. I smiled to myself as I grabbed Rob’s pillow and buried my face into it. I smelled his scent on the pillow case. It was soothing and kind of hot too. I remembered how good it had felt to kiss him….to let my horniness take over and to finally have sex with him. I still felt good about it and I wasn’t even trying to deny the fact that I had loved what we’d done. Yet, I was having trouble wrapping my head around the fact that I had actually had sex with him. Had it really happened? It also felt incredibly satisfying to know that I had been right… he was indeed gay and he did have feelings for me. I wasn’t imagining anything and I loved the thought that if I wanted to have sex with him again… I could. It was both terrifying and very enticing. I lay in bed for a long moment and tried to remember every little detail of our conversation and of what had followed. Since Rob didn’t seem to be coming back into the bedroom, I reluctantly got up and wondered if, maybe, he had sneaked out of bed on purpose. I was feeling a bit groggy so I went to the bathroom to take a leak. Then I stepped into the shower, my mind still fixated on Rob. I could only focus on one thing… the sex… the amazing sex and the fact that he had given me the best orgasm I’d ever had from a blowjob. My dick rose to attention but I barely touched it. The thought of having to face Rob soon without quite knowing what to tell him or how to explain my feelings was beginning to scare the shit out of me. After letting the hot water spray over me for what seemed like an hour, I stepped out and went back into Rob’s room to get dressed. At least half my clothes were in his drawers because I’d spend the night at his place so regularly. I headed down the stairs and found him in the kitchen, having breakfast and reading the latest NME magazine as I had done the previous night. It wouldn’t be far from the truth if I told you that we learned pretty much everything we needed to know about rock in that magazine, back then, we read about the latest groups, without even listening to their music, just trying to follow their career and to immerse ourselves in the rock scene. Reviews in NME were so well written that even if the groups were bad, they managed to make you hear the music, make you vibrate with the lyrics and the message they conveyed. We were so excited about the whole rock scene! We totally loved it because the teenagers that we were could easily identify with the kind of lyrics that they sang. It talked to us because we felt that the changes we were going through in our life were mirrored in this music. This weekly magazine was our getaway, we could totally lose ourselves in there, dreaming about what it could be like to live like them, wanting nothing more but to enter that world ourselves. It was Saturday, and apparently, we were the only two people in the house. "Hey you’re up,” he said as I walked into the kitchen. “Yeah,” I just responded. “How you feeling?" he asked. "Fine. Why didn’t you wake me?" "I don't think you would've appreciated it if I had." I sat down at the table and poured some cereals into a bowl. I wasn't looking at Rob but I could feel that his eyes were on me. I decided to break the silence as I stood up to get some juice. "I can’t wait for tonight," I said, feeling butterflies in my stomach. We were to play in a club in Dublin. We played in Dublin every weekend, mostly on Saturday nights in pubs, so we were used to it. We had been doing that for the past eight months or so, and we had a few dedicated fans already. Our performances were often uploaded on Youtube by some of them and we were receiving a lot of support and great comments. We were starting to get noticed. This gig was a bit different though. It had been scheduled for weeks and we had been rehearsing hard to be ready. It was not going to take place in a small pub as usual, but in a club. "Yeah, me too. I’m a bit apprehensive though. There’s gonna be a lot of people tonight. I’ve been trying to hold back the nerves since I woke up!" "You’ll be great, you always are." I told him sincerely as I sat back down. “Don’t be too nervous, alright, we’ll do fine. We’re ready for this.” He gazed at me with a smile, with those eyes... “Yeah, I can’t wait to try out “Clocks”,” he said. It was a song we had recently written and that we still hadn’t played live. I nodded. “No one will know if we mess it up,” I said with a small laugh. “We’ll know,” he said softly. I shrugged lightly and then I looked at him. He watched me. There was an intensity in his eyes. “Well, at least, it takes my mind off last night," he said confidently and somewhat flirtatiously. I held his gaze and what I saw was hope, and anxiety…. But mainly hope that I’d stop acting as if nothing had happened between us. I felt so nervous about having to talk about it. I didn’t dare mention it yet. I still didn’t want to overanalyze my feelings or to try to understand what was going on with me and what it meant about my sexuality. I hesitated briefly but asked him, "How d’you feel about it?" "Me?” he teased. “What about you?" "I asked you first," I responded with a smirk. He let out a small laugh. "Honestly?... I wanna do it again … and again… and again!" he told me seductively. I smiled, feeling a bit uncomfortable that he was flirting with me, but enjoying it nonetheless. I placed my hand behind the back of my neck and rubbed it as I sighed, "I’m so confused." "I know you are," he said sincerely as my eyes locked onto his. "I know that you don’t even think you’re gay,” he said, “but you did want to have sex with a guy last night…with me… Fuck, even I’m confused." He breathed. "I’m not sure what’s going on in your head right now and what it is you want out of this." I looked down at my bowl of cereals as I said, “Neither do I…” I took a deep breath in and added, “all I know is that…,” my eyes met his again, he looked impatient to hear what I was about to say. “…. I …. I wanted us to… do stuff last night… and I’m not sure why,” I sighed and passed my hands over my face. “ugg, I keep feeling like this around you, and it’s just driving me nuts.” I let out a huff as I tried to explain my feelings to him. “I need to talk about this. And it seems like you’re the only one I can talk to.” He let out a small happy giggle. “I can’t believe this. You wouldn’t believe how many times I’ve wanted to get it on with you." “Fucking hell,” I said with a small chuckle and buried my face into my hands. He laughed. “I didn’t think you’d be interested in like...experimenting…” “I don’t even know what it is I want,” I mumbled in frustration. “How long have you been feeling this way,” he asked cautiously. “Dunno, a few weeks,” I admitted. “Since you began dodging all my questions….” I began saying.. “and just from the way you’ve been acting…” He looked up at me with a smirk. “You’ve been very… let’s say, tactile with me…,” I said. “Ugg,” he smiled awkwardly. “Mark, you’ve been staying over so much lately, it’s fuckin’ hard to not let anything on…” I watched him and he looked at me with a bit of lust that made me feel good and gave me an adrenaline rush. "I can't go out by myself when you need to stay here, besides I wouldn't want to if you're here and I'd never say no to you, ever, but you know sometimes I . . ." I nodded. “So…like… last weekend, when you asked me if I was staying over at Rachel’s after the gig,” again, he didn’t let me finish. “Mark. I didn’t mean… I just needed to spend some time without you…” “Why, where’d you go?” I asked him, curious to know where he was going without me. “I… I went to ‘Euphoria’ last weekend.” “By yourself?” I asked curiously. “Not for long,” he responded suggestively. I lifted my brows with a nod and wondered how many guys he’d been with. Then he spoke, “Look, I’m not gonna lie, I go there all the time,” he explained, “it’s a great club and it’s fucking easy to get in and pick up a guy. I just go to their place.” “So, that’s what you’ve been doing then, when I’m with Rach?” “Well, yeah… if I’m not with you, then, yeah, that’s what I’m doing…,” he said with a light suggestive shrug. “I’d rather be hanging out with you and doing what we did last night, but you know, if you’re gonna be with her…” I didn’t know what to say but I was too curious not to ask. He didn’t speak for a moment so I spoke, “So, how many guys have you been with exactly?” He chuckled. “I dunno, do you expect me to keep count?” I shook my head. “Look, I don’t want to freak you out. But…,” he said hesitantly. “shit,” he let out a huff. “look, it doesn’t matter how many times I’ve tried… I can’t…. I’m not interested in them. I don’t want to be their friend, or their fucking boyfriend… because, well, at the end of the day, you’re really the only one I want to hang out with and I just can never get you out of my head,” he admitted wholeheartedly. “Ok,” I merely said. “I’m not looking for a boyfriend…,” he paused before adding, “unless it’s you.” I took a deep breath and for a second, my eyes left his. I couldn’t believe he was saying all this and I felt overwhelmed. He sensed it and spoke quickly, “Mark, I’m only going out clubbing without you guys ‘cuz, well, you know…,” he said with a chuckle. I let out a laugh. “Yeah…” He laughed too. “I mean, come on, sex is great, I love sex, sex is awesome!” he exclaimed playfully. “But…, fuck,” he breathed out and we looked at each other. I felt the same overwhelming feeling. “What happened with you… it meant so much more to me…’cuz…” he waved his hand softly at me, “it’s you. And I don’t know what it meant to you,” he said hesitantly, “if it was just that, sex, that’s fine, but…,” he sighed and didn’t finish his sentence. He didn’t need to, I had understood the message. After a moment, he spoke more seriously, “Look, if you need to talk, we can talk. I’ll always be here to listen if you need to talk…. Or whatever else it is you wanna do with me,” he smiled. I didn’t respond immediately and I must have looked nervous because he added with a concerned tone of voice, “Mark, I really want you to know that I meant everything I told you last night. I…I,” he muttered. “I do love you,” he confessed sincerely again, “for so many reasons. And yeah, I want us to be more than just friends… but if that’s not what you want, it’s alright. I know I can get over you, as long as I don’t lose you as a friend. You mean the world to me. I know we can accomplish great things together… and with the guys… and I won’t jeopardize that by… I won’t take that risk. I can’t…”, he sighed. “I can’t take the risk to lose your friendship. If you don’t want anything more to happen, then I swear, I’ll back off.” I nodded. “But,” he continued before I had time to say anything. “to be totally honest with you, I’m afraid… I’m afraid it might be harder to get over you if we…. I don’t know if I’ll be able to…" I let out a self-conscious chuckle and then I stared at him, even more confused about my feelings. I didn’t know what to tell him, so for a moment, I just stared down at my bowl of cereals and said nothing as I tried to process everything he’d said. I couldn’t find the right words. I finished my breakfast, lost in my own thoughts. Then, I stood up to put the bowl into the sink and I stayed there. He came up behind me and gently placed his hand on my shoulders. Then he hugged me from behind and I enjoyed feeling his chest pressed against my back. He felt strong and I was loving it. We didn’t move for a moment. "Are you ok? Do you regret what happened?" he asked me. I slowly shook my head no. "I loved it last night. I told you, I wanted it to happen. I’ve wanted it to happen for a while,” I admitted to him. “I just, I don’t understand why I feel like this. I never thought of myself as gay…even before last night I didn’t. But now, I just don’t know.” “I told you, you don’t have to put a name on it, not yet.” I turned around to face him and he let go of me. "I have no idea what’s going on with me.” “It’s ok, you’ll figure it out… what it is you want. I can help you figure it out…,” he said, clearly meaning that doing stuff together would help me sort out my feelings. “Rob. I don’t wanna hurt you." We were silent for a few seconds. As I watched him, I started to feel those urges again. There was something different in his eyes. He looked beautiful to me. I didn’t know what he was doing to me, but the more I was looking at him, the more I was seeing him in a different light. Knowing that he loved me and that he wanted me was changing my whole outlook, as if it suddenly allowed me to acknowledge how attracted I was to him. "I don’t mind getting hurt," he said softly and with confidence. He took my hand in his and rested his chin on my shoulder. We didn’t speak a word. He started kissing my shoulder very lightly through my t-shirt. Then, he raised his head and we looked intensely into each other’s eyes. I moved my head closer to his and he brought his lips to mine. We kissed gently at first. Then, the kiss got longer, unbroken by either of us. I parted my lips and his tongue slid into my mouth. Like the night before, Rob started to take control. He pulled me closer to him, one hand behind my neck, the other on my lower back, and started kissing me more deeply. God, he was so fucking good at that. It felt like he was trying to consume me, like he wanted to melt into me. He kissed my lower lip and sucked on my tongue, and I did the same to him. He kept squeezing me to him and all I wanted to do was to give myself to him as much as I could. All my doubts and questions didn’t matter at all anymore. His kisses were too exhilarating, hot and intense. He pulled back and whispered, "God, I love kissing you. I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to feel like this," he told me. I could only moan. "I love you," he murmured as he kissed my cheek, my response was to press my lips against his again. He kissed me back with a smile but soon pulled away and looked around, "We can’t stay here, let’s go upstairs." I nodded and we quickly ran up the stairs and entered his room. He immediately locked the door behind us and stepped close to me. He placed his arms under mine and brought his hands up to my shoulders and he kissed me full on the lips, which caused my cock to get harder and become uncomfortable in my jeans. We both moaned, wanting each other badly, and he began to nibble at my neck. He let go of my shoulders, put his hands on my hips and they quickly found their way up my back, under my t-shirt and he pulled me toward him. We kept kissing, it was so intense, I could hardly move, we were both breathing hard. He pulled up my t-shirt and I decided to stop letting him be in control. I did the same to him. I placed my hand on his pec and gazed at his tight chest as I let my fingers run down his stomach. Both my hands reached for his jeans. I surprised him a little by pushing him closer to the bed. He sat on the edge while I pushed his jeans down to his ankles and started chewing on his underwear. I knew I was providing just enough stimulation to turn him on like crazy and all he could do was moan. “Oh fuck,” he sighed. He fell onto his back and put his face into his hands as I began rubbing his already very hard member through the fabric of his underwear. I teased him a bit before slowly pulling down his boxers. I gripped his cock gently, teasingly, and I stroked him for the first time. We had never really been in the habit of ‘I’ll show you if you show me’ but I was spending all my time at his place, so of course I had seen him hard before, just not in such a situation. His cock looked a lot like mine, about seven to eight inches, not circumcised, a little bit thicker than mine…and it was beautiful. It wasn’t particularly veiny; his balls were drawn tight to his body and he trimmed his pubes and I couldn’t help but find the sight in front of me just beautiful. I wasn’t sure I wanted to blow him just yet, but I felt ready to try. I began by stroking him with a nice rhythm and kissed his stomach, loving how hard it felt, loving his well-defined abs, loving feeling his hardness against the palm of my hand, and again, wondering why I was this turned on by him, all of him. I continued my journey up, and licked his right nipple, remembering how I had loved it when he had done it to me the previous night. I bathed it with my saliva and pulled on it with my teeth and he squealed with delight. I did the same with the left one. He was moaning, his eyes still closed, one of his hands was in my hair. I felt his dick throb in my hand, and I felt the urge to lower my mouth onto it. I didn’t think twice and did just that. I began licking the head. My tongue played with his piss slit for a second and then I wrapped my lips around it. I rapidly took more of him in my mouth and I was surprised by the softness of his hard member against my tongue. I was enjoying having him in my mouth, so I began taking more of him and slowly bobbing my head up and down, while holding the base. He was so hard that precum dribbled out his slit and as I licked it, I loved the taste of it, I had never tasted my own, and I felt like I was discovering everything about his body. He didn’t move and let me play with him, he could feel that I was enjoying it. He broke the silence though when I took him into my mouth again and engulfed him almost to the base. "Oh man, I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard,” he moaned. I could tell he was really trying not to shoot at this point as he had a look of pure concentration on his face. “Oh please, don’t stop,” he begged. I didn’t intend to. I started sucking him faster, pulling back sometimes to lick the head and to work my tongue under the short foreskin and taking him down to the base again, tightening my lips around his pole. I had never done that before but I found myself knowing exactly what to do and loving it too. With my left hand, I started playing with his balls, pushing a little on his sphincter and after a short moment, he yelped and moaned, “Oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum!” I pulled my mouth off his cock and jerked him fast. He got rigid and I watched as a river of cum began drenching his chest and stomach. His body was jerking, his eyes were closed and he was squeezing the sheets in his hands and moaning. I just grinned seeing how lost he was in his own orgasm and quite proud that I was doing this to him. When he finally relaxed, I took his chin between my fingers, he panted and slowly opened his eyes. He smiled and placed his hands on each side of my face before kissing me. “Did you enjoy that?” I teased. "Fuck, it feels so damn amazing with you, everything does!” I smiled and he asked, "Did you feel ok doing that?" "Well, I did it, didn’t I?" I replied, "First time for everything.…. look, I don’t know what this means, but yeah, I liked it … a lot," I admitted. He grinned at me, beaming, and in one quick motion pushed me on my back and attacked my neck and my smooth chest. He ran his fingers all over my skin, marveling at my body. His fingers were soon replaced with his lips though. He frantically unzipped my jeans, pushed them and my underwear down, finally letting my cock free, and undressed me completely. He then slowly kissed his way up my left leg to the inside my thigh. He licked and kissed and moved his way up to my balls. He was making me shiver with anticipation and when he licked them and took them in his mouth, I moaned, "Oh god, that feels so good Rob." His saliva and his tongue felt exquisite. He played with my balls for a moment and then he slowly kissed his way back up before making contact with my lips again. We kissed hard, exploring each other’s mouths, sucking on each other’s tongues. He pulled me harder against him and we grounded our cocks together, as he was hard again. I wasn’t even sure he had gone soft at all. Then he began cupping my ass and I kind of knew he would try to touch me there, I was fearing it a bit, but also wanted him to do it. He kissed his way down my body again, grabbed onto my pecs or my arms, licked my nipples and finally caressed my abs, and I could feel how much he fancied me, and it was such a turn on. He was worshipping my body. He lifted my cock and let it slip into his mouth. Like the night before, he swallowed me completely and I felt this amazing feeling coursing through my body. "Ohhh, you’re so fucking good at this, what’re you doing to me?" He kissed the tip and chuckled a bit, "Just enjoy it," he said before licking the wet precum that was oozing out. I shivered and before I knew it he was deep throating me again and blowing me like a pro. He was keeping his mouth tight around my hard member, using his tongue a lot, making me quiver, and I could not stop moaning. He sucked hard on the head and I panted, "Ohhhh, fuck!" when he plunged my dick to the back of his throat again. He kept at it for a moment and when he stopped, he had me ready to burst. I tried to hold back as he took my balls in his mouth, licking them. He raised my legs up a little and started paying attention to my ass, as I knew he would. He massaged my cheeks, kissed them and started applying some pressure on my sphincter. I was lost in the sensations he was sending through my body when I heard him ask, “Do you trust me?” “Of course,” I answered and I felt one of his fingers caress my crack as he said, “don’t worry, I’m not gonna, I don’t wanna fuck you, just trust me, ok?” I knew what he had in mind but I was enjoying this so much to stop him and I didn’t really care what he would do as long as it still felt good. And it did. I felt his tongue on my hole, licking me in that very private spot and it felt great, so erotic. “Uhmm, that’s, uhmmmm,” I said, quivering. I let out another moan as he licked all around my boy-hole, his tongue sometimes trying to push its way inside it. I enjoyed the feeling and tried not to overthink anything. He had me so turned on that I was breathing hard, moaning often, and wanting more. Then he brought a finger to my hole, moved it around a little and pressed it against it as he started playing with my erection again. His finger popped into my ass and I moaned hard when he moved it back and forth a little, still holding my cock in his mouth. It felt so different, so sensitive down there. His tongue and his finger was driving me crazy and I ached for release when he suddenly pushed his finger deeper inside my rectum. He slid it back and forth a few times and moved it around. As he lowered his mouth onto my cock, his finger hit a spot inside me and he rubbed it. I felt myself going over the edge instantly. My body stiffened and I gasped several times before cumming in his mouth… again. My body kept quivering as I shot in spurt after spurt, feeling like my orgasm would never end. When it finally did, Rob released my cock and the last few drops finally dribbled from the end. He kissed it tenderly a few times and came back up to lie on his back next to me. “That was just so fucking hot!” he giggled still breathing quite heavily and wiping some of the cum he had on his cheek. I laughed, “Fuck, what did you just do to me?" "That was your prostate, pretty cool hum?!... Maybe you were not quite ready for that but I couldn't help myself!" "Are you kidding! I've never shot like that, it was fucking amazing!" "I know, right!" he chuckled. "You're just doing this to make me wanna do do it again," I complained jokingly. "Is it working?" he asked with a mischievous grin on his face that made me chuckle. "Bloody hell, so far, you’re giving the best blowjobs I've ever had," I answered. He turned to me and placed his hand on the side of my face and spoke softly, his lips only millimeters away from mine. I could feel his breath and my cum on his lips and he was just so hot, "Well, so far, you're the best sex I've ever had, you make me feel so good!" I placed a kiss on his lips and when I pulled back I responded, "Let's just keep having sex and see where it takes us," and he smiled. "cause I know I'm gonna want to do that every fucking time we end up alone together." "Music to my ears," he responded seductively. And then he seemed to realize something, he looked at the clock, "Fuck, we have to meet the guys at Damon's place in half an hour." "Really? This early?" I had completely forgotten about that and frankly, it was the last thing on my mind. "Yeah, we said we'd meet at noon to rehearse," he confirmed, "we should get ready.” "Oh man, it's gonna be tough to concentrate today," I sighed. "Hey, let's not behave any differently around them!" he said. "Of course, what d'you think I'm gonna do? Kiss you?" I joked. "Rachel's gonna be there I think." "I know…" "Shit, it's too complicated. She's gonna sense something's wrong," I said, a bit worried; I knew her, if she felt I was behaving differently, she was going to notice. "Just act normal!" "Easy for you to say. After what just happened, I don't know how I'm gonna act around her." I said worriedly. "You don't mind?" "No, I told you, I'm not asking you to break up with her, you can't. I've been seeing you with her for two years, I can handle it." I sort of felt bad hearing him say that. We got ready and quickly left with our guitars. When we arrived, the guys were already there, and so was Rachel. She came over to me, and gave me a kiss. I just asked her how she was doing and we started setting up our instruments to rehearse. I was relieved when she came over to me and told me she was going to go shopping and hang out with her friends In Dublin and that they'd go straight to the club for the gig. "Alright, have fun, I'll see you tonight," I said giving her a kiss. She smiled at me brightly. "It's gonna be so awesome!" We rehearsed and hung out all afternoon and left for Dublin to set up our equipment in the club before it opened to the public. Little did we know that this performance would be the starting point of our career. When we started playing, we were greeted by a crowd that already knew us and the lyrics to our songs. We knew we generated an online activity and that we were starting to have a larger following thanks to social media, but we but we hadn’t expected this. We played a few covers nonetheless, but we played more of our own songs. We felt more and more ready to play them live. We were starting to find our voice and our sound and we were venturing into the real world. This gig was our first real breakthrough and it was exhilarating to have the entire crowd sing back to us and be so enthusiastic. This live show was so much better than the ones we had played before because it seemed like the crowd was actually composed of fans and they’d arrived already knowing the songs and ready to sing them. It was astonishing to us. Rob was having a great time singing, he was enjoying every second of it, we were all having so much fun! When we began playing a song we had called "Shiver", Rob looked at me and smiled. The five of us had written the song together, but I remembered it was mainly Rob who had written the lyrics. It was supposed to be about a girl. We always tried to write about personal things but with a detached approach, so that it wouldn’t be too awkward or personal for Rob to sing them. However, I realized as he began singing it, that some of lyrics were actually meant for me, and I had trouble concentrating on playing. I listened as he sang, So I look in your direction But you pay me no attention do you … But on and on, from the moment I wake 'Til the moment I sleep I'll be there by your side Just you try and stop me And from here, I started really listening, I was trying to stay focused, especially when I had to play a riff near the end, but I listened to him intensely, as if I was hearing the lyrics for the first time. He sang it so powerfully because he knew I could understand his message now, releasing all the frustrations he had to endure, not being able to tell me how he felt. His performance was perfect. It was so revealing. Yeah I'll always be waiting for you And it's you I see But you don't see me And it's you I hear So loud and so clear So I look in your direction But you pay me no attention And you know how much I need you But you never even see me When the song ended, he saw me looking at him. He came over to me to get ready for the next song, and I faked having something to tell him. He brought his ear to my mouth. "I do see you," I whispered. He locked eyes with me for a second and smiled knowingly. Then, he slowly went back to where his mic was and I watched him as he began singing. He looked so good. He was so hot, masculine and confident. Yet, you could tell by watching him perform that he was also sweet, passionate funny and sensitive, which made him so attractive to everyone. He was such a crowd-puller. I tried to focus on my instrument again but as we began playing another song, all I could think about was Rob and the fact that I was falling for him…hard. We played a few more songs and when we walked backstage, Jordan placed his hands over my shoulders and shook them roughly. “Oh my fuckin’ god, Mark! I can’t believe we didn’t mess that one up!” he laughed, talking about the last song we had played before walking off, because we had never managed to play it right from start to finish in rehearsals. “You know what?” Damon asked as he watched the crowd that was calling us back on stage, “I think it’s alright to make them wait this time.” “Enjoy it,” a stage-hand said to us. “You deserve it! You guys fucking rocked the stage.” I turned to Rob, he was beaming as we listened to the crowd cheer for us. We grinned at each other and the look on his face gave me a warm feeling in my stomach. I wanted to feel close to him and I could tell he felt the same way. He stepped closer to me and I pulled him toward me. We hugged each other hard and grinned happily. “You did great,” I told him. “You were amazing.” “I was, wasn’t I?” he joked. “You were,” I confirmed with a laugh. “I can’t believe it went so well,” he said. “I loved every second of it.” As we hugged, I saw Rachel watching us with a broad and happy smile on her face. She was genuinely happy and proud of us. I smiled back at her. I knew she was waiting for Rob to let go of me so she could have her moment with me as well. She wasn’t even suspicious at all. There was nothing unusual. We were often very tactile with each other. For a few seconds, Rob held me a bit tighter and before letting go of me, he whispered into my ear, “I’m glad you’re paying attention to me now … cuz I don’t wanna wait anymore.” I closed my eyes for a brief second and enjoyed his embrace. I almost wanted to say something back to him but he had already let go of me. He grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the stage, “Let’s not make them wait any longer,” he said to all of us and we walked back onto the stage to play a couple more songs.
<div id="readability-content"><h1>U-N-I Chapter 2</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> <p><span>The following story is entirely a work of fiction. The characters are not based on any particular celebrity but the story is about fictional characters, who are celebrities in the story. The music used in this story will be music by the band Coldplay.</span></p><p><span>Here is the reworked version of chapter 2</span></p><p><span>Let me know what you think of the story at </span><span><a href="mailto:[email protected]">[email protected]</a></span></p><p><span>and check out my tumblr blog at</span><span><a href="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://u-n-i-live.tumblr.com/&amp;sa=D&amp;ust=1564929684723000">&nbsp;https://u-n-i-live.tumblr.com/</a></span></p><p><span>----------------------</span></p><p><span>When I woke up, I was alone in bed. The previous night’s events came flashing back into my mind almost immediately.</span></p><p><span>‘Shit, what the fuck had happened,’ I thought anxiously.</span></p><p><span>I smiled to myself as I grabbed Rob’s pillow and buried my face into it. I smelled his scent on the pillow case. It was soothing and kind of hot too.</span></p><p><span>I remembered how good it had felt to kiss him….to let my horniness take over and to finally have sex with him. I still felt good about it and I wasn’t even trying to deny the fact that I had loved what we’d done. Yet, I was having trouble wrapping my head around the fact that I had actually had sex with him. Had it really happened?</span></p><p><span>It also felt incredibly satisfying to know that I had been right… he was indeed gay and he did have feelings for me. I wasn’t imagining anything and I loved the thought that if I wanted to have sex with him again… I could. It was both terrifying and very enticing.</span></p><p><span>I lay in bed for a long moment and tried to remember every little detail of our conversation and of what had followed. Since Rob didn’t seem to be coming back into the bedroom, I reluctantly got up and wondered if, maybe, he had sneaked out of bed on purpose. I was feeling a bit groggy so I went to the bathroom to take a leak. Then I stepped into the shower, my mind still fixated on Rob. I could only focus on one thing… the sex… the amazing sex and the fact that he had given me the best orgasm I’d ever had from a blowjob. My dick rose to attention but I barely touched it. The thought of having to face Rob soon without quite knowing what to tell him or how to explain my feelings was beginning to scare the shit out of me.</span></p><p><span>After letting the hot water spray over me for what seemed like an hour, I stepped out and went back into Rob’s room to get dressed. At least half my clothes were in his drawers because I’d spend the night at his place so regularly.</span></p><p><span>I headed down the stairs and found him in the kitchen, having breakfast and reading the latest NME magazine as I had done the previous night.</span></p><p><span>It wouldn’t be far from the truth if I told you that we learned pretty much everything we needed to know about rock in that magazine, back then, we read about the latest groups, without even listening to their music, just trying to follow their career and to immerse ourselves in the rock scene. Reviews in NME were so well written that even if the groups were bad, they managed to make you hear the music, make you vibrate with the lyrics and the message they conveyed. We were so excited about the whole rock scene! We totally loved it because the teenagers that we were could easily identify with the kind of lyrics that they sang. It talked to us because we felt that the changes we were going through in our life were mirrored in this music. This weekly magazine was our getaway, we could totally lose ourselves in there, dreaming about what it could be like to live like them, wanting nothing more but to enter that world ourselves.</span></p><p><span>It was Saturday, and apparently, we were the only two people in the house.</span></p><p><span>"Hey you’re up,” he said as I walked into the kitchen.</span></p><p><span>“Yeah,” I just responded.</span></p><p><span>“How you feeling?" he asked.</span></p><p><span>"Fine. Why didn’t you wake me?"</span></p><p><span>"I don't think you would've appreciated it if I had."</span></p><p><span>I sat down at the table and poured some cereals into a bowl. I wasn't looking at Rob but I could feel that his eyes were on me.</span></p><p><span>I decided to break the silence as I stood up to get some juice.</span></p><p><span>"I can’t wait for tonight," I said, feeling butterflies in my stomach.</span></p><p><span>We were to play in a club in Dublin. We played in Dublin every weekend, mostly on Saturday nights in pubs, so we were used to it. We had been doing that for the past eight months or so, and we had a few dedicated fans already. Our performances were often uploaded on Youtube by some of them and we were receiving a lot of support and great comments. We were starting to get noticed.</span></p><p><span>This gig was a bit different though. It had been scheduled for weeks and we had been rehearsing hard to be ready. It was not going to take place in a small pub as usual, but in a club.</span></p><p><span>"Yeah, me too. I’m a bit apprehensive though. There’s gonna be a lot of people tonight. I’ve been trying to hold back the nerves since I woke up!"</span></p><p><span>"You’ll be great, you always are." I told him sincerely as I sat back down. “Don’t be too nervous, alright, we’ll do fine. We’re ready for this.”</span></p><p><span>He gazed at me with a smile, with those eyes...</span></p><p><span>“Yeah, I can’t wait to try out “</span><span>Clocks</span><span>”,” he said. It was a song we had recently written and that we still hadn’t played live.</span></p><p><span>I nodded. “No one will know if we mess it up,” I said with a small laugh.</span></p><p><span>“We’ll know,” he said softly.</span></p><p><span>I shrugged lightly and then I looked at him. He watched me. There was an intensity in his eyes.</span></p><p><span>“Well, at least, it takes my mind off last night," he said confidently and somewhat flirtatiously. </span></p><p><span>I held his gaze and what I saw was hope, and anxiety…. But mainly hope that I’d stop acting as if nothing had happened between us. I felt so nervous about having to talk about it. I didn’t dare mention it yet. I still didn’t want to overanalyze my feelings or to try to understand what was going on with me and what it meant about my sexuality.</span></p><p><span>I hesitated briefly but asked him, "How d’you feel about it?"</span></p><p><span>"Me?” he teased. “What about you?"</span></p><p><span>"I asked you first," I responded with a smirk.</span></p><p><span>He let out a small laugh. "Honestly?... I wanna do it again … and again… and again!" he told me seductively.</span></p><p><span>I smiled, feeling a bit uncomfortable that he was flirting with me, but enjoying it nonetheless. I placed my hand behind the back of my neck and rubbed it as I sighed, "I’m so confused."</span></p><p><span>"I know you are," he said sincerely as my eyes locked onto his.</span></p><p><span>"I know that you don’t even think you’re gay,” he said, “but you did want to have sex with a guy last night…with me… Fuck, even I’m confused." He breathed. "I’m not sure what’s going on in your head right now and what it is you want out of this."</span></p><p><span>I looked down at my bowl of cereals as I said, “Neither do I…”</span></p><p><span>I took a deep breath in and added, “all I know is that…,” my eyes met his again, he looked impatient to hear what I was about to say. “…. I …. I wanted us to… do stuff last night… and I’m not sure why,” I sighed and passed my hands over my face. “ugg, I keep feeling like this around you, and it’s just driving me nuts.” I let out a huff as I tried to explain my feelings to him. “I need to talk about this. And it seems like you’re the only one I can talk to.”</span></p><p><span>He let out a small happy giggle. “I can’t believe this. You wouldn’t believe how many times I’ve wanted to get it on with you."</span></p><p><span>“Fucking hell,” I said with a small chuckle and buried my face into my hands.</span></p><p><span>He laughed. “I didn’t think you’d be interested in like...experimenting…”</span></p><p><span>“I don’t even know what it is I want,” I mumbled in frustration.</span></p><p><span>“How long have you been feeling this way,” he asked cautiously.</span></p><p><span>“Dunno, a few weeks,” I admitted. “Since you began dodging all my questions….” I began saying.. “and just from the way you’ve been acting…”</span></p><p><span>He looked up at me with a smirk.</span></p><p><span>“You’ve been very… let’s say, tactile with me…,” I said.</span></p><p><span>“Ugg,” he smiled awkwardly. “Mark, you’ve been staying over so much lately, it’s fuckin’ hard to not let anything on…”</span></p><p><span>I watched him and he looked at me with a bit of lust that made me feel good and gave me an adrenaline rush.</span></p><p><span>"I can't go out by myself when you need to stay here, besides I wouldn't want to if you're here and I'd never say no to you, ever, but you know sometimes I . . ."</span></p><p><span>I nodded.</span></p><p><span>“So…like… last weekend, when you asked me if I was staying over at Rachel’s after the gig,” again, he didn’t let me finish.</span></p><p><span>“Mark. I didn’t mean… I just needed to spend some time without you…”</span></p><p><span>“Why, where’d you go?” I asked him, curious to know where he was going without me.</span></p><p><span>“I… I went to ‘</span><span>Euphoria</span><span>’ last weekend.”</span></p><p><span>“By yourself?” I asked curiously.</span></p><p><span>“Not for long,” he responded suggestively. I lifted my brows with a nod and wondered how many guys he’d been with.</span></p><p><span>Then he spoke,</span></p><p><span>“Look, I’m not gonna lie, I go there all the time,” he explained, “it’s a great club and it’s fucking easy to get in and pick up a guy. I just go to their place.”</span></p><p><span>“So, that’s what you’ve been doing then, when I’m with Rach?”</span></p><p><span>“Well, yeah… if I’m not with you, then, yeah, that’s what I’m doing…,” he said with a light suggestive shrug. “I’d rather be hanging out with you and doing what we did last night, but you know, if you’re gonna be with her…” </span></p><p><span>I didn’t know what to say but I was too curious not to ask. He didn’t speak for a moment so I spoke,</span></p><p><span>“So, how many guys have you been with exactly?”</span></p><p><span>He chuckled.</span></p><p><span>“I dunno, do you expect me to keep count?”</span></p><p><span>I shook my head.</span></p><p><span>“Look, I don’t want to freak you out. But…,” he said hesitantly. “shit,” he let out a huff. “look, it doesn’t matter how many times I’ve tried… I can’t…. I’m not interested in them. I don’t want to be their friend, or their fucking boyfriend… because, well, at the end of the day, you’re really the only one I want to hang out with and I just can never get you out of my head,” he admitted wholeheartedly.</span></p><p><span>“Ok,” I merely said.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;“I’m not looking for a boyfriend…,” he paused before adding, “unless it’s you.”</span></p><p><span>I took a deep breath and for a second, my eyes left his. I couldn’t believe he was saying all this and I felt overwhelmed. He sensed it and spoke quickly,</span></p><p><span>“Mark, I’m only going out clubbing without you guys ‘cuz, well, you know…,” he said with a chuckle.</span></p><p><span>I let out a laugh. “Yeah…”</span></p><p><span>He laughed too.</span></p><p><span>“I mean, come on, sex is great, I love sex, sex is awesome!” he exclaimed playfully. “But…, fuck,” he breathed out and we looked at each other. I felt the same overwhelming feeling. “What happened with you… it meant so much more to me…’cuz…” he waved his hand softly at me, “it’s you. And I don’t know what it meant to you,” he said hesitantly, “if it was just that, sex, that’s fine, but…,” he sighed and didn’t finish his sentence.</span></p><p><span>He didn’t need to, I had understood the message.</span></p><p><span>After a moment, he spoke more seriously,</span></p><p><span>“Look, if you need to talk, we can talk. I’ll always be here to listen if you need to talk…. Or whatever else it is you wanna do with me,” he smiled.</span></p><p><span>I didn’t respond immediately and I must have looked nervous because he added with a concerned tone of voice,</span></p><p><span>“Mark, I really want you to know that I meant everything I told you last night. I…I,” he muttered. &nbsp;“I do love you,” he confessed sincerely again, “for so many reasons. And yeah, I want us to be more than just friends… but if that’s not what you want, it’s alright. I know I can get over you, as long as I don’t lose you as a friend. You mean the world to me. I know we can accomplish great things together… and with the guys… and I won’t jeopardize that by… I won’t take that risk. I can’t…”, he sighed. &nbsp;“I can’t take the risk to lose your friendship. If you don’t want anything more to happen, then I swear, I’ll back off.”</span></p><p><span>I nodded.</span></p><p><span>“But,” he continued before I had time to say anything. “to be totally honest with you, I’m afraid… I’m afraid it might be harder to get over you if we…. I don’t know if I’ll be able to…"</span></p><p><span>I let out a self-conscious chuckle and then I stared at him, even more confused about my feelings. I didn’t know what to tell him, so for a moment, I just stared down at my bowl of cereals and said nothing as I tried to process everything he’d said. I couldn’t find the right words. I finished my breakfast, lost in my own thoughts. Then, I stood up to put the bowl into the sink and I stayed there.</span></p><p><span>He came up behind me and gently placed his hand on my shoulders. Then he hugged me from behind and I enjoyed feeling his chest pressed against my back. He felt strong and I was loving it. We didn’t move for a moment.</span></p><p><span>"Are you ok? Do you regret what happened?" he asked me.</span></p><p><span>I slowly shook my head no. "I loved it last night. I told you, I wanted it to happen. I’ve wanted it to happen for a while,” I admitted to him. “I just, I don’t understand why I feel like this. I never thought of myself as gay…even before last night I didn’t. But now, I just don’t know.”</span></p><p><span>“I told you, you don’t have to put a name on it, not yet.”</span></p><p><span>I turned around to face him and he let go of me. "I have no idea what’s going on with me.”</span></p><p><span>“It’s ok, you’ll figure it out… what it is you want. I can help you figure it out…,” he said, clearly meaning that doing stuff together would help me sort out my feelings.</span></p><p><span>“Rob. I don’t wanna hurt you."</span></p><p><span>We were silent for a few seconds. As I watched him, I started to feel those urges again. There was something different in his eyes. He looked beautiful to me. I didn’t know what he was doing to me, but the more I was looking at him, the more I was seeing him in a different light. Knowing that he loved me and that he wanted me was changing my whole outlook, as if it suddenly allowed me to acknowledge how attracted I was to him.</span></p><p><span>"I don’t mind getting hurt," he said softly and with confidence.</span></p><p><span>He took my hand in his and rested his chin on my shoulder. We didn’t speak a word. He started kissing my shoulder very lightly through my t-shirt. Then, he raised his head and we looked intensely into each other’s eyes. I moved my head closer to his and he brought his lips to mine.</span></p><p><span>We kissed gently at first. Then, the kiss got longer, unbroken by either of us. I parted my lips and his tongue slid into my mouth.</span></p><p><span>Like the night before, Rob started to take control. He pulled me closer to him, one hand behind my neck, the other on my lower back, and started kissing me more deeply. God, he was so fucking good at that. It felt like he was trying to consume me, like he wanted to melt into me. He kissed my lower lip and sucked on my tongue, and I did the same to him. He kept squeezing me to him and all I wanted to do was to give myself to him as much as I could. All my doubts and questions didn’t matter at all anymore. His kisses were too exhilarating, hot and intense.</span></p><p><span>He pulled back and whispered, "God, I love kissing you. I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to feel like this," he told me. I could only moan.</span></p><p><span>"I love you," he murmured as he kissed my cheek, my response was to press my lips against his again.</span></p><p><span>He kissed me back with a smile but soon pulled away and looked around,</span></p><p><span>"We can’t stay here, let’s go upstairs."</span></p><p><span>I nodded and we quickly ran up the stairs and entered his room. He immediately locked the door behind us and stepped close to me. He placed his arms under mine and brought his hands up to my shoulders and he kissed me full on the lips, which caused my cock to get harder and become uncomfortable in my jeans. We both moaned, wanting each other badly, and he began to nibble at my neck. He let go of my shoulders, put his hands on my hips and they quickly found their way up my back, under my t-shirt and he pulled me toward him. We kept kissing, it was so intense, I could hardly move, we were both breathing hard.</span></p><p><span>He pulled up my t-shirt and I decided to stop letting him be in control. I did the same to him. I placed my hand on his pec and gazed at his tight chest as I let my fingers run down his stomach. Both my hands reached for his jeans. I surprised him a little by pushing him closer to the bed. He sat on the edge while I pushed his jeans down to his ankles and started chewing on his underwear. I knew I was providing just enough stimulation to turn him on like crazy and all he could do was moan.</span></p><p><span>“Oh fuck,” he sighed. He fell onto his back and put his face into his hands as I began rubbing his already very hard member through the fabric of his underwear. I teased him a bit before slowly pulling down his boxers. I gripped his cock gently, teasingly, and I stroked him for the first time.</span></p><p><span>We had never really been in the habit of ‘I’ll show you if you show me’ but I was spending all my time at his place, so of course I had seen him hard before, just not in such a situation. His cock looked a lot like mine, about seven to eight inches, not circumcised, a little bit thicker than mine…and it was beautiful. It wasn’t particularly veiny; his balls were drawn tight to his body and he trimmed his pubes and I couldn’t help but find the sight in front of me just beautiful.</span></p><p><span>I wasn’t sure I wanted to blow him just yet, but I felt ready to try. I began by stroking him with a nice rhythm and kissed his stomach, loving how hard it felt, loving his well-defined abs, loving feeling his hardness against the palm of my hand, and again, wondering why I was this turned on by him, all of him.</span></p><p><span>I continued my journey up, and licked his right nipple, remembering how I had loved it when he had done it to me the previous night. I bathed it with my saliva and pulled on it with my teeth and he squealed with delight. I did the same with the left one. He was moaning, his eyes still closed, one of his hands was in my hair. I felt his dick throb in my hand, and I felt the urge to lower my mouth onto it. I didn’t think twice and did just that.</span></p><p><span>I began licking the head. My tongue played with his piss slit for a second and then I wrapped my lips around it. I rapidly took more of him in my mouth and I was surprised by the softness of his hard member against my tongue. I was enjoying having him in my mouth, so I began taking more of him and slowly bobbing my head up and down, while holding the base. He was so hard that precum dribbled out his slit and as I licked it, I loved the taste of it, I had never tasted my own, and I felt like I was discovering everything about his body. He didn’t move and let me play with him, he could feel that I was enjoying it. He broke the silence though when I took him into my mouth again and engulfed him almost to the base.</span></p><p><span>"Oh man, I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard,” he moaned.</span></p><p><span>I could tell he was really trying not to shoot at this point as he had a look of pure concentration on his face.</span></p><p><span>“Oh please, don’t stop,” he begged.</span></p><p><span>I didn’t intend to. I started sucking him faster, pulling back sometimes to lick the head and to work my tongue under the short foreskin and taking him down to the base again, tightening my lips around his pole. I had never done that before but I found myself knowing exactly what to do and loving it too. With my left hand, I started playing with his balls, pushing a little on his sphincter and after a short moment, he yelped and moaned,</span></p><p><span>“Oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum!”</span></p><p><span>I pulled my mouth off his cock and jerked him fast. He got rigid and I watched as a river of cum began drenching his chest and stomach. His body was jerking, his eyes were closed and he was squeezing the sheets in his hands and moaning. I just grinned seeing how lost he was in his own orgasm and quite proud that I was doing this to him. When he finally relaxed, I took his chin between my fingers, he panted and slowly opened his eyes. He smiled and placed his hands on each side of my face before kissing me.</span></p><p><span>“Did you enjoy that?” I teased.</span></p><p><span>"Fuck, it feels so damn amazing with you, everything does!”</span></p><p><span>I smiled and he asked,</span></p><p><span>"Did you feel ok doing that?"</span></p><p><span>"Well, I did it, didn’t I?" I replied, "First time for everything.…. look, I don’t know what this means, but yeah, I liked it … a lot," I admitted.</span></p><p><span>He grinned at me, beaming, and in one quick motion pushed me on my back and attacked my neck and my smooth chest. He ran his fingers all over my skin, marveling at my body. His fingers were soon replaced with his lips though.</span></p><p><span>He frantically unzipped my jeans, pushed them and my underwear down, finally letting my cock free, and undressed me completely. He then slowly kissed his way up my left leg to the inside my thigh. He licked and kissed and moved his way up to my balls. He was making me shiver with anticipation and when he licked them and took them in his mouth, I moaned,</span></p><p><span>"Oh god, that feels so good Rob."</span></p><p><span>His saliva and his tongue felt exquisite. He played with my balls for a moment and then he slowly kissed his way back up before making contact with my lips again. We kissed hard, exploring each other’s mouths, sucking on each other’s tongues. He pulled me harder against him and we grounded our cocks together, as he was hard again. I wasn’t even sure he had gone soft at all.</span></p><p><span>Then he began cupping my ass and I kind of knew he would try to touch me there, I was fearing it a bit, but also wanted him to do it.</span></p><p><span>He kissed his way down my body again, grabbed onto my pecs or my arms, licked my nipples and finally caressed my abs, and I could feel how much he fancied me, and it was such a turn on. He was worshipping my body.</span></p><p><span>He lifted my cock and let it slip into his mouth. Like the night before, he swallowed me completely and I felt this amazing feeling coursing through my body.</span></p><p><span>"Ohhh, you’re so fucking good at this, what’re you doing to me?"</span></p><p><span>He kissed the tip and chuckled a bit,</span></p><p><span>"Just enjoy it," he said before licking the wet precum that was oozing out.</span></p><p><span>I shivered and before I knew it he was deep throating me again and blowing me like a pro. He was keeping his mouth tight around my hard member, using his tongue a lot, making me quiver, and I could not stop moaning.</span></p><p><span>He sucked hard on the head and I panted,</span></p><p><span>"Ohhhh, fuck!" when he plunged my dick to the back of his throat again.</span></p><p><span>He kept at it for a moment and when he stopped, he had me ready to burst. I tried to hold back as he took my balls in his mouth, licking them. He raised my legs up a little and started paying attention to my ass, as I knew he would. He massaged my cheeks, kissed them and started applying some pressure on my sphincter. I was lost in the sensations he was sending through my body when I heard him ask,</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;“Do you trust me?”</span></p><p><span>“Of course,” I answered and I felt one of his fingers caress my crack as he said, “don’t worry, I’m not gonna, I don’t wanna fuck you, just trust me, ok?”</span></p><p><span>I knew what he had in mind but I was enjoying this so much to stop him and I didn’t really care what he would do as long as it still felt good. And it did. I felt his tongue on my hole, licking me in that very private spot and it felt great, so erotic.</span></p><p><span>“Uhmm, that’s, uhmmmm,” I said, quivering.</span></p><p><span>I let out another moan as he licked all around my boy-hole, his tongue sometimes trying to push its way inside it. I enjoyed the feeling and tried not to overthink anything. He had me so turned on that I was breathing hard, moaning often, and wanting more.</span></p><p><span>Then he brought a finger to my hole, moved it around a little and pressed it against it as he started playing with my erection again. His finger popped into my ass and I moaned hard when he moved it back and forth a little, still holding my cock in his mouth. It felt so different, so sensitive down there. His tongue and his finger was driving me crazy and I ached for release when he suddenly pushed his finger deeper inside my rectum. He slid it back and forth a few times and moved it around. As he lowered his mouth onto my cock, his finger hit a spot inside me and he rubbed it. I felt myself going over the edge instantly. My body stiffened and I gasped several times before cumming in his mouth… again. My body kept quivering as I shot in spurt after spurt, feeling like my orgasm would never end.</span></p><p><span>When it finally did, Rob released my cock and the last few drops finally dribbled from the end. He kissed it tenderly a few times and came back up to lie on his back next to me.</span></p><p><span>“That was just so fucking hot!” he giggled still breathing quite heavily and wiping some of the cum he had on his cheek.</span></p><p><span>I laughed,</span></p><p><span>“Fuck, what did you just do to me?"</span></p><p><span>"That was your prostate, pretty cool hum?!... Maybe you were not quite ready for that but I couldn't help myself!"</span></p><p><span>"Are you kidding! I've never shot like that, it was fucking amazing!"</span></p><p><span>"I know, right!" he chuckled.</span></p><p><span>"You're just doing this to make me wanna do do it again," I complained jokingly.</span></p><p><span>"Is it working?" he asked with a mischievous grin on his face that made me chuckle.</span></p><p><span>"Bloody hell, so far, you’re giving the best blowjobs I've ever had," I answered.</span></p><p><span>He turned to me and placed his hand on the side of my face and spoke softly, his lips only millimeters away from mine. I could feel his breath and my cum on his lips and he was just so hot,</span></p><p><span>"Well, so far, you're the best sex I've ever had, you make me feel so good!"</span></p><p><span>I placed a kiss on his lips and when I pulled back I responded,</span></p><p><span>"Let's just keep having sex and see where it takes us," and he smiled. "cause I know I'm gonna want to do that every fucking time we end up alone together."</span></p><p><span>"Music to my ears," he responded seductively.</span></p><p><span>And then he seemed to realize something, he looked at the clock,</span></p><p><span>"Fuck, we have to meet the guys at Damon's place in half an hour."</span></p><p><span>"Really? This early?" I had completely forgotten about that and frankly, it was the last thing on my mind.</span></p><p><span>"Yeah, we said we'd meet at noon to rehearse," he confirmed, "we should get ready.”</span></p><p><span>"Oh man, it's gonna be tough to concentrate today," I sighed.</span></p><p><span>"Hey, let's not behave any differently around them!" he said.</span></p><p><span>"Of course, what d'you think I'm gonna do? Kiss you?" I joked. "Rachel's gonna be there I think."</span></p><p><span>"I know…"</span></p><p><span>"Shit, it's too complicated. She's gonna sense something's wrong," I said, a bit worried; I knew her, if she felt I was behaving differently, she was going to notice.</span></p><p><span>"Just act normal!"</span></p><p><span>"Easy for you to say. After what just happened, I don't know how I'm gonna act around her." I said worriedly. "You don't mind?"</span></p><p><span>"No, I told you, I'm not asking you to break up with her, you can't. I've been seeing you with her for two years, I can handle it."</span></p><p><span>I sort of felt bad hearing him say that.</span></p><p><span>We got ready and quickly left with our guitars. When we arrived, the guys were already there, and so was Rachel. She came over to me, and gave me a kiss. I just asked her how she was doing and we started setting up our instruments to rehearse. I was relieved when she came over to me and told me she was going to go shopping and hang out with her friends In Dublin and that they'd go straight to the club for the gig.</span></p><p><span>"Alright, have fun, I'll see you tonight," I said giving her a kiss.</span></p><p><span>She smiled at me brightly. "It's gonna be so awesome!"</span></p><p><span>We rehearsed and hung out all afternoon and left for Dublin to set up our equipment in the club before it opened to the public.</span></p><p><span>Little did we know that this performance would be the starting point of our career.</span></p><p><span>When we started playing, we were greeted by a crowd that already knew us and the lyrics to our songs. We knew we generated an online activity and that we were starting to have a larger following thanks to social media, but we but we hadn’t expected this. We played a few covers nonetheless, but we played more of our own songs. We felt more and more ready to play them live. We were starting to find our voice and our sound and we were venturing into the real world.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;This gig was our first real breakthrough and it was exhilarating to have the entire crowd sing back to us and be so enthusiastic. This live show was so much better than the ones we had played before because it seemed like the crowd was actually composed of fans and they’d arrived already knowing the songs and ready to sing them. It was astonishing to us. Rob was having a great time singing, he was enjoying every second of it, we were all having so much fun!</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;When we began playing a song we had called "</span><span>Shiver",</span><span>&nbsp;Rob looked at me and smiled. The five of us had written the song together, but I remembered it was mainly Rob who had written the lyrics. It was supposed to be about a girl. We always tried to write about personal things but with a detached approach, so that it wouldn’t be too awkward or personal for Rob to sing them.</span></p><p><span>However, I realized as he began singing it, that some of lyrics were actually meant for me,</span><span>&nbsp;</span><span>and I had trouble concentrating on playing. I listened as he sang,</span></p><p><span>So I look in your direction </span></p><p><span>But you pay me no attention do you</span></p><p><span>…</span></p><p><span>But on and on, from the moment I wake</span><span>&nbsp;</span></p><p><span>'Til the moment I sleep</span><span>&nbsp;</span></p><p><span>I'll be there by your side</span><span>&nbsp;</span></p><p><span>Just you try and stop me</span></p><p><span>And from here, I started really listening, I was trying to stay focused, especially when I had to play a riff near the end, but I listened to him intensely, as if I was hearing the lyrics for the first time. He sang it so powerfully because he knew I could understand his message now, releasing all the frustrations he had to endure, not being able to tell me how he felt. His performance was perfect. It was so revealing.</span></p><p><span>Yeah I'll always be waiting for you </span></p><p><span>And it's you I see</span></p><p><span>But you don't see me</span></p><p><span>And it's you I hear</span></p><p><span>So loud and so clear</span></p><p><span>So I look in your direction </span></p><p><span>But you pay me no attention</span></p><p><span>And you know how much I need you</span></p><p><span>But you never even see me</span></p><p><span>When the song ended, he saw me looking at him. He came over to me to get ready for the next song, and I faked having something to tell him. He brought his ear to my mouth.</span></p><p><span>"I do see you," I whispered.</span></p><p><span>He locked eyes with me for a second and smiled knowingly. Then, he slowly went back to where his mic was and I watched him as he began singing. He looked so good. He was so hot, masculine and confident. Yet, you could tell by watching him perform that he was also sweet, passionate funny and sensitive, which made him so attractive to everyone. He was such a crowd-puller.</span></p><p><span>I tried to focus on my instrument again but as we began playing another song, all I could think about was Rob and the fact that I was falling for him…hard.</span></p><p><span>We played a few more songs and when we walked backstage, Jordan placed his hands over my shoulders and shook them roughly.</span></p><p><span>“Oh my fuckin’ god, Mark! I can’t believe we didn’t mess that one up!” he laughed, talking about the last song we had played before walking off, because we had never managed to play it right from start to finish in rehearsals. &nbsp;</span></p><p><span>“You know what?” Damon asked as he watched the crowd that was calling us back on stage, “I think it’s alright to make them wait this time.”</span></p><p><span>“Enjoy it,” a stage-hand said to us. “You deserve it! You guys fucking rocked the stage.”</span></p><p><span>I turned to Rob, he was beaming as we listened to the crowd cheer for us. We grinned at each other and the look on his face gave me a warm feeling in my stomach. I wanted to feel close to him and I could tell he felt the same way. He stepped closer to me and I pulled him toward me. We hugged each other hard and grinned happily.</span></p><p><span>“You did great,” I told him. “You were amazing.”</span></p><p><span>“I was, wasn’t I?” he joked.</span></p><p><span>“You were,” I confirmed with a laugh.</span></p><p><span>“I can’t believe it went so well,” he said. “I loved every second of it.”</span></p><p><span>As we hugged, I saw Rachel watching us with a broad and happy smile on her face. She was genuinely happy and proud of us. I smiled back at her. I knew she was waiting for Rob to let go of me so she could have her moment with me as well. She wasn’t even suspicious at all. There was nothing unusual. We were often very tactile with each other.</span></p><p><span>For a few seconds, Rob held me a bit tighter and before letting go of me, he whispered into my ear,</span></p><p><span>“I’m glad you’re paying attention to me now … cuz I don’t wanna wait anymore.”</span></p><p><span>I closed my eyes for a brief second and enjoyed his embrace. I almost wanted to say something back to him but he had already let go of me. He grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the stage,</span></p><p><span>“Let’s not make them wait any longer,” he said to all of us and we walked back onto the stage to play a couple more songs.</span></p> </div></div>
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U-N-I Chapter 5 The following story is entirely a work of fiction. The characters are not based on any particular celebrity but the story is about fictional characters, who are celebrities in the story. The music used in this story will be music by the band Coldplay. Let me know what you think of the story at [email protected] and check out my tumblr blog at https://u-n-i-live.tumblr.com/ ------------------- I waited a few days before talking to Rachel. I knew I was going to come out to her, and it wasn’t going to be an easy thing to do. One evening, she called me to find out when we’d be out of the studio and I knew the time had come. I went to her place and told her the whole truth. She was gobsmacked of course. She refused to believe me and asked me a million questions but after a while, it eventually started to sink in. "How can you do this to me?" she asked. "Believe me, I wish I didn’t have to do this to you. I’m so sorry, I don’t want to see you hurt, but I can’t keep lying to you." "You can’t be gay, I know you’re not!" "I told you, I am. And I love him. I can’t fight it." "Of course you love him, he’s your best friend. That doesn't mean you have to fuck him just 'cause he tells you he's gay" she said, raising her voice. "gee, it’s Rob, the guy’s gorgeous, look at him! All my friends are in love with him!" "I AM looking at him." "Maybe he’s messing with your head, because he’s sooo... " she couldn’t find the right words, but I knew what she meant. "You’re just confused 'cause he tells you he loves you." "Rach, no, he’s not messing with my head, and I’m not confused anymore! What we have is not infatuation. I’m in love with him. I love him just as much as he loves me," I said with more self-assurance every time I admitted how I felt. "Oh come on, stop saying that!" she pleaded. "That’s just the truth, and you’re gonna have to accept it!" I told her matter-of-factly. "So, that’s it, we’re done. Just like that?" she asked, still not wanting to believe it. "Yeah, I’m afraid so. I love you Rach, I really do. I care so much about you, but I don't love you in that way anymore," as I said it I began to wonder if I ever truly had. "Aren’t you gonna change you mind about this?" she asked as tears filled up her eyes. "I’m not," I answered, reaching over to her to take her in my arms, "I’m so sorry," I told her again. She cried on my shoulder for a while and I just let her. "You’re gonna be so hard to get over. I always thought I’d marry you someday." "I’m sorry," I repeated, feeling so sad to end things with her in a way, to hurt her like this. It was so hard to break up with her, even though I honestly didn't think of her as a girlfriend anymore, but I still considered her as a friend. After a moment, I told her, "We can still be friends, when you feel ready. I want you to be happy. I don’t want you to hang on to me." She nodded, "Well, firstly, you’re gay, and secondly, you’re with Robbie, I don’t think I can compete here." she let out a chuckle, "He’s fucking lucky! I’m gonna kick his ass!" she said, her voice tearing up. "Ok, I’ll let you do that. He deserves it!" She let out a laugh as she tried to wipe her eyes. "Rach, please, can you… ," I began asking. She looked up at me and said, "I won’t tell anyone," understanding what it was I was asking. I smiled, "Thanks. I'm not ready to have everyone know." "Are you at least gonna tell Dylan, Damon and Jord?" I sighed. I knew the next step would be to come out to our friends, and that seemed an even harder thing to do. Although I knew they were open-minded enough to accept it Rob and I hadn’t really talked about it but we both knew we would have to do it soon. That day came a lot sooner than we had expected though. About a week later, we had been in the studio all day working on a new song and the atmosphere between Rob and I was a bit electric because of lyrics we were working on, and, well, to make a long story short, we were horny. We had been flirting discreetly for over an hour and we couldn’t take it anymore. When he walked past me and whispered, "I want you," in my ear, I knew we were not going to be able to wait until the end of the day. We were all working on a song and deeply focused on it when he announced, "I’m gonna take a quick break guys, I need some fresh air." I watched him walk to his bag and retrieve something from it, which I knew had to be a packet of lube. My cock immediately responded to the thought of fucking him. "Me too, I need a drink. Can you guys work on this part with Damon for a bit, I’ll be right back," I told Dylan and Jordan. They kept playing and none of them seemed to want to come on a break with us. I hoped what I had told them to do would last them long enough and I headed out of the studio as well. I caught up with Rob where he waited for me, his hand on the restroom doorknob. We eagerly walked inside and I closed and locked the door behind me. When I turned around he placed both his hands on my neck and crashed his lips on mine with a passion I would never tire of. I wrapped my arms under his and grabbed his shoulders as he kissed me with need. He bit at my lower lip and our tongues roughly played with each other. My cock responded immediately. The kiss got us even more worked up and he moaned loudly when I slipped both my hands under his t-shirt and slightly pulled on his nipple. "I’m so horny," he moaned in my mouth as I pulled off his t shirt. "Same here. Please, tell me that was lube you took out of your bag," I asked him urgently. He smiled, still licking my lips, "Oh yeah, you’re gonna fuck me!" I smiled, eager as always, and grabbed his crotch, "Let me suck on this first!" I unbuttoned his jeans and slipped my hand in his underwear. I let my knees drop to the floor and took his very hard dick out of his briefs and into my mouth. I worked his foreskin down, exposing the head and I wrapped my lips tightly around the tip before rolling around the head inside my mouth. I tasted his precum and took more of him. He soon slowly thrust his cock deeper into my mouth as he moved his hips to fuck my face. I let him do this for a moment and the more I took, the more I wanted to take. His dick entered my throat and I tried to relax. "Oh, fuck, yeah," he sighed. His moans of intense pleasure encouraged me to do it a couple more times and then I started blowing him again, deepthroating him from time to time. My own cock was painfully hard and stuck in my jeans. I kept blowing him while I reached for it and started stroking myself. When he saw me doing that, he made me stand up again and pushed my body closer to the counter edge. I let my jeans fall to my ankles and leaned against the countertop before climbing on it. He rapidly pulled my t shirt over my head, his hand roamed across my chest. He licked and bit my nipples before wrapping his lips around my cock. I moaned when he started sucking on the head, going down just a few inches before going back up, keeping up a fast rhythm. He took more into his mouth until my cock was buried inside and repeated the action. He blew me for a moment and when he stopped, he brought his lips to mine. Still stroking me, he murmured sensually, "Your dick is so fucking hard, I love it!" "Yeah," I moaned. "that’s how much I want you." "Come on, fuck me with that gorgeous dick of yours," he pleaded with a moan. I smiled and took his face in my hands. I kissed him intensely and said, "I’m gonna fuck you so hard!" "Oh yeah, that’s all I’ve been thinking about all day!" I stood behind him and he laid himself over the countertop. "Come on," he laughed, handing me the packet of lube. "fuck me." I opened it, lubed up my cock and brought my hand to his inviting hole, "Don't worry about getting me ready, just give it to me." I obeyed and moved my very hard cock into position and pressed it into him. It was met with a bit more resistance than I was used to and I had to push a bit harder to pop the head through. "Oohh yeah," he moaned. I pushed further into him and before long my cock was fully up his ass, and I began fucking him - slowly at first. Then I started to increase my pace, much to his delight. "Yeah," he moaned. "fuck me, fuck me hard." I caressed his back, while my eyes were fixed on my cock sliding in and out of his tight hole, turning me on even more. "You're so fucking hot," he panted, watching me in the mirror focusing on how the muscles in my chest tightened as I fucked him. I smiled and started to plunge my cock in and out of his hole, causing him to moan wildly each time I re-entered him. "Oh fuck, Mark," he sighed. I reached for his cock and pulled it hard, making him whimper and push himself harder against my cock, making all sorts of noises, that let me know he was really loving this. His smooth pole was hard as a rock and I wondered if all gay couples were capable of being as turned on by each other as we were. Then I held his hips tight and I fucked him hard, listening to the sound of my cock sliding in and out of him. "Oh God, yes," he squealed in delight. My hand travelled up his back to his shoulders. I grabbed them and fucked him for all I was worth. He started groaning and reached for his cock. I felt his ass tighten and he went weak, I had to hold him tight as his knees buckled and he shot load after load. Thrusting into him a few more times, I cried out, "Oh God, Rob I'm gonna cum." "Oh yeah!" he answered. "Cum baby, I wanna feel you cum." I grabbed his chest and I came hard, spilling my load inside of him, feeling like it would never end. I slowed down my rhythm, eventually coming to a stop as we tried to catch our breath, I leaned down and kissed the smooth skin of his back. "I guess I knew we weren't gonna be able to wait until tonight," I sighed. He laughed, "Oh we can still do it tonight!" We hurriedly cleaned ourselves a little and hoped the guys hadn’t gone looking for us. Before going back into the studio we stopped briefly, not wanting to let go of each other, he pushed me gently against the wall and kissed me tenderly one last time. We got lost in the kiss, I put my hand in his hair and drew him closer and he grabbed the back of my neck with one hand and the kiss got deeper and more intense. And that’s the moment Jordan chose to come out of the studio, looking for us. "What the fuck are you guys doing?" we heard him ask in surprise. Rob let go of my neck and backed away from me in a flash. He stared at me, putting his hand over his mouth. He removed it and mouthed, "Fuck!" I glanced at Jordan, "Nothing!" I replied quickly, even though I knew what he had seen was very clear and that he had probably been standing there for a moment. "You were snogging each other's faces off," he stated. We didn’t say anything, we couldn’t say anything. We both had a slight nervous smile on our faces and we almost wanted to laugh at the unlikeliness if the situation. Why did he have to walk out at that moment? He just watched us and announced, "Hold on a minute, stay right here," and he went back into the studio. "Shit!" I said to Rob, biting my nail, "Shit!" I repeated, almost laughing. "Where's he going? What's he gonna do?" Rob asked me. "Oh crap, he’s gonna have a little fun of his own with this, isn’t he?" "Maybe we should run for our lives," I joked and he laughed anxiously. Jordan came back with Damon and Dylan following him. "Oh come on!" Rob exclaimed, turning to me as soon as he saw them. Jordan looked at them and proudly said, "So, guess what, guys?" he announced. "Rob has finally come out to me!" "I did not!" Rob exclaimed. "You mean, you aren't gay?" Jordan asked him, in a tone that implied he already knew the answer. "What… you know?" "Oh, Rob, come on, we all know! We were only waiting for you to say it out loud," he answered with a laugh. "What about all the hot girls who want to shag you after gigs but who, for some reason, are never good enough for you?" he said inquisitively. "And because I'm not sure what's going on here," he said waving at me, "I won't mention all the dudes I've seen you flirting with!" Rob looked at me, puzzled, his eyes asking me if I knew. I just shrugged my shoulders, raised my hands a little and shook my head. Of course I knew, I was included in their conversations, but I was not going to confirm their suspicions to them. "Although, he had an interesting way of doing it!" Jordan added, turning back to Damon and Dylan. "Why?" Damon asked laughing. "He was just kissing Mark!" he replied with a nod. They both looked at us and exclaimed with a laugh, "Whaaat!", not believing him. "Interesting, huh? Would you mind explaining this to us?" he asked, staring at me. I smiled nervously. This was too much. This was typical Jordan behaviour. He WAS having fun with this. But I didn’t even want to talk, and neither did Rob. "What do you mean, he was kissing Mark?" Dylan asked him. "What do you think I mean? They were kissing, like full on! Like they were gonna have sex!" He turned to us and exclaimed, "Oh my god, have you just done it here?" Jord pointed at the door to the restroom just beyond where Rob and I stood. We just looked at each other and laughed at the way he had said that and I guess that was our answer. He just shook his head, while Damon and Dylan didn't seem to understand what they were hearing. "Mark?" Damon asked, as if he had just realized something. "Is this why you broke up with Rachel?" He didn’t seem to quite believe what he was saying. I stared at him, "Yeah", I answered simply. "FASCINATING!" Jordan exclaimed loudly. I shook my head with a laugh. I couldn’t help it. He was actually funny. He turned to Damon and Dylan, "Either of you two gay?" They both laughed and shook their heads to answer no. "Two out of five, damn, that’s not very rock'n'roll!" he joked. "Wait!" Dylan said, looking straight at me. "Are you gay?" he asked inquisitively, needing me to confirm it. "Are you stupid?" Jordan asked him with the same tone of voice. "Well, Mark’s not gay!" Dylan said. "You obviously haven’t witnessed what I’ve just witnessed," Jordan told him, faking being a bit revolted. Dylan laughed and continued, "I mean what is this? What are you doing, just exploring, are you, like, just, is it, just, sex?" he was all confused. "No, no, I’m gay!" I confirmed. "Since when?" he asked, totally shocked. "Since… June, or even way before, I just didn’t realise it." I replied. "Oh!" Jordan said. "So basically around the same time we all started having suspicions about Rob!" Rob turned to me and gave me an inquisitive look. I let out a laugh, "What! Don’t give me that look!" "You could've told me that they knew!" "Oh, come on, they didn’t know anything, really. It was just boy talk. They were just taking the piss out of you for not showing an interest in all those would-be groupies!" "Well, you could've at least told me that they suspected!" "Right! And what would you have done? You would've told them? Made out with a girl? What?" "I don’t know. But I would've liked to know." "Come on, you HAD to know! He was always making jokes," I said, briefly looking over at Jordan. "Yeah, they were jokes. Jordan's always joking around." Jordan just laughed, "And now they’re arguing! Boy, so they really are a couple, aren’t they!" "Ok, I’m gonna need to know more than that!" Dylan said in a more serious tone. "Rob? Seriously, explain!" he asked, staring at him, needing to understand what was going on between us. Sensing his confusion, Rob sighed and searched for his words, "Look, I’m gay," he simply said, there really was no need to assert this more, "and… to be totally honest, I’ve been in love with Mark for, like, well, as long as I can remember." They were silent and a bit surprised, waiting to hear more, sometimes glancing at me. "I'd never told him. But recently, things just sort of happened between us. I don’t think you need to know all the details, really. But basically, yeah, we’re together, like, we’re in love. I love him, so much, and… " he stopped and looked at me. They all did. Apparently, it was my turn to speak. I sighed, and thought about how I could best explain this to them. "Well, you know we’ve always been close, because of my parents and all. And I kinda had feelings for him but I just didn’t think I was gay. I didn’t quite understand it. I thought it was just, 'cause we were close…until… it happened. It’s a long story really, but yeah, I’m gay, I know that now, I’m sure of it." "Woah!" Damon said. "So, that’s what ‘Yellow’ is about?" Jordan made a face, "You’re very clever, aren’t you? I wasn’t even thinking about Rachel, or that song." "Yeah, I am. Makes sense!" Damon stated. We grew silent. They were taking it in and we didn’t really know what more to say. "Are you guys ok with this?" I asked anxiously after a moment. "Oh come on," Jordan said, a lot more serious. "D'you really need to ask? We’ve never been the type to make all sorts of insulting homophobic comments, have we?" "Yeah, it’s just gonna take some time to get used to this. Good thing we already suspected about you," Dylan added, looking at Rob. "Well, I'm gonna need to process this," Jordan sighed. "I don’t think I want to go back in the studio now. What about we call it a day?" "Yeah, let’s go have a drink somewhere," Damon suggested. We went back into the studio to get our stuff and tidy up a bit and Rob and I started talking about what had just happened, whispering. "You know, I’m not gonna believe this until I actually see them kiss!" we heard Dylan mutter under his breath to Jordan. Rob laughed and we looked at them. "You heard him?" Rob asked me in a whisper. "Yeah, I heard him," I replied the same way. He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me in for a kiss that was both tender and passionate. "Ok, I believe it!" Dylan exclaimed. And so they knew. We went out for some drinks and tried not to behave any differently. We did talk about it a little but we didn't change our behaviour tremendously. It took a while before we started acting as a couple around them. It happened day after day during the recording of the album. We would sometimes kiss or hug, and they gradually got used to seeing us show affection to each other, or talk about our relationship. "I still can't get my head around this," Dylan joked, shaking his head. "I can't really imagine you two together." "Well, then, don't!" Rob joked, understanding he was talking about picturing us having sex or something. They laughed. "That was so funny though," Jordan laughed. "I was like standing there, watching you make out, and it was like…WHAT THE FUCK! I mean, I knew you were gay, like for sure!" he said, pointing at Rob, who frowned slightly. "Come on, who would turn down so many girls!!" he exclaimed. "I was about to confront you with it you know, soon. I wouldn't even have believed you if you'd told me you were straight! But fuck, I was like watching you, and it didn't register at first. How did it even start?" "We're not gonna get into any details, told you," Rob said matter-of-factly. "Come on, we don't wanna know about you two doing it," he laughed. "Well, I just asked him if he was gay, and it just snowballed from there," I explained with a laugh. He raised his eyebrows and seemed thoughtful, "Well, thank god I didn't have to ask you then!" he joked. We laughed and I added quietly, "I actually wanted something to happen, Jord!" "Ohhh! So you knew you were gay!" I shook my head, "Not really, no. I just… wanted…" I looked at Rob and he said, laughingly "You just wanted me!’ "Oh god, I think we've heard enough!" Damon laughed, and then he asked with curiosity, "Have you actually told Rachel?" "Yeah, she knows everything." I admitted. "Really? I asked her what happened between the two of you but she wouldn't say." I smiled and turned to Rob, "See, told you she wouldn't say anything." He just shrugged. "How did she take it? I mean, she came over to my place, like on Wednesday, and she cried on my shoulder the whole evening you know, and she just wouldn't explain anything." "Sorry," I apologised, "I haven't talked to her since then. I couldn't. It was hard enough breaking up with her. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do." "Well, I guess, now that we all know, we can maybe make it easier for her." "Do you still… love her?" he asked timidly. "I'm not in love with her anymore. I'm not even sure I ever really was … it's not…" Rob was looking at me and I looked into his eyes, wanting to say that what I felt for him was a lot stronger that what I had ever felt for her, and that I now knew what it really felt like to be in love with someone, but I didn't really want to get into that kind of detail with them. I kind of had the feeling that they understood, so I didn't add anything. "But I do love her though. I just can't be … her boyfriend anymore." Damon sighed. "That's gotta be tough for her." "I know. But…what else can I do? I've been lying to her for the past two months, she deserved to know." "I'll talk to her," he promised. "Thanks. I hope she'll be okay." "Are you gonna tell your parents?" Dylan asked. Jordan laughed, "You want him to get killed?" he asked him, pointing at me. "I was thinking about Rob!" he said. "No way," Rob told them, "I'm not ready to do that. But I kinda think my mum's suspecting something." I agreed with him, she probably was, but so far, she hadn't confronted us with it. "Jeez, I swear Mark, be careful, like, make sure your dad doesn't find out and Thomas also," Dylan recommended to me, my brother being one hell of an asshole as well. He was always aggressive and disrespectful. He never shared anything with me and always blamed everything bad he did on me to get me in trouble, and it would always work. He knew my father would be on his side no matter what. I was the bad son and he was the good one and he’d always taken advantage of this. My father would never hit him. He would always approve of everything Thomas did and I had never been able to figure out why. He hated me, but he loved Thomas. Everything I did, everything I said was wrong, and Thomas and I, we simply didn't have the same father. He treated the two of us in a completely different ways. I knew there had to be a reason for that. Maybe Thomas was simply more like him, as they shared the same interests. Maybe he had been able to connect with our father, and I hadn't. I guess my father had always believed that I would never amount to much. I was a dreamer... and I was pretty sure he still thought that what I wanted to do with my life was useless to society. We didn't live on the same planet and I believed that neither did Thomas and I. I let out a chuckle, "Yeah, I'll be careful. I'll be out of that house soon anyway. I already am! And they don't give a shit! I've barely slept there for the past two months, and nobody's asking any questions. Once we leave, I'm never going back!" "Good call!" Jordan said. "But if anything happens, you know we have your back!" Jordan said to me and I smiled, thankful to have such good friends. Fortunately for me, my family never found out and when we finally moved out of our parents' homes to promote our first album, nothing had happened. After we had finished our drink, Jordan went back to the bar and I went with him. "So, are you sure?" he asked as we were waiting for our drinks. "Dude, I never would've broken up with Rach if I hadn't been sure. Don't ask me to explain it, alright." He nodded. "Hey, that's cool, man. You need to do what's right for you. I'm not even that surprised you know." "You're not?" "Rob's gay, I knew that. You knew that. It was obvious he was into you. I didn't think you were – gay – I mean – but I've always wondered though – about you too." "You have?" I frowned. "Yeah," he confirmed. "I've wondered. I guess I was right. You're my best friend, and I can sense these things. You know what, it makes sense that you'd want to be together, I get that." The bartender came back with our drinks. Jordan grabbed them and handed me one of the glasses. "Cheers, faggot!" he said laughing – his way of telling me that he was cool with it. I chuckled. I loved that about Jordan. He was such a great friend. We could say anything to each other and know instantly whether we were serious or joking. Nothing was ever misinterpreted. He was super open-minded too. He just wanted to have a laugh, enjoy the people around him and just enjoy the day with anyone he was with, gay, straight, or whatever, it was all lovely to him. -------- We started college in October and worked in the studio until Rob and I turned 19 in May. We mostly worked there at weekends, sometimes in the evening, during holiday breaks and to be honest we often skipped lessons to play. We continued playing live gigs. To make a long story short, we were extremely busy. And in July, almost a year after having entered the studio for the first time, the album was out! And it turned out to be so much better because of what was happening between Robbie and me. The first single out of it was actually ‘Yellow’. Funny that I didn’t even want it on the album when I wrote it. It was an immediate hit. After writing "Yellow," our experience of our time in the studio became very different. We were not in there to record and improve already written songs, we were also in there to create new ones. And so the recording lasted a lot longer than planned in the first place. I decided to stop being afraid. I took all of the melodies I had scribbled and songs started to emerge. Great songs. Rob and I worked a lot on them alone, and then, it was like a production line. We would start off with the basis of a song like chords and a melody and maybe some lyrics, and then when we took the song ideas to the guys, if they approved, we would all work together on them and it would just kind of develop and evolve; after a while everything just added up. This whole process was so exciting and exhilarating to us. Each of us would add their own stuff until it all sparked off, and our songwriting process felt like a big chemical reaction. Rob and I wrote lyrics that seemed to flow so naturally, about us, about how we felt, about our newfound relationship. Of course, we tried to keep a detached approach and to make them universal so that everybody would be able to relate to them. Five songs were added to the tracklist, and others were discarded. We composed "Green eyes" which was a bit cheesy and obviously inspired by Rob’s eyes, but it was a great ballad. The lyrics were actually more meant for me. He told me he wanted to be able to think of me while singing the song and I did have green eyes as well. It was really about the both of us depending on the lyrics. It was also nice to be out to our friends, and therefore to be able to write songs about our relationship without having to explain ourselves. The main lyrics went like this, Honey you are a rock Upon which I stand And I come here to talk I hope you understand The green eyes, yeah the spotlight, shines upon you And how could anybody deny you ….. We had a hard time finding the right way to play a song we called "In my Place" and spent a long time writing and recording this one together. In the lyrics,we tried to translate our feelings in the most subtle and simplest way possible, our fear of being gay, of saying it out loud, of admitting our true feelings to each other. In my place, in my place Were lines that I couldn't change I was lost, oh yeah Crossed lines I shouldn't have crossed I was lost, oh yeah I was scared, I was scared Tired and under prepared But I wait for it We wrote another ballad, "Trouble", which was a very melodic song. It revolved round the piano, combined with my guitar work. The result was stunning. Then the drums and the bass sounds added a dramatic effect. Rob’s vocal were powerful and full of genuine emotions. It was about Rachel in a way, but also about Rob, and just the fact that being gay might get us into a bit of trouble in the future. The chorus was, And I never meant to cause you trouble And I never meant to do you wrong And well if I ever caused you trouble Oh no I never meant to do you harm And finally, Rob had written the lyrics to the last one. We called it "A rush of blood to the head" and it was about him wanting to protect me from that hell hole house I had to grow up in. It was about my family, about my emotionally abusive parents and all that they had put me through growing up, the physical violence, the bruises, the threatening, the screaming, the lack of parental care and love that would have probably left me scarred for life if I hadn’t been able to escape to Rob’s. It was a way of getting revenge for how they had treated me over the years. I absolutely loved it, I really did, I couldn’t get enough of listening to him sing these lyrics. It may not have been the best song of the album for some, but it was definitely my favourite. When the album was out and critiques started being written, this is what you could read about this song:- Completely extraordinary. This song is marvellously written and simmers slowly for two minutes or so before exploding into life with pure emotion that drags you in. This is the most powerful song on this debut album, Politik being a close second, with a chorus that can probably be heard from Mars, and deserves to be recognised as a classic. Yep, about right! The lyrics went like this, You said I'm gonna buy this place and burn it down I'm gonna put it six feet underground ….. Oh I'm gonna buy this place and start a fire Stand here until I fill all your hearts desires Because I'm gonna buy this place and see it burn And do back the things it did to you in return. This last line right there caused me to cry a little when he wrote it, and still moves me to this day. It went on like that, gaining power as the song progressed. All the other tracks were songs we had already written and that we improved during the recording, such as Shiver, Sparks, Clocks, Spies and Politik, that the guy from BMG had loved so much. The whole album got really enthusiastic reviews from music magazines. It was what mattered the most to us, so we were overly thrilled. There were obviously critics too, and we had read some stuff that really hurt, but the music journalists were mostly very positive and we tried to not let any of the bad ones get to us. Throughout the Internet, you could read short reviews of the album published by fans, which left us speechless. It was so lovely to read how much they already loved us. A few of my favourites were, "This album is one of the best debut album ever. Every song’s meaningful and potentially can be single (not only Yellow, Politik, Shiver). This is pure music art. These five guys are so ridiculously hot and talented" "Their debut album secret arsenal comprises frontman Robbie Myers 's voice – Mark Emery’s terrific electric guitar riffs- Dylan Lane’s phenomenal piano skills and some persuasive melodies. Certain albums are timeless, this is one of them. This album will go down in history as one of the greatest" " An album full of otherworldly music. The sad feelings that eminate from ‘Trouble's’ guitar chords... The joy that is ‘Yellow’... The tribute to a lover that is ‘Green eyes’. . . The electricity of ‘Shiver’ (My favorite song of the whole album). . . the fantastic pop tune that is ‘In my place’. . . The drama of ‘Politik’ . . The mesmerizing chorus of ‘A rush of blood’. . . The beautiful piano and emotional and epic effect of ‘Clocks’. . . the bass line and beauty of ‘Sparks’… ! This is a superb album that might just capture your heart and your imagination. I LOVE it ! I find myself replaying this endlessly. Let me talk more about two songs, first ‘A rush of blood’ actually gives me a rush of blood to the head. I don't know how a song can make you happy by making you sad, but this one does it. Simply amazing. Secondly, ‘Shiver’, the fantastic heartbreaking vocals, the lyrics which cut straight through the heart. This song carries you through adolescence, falling in and out of love, the song is the first song where I felt like someone else got me, got my adolescent pain of just wanting to be loved and wanting to give love." "This is a very impressive and strong debut album for such a young band. Every track is excellent but among the most noteworthy is Yellow, A rush of blood, Shiver, and Politik. It recalls U2's’The Joshua Tree’, and not just for its stunning guitar work but for its wild passion and spiraling tension-and-release dynamics. It sets an incredible standard that the band will have to keep up. I can’t believe they’re not even twenty years old yet! They can still grow and evolve so much more! Good luck to them" "Wow....it doesn't get any better than this. A masterpiece. If you have not bought this album yet, I recommend it very highly as it contains some truly wonderful moments that will catapult U-N-I into rock's super league. Their new album is predicted in a couple of years, and could well raise the bar still further. If you get the chance as well, see them live. They put on a great show and Robbie has immense charisma." "Well, this is really good. By listening to their music, it feels as if they have been in the music scene for years and years. But, the truth of it is it's just their first album and I'm telling you, they’re here to stay for a long long time indeed. Way to go, U-N-I. I'm a hard rock/hip-hop fan, so I don't listen to your type of music all that much. But even I can say this album is awesome. When it’s all said and done, this will go down as the album of the decade because of its universal likability" " In a word: brilliant. This album is stunningly beautiful and powerful. It is exciting and intelligent from start to finish. Impressive accomplishment. This is one of those albums that takes multiple listens and has a lasting appeal. One of those albums that will truly change your life, all of these songs are ones that you can listen to over and over and never get tired of" "This debut album is, without doubt, a fantastic achievement. But for me, that's not the point. People can rave about the album's sales, or maybe complain about the band drawing heavy influences and therefore coming off as unoriginal. But it’s how the music makes you feel, how it reaches you, that matters. That, to me, is more important than anything. The album is a beautifully compelling album, with a variety of songs that evoke different emotions from me every time I listen to them. What more can I say? It's an incredible album " Needless to say, we were all over the place as soon as the album was released, and much to our amazement, it reached number 1 two weeks after its release. We were over the moon. I don’t think we had fully realized how good our songs were and sounded to others. We were still very reticent about them and we didn’t feel that they were that good. We couldn’t get our heads around the immediate success the album received. And it was just the beginning, now it was going to be all about promoting, touring and growing as a band. We couldn’t wait. ---------------------- End of Part 1
<div id="readability-content"><h1>U-N-I Chapter 5</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> <p><span>The following story is entirely a work of fiction. The characters are not based on any particular celebrity but the story is about fictional characters, who are celebrities in the story. The music used in this story will be music by the band Coldplay.</span></p><p><span>Let me know what you think of the story at </span><span><a href="mailto:[email protected]">[email protected]</a></span></p><p><span>and check out my tumblr blog at</span><span><a href="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://u-n-i-live.tumblr.com/&amp;sa=D&amp;ust=1578178394333000">&nbsp;https://u-n-i-live.tumblr.com/</a></span></p><p><span>-------------------</span></p><p><span>I waited a few days before talking to Rachel. I knew I was going to come out to her, and it wasn’t going to be an easy thing to do.</span></p><p><span>One evening, she called me to find out when we’d be out of the studio and I knew the time had come. I went to her place and told her the whole truth. She was gobsmacked of course. She refused to believe me and asked me a million questions but after a while, it eventually started to sink in.</span></p><p><span>"How can you do this to me?" she asked.</span></p><p><span>"Believe me, I wish I didn’t have to do this to you. I’m so sorry, I don’t want to see you hurt, but I can’t keep lying to you."</span></p><p><span>"You can’t be gay, I know you’re not!"</span></p><p><span>"I told you, I am. And I love him. I can’t fight it."</span></p><p><span>"Of course you love him, he’s your best friend. That doesn't mean you have to fuck him just 'cause he tells you he's gay" she said, raising her voice. "gee, it’s Rob, the guy’s gorgeous, look at him! All my friends are in love with him!"</span></p><p><span>"I AM looking at him."</span></p><p><span>"Maybe he’s messing with your head, because he’s sooo... " she couldn’t find the right words, but I knew what she meant. "You’re just confused 'cause he tells you he loves you."</span></p><p><span>"Rach, no, he’s not messing with my head, and I’m not confused anymore! What we have is not infatuation. I’m in love with him. I love him just as much as he loves me," I said with more self-assurance every time I admitted how I felt.</span></p><p><span>"Oh come on, stop saying that!" she pleaded.</span></p><p><span>"That’s just the truth, and you’re gonna have to accept it!" I told her matter-of-factly.</span></p><p><span>"So, that’s it, we’re done. Just like that?" she asked, still not wanting to believe it.</span></p><p><span>"Yeah, I’m afraid so. I love you Rach, I really do. I care so much about you, but I don't love you in </span><span>that</span><span>&nbsp;way anymore," as I said it I began to wonder if I ever truly </span><span>had.</span></p><p><span>"Aren’t you gonna change you mind about this?" she asked as tears filled up her eyes.</span></p><p><span>"I’m not," I answered, reaching over to her to take her in my arms, "I’m so sorry," I told her again.</span></p><p><span>She cried on my shoulder for a while and I just let her.</span></p><p><span>"You’re gonna be so hard to get over. I always thought I’d marry you someday."</span></p><p><span>"I’m sorry," I repeated, feeling so sad to end things with her in a way, to hurt her like this.</span></p><p><span>It was so hard to break up with her, even though I honestly didn't think of her as a girlfriend anymore, but I still considered her as a friend.</span></p><p><span>After a moment, I told her,</span></p><p><span>"We can still be friends, when you feel ready. I want you to be happy. I don’t want you to hang on to me."</span></p><p><span>She nodded,</span></p><p><span>"Well, firstly, you’re gay, and secondly, you’re with Robbie, I don’t think I can compete here." she let out a chuckle, "He’s fucking lucky! I’m gonna kick his ass!" she said, her voice tearing up.</span></p><p><span>"Ok, I’ll let you do that. He deserves it!"</span></p><p><span>She let out a laugh as she tried to wipe her eyes.</span></p><p><span>"Rach, please, can you… ," I began asking.</span></p><p><span>She looked up at me and said,</span></p><p><span>"I won’t tell anyone," understanding what it was I was asking.</span></p><p><span>I smiled,</span></p><p><span>"Thanks. I'm not ready to have everyone know."</span></p><p><span>"Are you at least gonna tell Dylan, Damon and Jord?"</span></p><p><span>I sighed. I knew the next step would be to come out to our friends, and that seemed an even harder thing to do. Although I knew they were open-minded enough to accept it Rob and I hadn’t really talked about it but we both knew we would have to do it soon.</span></p><p><span>That day came a lot sooner than we had expected though. About a week later, we had been in the studio all day working on a new song and the atmosphere between Rob and I was a bit electric because of lyrics we were working on, and, well, to make a long story short, we were horny. We had been flirting discreetly for over an hour and we couldn’t take it anymore.</span></p><p><span>When he walked past me and whispered,</span></p><p><span>"I want you," in my ear, I knew we were not going to be able to wait until the end of the day.</span></p><p><span>We were all working on a song and deeply focused on it when he announced,</span></p><p><span>"I’m gonna take a quick break guys, I need some fresh air."</span></p><p><span>I watched him walk to his bag and retrieve something from it, which I knew had to be a packet of lube. My cock immediately responded to the thought of fucking him.</span></p><p><span>"Me too, I need a drink. Can you guys work on this part with Damon for a bit, I’ll be right back," I told Dylan and Jordan.</span></p><p><span>They kept playing and none of them seemed to want to come on a break with us. I hoped what I had told them to do would last them long enough and I headed out of the studio as well. I caught up with Rob where he waited for me, his hand on the restroom doorknob. We eagerly walked inside and I closed and locked the door behind me. When I turned around he placed both his hands on my neck and crashed his lips on mine with a passion I would never tire of.</span></p><p><span>I wrapped my arms under his and grabbed his shoulders as he kissed me with need. He bit at my lower lip and our tongues roughly played with each other. My cock responded immediately. The kiss got us even more worked up and he moaned loudly when I slipped both my hands under his t-shirt and slightly pulled on his nipple.</span></p><p><span>"I’m so horny," he moaned in my mouth as I pulled off his t shirt.</span></p><p><span>"Same here. Please, tell me that was lube you took out of your bag," I asked him urgently.</span></p><p><span>He smiled, still licking my lips,</span></p><p><span>"Oh yeah, you’re gonna fuck me!"</span></p><p><span>I smiled, eager as always, and grabbed his crotch,</span></p><p><span>"Let me suck on this first!"</span></p><p><span>I unbuttoned his jeans and slipped my hand in his underwear. I let my knees drop to the floor and took his very hard dick out of his briefs and into my mouth. I worked his foreskin down, exposing the head and I wrapped my lips tightly around the tip before rolling around the head inside my mouth. I tasted his precum and took more of him. He soon slowly thrust his cock deeper into my mouth as he moved his hips to fuck my face. I let him do this for a moment and the more I took, the more I wanted to take. His dick entered my throat and I tried to relax.</span></p><p><span>"Oh, fuck, yeah," he sighed.</span></p><p><span>His moans of intense pleasure encouraged me to do it a couple more times and then I started blowing him again, deepthroating him from time to time. &nbsp;My own cock was painfully hard and stuck in my jeans. I kept blowing him while I reached for it and started stroking myself. When he saw me doing that, he made me stand up again and pushed my body closer to the counter edge. I let my jeans fall to my ankles and leaned against the countertop before climbing on it.</span></p><p><span>He rapidly pulled my t shirt over my head, his hand roamed across my chest. He licked and bit my nipples before wrapping his lips around my cock. I moaned when he started sucking on the head, going down just a few inches before going back up, keeping up a fast rhythm. He took more into his mouth until my cock was buried inside and repeated the action. He blew me for a moment and when he stopped, he brought his lips to mine.</span></p><p><span>Still stroking me, he murmured sensually,</span></p><p><span>"Your dick is so fucking hard, I love it!"</span></p><p><span>"Yeah," I moaned. "that’s how much I want you."</span></p><p><span>"Come on, fuck me with that gorgeous dick of yours," he pleaded with a moan.</span></p><p><span>I smiled and took his face in my hands. I kissed him intensely and said,</span></p><p><span>"I’m gonna fuck you so hard!"</span></p><p><span>"Oh yeah, that’s all I’ve been thinking about all day!"</span></p><p><span>I stood behind him and he laid himself over the countertop.</span></p><p><span>"Come on," he laughed, handing me the packet of lube. "fuck me."</span></p><p><span>I opened it, lubed up my cock and brought my hand to his inviting hole,</span></p><p><span>"Don't worry about getting me ready, just give it to me."</span></p><p><span>I obeyed and moved my very hard cock into position and pressed it into him. It was met with a bit more resistance than I was used to and I had to push a bit harder to pop the head through.</span></p><p><span>"Oohh yeah," he moaned. I pushed further into him and before long my cock was fully up his ass, and I began fucking him - slowly at first.</span></p><p><span>Then I started to increase my pace, much to his delight.</span></p><p><span>"Yeah," he moaned. "fuck me, fuck me hard."</span></p><p><span>I caressed his back, while my eyes were fixed on my cock sliding in and out of his tight hole, turning me on even more.</span></p><p><span>"You're so fucking hot," he panted, watching me in the mirror focusing on how the muscles in my chest tightened as I fucked him.</span></p><p><span>I smiled and started to plunge my cock in and out of his hole, causing him to moan wildly each time I re-entered him.</span></p><p><span>"Oh fuck, Mark," he sighed.</span></p><p><span>I reached for his cock and pulled it hard, making him whimper and push himself harder against my cock, making all sorts of noises, that let me know he was really loving this. His smooth pole was hard as a rock and I wondered if all gay couples were capable of being as turned on by each other as we were.</span></p><p><span>Then I held his hips tight and I fucked him hard, listening to the sound of my cock sliding in and out of him.</span></p><p><span>"Oh God, yes," he squealed in delight.</span></p><p><span>My hand travelled up his back to his shoulders. I grabbed them and fucked him for all I was worth. He started groaning and reached for his cock. I felt his ass tighten and he went weak, I had to hold him tight as his knees buckled and he shot load after load.</span></p><p><span>Thrusting into him a few more times, I cried out,</span></p><p><span>"Oh God, Rob I'm gonna cum."</span></p><p><span>"Oh yeah!" he answered. "Cum baby, I wanna feel you cum."</span></p><p><span>I grabbed his chest and I came hard, spilling my load inside of him, feeling like it would never end. I slowed down my rhythm, eventually coming to a stop as we tried to catch our breath, I leaned down and kissed the smooth skin of his back.</span></p><p><span>"I guess I knew we weren't gonna be able to wait until tonight," I sighed.</span></p><p><span>He laughed,</span></p><p><span>"Oh we can still do it tonight!"</span></p><p><span>We hurriedly cleaned ourselves a little and hoped the guys hadn’t gone looking for us.</span></p><p><span>Before going back into the studio we stopped briefly, not wanting to let go of each other, he pushed me gently against the wall and kissed me tenderly one last time. We got lost in the kiss, I put my hand in his hair and drew him closer and he grabbed the back of my neck with one hand and the kiss got deeper and more intense.</span></p><p><span>And that’s the moment Jordan chose to come out of the studio, looking for us.</span></p><p><span>"What the fuck are you guys doing?" we heard him ask in surprise.</span></p><p><span>Rob let go of my neck and backed away from me in a flash. He stared at me, putting his hand over his mouth. He removed it and mouthed,</span></p><p><span>"Fuck!"</span></p><p><span>I glanced at Jordan,</span></p><p><span>"Nothing!" I replied quickly, even though I knew what he had seen was very clear and that he had probably been standing there for a moment.</span></p><p><span>"You were snogging each other's faces off," he stated.</span></p><p><span>We didn’t say anything, we couldn’t say anything. We both had a slight nervous smile on our faces and we almost wanted to laugh at the unlikeliness if the situation. Why did he have to walk out at that moment?</span></p><p><span>He just watched us and announced,</span></p><p><span>"Hold on a minute, stay right here," and he went back into the studio.</span></p><p><span>"Shit!" I said to Rob, biting my nail, "Shit!" I repeated, almost laughing.</span></p><p><span>"Where's he going? What's he gonna do?" Rob asked me. "Oh crap, he’s gonna have a little fun of his own with this, isn’t he?"</span></p><p><span>"Maybe we should run for our lives," I joked and he laughed anxiously.</span></p><p><span>Jordan came back with Damon and Dylan following him.</span></p><p><span>"Oh come on!" Rob exclaimed, turning to me as soon as he saw them.</span></p><p><span>Jordan looked at them and proudly said,</span></p><p><span>"So, guess what, guys?" he announced. "Rob has finally come out to me!"</span></p><p><span>"I did not!" Rob exclaimed.</span></p><p><span>"You mean, you aren't gay?" Jordan asked him, in a tone that implied he already knew the answer.</span></p><p><span>"What… you know?"</span></p><p><span>"Oh, Rob, come on, we all know! We were only waiting for you to say it out loud," he answered with a laugh. "What about all the hot girls who want to shag you after gigs but who, for some reason, are never good enough for you?" he said inquisitively. "And because I'm not sure what's going on here," he said waving at me, "I won't mention all the dudes I've seen you flirting with!"</span></p><p><span>Rob looked at me, puzzled, his eyes asking me if I knew. I just shrugged my shoulders, raised my hands a little and shook my head. Of course I knew, I was included in their conversations, but I was not going to confirm their suspicions to them.</span></p><p><span>"Although, he had an interesting way of doing it!" Jordan added, turning back to Damon and Dylan.</span></p><p><span>"Why?" Damon asked laughing.</span></p><p><span>"He was just kissing Mark!" he replied with a nod.</span></p><p><span>They both looked at us and exclaimed with a laugh,</span></p><p><span>"Whaaat!", not believing him.</span></p><p><span>"Interesting, huh? Would you mind explaining this to us?" he asked, staring at me.</span></p><p><span>I smiled nervously. This was too much. This was typical Jordan behaviour. He WAS having fun with this.</span></p><p><span>But I didn’t even want to talk, and neither did Rob.</span></p><p><span>"What do you mean, he was kissing Mark?" Dylan asked him.</span></p><p><span>"What do you think I mean? They were kissing, like full on! Like they were gonna have sex!"</span></p><p><span>He turned to us and exclaimed,</span></p><p><span>"Oh my god, have you just done it here?" Jord pointed at the door to the restroom just beyond where Rob and I stood.</span></p><p><span>We just looked at each other and laughed at the way he had said that and I guess that was our answer. He just shook his head, while Damon and Dylan didn't seem to understand what they were hearing.</span></p><p><span>"Mark?" Damon asked, as if he had just realized something. "Is this why you broke up with Rachel?" He didn’t seem to quite believe what he was saying.</span></p><p><span>I stared at him,</span></p><p><span>"Yeah", I answered simply.</span></p><p><span>"FASCINATING!" Jordan exclaimed loudly.</span></p><p><span>I shook my head with a laugh. I couldn’t help it. He was actually funny.</span></p><p><span>He turned to Damon and Dylan,</span></p><p><span>"Either of you two gay?"</span></p><p><span>They both laughed and shook their heads to answer no.</span></p><p><span>"Two out of five, damn, that’s not very rock'n'roll!" he joked.</span></p><p><span>"Wait!" Dylan said, looking straight at me. "</span><span>Are</span><span>&nbsp;you gay?" he asked inquisitively, needing me to confirm it.</span></p><p><span>"Are you stupid?" Jordan asked him with the same tone of voice.</span></p><p><span>"Well, Mark’s not </span><span>gay</span><span>!" Dylan said.</span></p><p><span>"You obviously haven’t witnessed what I’ve just witnessed," Jordan told him, faking being a bit revolted.</span></p><p><span>Dylan laughed and continued,</span></p><p><span>"I mean what is this? What are you doing, just exploring, are you, like, just, is it, just, sex?" he was all confused.</span></p><p><span>"No, no, I’m gay!" I confirmed.</span></p><p><span>"Since when?" he asked, totally shocked.</span></p><p><span>"Since… June, or even way before, I just didn’t realise it." I replied.</span></p><p><span>"Oh!" Jordan said. "So basically around the same time we all started having suspicions about Rob!"</span></p><p><span>Rob turned to me and gave me an inquisitive look.</span></p><p><span>I let out a laugh,</span></p><p><span>"What! Don’t give me that look!"</span></p><p><span>"You could've told me that they knew!"</span></p><p><span>"Oh, come on, they didn’t know anything, really. It was just boy talk. They were just taking the piss out of you for not showing an interest in all those would-be groupies!"</span></p><p><span>"Well, you could've at least told me that they suspected!"</span></p><p><span>"Right! And what would you have done? You would've told them? Made out with a girl? What?"</span></p><p><span>"I don’t know. But I would've liked to know."</span></p><p><span>"Come on, you HAD to know! He was always making jokes," I said, briefly looking over at Jordan.</span></p><p><span>"Yeah, they were jokes. Jordan's always joking around."</span></p><p><span>Jordan just laughed,</span></p><p><span>"And now they’re arguing! Boy, so they really are a couple, aren’t they!"</span></p><p><span>"Ok, I’m gonna need to know more than that!" Dylan said in a more serious tone.</span></p><p><span>"Rob? Seriously, explain!" he asked, staring at him, needing to understand what was going on between us.</span></p><p><span>Sensing his confusion, Rob sighed and searched for his words,</span></p><p><span>"Look, I’m gay," he simply said, there really was no need to assert this more, "and… to be totally honest, I’ve been in love with Mark for, like, well, as long as I can remember."</span></p><p><span>They were silent and a bit surprised, waiting to hear more, sometimes glancing at me.</span></p><p><span>"I'd never told him. But recently, things just sort of happened between us. I don’t think you need to know all the details, really. But basically, yeah, we’re together, like, we’re in love. I love him, so much, and… " he stopped and looked at me.</span></p><p><span>They all did. Apparently, it was my turn to speak. I sighed, and thought about how I could best explain this to them.</span></p><p><span>"Well, you know we’ve always been close, because of my parents and all. And I kinda had feelings for him but I just didn’t think I was gay. I didn’t quite understand it. I thought it was just, 'cause we were close…until… it happened. It’s a long story really, but yeah, I’m gay, I know that now, I’m sure of it."</span></p><p><span>"Woah!" Damon said. "So, that’s what ‘Yellow’ is about?"</span></p><p><span>Jordan made a face,</span></p><p><span>"You’re very clever, aren’t you? I wasn’t even thinking about Rachel, or that song."</span></p><p><span>"Yeah, I am. Makes sense!" Damon stated.</span></p><p><span>We grew silent. They were taking it in and we didn’t really know what more to say.</span></p><p><span>"Are you guys ok with this?" I asked anxiously after a moment.</span></p><p><span>"Oh come on," Jordan said, a lot more serious. "D'you really need to ask? We’ve never been the type to make all sorts of insulting homophobic comments, have we?"</span></p><p><span>"Yeah, it’s just gonna take some time to get used to this. Good thing we already suspected about you," Dylan added, looking at Rob.</span></p><p><span>"Well, I'm gonna need to process this," Jordan sighed. "I don’t think I want to go back in the studio now. What about we call it a day?"</span></p><p><span>"Yeah, let’s go have a drink somewhere," Damon suggested.</span></p><p><span>We went back into the studio to get our stuff and tidy up a bit and Rob and I started talking about what had just happened, whispering.</span></p><p><span>"You know, I’m not gonna believe this until I actually see them kiss!" we heard Dylan mutter under his breath to Jordan.</span></p><p><span>Rob laughed and we looked at them.</span></p><p><span>"You heard him?" Rob asked me in a whisper.</span></p><p><span>"Yeah, I heard him," I replied the same way.</span></p><p><span>He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me in for a kiss that was both tender and passionate.</span></p><p><span>"Ok, I believe it!" Dylan exclaimed.</span></p><p><span>And so they knew.</span></p><p><span>We went out for some drinks and tried not to behave any differently. We did talk about it a little but we didn't change our behaviour tremendously. It took a while before we started acting as a couple around them. It happened day after day during the recording of the album. We would sometimes kiss or hug, and they gradually got used to seeing us show affection to each other, or talk about our relationship.</span></p><p><span>"I still can't get my head around this," Dylan joked, shaking his head. "I can't really imagine you two together."</span></p><p><span>"Well, then, don't!" Rob joked, understanding he was talking about picturing us having sex or something.</span></p><p><span>They laughed.</span></p><p><span>"That was so funny though," Jordan laughed. "I was like standing there, watching you make out, and it was like…WHAT THE FUCK! I mean, I knew you were gay, like for sure!" he said, pointing at Rob, who frowned slightly. "Come on, who would turn down so many girls!!" he exclaimed. "I was about to confront you with it you know, soon. I wouldn't even have believed you if you'd told me you were straight! But fuck, I was like watching you, and it didn't register at first. How did it even start?"</span></p><p><span>"We're not gonna get into any details, told you," Rob said matter-of-factly.</span></p><p><span>"Come on, we don't wanna know about you two doing it," he laughed.</span></p><p><span>"Well, I just asked him if he was gay, and it just snowballed from there," I explained with a laugh.</span></p><p><span>He raised his eyebrows and seemed thoughtful,</span></p><p><span>"Well, thank god I didn't have to ask you then!" he joked.</span></p><p><span>We laughed and I added quietly,</span></p><p><span>"I actually wanted something to happen, Jord!"</span></p><p><span>"Ohhh! So you knew you were gay!"</span></p><p><span>I shook my head,</span></p><p><span>"Not really, no. I just… wanted…" I looked at Rob and he said, laughingly</span></p><p><span>"You just wanted me!’</span></p><p><span>"Oh god, I think we've heard enough!" Damon laughed, and then he asked with curiosity, "Have you actually told Rachel?"</span></p><p><span>"Yeah, she knows everything." I admitted.</span></p><p><span>"Really? I asked her what happened between the two of you but she wouldn't say."</span></p><p><span>I smiled and turned to Rob,</span></p><p><span>"See, told you she wouldn't say anything."</span></p><p><span>He just shrugged.</span></p><p><span>"How did she take it? I mean, she came over to my place, like on Wednesday, and she cried on my shoulder the whole evening you know, and she just wouldn't explain anything."</span></p><p><span>"Sorry," I apologised, "I haven't talked to her since then. I couldn't. It was hard enough breaking up with her. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do."</span></p><p><span>"Well, I guess, now that we all know, we can maybe make it easier for her."</span></p><p><span>"Do you still… love her?" he asked timidly.</span></p><p><span>"I'm not </span><span>in love</span><span>&nbsp;with her anymore. I'm not even sure I ever really was … &nbsp;it's not…" Rob was looking at me and I looked into his eyes, wanting to say that what I felt for him was a lot stronger that what I had ever felt for her, and that I now knew what it really felt like to be in love with someone, but I didn't really want to get into that kind of detail with them. I kind of had the feeling that they understood, so I didn't add anything. "But I do love her though. I just can't be … her boyfriend anymore."</span></p><p><span>Damon sighed. "That's gotta be tough for her."</span></p><p><span>"I know. But…what else can I do? I've been lying to her for the past two months, she deserved to know."</span></p><p><span>"I'll talk to her," he promised.</span></p><p><span>"Thanks. I hope she'll be okay."</span></p><p><span>"Are you gonna tell your parents?" Dylan asked.</span></p><p><span>Jordan laughed,</span></p><p><span>"You want him to get killed?" he asked him, pointing at me.</span></p><p><span>"I was thinking about Rob!" he said.</span></p><p><span>"No way," Rob told them, "I'm not ready to do that. But I kinda think my mum's suspecting something."</span></p><p><span>I agreed with him, she probably was, but so far, she hadn't confronted us with it.</span></p><p><span>"Jeez, I swear Mark, be careful, like, make sure your dad doesn't find out and Thomas also," Dylan recommended to me, my brother being one hell of an asshole as well.</span></p><p><span>He was always aggressive and disrespectful. He never shared anything with me and always blamed everything bad he did on me to get me in trouble, and it would always work. He knew my father would be on his side no matter what. I was the bad son and he was the good one and he’d always taken advantage of this. My father would never hit him. He would always approve of everything Thomas did and I had never been able to figure out why. He hated me, but he loved Thomas. Everything I did, everything I said was wrong, and Thomas and I, we simply didn't have the same father. He treated the two of us in a completely different ways. I knew there had to be a reason for that. Maybe Thomas was simply more like him, as they shared the same interests. Maybe he had been able to connect with our father, and I hadn't. I guess my father had always believed that I would never amount to much. I was a dreamer... and I was pretty sure he still thought that what I wanted to do with my life was useless to society. We didn't live on the same planet and I believed that neither did Thomas and I.</span></p><p><span>I let out a chuckle,</span></p><p><span>"Yeah, I'll be careful. I'll be out of that house soon anyway. I already am! And they don't give a shit! I've barely slept there for the past two months, and nobody's asking any questions. Once we leave, I'm never going back!"</span></p><p><span>"Good call!" Jordan said. "But if anything happens, you know we have your back!" Jordan said to me and I smiled, thankful to have such good friends.</span></p><p><span>Fortunately for me, my family never found out and when we finally moved out of our parents' homes to promote our first album, nothing had happened.</span></p><p><span>After we had finished our drink, Jordan went back to the bar and I went with him.</span></p><p><span>"So, are you sure?" he asked as we were waiting for our drinks.</span></p><p><span>"Dude, I never would've broken up with Rach if I hadn't been sure. Don't ask me to explain it, alright."</span></p><p><span>He nodded. "Hey, that's cool, man. You need to do what's right for you. I'm not even that surprised you know."</span></p><p><span>"You're not?"</span></p><p><span>"Rob's gay, I knew that. You knew that. It was obvious he was into you. I didn't think you were – gay – I mean – but I've always wondered though – about you too."</span></p><p><span>"You have?" I frowned.</span></p><p><span>"Yeah," he confirmed. "I've wondered. I guess I was right. You're my best friend, and I can sense these things. You know what, it makes sense that you'd want to be together, I get that."</span></p><p><span>The bartender came back with our drinks. Jordan grabbed them and handed me one of the glasses.</span></p><p><span>"Cheers, faggot!" he said laughing – his way of telling me that he was cool with it.</span></p><p><span>I chuckled. I loved that about Jordan. He was such a great friend. We could say anything to each other and know instantly whether we were serious or joking. Nothing was ever misinterpreted. He was super open-minded too. He just wanted to have a laugh, enjoy the people around him and just enjoy the day with anyone he was with, gay, straight, or whatever, it was all lovely to him.</span></p><p><span>--------</span></p><p><span>We started college in October and worked in the studio until Rob and I turned 19 in May. We mostly worked there at weekends, sometimes in the evening, during holiday breaks and to be honest we often skipped lessons to play. We continued playing live gigs. To make a long story short, we were extremely busy.</span></p><p><span>And in July, almost a year after having entered the studio for the first time, the album was out! And it turned out to be so much better because of what was happening between Robbie and me.</span></p><p><span>The first single out of it was actually ‘</span><span>Yellow</span><span>’. Funny that I didn’t even want it on the album when I wrote it. It was an immediate hit.</span></p><p><span>After writing "</span><span>Yellow,</span><span>" our experience of our time in the studio became very different. We were not in there to record and improve already written songs, we were also in there to create new ones. And so the recording lasted a lot longer than planned in the first place.</span></p><p><span>I decided to stop being afraid. I took all of the melodies I had scribbled and songs started to emerge. Great songs.</span></p><p><span>Rob and I worked a lot on them alone, and then, it was like a production line. We would start off with the basis of a song like chords and a melody and maybe some lyrics, and then when we took the song ideas to the guys, if they approved, we would all work together on them and it would just kind of develop and evolve; after a while everything just added up. This whole process was so exciting and exhilarating to us. Each of us would add their own stuff until it all sparked off, and our songwriting process felt like a big chemical reaction.</span></p><p><span>Rob and I wrote lyrics that seemed to flow so naturally, about us, about how we felt, about our newfound relationship. Of course, we tried to keep a detached approach and to make them universal so that everybody would be able to relate to them.</span></p><p><span>Five songs were added to the tracklist, and others were discarded.</span></p><p><span>We composed "</span><span>Green eyes</span><span>" which was a bit cheesy and obviously inspired by Rob’s eyes, but it was a great ballad. The lyrics were actually more meant for me. He told me he wanted to be able to think of me while singing the song and I did have green eyes as well. It was really about the both of us depending on the lyrics. It was also nice to be out to our friends, and therefore to be able to write songs about our relationship without having to explain ourselves. The main lyrics went like this,</span></p><p><span>Honey you are a rock</span></p><p><span>Upon which I stand</span></p><p><span>And I come here to talk</span></p><p><span>I hope you understand</span></p><p><span>The green eyes, yeah the spotlight, shines upon you</span></p><p><span>And how could anybody deny you</span></p><p><span>…..</span></p><p><span>We had a hard time finding the right way to play a song we called "</span><span>In my Place</span><span>" and spent a long time writing and recording this one together.</span></p><p><span>In the lyrics,we tried to translate our feelings in the most subtle and simplest way possible, our fear of being gay, of saying it out loud, of admitting our true feelings to each other.</span></p><p><span>In my place, in my place</span></p><p><span>Were lines that I couldn't change</span></p><p><span>I was lost, oh yeah</span></p><p><span>Crossed lines I shouldn't have crossed</span></p><p><span>I was lost, oh yeah</span></p><p><span>I was scared, I was scared</span></p><p><span>Tired and under prepared</span></p><p><span>But I wait for it</span></p><p><span>We wrote another ballad, "</span><span>Trouble</span><span>", which was a very melodic song. It revolved round the piano, combined with my guitar work. The result was stunning. Then the drums and the bass sounds added a dramatic effect. Rob’s vocal were powerful and full of genuine emotions. It was about Rachel in a way, but also about Rob, and just the fact that being gay might get us into a bit of trouble in the future.</span></p><p><span>The chorus was,</span></p><p><span>And I never meant to cause you trouble</span></p><p><span>And I never meant to do you wrong</span></p><p><span>And well if I ever caused you trouble</span></p><p><span>Oh no I never meant to do you harm</span></p><p><span>And finally, Rob had written the lyrics to the last one.</span></p><p><span>We called it "</span><span>A rush of blood to the head</span><span>" and it was about him wanting to protect me from that hell hole house I had to grow up in. It was about my family, about my emotionally abusive parents and all that they had put me through growing up, the physical violence, the bruises, the threatening, the screaming, the lack of parental care and love that would have probably left me scarred for life if I hadn’t been able to escape to Rob’s.</span></p><p><span>It was a way of getting revenge for how they had treated me over the years. I absolutely loved it, I really did, I couldn’t get enough of listening to him sing these lyrics. It may not have been the best song of the album for some, but it was definitely my favourite.</span></p><p><span>When the album was out and critiques started being written, this is what you could read about this song:- </span><span>Completely extraordinary. This song is marvellously written and simmers slowly for two minutes or so before exploding into life with pure emotion that drags you in. This is the most powerful song on this debut album, Politik being a close second, with a chorus that can probably be heard from Mars, and deserves to be recognised as a classic.</span></p><p><span>Yep, about right! The lyrics went like this,</span></p><p><span>You said I'm gonna buy this place and burn it down</span></p><p><span>I'm gonna put it six feet underground</span></p><p><span>…..</span></p><p><span>Oh I'm gonna buy this place and start a fire</span></p><p><span>Stand here until I fill all your hearts desires</span></p><p><span>Because I'm gonna buy this place and see it burn</span></p><p><span>And do back the things it did to you in return.</span></p><p><span>This last line right there caused me to cry a little when he wrote it, and still moves me to this day. It went on like that, gaining power as the song progressed.</span></p><p><span>All the other tracks were songs we had already written and that we improved during the recording, such as </span><span>Shiver, Sparks, Clocks, Spies </span><span>and</span><span>&nbsp;Politik</span><span>, that the guy from BMG had loved so much.</span></p><p><span>The whole album got really enthusiastic reviews from music magazines. It was what mattered the most to us, so we were overly thrilled. There were obviously critics too, and we had read some stuff that really hurt, but the music journalists were mostly very positive and we tried to not let any of the bad ones get to us.</span></p><p><span>Throughout the Internet, you could read short reviews of the album published by fans, which left us speechless. It was so lovely to read how much they already loved us. A few of my favourites were,</span></p><p><span>"This album is one of the best debut album ever. Every song’s meaningful and potentially can be single (not only Yellow, Politik, Shiver). This is pure music art. These five guys are so ridiculously hot and talented"</span></p><p><span>"Their debut album secret arsenal comprises frontman Robbie Myers 's voice – Mark Emery’s terrific electric guitar riffs- Dylan Lane’s phenomenal piano skills and some persuasive melodies. Certain albums are timeless, this is one of them. This album will go down in history as one of the greatest"</span></p><p><span>" An album full of otherworldly music. The sad feelings that eminate from ‘Trouble's’ guitar chords... The joy that is ‘Yellow’... The tribute to a lover that is ‘Green eyes’. . . The electricity of ‘Shiver’ (My favorite song of the whole album). . . the fantastic pop tune that is ‘In my place’. . . The drama of ‘Politik’ . . &nbsp;The mesmerizing chorus of ‘A rush of blood’. . . The beautiful piano and emotional and epic effect of ‘Clocks’. . . the bass line and beauty of ‘Sparks’… ! This is a superb album that might just capture your heart and your imagination. I LOVE it ! I find myself replaying this endlessly.</span></p><p><span>Let me talk more about two songs, first ‘A rush of blood’ actually gives me a rush of blood to the head. I don't know how a song can make you happy by making you sad, but this one does it. Simply amazing. Secondly, ‘Shiver’, the fantastic heartbreaking vocals, the lyrics which cut straight through the heart. This song carries you through adolescence, falling in and out of love, the song is the first song where I felt like someone else got me, got my adolescent pain of just wanting to be loved and wanting to give love." </span></p><p><span>"This is a very impressive and strong debut album for such a young band. Every track is excellent but among the most noteworthy is Yellow, A rush of blood, Shiver, and Politik. It recalls U2's’The Joshua Tree’, and not just for its stunning guitar work but for its wild passion and spiraling tension-and-release dynamics. It sets an incredible standard that the band will have to keep up. I can’t believe they’re not even twenty years old yet! They can still grow and evolve so much more! Good luck to them"</span></p><p><span>"Wow....it doesn't get any better than this. A masterpiece. If you have not bought this album yet, I recommend it very highly as it contains some truly wonderful moments that will catapult U-N-I into rock's super league. Their new album is predicted in a couple of years, and could well raise the bar still further. If you get the chance as well, see them live. They put on a great show and Robbie has immense charisma."</span></p><p><span>"Well, this is really good. By listening to their music, it feels as if they have been in the music scene for years and years. But, the truth of it is it's just their first album and I'm telling you, they’re here to stay for a long long time indeed. Way to go, U-N-I. I'm a hard rock/hip-hop fan, so I don't listen to your type of music all that much. But even I can say this album is awesome. When it’s all said and done, this will go down as the album of the decade because of its universal likability"</span></p><p><span>" In a word: brilliant. This album is stunningly beautiful and powerful. It is exciting and intelligent from start to finish. Impressive accomplishment. This is one of those albums that takes multiple listens and has a lasting appeal. One of those albums that will truly change your life, all of these songs are ones that you can listen to over and over and never get tired of"</span></p><p><span>"This debut album is, without doubt, a fantastic achievement. But for me, that's not the point. People can rave about the album's sales, or maybe complain about the band drawing heavy influences and therefore coming off as unoriginal. But it’s how the music makes you feel, how it reaches you, that matters. That, to me, is more important than anything. The album is a beautifully compelling album, with a variety of songs that evoke different emotions from me every time I listen to them. What more can I say? It's an incredible album "</span></p><p><span>Needless to say, we were all over the place as soon as the album was released, and much to our amazement, it reached number 1 two weeks after its release. We were over the moon. I don’t think we had fully realized how good our songs were and sounded to others. We were still very reticent about them and we didn’t feel that they were that good. We couldn’t get our heads around the immediate success the album received.</span></p><p><span>And it was just the beginning, now it was going to be all about promoting, touring and growing as a band. We couldn’t wait.</span></p><p><span>----------------------</span></p><p><span>End of Part 1</span></p> </div></div>
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U-N-I Chapter 4 The following story is entirely a work of fiction. The characters are not based on any particular celebrity but the story is about fictional characters, who are celebrities in the story. The music used in this story will be music by the band Coldplay. Here is the reworked version of chapter 4 Let me know what you think of the story at [email protected] and check out my tumblr blog at https://u-n-i-live.tumblr.com/ --------------------------- As soon as he saw me coming out of the school building, Rob walked away from the people he was chatting with and ran over to me. "Hey, how did you do?" he asked, as we had just taken the Maths exam for our leaving certificate. "Alright, I think. My mind sort of shut down at some point though. I fucking hate maths." He laughed "I don't believe you. Bet it was a piece of cake for you." After a pause, he said, "We're all eating out, but then they're going home to study. So you know what that means?" He sounded hopeful. "Shit, I don't know if I can," I replied, "my dad's seriously doing my head in. He's having a bunch of friends over this weekend so apparently now I have to cut the lawn and hose down the patio and clean the fucking barbeque this afternoon." "Oh, for fuck's sake," he complained. "What does he take you for? His slave? Like he can’t tidy his fucking garden himself. They’re his fucking friends, it’s not like he’ll want you around when they’re there to enjoy the results of your hard work." I shrugged. I was so used to it. "Tell him you have to study for tomorrow," he suggested. I stared at him with raised eyebrows. He knew my dad didn't give a shit about that. He laughed, "Well, I dunno, tell him to fuck off then." I shook my head. "If you don't have the cheek to tell him that, then let me do it!" "Careful. That might backfire on me." "Come on, we can play and write," he spoke slowly and temptingly then paused before continuing, "and fuck, and play and write and fuck." I let out a chuckle, “Sounds like the perfect afternoon!” I smiled and gazed at him. "And night," he said. For a few seconds, his eyes were locked onto mine. “I want to kiss you so bad right now,” he said sensuously. He took a quick glance around to see if anyone was close and then gripped my jacket, "you look so good in this." I smiled, “Are you trying to give me a boner?” I asked jokingly. “Yeah. Then you might decide that clearing out the yard isn't how you wanna spend your day," he said, then looked over my shoulder as a girl was calling his name. He let go of my jacket, looking disappointed and we watched as she and her group of friends walked over to us cheerfully. "Heard you guys are playing on Saturday night?" one of them asked. "Yeah," Rob replied, "you're coming this time, right? Tell me you're coming," he insisted with a smile. She smiled back flirtatiously at him, “Yes, of course, we won't miss it this time. I can’t believe we missed last week's gig. Everyone’s talking about it.” “We told you to come, didn't we?" he said and winked at her. She shrugged and gave him a plausible explanation as to why she hadn't been able to come to our gig at the club. We chatted with them for a moment until we ran out of topics to talk about. As they began walking away, I asked, "Why do you keep flirting with them?" He laughed, "’Cause they like it and it strokes my ego," he joked. "You do realize that they think it's weird you haven't fucked any of them - especially Kerry." He shrugged, "They think I'm too hot for her," he said with a laugh. "Dumbass!" I laughed, "You're not too hot for her," I teased, "she's too hot for you! Kerry's beautiful." "Yeah, she is," he agreed with a nod. "Are you just saying that," I teased. "No, she's totally gorgeous," he said sincerely. "I can appreciate her beauty. Doesn't mean that I want to do anything about it." I nodded and suddenly realized that I was beginning to feel the exact same way and that he had put into words what I was still struggling to understand. ------ We had planned on performing in a pub on Saturday night to kind of celebrate the end of our exams. This time, we wanted to have the whole performance filmed and recorded so the five of us had planned on spending the evening together to rehearse on Friday night. I first went to Rachel’s to say goodbye to her as she was leaving on the next day. Then I went back to Rob’s place before we had to go meet the guys. I entered the house and saw that Charlie was there, talking with Rob and standing a bit too close to him – for my liking. "Shit!" I thought, ‘’Am I jealous?" They both looked at me when I came in and I felt a bit awkward, wondering if I was interrupting something. "Hey," I said to them, studying their attitude. "Hey," Charlie said, moving away from Rob and fidgeting a little. I had never really paid attention to him but, as I watched him, I thought he was actually really good-looking. He turned to Rob again and said, searching for his words, "so… will you come over later tonight though?… for that thing I’ve got to give back to you…. You can come over and pick it up around eight, is that alright?" he said, obviously lying. "Yeah, sure," Rob smiled and nodded. "Alright, cool," he winked, staring at him flirtatiously as he took a few steps back. Then, he turned around and walked toward me. "See you later, Mark." "See ya," I answered, my tone of voice making it clear that I thought he was acting weird. Once he had shut the front door, I looked back at Rob, "Come over tonight?" I repeated, raising an eyebrow. "He wants to fuck," he said, as if I hadn’t understood. "Yeah, I got that!" He laughed. "Too bad you walked in!" he said in frustration. I didn’t say anything. I was pretty sure he was only teasing me. As much as I wanted to play his game, I wasn’t really able to. "Are you gonna go?" I asked, unsure. "I might," he shrugged, playing it cool. "Is he really that good?" I joked He smiled, teasing me, "You jealous?" I might have let it show, but I answered seductively, "No. But why would you want to have sex with him when you can sex with me?" He shrugged again, "Why would you want to have sex with Rachel when you can have sex with me? Well played, I thought, "Not the same. He’s just a fuck buddy to you." "A very good one!" he said, thinking about Charlie. "And I’ve been avoiding Rachel all week. I think she’s been noticing." He laughed, "You’re adorable," he told me, giving me a peck on the lips, "don’t worry, I was telling him I’ve been too busy lately. I’ll text him later and tell him I can’t go." I just gave him a look that said it all. "So, how were the goodbyes? Did she cry? Told you she’d call you every day?" he said over dramatically. "No, I tried to make it quick… let’s go," I replied, to change the subject. "Yeah!" --- The whole month of July went by in a flash. We played gigs several times a week, attracting an even larger following, worked on our songs as often as possible and met with the record company. Rob’s father agreed to talk to them for us if it was necessary. He had agreed to act sort of like a manager for as long as we didn't have one. He was a great man, just looking at him, I knew who Robbie had inherited his charisma from. He was so funny and did one-man shows in pubs, or small theaters in his free time. He had discussed our situation with the label and it was decided that we would start recording our first album but also start College in October. Therefore, we enrolled in Trinity College in Dublin but it was more to make our parents happy. They didn't want the band to take over any academic thing. I guess they didn't want us to be too disappointed if things didn't go as planned. They saw the band as a hobby, and didn’t want it to monopolize too much of our time. They wanted us to go to College to have some kind of academic background in case we’d fall flat on our faces. Although the A&R team at BMG had told Rob's father that we were a band with great potential and they had faith in our ability to 'make it' as they'd say they especially wanted us to perform live as much as possible because it was our strength and it was the best way to attract journalists, to get critiques in music magazines and to be taken seriously. They wanted us to work and improve our best songs with professionals. They had big hopes for three songs, which they believed would work very well to start promoting the band to a targeted audience, which would be 18 to 30 year olds, male and female, who listened to rock. They had signed us for two albums and we were going to start recording these three songs in the studio at the beginning of August. They were putting a lot of pressure on us. We knew we were damn lucky here. I was sure it did not happen this easily for over 90% of the bands out there. Everything was happening at astonishing speed for us. It was late July, we were lying in bed after having done nothing but write music and have sex all day in my bedroom, my parents being away in France, for the first time, without me. With what was happening between us, we felt inspired all the time and the music just kept flowing. The sun had already started to rise by the time we settled down to sleep. We were sweaty and exhausted, having both cum for the third time in a few short hours. Our first fuck had been absolutely amazing and had been triggered by lyrics we had written and then me telling him that I loved him. "Move onto your back," he told me while we were having sex. Obeying him, I pulled out of him. I rolled and he straddled my cock, facing toward my feet. I grabbed the base of my cock and he lowered himself down onto it, making us both moan softly the entire time. Then he began to rock back and forth and I watched my cock slide in and out of his ass, loving the view. "Oh yeah, right there, fuck, fuck," he panted and I saw the muscles in his back twitch as he stroked his own cock. Then he laid against me until his back was resting on my chest. He bent his knees slightly on either side of me and began fucking himself on my cock. The extreme body contact was driving me so wild that I had to grip his hand tight. "Oh yeah, oh yeah," he moaned. His other hand reached above him until it was grasping me behind my head. I stared at the bulge of his bicep and inhaled his scent that still turned me on so fucking much. I enjoyed the feeling of his weight on top of me as I cupped his pec and rolled his nipple between my fingers. "Oh, Rob, fuck!" I gasped as he continued to fuck himself hard against me. "You gonna blow?" he panted. "Yeah," I moaned, feeling my climax come closer and closer. "Do it," he responded. He started working my cock even faster and I could feel him quicken the pace on his own cock. My need to cum was so overwhelming that I was practically whining as I felt my balls tighten in preparation for my orgasm and my cock started tingling. "Ohhh yeah," I moaned as I felt the cum shooting out of me, feeling like it wasn't going to end any time soon. Rob groaned and I felt his ass tighten around my cock before he began to cum as well. "Oh, Fuck, Mark," he whimpered as his jizz ripped out of him. I looked over his shoulder to see the first load pumping out of him and hitting him on the shoulders, and even on his face. He continued pumping his cock and moaning until his chest was covered in cum. The jizz on his shoulder dripped off of him and landed on my chest. Slowly, he stopped moaning and rocking himself on my cock. "Oh, man!" he sighed, releasing the grip he had kept on my head, "That was so good, so fucking good. You're the best!" ---- Now here we were, a few hours later, having done it again. I rolled off Rob, and he slowly lowered his legs back down onto the bed. I saw him wince a bit as he turned on his side to face me. "You ok?" I asked as I tied a knot in the condom we had used to avoid making a mess and having to shower this late at night. "Yeah," he answered. "I guess that's just what I get for being such a hungry bottom." It was the first time he had ever used the word when we were together. I didn't like it. Not because of the word, but because it was a reminder that he was always giving himself to me and I wasn't giving myself to him. "We probably shouldn't do that twice in a row like that," I said, feeling bad now that the moment had passed. I shifted one hand under, and one hand over him, kissing his lips. I brought my hand down to his ass and massaged his cheeks. He smiled at me and closed his eyes. I brought a finger to his hole, which was still open and slick with lube. I traced my finger along the outside of his anus, hoping it would soothe him. "You're gonna get me all worked up again," he said quietly. I wanted to ask him why he loved bottoming with me so much when it wasn't something he had ever done with the guys he'd been with before but I could tell he was drifting off to sleep. For now, I was content to go to sleep as well but I knew I would soon have to grow a pair and reciprocate. Indeed, since Rachel had left on holidays, we'd had sex every day, sometimes several times a day, but he had never fucked me. He had played with my ass, massaged my prostate and given me as much pleasure as he could but he had never taken it further, never even asked if he could fuck me and I didn't really offer. He was always willing to let me do him and I could see how much he enjoyed it. We hadn't fucked every time we'd been together, but when we had, he'd always acted first. He’d lube up my cock or tell me he wanted to feel me in him. I always made sure he came as hard as he possibly could, spending him, fucking him hard, gently, fast, lovingly, slowly, however he wanted it, but deep down, I knew that it wasn't enough and that I needed to give him more than that. I knew that he didn't want to make me do anything that I was uncomfortable with and I loved him even more for it. He was taking things slow to make sure that I'd want to do it again - to make sure that I'd like it. He was right, I still didn't feel super comfortable with the idea of bottoming and I absolutely loved being on top… but so did he and I felt bad for denying him the pleasure. ---- It was now mid-August. Rachel was back and I had just been with her. I had no idea what the fuck I was doing. What was I supposed to do? Tell her as soon as she got back, "Hey, I've been fucking Rob for a month while you were away so now, I'm gay. See ya, this was fun…"? I mean, it couldn't hurt her like this. I loved her. She wasn't just my girlfriend, she was one of my best friends too. I was so confused and tormented, I just didn't know what to do, whatever I'd decide, I'd end up hurting one of the people I loved the most in the world. Rob understood why I still hadn't broken up with her. He had even said that he didn't care if I continued to have sex with her as long as we could still be together once in a while, but I knew he was lying. He wanted us to be more than just fuck buddies and he kept avoiding Rachel as much as possible, to not have to see me with her. For a couple of weeks, I behaved like a complete asshole and had sex with both of them. Although we were so busy with the band that I did manage to not be alone with Rachel that much and we'd only had sex twice. "Alright, I'll be home soon," Rachel said to her mother over the phone as she sat down next to me. We were hanging out with Jordan, Dylan and a couple of other friends on a Sunday afternoon. "My mum's making her famous Sunday carvery so you're invited over for dinner. You can come, can't you?" she asked me as she sat back down next to me. Before answering, I looked over at Rob for a brief moment. He was playing cards with a friend of ours but he’d heard. "Sure," I nodded and Rob turned around to look at us. He didn't let anything on but I could tell he would have prefered me to go home with him, or at least to not leave and stay at Jordan's. "Why aren't we invited too?" Jordan joked. "I love your mum's carvery." "Cause I'm not dating you," she shot back. "You wish," he teased her, which he would always do. "I'm out of your league Jord, get over it, I've got the looks AND the brains," she shot back and I laughed. Rachel would always put him back in his place in a smart way. She was probably the only girl who was not falling for Jordan's womanizing ways. Maybe just because she saw him more as a brother than a potential boyfriend. She was so right though, Jordan tended to go for hot but dumb girls, whom he could easily manipulate and Rachel was from from dumb. She was very intelligent, super artistic and so pretty, which I loved about her. So here I was, hanging out with her after dinner. We mucked around, we laughed, we listened to music, we talked about our friends, about the band, about some of the drawings she had recently created using only lines and when the moment came and we began making out, the best I could say was that I wasn't into it. I tried and we did have sex but I could tell that she noticed something was off with me. I found an excuse to go home shortly after it was over, feeling miserable. I didn't go over to Rob's that night. I couldn't. I felt too overwhelmed with what was going on in my love life and I needed some alone time to figure things out in own head. All that I knew was that I had to make a decision and be true to myself. I lay on my bed for a long time as I tried to figure out what I was going to do and then, I realized, the only thing that could help me feel better at that point was to lose myself in music and write. So that's what I did. My dad didn't want me to play in the house in the evening, but at that moment, I didn't give a shit. All I had was an old acoustic guitar, all of our other instruments being either at Rob's or at Damon's. I began strumming the guitar. I wasn't really thinking about anything or anyone. I tuned it differently several times. It lasted for long moments before a melody started to emerge and then the magic happened. The song seemed to just write itself. I mean, I knew I was there, writing it, but it felt like it came from above and it felt amazing. As I began thinking of lyrics all I could think about was Rob. It became evident as soon as I wrote the first few ideas down that I was going to write a song for him. Again, lyrics came pouring out of me and by the end, it felt like the song was my way of telling Rob how my whole life had changed because of him, for him, for us. It was 2am when I finally put down the guitar and notepads and went to bed, at peace with myself. The next day, I went home with Rob after having spent a few hours working on our music with Damon, Jordan and Dylan. As we were chilling in his room, I started playing the melody. "I wrote a song last night," I said. "You did?" he asked, surprised. I didn't look up at him, just softly strummed the guitar as I said, "Yeah, in two hours it was done. It sort of wrote itself really. It felt incredible. I love it when that happens." "What's it about?" he asked me, sitting next to me on the floor. We were both resting our backs on the end of the bed. "Well… you, mainly. Just trying not to make it too obvious though," I said softly, looking up at his gorgeous face. "Me?" he asked with a smile. "Yeah. I’ve been writing a few songs about you lately." I admitted. They weren't really full written songs, just lyrics and tabs scribbled here and there whenever I thought of him. He smiled broadly. "You wanna sing it to me?" he asked, knowing very well that I might not want to do that. "I dunno, I don’t like doing that," I smiled self-consciously, I’ve never been a show-off type of guy. "Come on," he begged. "Just pretend I’m not here." I hesitated but the pleading look in his eyes soon made me cave, "Alright!" I agreed reluctantly, but added as I looked into his eyes, "don’t say anything!" "I’m not even here!" he joked, pushing himself up from the floor; he laid on the bed, his head not far from my shoulder, looking at the ceiling.’ I laughed, "Ok, here goes," and I started playing again. The main lyrics went like this, Look at the stars, Look how they shine for you, And everything you do, Yeah, they were all yellow. I came along, I wrote a song for you, And all the things you do, And it was called Yellow. ….. Your skin, Oh yeah your skin and bones, Turn into something beautiful, Do you know, You know I love you so ……. He remained silent when I stopped playing. I turned my head to see his reaction. He rolled onto his side and smiled, "That goes on the album!" I chuckled, "No way, it’s too personal." "Are you kidding? It’s amazing. And it could be about anyone. You just feel it’s personal 'cause you know who you wrote it for. The melody’s so good." I smiled, glad that he had liked it so much, but I didn't respond. After a moment of silence, he asked admiringly, "How do you do it?" I shrugged and played it for a bit longer, "I dunno, it was easy. There’s nothing complicated about the chords. They’re quite simple. I just played with the tuning." "The simplest melody are always the best ones. I don’t know how you do it." he said. "How can you create a whole song like that, so easily?" "You can do it too!" I reminded him. "Not like you, no," he said, shaking his head, ‘’it’s like you’re sucking something from the air. Something in you is hearing nothing, and making it into something! That’s amazing." I smiled, "Yeah, it feels like that sometimes." "Why the word ‘Yellow’?" he asked, as I repeated it several times throughout the song, and it sort of acted as a key word. "I don’t know, why not? For the stars maybe," I smiled, "or for you own personal sunlight," I added in a whisper, looking up at him. He smiled and caressed my shoulder and a thought struck me that it was probably for the light he brought in me. I gave a slight shrug. "I was missing a keyword in the lyrics. Could be the title." I started playing chords again. He listened and when I stopped playing, he said, "I thought you were with Rachel last night. "I was," I confirmed softly, "but I didn’t stay long." I was quiet for a moment, as I thought about what had happened with her the night before. I was still struggling emotionally but my decision was made. "I’m gonna break up with her," I finally told him, with a determined tone in my voice. "Are you?" he asked, a bit of hope in his voice that he couldn’t quite hide. "I can’t keep doing this," I answered in a whisper. "What happened last night, did you have sex with her?" he asked, knowing the answer, but probably wanting me to say no. "Yeah. But I didn’t want to, I could barely get hard," I sighed, "and when I went down on her, I fucking wanted her to have a dick between her legs," I said with a totally hopeless tone of voice and he let out a laugh, before he actually broke out laughing full-on. "C'mon, dude. Don’t laugh, it’s not funny. It’s so bad!" I said as I shook my head. But his laughter was infectious and I started laughing with him. As he was laughing, he slid off the bed to lay down on the floor beside, "Oh jesus, I'm imagining it and it's not pretty." "Stop it!" I ordered but he couldn't. I placed the guitar on the floor next to me and straddled him. "Stop laughing," I repeated, tickling his sides. "I'm trying," he laughed and tried to turn around on his stomach to get me off of him. He hated being tickled and I'd always get a kick out of tickling him until he'd beg to stop. As kids, it was something I always did to get whatever I wanted out of him. "Hey," he yelled. "You know I don't mess around with tickling." I laughed at him, "I don't mess around with tickling," I repeated, making fun of him. "Alright, sorry, sorry. I'm sorry. But the way you said that," he said, trying to regain his composure, "I wanted her to have a dick between her legs’," he repeated, shaking his head. I let out a loud huff and chuckled. "I’m gay," I said shaking my head, as if I was finally admitting it to myself. "Yeah, you are," he confirmed. "I’m fucking gay," I repeated, actually feeling relieved to be able to say it out loud. Rob stared at me but didn't say anything. He wasn't laughing anymore. "You know I thought I was at least bi, but now, I think you’ve just turned me gay," I announced, looking into his eyes. He nodded his head. "Yeah!" he exclaimed. "I’m THAT good," he stated proudly. I gazed at him with a smile on my face. "Your ego’s doing alright?" I joked. "Better than ever," he replied with a laugh. "Fucking hell," I laughed. "Hey, don’t blame it on me. You’re gay because you want to be." "Well, because of you! Cause it’s just so damn good with you!" I told him, faking annoyance. "Hey, look, I did you a favour. You would have realized when you were forty and married with three kids that something was missing in your sex life," he joked. I chuckled, "You’re probably right." "What are you gonna tell her?" he asked more seriously. "I dunno," I sighed. "The truth I guess." "Wow, you sure that’s a good idea?" he asked, concerned. "Just tell her you cheated on her, that’s the truth. She doesn’t need to know more than that." "She’s gonna want to know more. And I owe it to her. She doesn’t deserve to be lied to like that." He thought about it. "What if she gets so upset that she tells everyone to get back at you?" "No, she won’t do that!" I stated, confident that she wasn't like that. "You don’t know what girls can do when they have their hearts broken. And she can be a bit wacky like that." "She won’t do that," I repeated. "and lying to her would be pointless. I know she’ll be able to see it on my face. It’s easy to see when I’m lying." "Well, I guess you know her better than I do. I hope we can trust her. Do whatever you think is best.” "Shit, I don’t wanna have to do this," I sighed, dejected. "Yeah, I wouldn’t like to be in your shoes!" "Thanks for your support," I chuckled and faked wanting to cry, "I hate this so much. I don't wanna hurt her and this is gonna hurt her so bad." "She'll understand," he said softly. "Yes, she will," I nodded my head. We both knew she'd understand, "But I'm about to shatter her world into pieces and I hate myself for it." "You can't stay with someone just to make them happy." I sighed, "You know I bet she’s gonna want to talk to you," I told him, knowing very well that she wouldn't let me go without a fight. "Great, can’t wait! She’s gonna hate me so much," he said apprehensively. "How anybody could hate you is beyond me," I smiled. "Oh, but she will!" he said with nod. I raised my eyebrows and sighed. I rested my head against the bed and closed my eyes. After a short moment, I felt his gaze on me so I opened them again and smiled at him. He looked at me with need, "I can’t believe I’ve got you!" I let my eyes slip up and down his body, "Believe it," I murmured. I moved so that I was sitting on his thighs and he placed his hands on my hips as mine travelled up his arms, to each side of his face. "You know what?" I asked, "I really feel ok being gay. As long as I’ve got you with me," I told him sincerely and kissed his lips with a bit of intensity. He kissed me back for a moment, "I’ll always be with you, for as long as you want me to be." I took a deep breath and gathered my thoughts, "I think I’ve finally come to terms with what I feel for you. I know you want a real relationship, and I think that’s something I can give you now. I know I don’t want just sex from you." Our eyes locked and we became lost in each others’. "I want you so much right now," he said with a passion in his voice I found irresistible. There was a short silence, "Well you’re gonna love what’s coming then," I smiled. A puzzled expression danced across his face. I kissed and licked his lips softly and whispered, "I wanna do it," I told him, "I want you to fuck me." I could tell his heart melted, "Well aren’t you full of surprises tonight?" I giggled at his tone of voice. That was it. I wanted it. Finally feeling able to say out loud that I was gay made the whole idea of bottoming incredibly enticing. I was now craving to feel his dick inside of me. I wanted it so bad. I needed to feel his length slide in and out of me and see if it was as enjoyable as it seemed to be for Rob. It was high time I stopped being a coward and let him fuck me, let him love me. He pressed his body against mine and pushed me down onto my back before straddling me. I pulled him in for a kiss and reached under his tshirt to pull it over his head. As he took it off, my hands travelled down to the waistband of his jeans. Rob understood what I wanted to do and raised himself up to give me enough room to unfasten the button and zip then he pressed his chest against mine again. We both moaned with need as we kissed and I slid my hands across his smooth ass cheeks, feeling them tighten under my touch. Then, my hands left his ass and I caressed him. Everything about him was tight. His arms, his back, his stomach and chest. My hands roamed all over him, feeling his smooth golden skin. He kept kissing me passionately as I caressed him, his hand roaming over my chest under my tshirt. Then he sat up and grabbed my arm. I raised myself up and he pulled my t shirt over my head urgently. He stood up to remove his jeans and underwear and I did the same as I watched his toned gorgeous naked body. My eyes stared at his hard member, ready to fuck me for the first time. I was both eager and apprehensive. I stepped close to him and placed my hand behind his head, drawing him closer. He wrapped his hands around my back and as we resumed kissing as we fell on the bed facing each other. Our cocks started to rub up against each other. Before I knew it we were working ourselves into a rhythm, totally in tune with each other's bodies. I could feel the wetness on my stomach, as our cocks began moving faster and faster. I humped myself against him harder. His hand slid in between my ass cheeks and his index finger slid up against my hole. "Oh," I moaned, feeling his finger enter me and savouring the feeling. He slid it back and forth a few times giving me what I was craving for but took it out too soon to reach for the lube. His hand soon returned to my ass and he opened me up again, sliding one and then two fingers into me, as he held me tight against him and listened to me sigh in delight. He used his lubed fingers to gently but firmly to stretch my sphincter. "Feels good," I moaned in his mouth. He panted, "I want you so bad." "I know." "I love you," he sighed. "I know, I love you," I repeated, "take me, I want it," I moaned passionately. My god, I was so ready to do this and to feel his cock inside my body. There was such a level of intimacy between us that I knew it would make the experience exceed any other feeling I’d ever had. I wanted him to dominate me and make me his. He pushed me onto my back and took my throbbing erection in his mouth. I opened my legs and he applied some more lube to my hole. Two of his fingers reentered me and as he started sliding them firmly in and out, an amazing wave of pleasure started coursing through my body. He continued blowing me for a long moment, all the while working his fingers up my ass to get me as ready as he possibly could. When his fingers slid out of my hole, he came back up to kiss me and we started another passionate kiss as our mouths crashed together. My legs instinctively wrapped themselves around him and he pressed his body against mine. The feel of his strong body and soft skin against mine was electrifying. When he pulled back, he raised my legs and I felt his cock slide over my tight hole. My body trembled, so eager to feel him in me that I grabbed the lube and applied it to his cock, smearing it all over. Then I felt the head of his cock brush over my hole again, and in that instant, I knew that I needed him. I needed him bad. I looked into his eyes, and I knew he could see how much I wanted him. Then my eyes roamed his body. He saw me watching him and smiled lustfully as he leaned down and kissed me lovingly. “Ready?” he asked quietly. I nodded my head wordlessly. He raised my legs, positioned his very hard member at my hole and started pushing the head gently inside. There was pressure as his cockhead pressed into me. He met with a bit of resistance and he had to push a bit harder to pop the head through my sphincter. "Ahhh," I let out a groan, feeling him inside me for the first time. He felt big, and I was tight, but I knew I could take it and I told myself to relax. "You ok?" he asked, hoping I wanted more. "Oh yeah, everything's perfect," I sighed and tried to breathe. He pushed further into me while kissing me, and before long, his cock was fully up my ass and I could feel his balls against my skin. It was a little uncomfortable, but I didn’t feel much pain, his fingers had done their work well. "Oh, fuck, you feel huge," I gasped. He gazed at me, almost imperceptibly raising his eyebrows in a question and just as softly, I nodded my head. Then he did something I hadn't expected. He grabbed my left hand and brought it over my head then he took my right hand and did the same. He laced his fingers through mine making me smile and giggle. He smiled back at me and he started fucking me. Slowly he withdrew, till just the head was inside. Then he pushed back in. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feeling as he penetrated me, deeper and deeper. I panted when he started a rhythm, building the intensity with each thrust, "Oh fuck… oh fuck," I repeated. "Feels good?" he asked with a giggle. "Yeah… ohh god," I cried out as he kept withdrawing, then pushing back in. The feeling was incredible and I moaned with every thrust. "That's how you've made me feel every time," Rob murmured, his voice full of desire. "I know, I can't believe I missed out on this." "You weren't ready. You are now," he said sensually. I was enjoying the feeling more and more when his cock scraped my prostate and my eyes opened wide. "Oh man," I shuddered and sighed deeply, "I fucking love it." He smiled, pleased that he had found the spot. "You're so tight, fuck, you feel incredible," he moaned and kept the same rhythm for a few moments, gently fucking my ass. He then kissed my lips and I responded by kissing him hungrily. He let go of my hands and they instinctively wrapped around his neck. He then grabbed my legs and whispered passionately, "Are you ready for more?" I nodded and his rhythm slowly picked up. He closed his eyes, caught up in the moment and, just as I did when I fucked him, his thrusts became harder and harder as he began pistoning into me. I concentrated on the sexy sounds he was making as well as the slapping of his skin against mine, thinking this had to be the hottest sex we'd had, just because he was in control and I was being dominated. He began kissing me again and seemed to look for a better position to give me as much pleasure as he could. He raised my leg a bit higher and shifted his body a couple of times making me spread my legs wider. We stopped kissing and he began pounding my ass. I gasped and threw my head back as he began assaulting my prostate, making me feel outrageously good. I gripped the sheets and just tried to prepare for the awesome orgasm that was about to rip through my body. Each one of his thrusts elicited a loud moan out of me and I felt like I was nearing to point of no return, when he stopped moving and pulled his cock out of my ass. "Oh, fuck, why'd you stop?" "Cause I don't want this to be over yet," he said. He flipped my body over, applied more lube to my open hole, wiped some of it on his shaft and re entered me, sliding easily into me this time. His raised my leg to the side and I let him slide his arm under my shoulders. I laid flat on my stomach and concentrated on the sensations each time his cock slid in and out of my ass. "Oh yeah, this feels so fucking good," I moaned and spread my legs wider. I enjoyed feeling his lips pressed against my neck or my shoulders as he caressed my back. We settled in that position for a moment and he whispered lovingly into my ear, "You feel so amazing, baby. I love you, we are so good together." It was the first time he had used that word, and I smiled, feeling we had definitely reached a new level in the relationship. "Ohh, fuck yeah, keep doing that!" I groaned with pleasure as he started speeding up his thrusts, poking my prostate relentlessly again. The full body contact was driving me crazy so I raised myself a little and he grabbed my hips to begin fucking me doggy. He pounded my ass faster, deeper and harder and I couldn’t control my moans as I thrust myself back against him with each stroke. Then, he slid his hand under me and grabbed my rock hard erection, smearing the precum with his thumb, making me tremble. I groaned and felt the pleasure grow inside my body. He began timing his fucking and his stroking. He kept teasing my prostate and after a short while, I felt myself going over the edge. "Ohhh, I’m gonna shoot," I almost whined. "Oh fuck, me too," he moaned, holding his cock all the way inside me. My body shook as I shot spurt after spurt, soaking the sheets beneath me, feeling like this was definitely one of my top five orgasms. He pulled back a little and embedded himself hard into me again as I was cumming, and cried out, "Oh fuck Mark, yes, oh yeah," as he unloaded inside me. I could feel every bit of his orgasm as he pushed himself even deeper and his body quaked and shook from the pleasure of cumming in my ass. I realized that I never wanted that moment to be over. I fucking loved feeling him explode inside of me and I knew it was something I would soon be hooked on as I tried to get my head around just how good this had felt. We panted and tried to catch our breaths as we let our orgasms subside. He stayed in me for a bit but eventually, he gently pulled himself out. We raised ourselves up to a kneeling position and his jizz began trickling out. I turned my head a little. We kissed, as he wrapped his arms tight around my chest. "I’m never letting you go," he moaned in my mouth. "That’s fine with me," I smiled, feeling so good I could hardly speak. Then, we lay on the bed for a moment, physically drained of energy but emotionally fulfilled.
<div id="readability-content"><h1>U-N-I Chapter 4</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> <p><span>The following story is entirely a work of fiction. The characters are not based on any particular celebrity but the story is about fictional characters, who are celebrities in the story. The music used in this story will be music by the band Coldplay.</span></p><p><span>Here is the reworked version of chapter 4</span></p><p><span>Let me know what you think of the story at </span><span><a href="mailto:[email protected]">[email protected]</a></span></p><p><span>and check out my tumblr blog at</span><span><a href="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://u-n-i-live.tumblr.com/&amp;sa=D&amp;ust=1564930411647000">&nbsp;https://u-n-i-live.tumblr.com/</a></span></p><p><span>---------------------------</span></p><p><span>As soon as he saw me coming out of the school building, Rob walked away from the people he was chatting with and ran over to me.</span></p><p><span>"Hey, how did you do?" he asked, as we had just taken the Maths exam for our leaving certificate.</span></p><p><span>"Alright, I think. My mind sort of shut down at some point though. I fucking hate maths."</span></p><p><span>He laughed</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"I don't believe you. Bet it was a piece of cake for you."</span></p><p><span>After a pause, he said,</span></p><p><span>"We're all eating out, but then they're going home to study. So you know what that means?"</span></p><p><span>He sounded hopeful.</span></p><p><span>"Shit, I don't know if I can," I replied, "my dad's seriously doing my head in. He's having a bunch of friends over this weekend so apparently now I have to cut the lawn and hose down the patio and clean the fucking barbeque this afternoon."</span></p><p><span>"Oh, for fuck's sake," he complained. "What does he take you for? His slave? Like he can’t tidy his fucking garden himself. They’re his fucking friends, it’s not like he’ll want you around when they’re there to enjoy the results of </span><span>your</span><span>&nbsp;hard work."</span></p><p><span>I shrugged. I was so used to it.</span></p><p><span>"Tell him you have to study for tomorrow," he suggested.</span></p><p><span>I stared at him with raised eyebrows. He knew my dad didn't give a shit about that.</span></p><p><span>He laughed,</span></p><p><span>"Well, I dunno, tell him to fuck off then."</span></p><p><span>I shook my head.</span></p><p><span>"If you don't have the cheek to tell him that, then let me do it!"</span></p><p><span>"Careful. That might backfire on me."</span></p><p><span>"Come on, we can play and write," he spoke slowly and temptingly then paused before continuing, "and fuck, and play and write and fuck."</span></p><p><span>I let out a chuckle,</span></p><p><span>“Sounds like the perfect afternoon!” I smiled and gazed at him.</span></p><p><span>"And night," he said.</span></p><p><span>For a few seconds, his eyes were locked onto mine.</span></p><p><span>“I want to kiss you so bad right now,” he said sensuously. He took a quick glance around to see if anyone was close and then gripped my jacket, "you look so good in this."</span></p><p><span>I smiled,</span></p><p><span>“Are you trying to give me a boner?” I asked jokingly.</span></p><p><span>“Yeah. Then you might decide that clearing out the yard isn't how you wanna spend your day," he said, then looked over my shoulder as a girl was calling his name. He let go of my jacket, looking disappointed and we watched as she and her group of friends walked over to us cheerfully.</span></p><p><span>"Heard you guys are playing on Saturday night?" one of them asked.</span></p><p><span>"Yeah," Rob replied, "you're coming this time, right? Tell me you're coming," he insisted with a smile.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;She smiled back flirtatiously at him,</span></p><p><span>“Yes, of course, we won't miss it this time. I can’t believe we missed last week's gig. Everyone’s talking about it.”</span></p><p><span>“We told you to come, didn't we?" he said and winked at her.</span></p><p><span>She shrugged and gave him a plausible explanation as to why she hadn't been able to come to our gig at the club.</span></p><p><span>We chatted with them for a moment until we ran out of topics to talk about. As they began walking away, I asked,</span></p><p><span>"Why do you keep flirting with them?"</span></p><p><span>He laughed,</span></p><p><span>"’Cause they like it and it strokes my ego," he joked.</span></p><p><span>"You do realize that they think it's weird you haven't fucked any of them - especially Kerry."</span></p><p><span>He shrugged,</span></p><p><span>"They think I'm too hot for her," he said with a laugh.</span></p><p><span>"Dumbass!" I laughed, "You're not too hot for her," I teased, "she's too hot for you! Kerry's beautiful."</span></p><p><span>"Yeah, she is," he agreed with a nod.</span></p><p><span>"Are you just saying that," I teased.</span></p><p><span>"No, she's totally gorgeous," he said sincerely. "I can appreciate her beauty. Doesn't mean that I want to do anything about it."</span></p><p><span>I nodded and suddenly realized that I was beginning to feel the exact same way and that he had put into words what I was still struggling to understand.</span></p><p><span>------</span></p><p><span>We had planned on performing in a pub on Saturday night to kind of celebrate the end of our exams. This time, we wanted to have the whole performance filmed and recorded so the five of us had planned on spending the evening together to rehearse on Friday night.</span></p><p><span>I first went to Rachel’s to say goodbye to her as she was leaving on the next day. Then I went back to Rob’s place before we had to go meet the guys. I entered the house and saw that Charlie was there, talking with Rob and standing a bit too close to him – for my liking.</span></p><p><span>"Shit!" I thought, ‘’Am I jealous?"</span></p><p><span>They both looked at me when I came in and I felt a bit awkward, wondering if I was interrupting something.</span></p><p><span>"Hey," I said to them, studying their attitude.</span></p><p><span>"Hey," Charlie said, moving away from Rob and fidgeting a little. I had never really paid attention to him but, as I watched him, I thought he was actually really good-looking.</span></p><p><span>He turned to Rob again and said, searching for his words, "so… will you come over later tonight though?… for that thing I’ve got to give back to you…. You can come over and pick it up around eight, is that alright?" he said, obviously lying.</span></p><p><span>"Yeah, sure," Rob smiled and nodded.</span></p><p><span>"Alright, cool," he winked, staring at him flirtatiously as he took a few steps back.</span></p><p><span>Then, he turned around and walked toward me. "See you later, Mark."</span></p><p><span>"See ya," I answered, my tone of voice making it clear that I thought he was acting weird.</span></p><p><span>Once he had shut the front door, I looked back at Rob,</span></p><p><span>"Come over tonight?" I repeated, raising an eyebrow.</span></p><p><span>"He wants to fuck," he said, as if I hadn’t understood.</span></p><p><span>"Yeah, I got that!"</span></p><p><span>He laughed. "Too bad you walked in!" he said in frustration.</span></p><p><span>I didn’t say anything. I was pretty sure he was only teasing me. As much as I wanted to play his game, I wasn’t really able to.</span></p><p><span>"Are you gonna go?" I asked, unsure.</span></p><p><span>"I might," he shrugged, playing it cool.</span></p><p><span>"Is he really that good?" I joked</span></p><p><span>He smiled, teasing me,</span></p><p><span>"You jealous?"</span></p><p><span>I might have let it show, but I answered seductively,</span></p><p><span>"No. But why would you want to have sex with him when you can sex with me?"</span></p><p><span>He shrugged again,</span></p><p><span>"Why would you want to have sex with Rachel when you can have sex with me?</span></p><p><span>Well played, I thought,</span></p><p><span>"Not the same. He’s just a fuck buddy to you."</span></p><p><span>"A very good one!" he said, thinking about Charlie.</span></p><p><span>"And I’ve been avoiding Rachel all week. I think she’s been noticing."</span></p><p><span>He laughed,</span></p><p><span>"You’re adorable," he told me, giving me a peck on the lips, "don’t worry, I was telling him I’ve been too busy lately. I’ll text him later and tell him I can’t go."</span></p><p><span>I just gave him a look that said it all.</span></p><p><span>"So, how were the goodbyes? Did she cry? Told you she’d call you every day?" he said over dramatically.</span></p><p><span>"No, I tried to make it quick… let’s go," I replied, to change the subject.</span></p><p><span>"Yeah!"</span></p><p><span>---</span></p><p><span>The whole month of July went by in a flash. We played gigs several times a week, attracting an even larger following, worked on our songs as often as possible and met with the record company.</span></p><p><span>Rob’s father agreed to talk to them for us if it was necessary. He had agreed to act sort of like a manager for as long as we didn't have one. He was a great man, just looking at him, I knew who Robbie had inherited his charisma from. He was so funny and did one-man shows in pubs, or small theaters in his free time.</span></p><p><span>He had discussed our situation with the label and it was decided that we would start recording our first album but also start College in October. Therefore, we enrolled in Trinity College in Dublin but it was more to make our parents happy. They didn't want the band to take over any academic thing. I guess they didn't want us to be too disappointed if things didn't go as planned. They saw the band as a hobby, and didn’t want it to monopolize too much of our time. They wanted us to go to College to have some kind of academic background in case we’d fall flat on our faces.</span></p><p><span>Although the A&amp;R team at BMG had told Rob's father that we were a band with great potential and they had faith in our ability to 'make it' as they'd say they especially wanted us to perform live as much as possible because it was our strength and it was the best way to attract journalists, to get critiques in music magazines and to be taken seriously.</span></p><p><span>They wanted us to work and improve our best songs with professionals. They had big hopes for three songs, which they believed would work very well to start promoting the band to a targeted audience, which would be 18 to 30 year olds, male and female, who listened to rock.</span></p><p><span>They had signed us for two albums and we were going to start recording these three songs in the studio at the beginning of August. They were putting a lot of pressure on us. We knew we were damn lucky here. I was sure it did not happen this easily for over 90% of the bands out there. Everything was happening at astonishing speed for us.</span></p><p><span>It was late July, we were lying in bed after having done nothing but write music and have sex all day in my bedroom, my parents being away in France, for the first time, without me. With what was happening between us, we felt inspired all the time and the music just kept flowing. The sun had already started to rise by the time we settled down to sleep.</span></p><p><span>We were sweaty and exhausted, having both cum for the third time in a few short hours. Our first fuck had been absolutely amazing and had been triggered by lyrics we had written and then me telling him that I loved him.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Move onto your back," he told me while we were having sex.</span></p><p><span>Obeying him, I pulled out of him. I rolled and he straddled my cock, facing toward my feet. I grabbed the base of my cock and he lowered himself down onto it, making us both moan softly the entire time.</span></p><p><span>Then he began to rock back and forth and I watched my cock slide in and out of his ass, loving the view.</span></p><p><span>"Oh yeah, right there, fuck, fuck," he panted and I saw the muscles in his back twitch as he stroked his own cock.</span></p><p><span>Then he laid against me until his back was resting on my chest. He bent his knees slightly on either side of me and began fucking himself on my cock. The extreme body contact was driving me so wild that I had to grip his hand tight.</span></p><p><span>"Oh yeah, oh yeah," he moaned. His other hand reached above him until it was grasping me behind my head. I stared at the bulge of his bicep and inhaled his scent that still turned me on so fucking much. I enjoyed the feeling of his weight on top of me as I cupped his pec and rolled his nipple between my fingers.</span></p><p><span>"Oh, Rob, fuck!" I gasped as he continued to fuck himself hard against me.</span></p><p><span>"You gonna blow?" he panted.</span></p><p><span>"Yeah," I moaned, feeling my climax come closer and closer.</span></p><p><span>"Do it," he responded. He started working my cock even faster and I could feel him quicken the pace on his own cock. My need to cum was so overwhelming that I was practically whining as I felt my balls tighten in preparation for my orgasm and my cock started tingling.</span></p><p><span>"Ohhh yeah," I moaned as I felt the cum shooting out of me, feeling like it wasn't going to end any time soon.</span></p><p><span>Rob groaned and I felt his ass tighten around my cock before he began to cum as well.</span></p><p><span>"Oh, Fuck, Mark," he whimpered as his jizz ripped out of him.</span></p><p><span>I looked over his shoulder to see the first load pumping out of him and hitting him on the shoulders, and even on his face. He continued pumping his cock and moaning until his chest was covered in cum. The jizz on his shoulder dripped off of him and landed on my chest.</span></p><p><span>Slowly, he stopped moaning and rocking himself on my cock.</span></p><p><span>"Oh, man!" he sighed, releasing the grip he had kept on my head, "That was so good, so fucking good. You're the best!"</span></p><p><span>----</span></p><p><span>Now here we were, a few hours later, having done it again.</span></p><p><span>I rolled off Rob, and he slowly lowered his legs back down onto the bed. I saw him wince a bit as he turned on his side to face me.</span></p><p><span>"You ok?" I asked as I tied a knot in the condom we had used to avoid making a mess and having to shower this late at night.</span></p><p><span>"Yeah," he answered. "I guess that's just what I get for being such a hungry bottom."</span></p><p><span>It was the first time he had ever used the word when we were together. I didn't like it. Not because of the word, but because it was a reminder that he was always giving himself to me and I wasn't giving myself to him.</span></p><p><span>"We probably shouldn't do that twice in a row like that," I said, feeling bad now that the moment had passed. I shifted one hand under, and one hand over him, kissing his lips. I brought my hand down to his ass and massaged his cheeks. He smiled at me and closed his eyes. I brought a finger to his hole, which was still open and slick with lube. I traced my finger along the outside of his anus, hoping it would soothe him.</span></p><p><span>"You're gonna get me all worked up again," he said quietly.</span></p><p><span>I wanted to ask him why he loved bottoming with me so much when it wasn't something he had ever done with the guys he'd been with before but I could tell he was drifting off to sleep. For now, I was content to go to sleep as well but I knew I would soon have to grow a pair and reciprocate.</span></p><p><span>Indeed, since Rachel had left on holidays, we'd had sex every day, sometimes several times a day, but he had never fucked me. He had played with my ass, massaged my prostate and given me as much pleasure as he could but he had never taken it further, never even asked if he could fuck me and I didn't really offer.</span></p><p><span>He was always willing to let me do him and I could see how much he enjoyed it. We hadn't fucked every time we'd been together, but when we had, he'd always acted first. He’d lube up my cock or tell me he wanted to feel me in him. I always made sure he came as hard as he possibly could, spending him, fucking him hard, gently, fast, lovingly, slowly, however he wanted it, but deep down, I knew that it wasn't enough and that I needed to give him more than that. I knew that he didn't want to make me do anything that I was uncomfortable with and I loved him even more for it. He was taking things slow to make sure that I'd want to do it again - to make sure that I'd like it. He was right, I still didn't feel super comfortable with the idea of bottoming and I absolutely loved being on top… but so did he and I felt bad for denying him the pleasure.</span></p><p><span>----</span></p><p><span>It was now mid-August. Rachel was back and I had just been with her. I had no idea what the fuck I was doing. What was I supposed to do? Tell her as soon as she got back,</span></p><p><span>"Hey, I've been fucking Rob for a month while you were away so now, I'm gay. See ya, this was fun…"?</span></p><p><span>I mean, it couldn't hurt her like this. I loved her. She wasn't just my girlfriend, she was one of my best friends too. I was so confused and tormented, I just didn't know what to do, whatever I'd decide, I'd end up hurting one of the people I loved the most in the world.</span></p><p><span>Rob understood why I still hadn't broken up with her. He had even said that he didn't care if I continued to have sex with her as long as we could still be together once in a while, but I knew he was lying. He wanted us to be more than just fuck buddies and he kept avoiding Rachel as much as possible, to not have to see me with her.</span></p><p><span>For a couple of weeks, I behaved like a complete asshole and had sex with both of them. Although we were so busy with the band that I did manage to not be alone with Rachel that much and we'd only had sex twice.</span></p><p><span>"Alright, I'll be home soon," Rachel said to her mother over the phone as she sat down next to me. We were hanging out with Jordan, Dylan and a couple of other friends on a Sunday afternoon.</span></p><p><span>"My mum's making her famous Sunday carvery so you're invited over for dinner. You can come, can't you?" she asked me as she sat back down next to me.</span></p><p><span>Before answering, I looked over at Rob for a brief moment. He was playing cards with a friend of ours but he’d heard.</span></p><p><span>"Sure," I nodded and Rob turned around to look at us. He didn't let anything on but I could tell he would have prefered me to go home with him, or at least to not leave and stay at Jordan's.</span></p><p><span>"Why aren't we invited too?" Jordan joked. "I love your mum's carvery."</span></p><p><span>"Cause I'm not dating you," she shot back.</span></p><p><span>"You wish," he teased her, which he would always do.</span></p><p><span>"I'm out of your league Jord, get over it, I've got the looks AND the brains," she shot back and I laughed.</span></p><p><span>Rachel would always put him back in his place in a smart way. She was probably the only girl who was not falling for Jordan's womanizing ways. Maybe just because she saw him more as a brother than a potential boyfriend. She was so right though, Jordan tended to go for hot but dumb girls, whom he could easily manipulate and Rachel was from from dumb. She was very intelligent, super artistic and so pretty, which I loved about her.</span></p><p><span>So here I was, hanging out with her after dinner. We mucked around, we laughed, we listened to music, we talked about our friends, about the band, about some of the drawings she had recently created using only lines and when the moment came and we began making out, the best I could say was that I wasn't into it. I tried and we did have sex but I could tell that she noticed something was off with me. &nbsp;I found an excuse to go home shortly after it was over, feeling miserable.</span></p><p><span>I didn't go over to Rob's that night. I couldn't. I felt too overwhelmed with what was going on in my love life and I needed some alone time to figure things out in own head. All that I knew was that I had to make a decision and be true to myself.</span></p><p><span>I lay on my bed for a long time as I tried to figure out what I was going to do and then, I realized, the only thing that could help me feel better at that point was to lose myself in music and write. So that's what I did. My dad didn't want me to play in the house in the evening, but at that moment, I didn't give a shit.</span></p><p><span>All I had was an old acoustic guitar, all of our other instruments being either at Rob's or at Damon's. &nbsp;I began strumming the guitar. I wasn't really thinking about anything or anyone. I tuned it differently several times. It lasted for long moments before a melody started to emerge and then the magic happened. The song seemed to just write itself. I mean, I knew I was there, writing it, but it felt like it came from above and it felt amazing.</span></p><p><span>As I began thinking of lyrics all I could think about was Rob. It became evident as soon as I wrote the first few ideas down that I was going to write a song </span><span>for</span><span>&nbsp;him. Again, lyrics came pouring out of me and by the end, it felt like the song was my way of telling Rob how my whole life had changed because of him, for him, for us.</span></p><p><span>It was 2am when I finally put down the guitar and notepads and went to bed, at peace with myself.</span></p><p><span>The next day, I went home with Rob after having spent a few hours working on our music with Damon, Jordan and Dylan. As we were chilling in his room, I started playing the melody.</span></p><p><span>"I wrote a song last night," I said.</span></p><p><span>"You did?" he asked, surprised.</span></p><p><span>I didn't look up at him, just softly strummed the guitar as I said,</span></p><p><span>"Yeah, in two hours it was done. It sort of wrote itself really. It felt incredible. I love it when that happens."</span></p><p><span>"What's it about?" he asked me, sitting next to me on the floor. We were both resting our backs on the end of the bed.</span></p><p><span>"Well… you, mainly. Just trying not to make it too obvious though," I said softly, looking up at his gorgeous face.</span></p><p><span>"Me?" he asked with a smile.</span></p><p><span>"Yeah. I’ve been writing a few songs about you lately." I admitted. They weren't really full written songs, just lyrics and tabs scribbled here and there whenever I thought of him.</span></p><p><span>He smiled broadly. "You wanna sing it to me?" he asked, knowing very well that I might not want to do that.</span></p><p><span>"I dunno, I don’t like doing that," I smiled self-consciously, I’ve never been a show-off type of guy.</span></p><p><span>"Come on," he begged. "Just pretend I’m not here."</span></p><p><span>I hesitated but the pleading look in his eyes soon made me cave,</span></p><p><span>"Alright!" I agreed reluctantly, but added as I looked into his eyes, "don’t say anything!"</span></p><p><span>"I’m not even here!" he joked, pushing himself up from the floor; he laid on the bed, his head not far from my shoulder, looking at the ceiling.’</span></p><p><span>I laughed,</span></p><p><span>"Ok, here goes," and I started playing again. The main lyrics went like this,</span></p><p><span>Look at the stars,</span></p><p><span>Look how they shine for you,</span></p><p><span>And everything you do,</span></p><p><span>Yeah, they were all yellow.</span></p><p><span>I came along,</span></p><p><span>I wrote a song for you,</span></p><p><span>And all the things you do,</span></p><p><span>And it was called Yellow.</span></p><p><span>…..</span></p><p><span>Your skin,</span></p><p><span>Oh yeah your skin and bones,</span></p><p><span>Turn into something beautiful,</span></p><p><span>Do you know,</span></p><p><span>You know I love you so</span></p><p><span>…….</span></p><p><span>He remained silent when I stopped playing. I turned my head to see his reaction.</span></p><p><span>He rolled onto his side and smiled,</span></p><p><span>"</span><span>That</span><span>&nbsp;goes on the album!"</span></p><p><span>I chuckled,</span></p><p><span>"No way, it’s too personal."</span></p><p><span>"Are you kidding? It’s amazing. &nbsp;And it could be about anyone. You just feel it’s personal 'cause you know who you wrote it for. The melody’s so good."</span></p><p><span>I smiled, glad that he had liked it so much, but I didn't respond.</span></p><p><span>After a moment of silence, he asked admiringly,</span></p><p><span>"How do you do it?"</span></p><p><span>I shrugged and played it for a bit longer,</span></p><p><span>"I dunno, it was easy. There’s nothing complicated about the chords. They’re quite simple. I just played with the tuning."</span></p><p><span>"The simplest melody are always the best ones. I don’t know how you do it." he said. "How can you create a whole song like that, so easily?"</span></p><p><span>"You can do it too!" I reminded him.</span></p><p><span>"Not like you, no," he said, shaking his head, ‘’it’s like you’re sucking something from the air. Something in you is hearing nothing, and making it into something! That’s amazing."</span></p><p><span>I smiled,</span></p><p><span>"Yeah, it feels like that sometimes."</span></p><p><span>"Why the word ‘</span><span>Yellow</span><span>’?" he asked, as I repeated it several times throughout the song, and it sort of acted as a key word.</span></p><p><span>"I don’t know, why not? For the stars maybe," I smiled, "or for you own personal sunlight," I added in a whisper, looking up at him.</span></p><p><span>He smiled and caressed my shoulder and a thought struck me that it was probably for the light he brought in me.</span></p><p><span>I gave a slight shrug. "I was missing a keyword in the lyrics. Could be the title."</span></p><p><span>I started playing chords again. He listened and when I stopped playing, he said,</span></p><p><span>"I thought you were with Rachel last night.</span></p><p><span>"I was," I confirmed softly, "but I didn’t stay long."</span></p><p><span>I was quiet for a moment, as I thought about what had happened with her the night before. I was still struggling emotionally but my decision was made.</span></p><p><span>"I’m gonna break up with her," I finally told him, with a determined tone in my voice.</span></p><p><span>"Are you?" he asked, a bit of hope in his voice that he couldn’t quite hide.</span></p><p><span>"I can’t keep doing this," I answered in a whisper.</span></p><p><span>"What happened last night, did you have sex with her?" he asked, knowing the answer, but probably wanting me to say no.</span></p><p><span>"Yeah. But I didn’t want to, I could barely get hard," I sighed, "and when I went down on her, I fucking wanted her to have a dick between her legs," I said with a totally hopeless tone of voice and he let out a laugh, before he actually broke out laughing full-on.</span></p><p><span>"C'mon, dude. Don’t laugh, it’s not funny. It’s so bad!" I said as I shook my head.</span></p><p><span>But his laughter was infectious and I started laughing with him.</span></p><p><span>As he was laughing, he slid off the bed to lay down on the floor beside,</span></p><p><span>"Oh jesus, I'm imagining it and it's not pretty."</span></p><p><span>"Stop it!" I ordered but he couldn't.</span></p><p><span>I placed the guitar on the floor next to me and straddled him.</span></p><p><span>"Stop laughing," I repeated, tickling his sides.</span></p><p><span>"I'm trying," he laughed and tried to turn around on his stomach to get me off of him.</span></p><p><span>He hated being tickled and I'd always get a kick out of tickling him until he'd beg to stop. As kids, it was something I always did to get whatever I wanted out of him.</span></p><p><span>"Hey," he yelled. "You know I don't mess around with tickling." &nbsp; </span></p><p><span>I laughed at him,</span></p><p><span>"I don't mess around with tickling," I repeated, making fun of him.</span></p><p><span>"Alright, sorry, sorry. I'm sorry. But the way you said that," he said, trying to regain his composure, "I wanted her to have a dick between her legs’," he repeated, shaking his head.</span></p><p><span>I let out a loud huff and chuckled.</span></p><p><span>"I’m gay," I said shaking my head, as if I was finally admitting it to myself.</span></p><p><span>"Yeah, you are," he confirmed.</span></p><p><span>"I’m fucking gay," I repeated, actually feeling relieved to be able to say it out loud.</span></p><p><span>Rob stared at me but didn't say anything. He wasn't laughing anymore.</span></p><p><span>"You know I thought I was at least bi, but now, I think you’ve just turned me gay," I announced, looking into his eyes.</span></p><p><span>He nodded his head. "Yeah!" he exclaimed. "I’m THAT good," he stated proudly.</span></p><p><span>I gazed at him with a smile on my face.</span></p><p><span>"Your ego’s doing alright?" I joked.</span></p><p><span>"Better than ever," he replied with a laugh.</span></p><p><span>"Fucking hell," I laughed.</span></p><p><span>"Hey, don’t blame it on me. You’re gay because you want to be."</span></p><p><span>"Well, because of you! Cause it’s just so damn good with you!" I told him, faking annoyance.</span></p><p><span>"Hey, look, I did you a favour. You would have realized when you were forty and married with three kids that something was missing in your sex life," he joked.</span></p><p><span>I chuckled,</span></p><p><span>"You’re probably right."</span></p><p><span>"What are you gonna tell her?" he asked more seriously.</span></p><p><span>"I dunno," I sighed. "The truth I guess."</span></p><p><span>"Wow, you sure that’s a good idea?" he asked, concerned. "Just tell her you cheated on her, that’s the truth. She doesn’t need to know more than that."</span></p><p><span>"She’s gonna want to know more. And I owe it to her. She doesn’t deserve to be lied to like that."</span></p><p><span>He thought about it. "What if she gets so upset that she tells everyone to get back at you?"</span></p><p><span>"No, she won’t do that!" I stated, confident that she wasn't like that.</span></p><p><span>"You don’t know what girls can do when they have their hearts broken. And she can be a bit wacky like that."</span></p><p><span>"She won’t do that," I repeated. "and lying to her would be pointless. I know she’ll be able to see it on my face. It’s easy to see when I’m lying."</span></p><p><span>"Well, I guess you know her better than I do. I hope we can trust her. Do whatever you think is best.”</span></p><p><span>"Shit, I don’t wanna have to do this," I sighed, dejected.</span></p><p><span>"Yeah, I wouldn’t like to be in your shoes!"</span></p><p><span>"Thanks for your support," I chuckled and faked wanting to cry, "I hate this so much. I don't wanna hurt her and this is gonna hurt her so bad."</span></p><p><span>"She'll understand," he said softly.</span></p><p><span>"Yes, she will," I nodded my head.</span></p><p><span>We both knew she'd understand,</span></p><p><span>"But I'm about to shatter her world into pieces and I hate myself for it."</span></p><p><span>"You can't stay with someone just to make </span><span>them </span><span>happy."</span></p><p><span>I sighed,</span></p><p><span>"You know I bet she’s gonna want to talk to you," I told him, knowing very well that she wouldn't let me go without a fight.</span></p><p><span>"Great, can’t wait! She’s gonna hate me so much," he said apprehensively.</span></p><p><span>"How anybody could hate you is beyond me," I smiled.</span></p><p><span>"Oh, but she will!" he said with nod.</span></p><p><span>I raised my eyebrows and sighed. I rested my head against the bed and closed my eyes. After a short moment, I felt his gaze on me so I opened them again and smiled at him. He looked at me with need,</span></p><p><span>"I can’t believe I’ve got you!"</span></p><p><span>I let my eyes slip up and down his body,</span></p><p><span>"Believe it," I murmured.</span></p><p><span>I moved so that I was sitting on his thighs and he placed his hands on my hips as mine travelled up his arms, to each side of his face.</span></p><p><span>"You know what?" I asked, "I really feel ok being gay. As long as I’ve got you with me," I told him sincerely and kissed his lips with a bit of intensity.</span></p><p><span>He kissed me back for a moment,</span></p><p><span>"I’ll always be with you, for as long as you want me to be."</span></p><p><span>I took a deep breath and gathered my thoughts,</span></p><p><span>"I think I’ve finally come to terms with what I feel for you. I know you want a real relationship, and I think that’s something I can give you now. I know I don’t want just sex from you."</span></p><p><span>Our eyes locked and we became lost in each others’.</span></p><p><span>"I want you so much right now," he said with a passion in his voice I found irresistible.</span></p><p><span>There was a short silence,</span></p><p><span>"Well you’re gonna love what’s coming then," I smiled.</span></p><p><span>A puzzled expression danced across his face.</span></p><p><span>I kissed and licked his lips softly and whispered,</span></p><p><span>"I wanna do it," I told him, "I want you to fuck me."</span></p><p><span>I could tell his heart melted,</span></p><p><span>"Well aren’t you full of surprises tonight?"</span></p><p><span>I giggled at his tone of voice.</span></p><p><span>That was it. I wanted it. Finally feeling able to say out loud that I was gay made the whole idea of bottoming incredibly enticing. I was now craving to feel his dick inside of me. I wanted it so bad. I needed to feel his length slide in and out of me and see if it was as enjoyable as it seemed to be for Rob. It was high time I stopped being a coward and let him fuck me, let </span><span>him</span><span>&nbsp;love </span><span>me</span><span>.</span></p><p><span>He pressed his body against mine and pushed me down onto my back before straddling me. I pulled him in for a kiss and reached under his tshirt to pull it over his head. As he took it off, my hands travelled down to the waistband of his jeans. Rob understood what I wanted to do and raised himself up to give me enough room to unfasten the button and zip then he pressed his chest against mine again. &nbsp;We both moaned with need as we kissed and I slid my hands across his smooth ass cheeks, feeling them tighten under my touch.</span></p><p><span>Then, my hands left his ass and I caressed him. Everything about him was tight. His arms, his back, his stomach and chest. My hands roamed all over him, feeling his smooth golden skin.</span></p><p><span>He kept kissing me passionately as I caressed him, his hand roaming over my chest under my tshirt.</span></p><p><span>Then he sat up and grabbed my arm. I raised myself up and he pulled my t shirt over my head urgently. He stood up to remove his jeans and underwear and I did the same as I watched his toned gorgeous naked body. My eyes stared at his hard member, ready to fuck me for the first time. I was both eager and apprehensive.</span></p><p><span>I stepped close to him and placed my hand behind his head, drawing him closer. He wrapped his hands around my back and as we resumed kissing as we fell on the bed facing each other.</span></p><p><span>Our cocks started to rub up against each other. Before I knew it we were working ourselves into a rhythm, totally in tune with each other's bodies. I could feel the wetness on my stomach, as our cocks began moving faster and faster. I humped myself against him harder. His hand slid in between my ass cheeks and his index finger slid up against my hole.</span></p><p><span>"Oh," I moaned, feeling his finger enter me and savouring the feeling.</span></p><p><span>He slid it back and forth a few times giving me what I was craving for but took it out too soon to reach for the lube. His hand soon returned to my ass and he opened me up again, sliding one and then two fingers into me, as he held me tight against him and listened to me sigh in delight. He used his lubed fingers to gently but firmly to stretch my sphincter.</span></p><p><span>"Feels good," I moaned in his mouth.</span></p><p><span>He panted, "I want you so bad."</span></p><p><span>"I know."</span></p><p><span>"I love you," he sighed.</span></p><p><span>"I know, I love you," I repeated, "take me, I want it," I moaned passionately.</span></p><p><span>My god, I was so ready to do this and to feel his cock inside my body. There was such a level of intimacy between us that I knew it would make the experience exceed any other feeling I’d ever had. I wanted him to dominate me and make me his.</span></p><p><span>He pushed me onto my back and took my throbbing erection in his mouth. I opened my legs and he applied some more lube to my hole. Two of his fingers reentered me and as he started sliding them firmly in and out, an amazing wave of pleasure started coursing through my body.</span></p><p><span>He continued blowing me for a long moment, all the while working his fingers up my ass to get me as ready as he possibly could. When his fingers slid out of my hole, he came back up to kiss me and we started another passionate kiss as our mouths crashed together. My legs instinctively wrapped themselves around him and he pressed his body against mine. The feel of his strong body and soft skin against mine was electrifying.</span></p><p><span>When he pulled back, he raised my legs and I felt his cock slide over my tight hole. My body trembled, so eager to feel him in me that I grabbed the lube and applied it to his cock, smearing it all over. Then I felt the head of his cock brush over my hole again, and in that instant, I knew that I needed him. I needed him </span><span>bad</span><span>.</span></p><p><span>I looked into his eyes, and I knew he could see how much I wanted him. Then my eyes roamed his body. He saw me watching him and smiled lustfully as he leaned down and kissed me lovingly.</span></p><p><span>“Ready?” he asked quietly.</span></p><p><span>I nodded my head wordlessly.</span></p><p><span>He raised my legs, positioned his very hard member at my hole and started pushing the head gently inside. There was pressure as his cockhead pressed into me. He met with a bit of resistance and he had to push a bit harder to pop the head through my sphincter.</span></p><p><span>"Ahhh," I let out a groan, feeling him inside me for the first time.</span></p><p><span>He felt big, and I was tight, but I knew I could take it and I told myself to relax.</span></p><p><span>"You ok?" he asked, hoping I wanted more.</span></p><p><span>"Oh yeah, everything's perfect," I sighed and tried to breathe.</span></p><p><span>He pushed further into me while kissing me, and before long, his cock was fully up my ass and I could feel his balls against my skin. It was a little uncomfortable, but I didn’t feel much pain, his fingers had done their work well.</span></p><p><span>"Oh, fuck, you feel huge," I gasped.</span></p><p><span>He gazed at me, almost imperceptibly raising his eyebrows in a question and just as softly, I nodded my head.</span></p><p><span>Then he did something I hadn't expected. He grabbed my left hand and brought it over my head then he took my right hand and did the same. He laced his fingers through mine making me smile and giggle. He smiled back at me and he started fucking me. Slowly he withdrew, till just the head was inside. Then he pushed back in. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feeling as he penetrated me, deeper and deeper. I panted when he started a rhythm, building the intensity with each thrust,</span></p><p><span>"Oh fuck… oh fuck," I repeated.</span></p><p><span>"Feels good?" he asked with a giggle.</span></p><p><span>"Yeah… ohh god," I cried out as he kept withdrawing, then pushing back in.</span></p><p><span>The feeling was incredible and I moaned with every thrust.</span></p><p><span>"That's how you've made me feel every time," Rob murmured, his voice full of desire.</span></p><p><span>"I know, I can't believe I missed out on this."</span></p><p><span>"You weren't ready. You are now," he said sensually.</span></p><p><span>I was enjoying the feeling more and more when his cock scraped my prostate and my eyes opened wide.</span></p><p><span>"Oh man," I shuddered and sighed deeply, "I fucking love it."</span></p><p><span>He smiled, pleased that he had found the spot.</span></p><p><span>"You're so tight, fuck, you feel incredible," he moaned and kept the same rhythm for a few moments, gently fucking my ass.</span></p><p><span>He then kissed my lips and I responded by kissing him hungrily. He let go of my hands and they instinctively wrapped around his neck. He then grabbed my legs and whispered passionately,</span></p><p><span>"Are you ready for more?"</span></p><p><span>I nodded and his rhythm slowly picked up. He closed his eyes, caught up in the moment and, just as I did when I fucked him, his thrusts became harder and harder as he began pistoning into me. I concentrated on the sexy sounds he was making as well as the slapping of his skin against mine, thinking this had to be the hottest sex we'd had, just because he was in control and I was being dominated.</span></p><p><span>He began kissing me again and seemed to look for a better position to give me as much pleasure as he could. He raised my leg a bit higher and shifted his body a couple of times making me spread my legs wider. We stopped kissing and he began pounding my ass. I gasped and threw my head back as he began assaulting my prostate, making me feel outrageously good. I gripped the sheets and just tried to prepare for the awesome orgasm that was about to rip through my body. Each one of his thrusts elicited a loud moan out of me and I felt like I was nearing to point of no return, when he stopped moving and pulled his cock out of my ass.</span></p><p><span>"Oh, fuck, why'd you stop?"</span></p><p><span>"Cause I don't want this to be over yet," he said.</span></p><p><span>He flipped my body over, applied more lube to my open hole, wiped some of it on his shaft and re entered me, sliding easily into me this time. His raised my leg to the side and I let him slide his arm under my shoulders. I laid flat on my stomach and concentrated on the sensations each time his cock slid in and out of my ass.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Oh yeah, this feels so fucking good," I moaned and spread my legs wider.</span></p><p><span>I enjoyed feeling his lips pressed against my neck or my shoulders as he caressed my back. We settled in that position for a moment and he whispered lovingly into my ear,</span></p><p><span>"You feel so amazing, baby. I love you, we are so good together."</span></p><p><span>It was the first time he had used that word, and I smiled, feeling we had definitely reached a new level in the relationship.</span></p><p><span>"Ohh, fuck yeah, keep doing that!" I groaned with pleasure as he started speeding up his thrusts, poking my prostate relentlessly again.</span></p><p><span>The full body contact was driving me crazy so I raised myself a little and he grabbed my hips to begin fucking me doggy. He pounded my ass faster, deeper and harder and I couldn’t control my moans as I thrust myself back against him with each stroke.</span></p><p><span>Then, he slid his hand under me and grabbed my rock hard erection, smearing the precum with his thumb, making me tremble. I groaned and felt the pleasure grow inside my body. He began timing his fucking and his stroking. He kept teasing my prostate and after a short while, I felt myself going over the edge.</span></p><p><span>"Ohhh, I’m gonna shoot," I almost whined.</span></p><p><span>"Oh fuck, me too," he moaned, holding his cock all the way inside me.</span></p><p><span>My body shook as I shot spurt after spurt, soaking the sheets beneath me, feeling like this was definitely one of my top five orgasms.</span></p><p><span>He pulled back a little and embedded himself hard into me again as I was cumming, and cried out,</span></p><p><span>"Oh fuck Mark, yes, oh yeah," as he unloaded inside me.</span></p><p><span>I could feel every bit of his orgasm as he pushed himself even deeper and his body quaked and shook from the pleasure of cumming in my ass. I realized that I never wanted that moment to be over. I fucking loved feeling him explode inside of me and I knew it was something I would soon be hooked on as I tried to get my head around just how good this had felt.</span></p><p><span>We panted and tried to catch our breaths as we let our orgasms subside. He stayed in me for a bit but eventually, he gently pulled himself out. We raised ourselves up to a kneeling position and his jizz began trickling out. I turned my head a little. We kissed, as he wrapped his arms tight around my chest.</span></p><p><span>"I’m never letting you go," he moaned in my mouth.</span></p><p><span>"That’s fine with me," I smiled, feeling so good I could hardly speak.</span></p><p><span>Then, we lay on the bed for a moment, physically drained of energy but emotionally fulfilled.</span></p> </div></div>
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U-N-I Chapter 9 The following story is entirely a work of fiction. The characters are not based on any particular celebrity but the story is about fictional characters, who are celebrities in the story. The music used in this story is music by the band Coldplay. Let me know what you think of the story at [email protected] and check out my tumblr blog at https://u-n-i-live.tumblr.com/ --------------- He must have been really tired because he quickly drifted off to sleep in my arms. I squirmed out of his grip and as I did so, he rolled over onto his stomach. I lay on my side next to him and just watched him sleep for a moment. It was something I always enjoyed doing, that alone time with him after sex, when I would just watch him and caress him. I knew he did the same sometimes. I ran my fingers along his strong arm before raising myself up to rest my head on his back. For a moment, my hand travelled up and down the small of his back, to his ass cheek and his tigh. I loved his body so much and I knew it so well, nearly all of his extra-sensitive spots. I knew where he was just slightly ticklish. I knew the location of the scar that he’d acquired when he had fallen off his roof at eleven years old. I loved him, every inch of him, and admiring his body was a way to remind myself of who I was, a gay man. After a while, I kissed his lower back and pulled the bed cover over him a little. It was only 8pm and I didn’t feel like spending the evening alone so I got dressed and went back to Jordan’s. I rang the doorbell because the front door required a key to open it from the outside, and I didn't have it with me. "Hey mate," he said as he opened the door to me. "Hey, where's everyone?" I asked him as I peered into the living room. "They went to Rachel’s to have dinner." "Why didn’t you?" "I wanna catch up on Game of Thrones since you've all watched the last episode without me," he complained jokingly "Les absents ont toujours tort," I retorted in French, as I knew he could understand that expression, which basically meant 'Those who are absent are always wrong'. We would always watch that show together but he was out on a date that night. "And I’m not that hungry. I’ll join them later. What’s Rob doing?" "He fell asleep." He looked at me with a grin, "You wore him out. I laughed, "I guess I did!" "Seriously? You just had sex?" he asked amused, as he sat back down on the couch. "Yeah. He must have seen a bit of a blissful expression on my face because he asked with a laugh, "That good?" I just let out a small chuckle as I sat down next to him, "Oh you have no idea, fucking amazing!" He shook his head, "So unfair, how many times d'you have sex a day anyway?" I laughed, "Well, at least once! Can’t resist him!" I grinned slightly. "Really? How come?" he asked me with an inquiring tone. I thought about it for a brief moment, "I dunno, I’ve stopped asking myself that a long time ago." I answered. "Seriously, what is it about him? I bet that even though you’re out, girls are still gonna go crazy over him!" I shrugged with a smile, "You jealous?" I teased him. "A little." he confirmed jokingly and added, "Just trying to understand his secret." "Oh come on, you get your fair share of attention!" "Yeah, sure, but, it’s like, if he’s around, it’s like we don’t exist anymore." "Yeah, well, I don’t care. I’d rather stay out of the spotlight as much as possible." "Hey, I don’t mind it!" he said as he continued to wonder why Rob was so popular, "Yeah, everyone’s attracted to him. Even I have to admit that he’s hot!" he said with a laugh. "Why is everyone so attracted to him? Why are you?" "I don’t know, just because he’s perfect and gorgeous and intelligent and interesting and fun and loving and charming … I could go on and on," I grinned. "Well, so am I!" he exclaimed. I let out a laugh, "Alright, you wanna know, there’s just an intensity to it with him, there’s just something about him I can’t get enough of." "Yeah, that’s it! Even on stage, there’s an intensity to him. I have to work on that!" he pondered for a few seconds. I laughed, "Just be who you are!" "Yeah, but with a bit more intensity though!" he nodded. "Damn, I do talk to you about him a lot!" I exclaimed, I hadn’t realized how much I shared private things about our relationship with him. He laughed, "That’s ok, I don’t mind, it’s fun!" "Well, not that I don’t enjoy your company, but I’m starving. I think I’m gonna go to Rachel’s too." "Yeah, well, me too then," he said, turning off the TV. We walked out of his place and went to Rachel’s. They were all having take out on the coffee table watching TV when we came in, and we immediately noticed there were two boys and a girl that we didn’t know, but who looked familiar. "Hello!" Jordan told them a bit surprised, "Who the hell are you?" Damon laughed. "Hey, be nice! We found them waiting in the cold when the delivery guy showed up. They moderate the fans forum, we figured we needed them on our side." "Oh I see, you’re the ones who can erase compromising pictures or nasty comments," Jordan joked. "Yeah, exactly," one of the boys said. "It's so great to meet you, we can't believe we're here," he said, as they stood up to shake our hands. "Well, nice to meet you!" I told them. "Likewise," the girl said with a lot of admiration in her voice, as she stared at me. "You look familiar, have we seen you around here before?" I asked her. "Yeah, we’ve come here a few times, and you must have seen us at your gigs, you’ve signed us autographs once." "I thought so. How come you know where we live?" I asked with curiosity. Damon and Dylan looked at them. "You’ve already asked them that, haven’t you?" They nodded, "Ok, never mind." She answered nonetheless, "There really aren't that many people who know where you live, but everyone’s asking on the forum, but we always answer that they must write to BMG if they want to send you something. I think the few who know where you live don’t tell others anymore." "Let’s hope so!" Jordan said. "Rob’s not coming over?" Damon asked me. "No, he’s sleeping." "Already?" he asked in surprise. "Yeah, he was knackered." I could tell the fans were very disappointed, but they didn’t say anything, just looked at each other and pouted. Jordan grinned at me and I knew he wanted to make a joke so I pushed his shoulder with my hand as I told him to shut up. “Was he feeling a bit better about coming out?" Rachel asked me. "I’m not sure. I think it needs to sink in. He’s just stressed out." "What about you?" I just shrugged. "Well if you need a little help, these three are very supportive," Dylan said, pointing at the fans. I looked at them with a slight smile and asked, "Did you suspect?" They looked at each other, shrugging their shoulders slightly. "A little," the girl replied shyly, "I mean, there was a lot of suspicion going on around Robbie, but the two of you together, I don’t think anybody really believed you were a couple." "Despite the myemers thing!" her friend added. I just laughed, "Oh Gosh, you’re all having so much fun with that, aren’t you? "Just the beginning," Rachel joked. "Yeah, I'm afraid so," I agreed. I knew there would be even more chemistry between us on stage now. "How long have you been, like, an item?" she asked shyly again. I supposed everyone was wondering on the forum and she wanted to be able to tell them. I hesitated but finally answered, "For five years." "Basically since we started gigging with the band," Jordan added. They looked at each other, as if there had been a bet going on between them. The girl smiled broadly, whereas the boys just looked surprised. She must have been the one who'd had that one right. We spent the rest of the evening playing board games, laughing a lot, and just enjoying the time spent together. As Rob wasn’t answering his phone, his mum called me to say she’d be at our place around 9am the next morning. When I went to sleep, Rob had changed position and was lying under the sheets, his head resting on his pillow. I stripped and slowly spooned myself against him. I felt him stir a little and he held my hand. After a few seconds, he sighed heavily, "Oh fucking hell!” "What?" I asked in surprise. He sighed again, "Uh, fuckin' nightmare! We were stalked down by reporters." I had to laugh at that, "Probably gonna become a reality." "What time is it?" he asked and rubbed his eyes wearily. "Almost one," I said as he turned around to face me. "Relax," I whispered to him softly as I placed my hand on the side of his face. He nodded and I stroked his bottom lip with my thumb. He was warm and he leaned his face into my touch. We lay in bed silently together, our bodies pressed against each other and our foreheads touching. I caressed his face for a moment, sometimes kissing him softly to soothe him. I knew the exact texture of his skin, the soft wetness inside his mouth, my hand traveled to the curves of his muscles in his arm. I think at that instant, I knew his every emotion, and it was comfortable that way. And I knew he felt the same. "I know it stresses you out. Just go back to sleep, don’t worry so much about it." He closed his eyes and leaned into me a little more, resting his head on my chest. I held him tight against me as we went to sleep. -------------- I woke to the sound of my phone’s alarm. It was 8am and I wanted to be up for when Rob’s mother would show up. I wasn’t sure if Rob was still sleeping but I quietly got out of bed and he didn’t move much. I got ready and headed downstairs to make breakfast. Fifteen minutes later, she was ringing the doorbell. "Hey… good morning sweetie," she said softly, embracing me with a motherly warmth. I hugged her back and we went to the kitchen. She opened her bag and retrieved a bunch of newspapers that she dropped on the kitchen counter. I just laughed. "I've just bought all the newspapers that published something about you this morning." "Oh god, I’m scared," I told her as I picked up 'the Sun'. I rapidly found their article and was relieved to see they hadn’t used the picture of us kissing that they had. Like the others, they wrote an article about the fact that we had come out on social media, and it was not too bad. "Alright," I heaved a sigh of relief, "it could've been so much worse!" I said as I picked up the Guardian, another bad tabloid I was a little wary of as well. "Is Robbie still in bed?" "Yeah, he’s been spark out since eight last night! Seriously, I don’t know why he’s so tired." "It must've taken a lot out of him. He sounded very tired and worried last night." "Yeah, he was." I confirmed, then smiled at her. "It's nice that you came." "Of course, I came!" she said with a smile. We sat at the table to have breakfast and she asked kindly, "So? How are you doing Mark?" "Oh, you know, I’m okay. There are worse things that could be happening," I answered. She nodded slightly, "It sort of makes it official." "Yeah," I smiled, "next thing you know, Rob’s gonna ask me to marry him," I joked. "Wouldn’t that be a lovely wedding!" she smiled broadly. "I was kidding," I laughed "Maybe one day, you won’t be." "Oh come on! I wouldn’t even want to get married if I were straight." "Well, your parents didn't set a great example to you." I just snorted. She then asked in a serious tone of voice, "How do you feel about everyone knowing about the two of you?" I looked at her with uncertainty, trying to find the right words for it. "I’m just a bit apprehensive right now." I sighed, I was silent for a moment. "It’s just something we had to do. We’ll have more freedom, and that can only be a good thing, right?" She nodded, "Let’s hope so." I could sense a bit of apprehension in her voice and in her attitude. "You think we should've waited, don’t you?" "No, no," she reassured me, "I think you did what you thought was right… and I’m sure everything will be fine. It’s a big step, that’s all." She looked at me with a motherly expression on her face. "What?" I asked, chuckling. She shook her head, "You’re all getting so big. You have changed so much in the past few years, so fast. Sometimes, I wish you were still twelve years old." "Oh no, you don’t really want that," I told her, remembering our childhood. "we were so out of control at that age, we were driving you crazy." “Oh no, you were good kids,” she remembered with a smile, "you know, in my mind, you just ran off without giving me the time to realize you were not little boys anymore." "Oh, don’t worry, Jane, we may be twenty-three, but I assure you, we’re still kids." She laughed slightly, "I wish you were! But I’m afraid there’s not much I can do now to protect you from the outside world. But then again, you don’t seem to need it. I’m very proud of you," she smiled, "of everything you've achieved already. I’m amazed every day at what you’re doing, and how well you’re handling everything." I smiled, "We have come pretty far, haven’t we? I can hardly believe it sometimes." "Yes, you have. It’s pretty amazing." "I know, it really is. I love it so much, it’s brilliant! You know, to be a band, to play music all the time. And God, having a crowd of people in front of you just going off is the most amazing feeling ever. And you know what the best part is?" I smiled wickedly. "What is that?" she asked. "No one ever asks us to turn it down!" I exclaimed as I remembered how she always used to tell us to turn the music down in the evening. She laughed, "Ah, if I’d known, I would have let you." "Yeah, sure!" I smiled. "I’m glad you're all making your dreams come true. You should be proud of yourself, you know … because it has a lot to do with you that you’re all so successful." This was a nice compliment, but of course it was bound to make me a bit uncomfortable, "Aw, don’t," I begged. "No Mark, really," she told me. "You know, Robbie was always pretty special as a kid. And now, he still is… But you, I think you were even more special. There’s always been something more to you. Something I think your parents could never quite understand. There was more to you than any other kid. You’re a jewel, Mark. I can see why Robbie loves you so much." I could feel my cheeks reddening here, I had never been really at ease with people saying nice things about me. I looked down, suddenly fascinated by my nails, and I guess the expression on my face was betraying me. "Just because your parents didn’t make you feel special doesn’t mean that you’re not," she said kindly as she placed her hand on mine and squeezed it tight, "you’re gonna have to start believing in yourself." I looked up at her and looked down again, "I’m trying." "Maybe you should try a little harder," she said in a whisper. "listen to what Robbie tells you." "Oh I listen, but I’m not sure I can really trust his judgment." I joked. "Why can’t you?" "Because, I dunno, he’s hardly objective. He seems to think that everything I do is perfect." "Maybe it is," she said. I looked at her and chuckled, "You know, he’s hardly objective, and you’re hardly neutral." She smiled at me, "So, do you think that love just makes him blind?" I shrugged my shoulders as if to say that it was a possible explanation. "I don’t think he’s blind at all," she said. We grew silent for a moment. "But you know," I started saying, "sometimes I wish he wouldn’t put me on a pedestal like this. I can’t help but feel... maybe this is a little too perfect. It's like we have the kind of relationship some people spend their lives trying to find." "Yes. You’re lucky. The only advice I can give is to never take each other for granted," she said. "I agree. But the thing is …we’ve always been there for each other, so I guess, we tend to think it'll always be that way." "It could be, as long as you communicate with each other, and don’t let the little things get in the way." I nodded and she added, "Whatever will happen in the next few weeks, it'll make your relationship stronger. Try to be there for Robbie," she added, "because he'll need your support more than ever. It may seem like he can handle the pressure and the critics, but he cares a great deal about what people think of him." "I know. He doesn’t fool me. Don’t worry. The thing is that he feels like he needs to protect me, and be the stronger one like he’s always been." "Oh, he’s insecure too, you know. He leans on you as hard as you lean on him." "Yeah, but since we were kids, with my parents and all, he’s always…been there for me. He’s always given me more than I’ve given him." "I don’t see it that way. You did give him something. You gave him your friendship. So he wasn’t sneaking to your house to escape. He had no obvious reason why he needed you, but he did need you, so much, Mark. I think back then, he already needed you to show him he wasn’t different." she told me, I smiled and she continued, "You know, he’s always loved you. Not like he does now, but he’s always wanted to be there for you. He’s always tried to help you .... I’ve always seen it, you know. I didn’t think it would turn out this way. I didn’t think you would become lovers… but I’ve always seen the special love he had for you." Well, it sure felt good to hear that. "He made the whole situation with my parents a lot more bearable. You all did!" I said. "Well, someone had to be there for you," she sighed. We grew silent for a moment, but I think we both knew where the conversation was headed ; she was the first one to bring it up. "Your parents know. Your mother came to see me last night. Your brother had told her." My brows furrowed and I hissed, I wasn’t sure I wanted to know what her reaction was. "Has she told you I was gonna burn in hell?" I sniggered, pretty sure she had to be thinking it. "No. But she blamed me for it," she said, slightly raising her eyebrows with a baffled expression on her face. "Why?" I asked, just as puzzled. "I let you sleep with my son all these years," she snorted. I just shook my head in exasperation, "That’s ridiculous! Like that’s what made us gay!" "Yes, that’s what I told her. I kind of had a row with her. She can be so ignorant." I agreed and added with anger in my voice, "You wouldn’t have had to do that if she'd been there for me in the first place," I sighed. "You know, you were a better mother to me than she ever was." "I know. I feel like I’ve practically raised you." "You have." I confirmed, making sure she could hear gratitude in my voice, "I don’t know what I would've done without you. You taught me so much more than they ever did. I don't think I'd be the person I am today if you hadn't been there for me." "Oh, don't make me cry," she said sincerely, "I hope someday, you can find the strength to forgive her and talk to her again." "I don’t think I will. I’m done with them," I said, sounding assertive. "She’s your mother," she said softly, trying to convince me to take the first step. "Yeah, not much of a mother!" I said with resentment. "She tried to do what was best for you, believe me, she did," she explained, sounding sincere, but I couldn’t possibly believe that. "What was best for me?" I asked her a bit aggravated, "Staying with you all the time was what was best for me? It wasn’t right. You can’t possibly think that what you had to do was right? How could I ever forgive her? She left me alone, she never cared for me. Oh sure, she fed me, she bought me clothes. Everything a parent is supposed to do. But, barely. Christ, I remember how you had to take me to the doctor once because she wouldn't. I never felt that she loved me. I was never good enough, nothing I did was ever good enough for them." "Mark," she said softly trying to make me stop, but I wasn’t done. "But… I never felt loved by her. She's always kept a huge distance, and that’s not right. I mean, I’ve always felt so much more love from you than her. She made me feel like I wasn’t worthy of love." "I know," she said, saddened. "When she let him hit me or talk to me the way he did, and when she let me slip out of the house, she had to know how much she was hurting me. I don’t feel like she's ever been there for me, ever. You were. You were there for me. You’ve made me feel like I was your son too." "I just tried to give you what she couldn’t." "Couldn’t?" I asked, unable to understand. "Yes, I guess she couldn’t," she said sadly. "How come?" "Mark, there are things you don’t know…" I waited, but she didn't say more. "What things?" I finally asked. "I don’t think I should be the one to tell you. It’s something your mother should tell you. But I just want you to know that whatever has happened, she does love you. But she’s never been able to show it to you." I was suddenly overwhelmed with unanswered questions, "Why not? What are you talking about? And why just me? They never treated Thomas or Amy the way they treated me. They were a lot nicer to them. They were all taking it out on me for some reason." "Yes, I know. And there’s an explanation for this. I hope someday, she'll be able to tell you, but I just think you should know that you need to talk to her again.” "I don’t wanna talk to her again. Whatever it is, just tell me." "You’ve got so much going on right now, don’t make me add this, it’s not…" "Jane, you’ve said too much already. What is it that she should tell me?" "Mark, I can’t be the one to tell you!" she said, shaking her head, she looked worried that I would want to insist on more. And I did. "Well, you are gonna be the one to tell me. What is the big secret here? What? Did they adopt me or something?" I said as a joke. "No… not exactly…" she answered softly. "Not exactly? What's that supposed to mean?" she was being so cryptic, I needed to know what she was keeping from me. I could see a few tears forming in her eyes. "I don’t wanna be the one to tell you this. You mother's gonna hate me for good if I tell you." "I thought she already did. You made me gay, remember! … Whatever it is, I need to know, and dammit, I have the right to know!" "You do. You do deserve to know," she sighed. “Then tell me… cause she won’t!” I insisted until she caved. “Oh god,” she took a deep breath and hesitated for a long time. I just watched her and waited, she looked at me and finally spoke, "You know how you would always go to France for the summer?" I nodded. "When Thomas was two, they used to fight a lot. They had been married for five years, and they kinda hit a rough patch." I just listened to her, she was not looking at me. "And during that summer, she got pregnant with you... But…" she stopped talking, for too long… “But what?" She looked up at me and took a deep breath, "She wasn’t … with James… they weren't… having sex." I just stared at her and she looked down. We didn’t say anything. I knew what that meant. I knew what she was telling me. I could see tears forming in her eyes. "What?" I asked. There was evident shock in my voice, "So, you mean, he’s not my father?" She shook her head, no. "Oh my god!" I just uttered, fully realizing what she was telling me. "I was her best friend," she continued, "when she found out she was pregnant, I was the first person she told. She couldn't have an abortion in Ireland so I told her to go to England but she wouldn’t do it, she couldn’t. She was too religious to ever do that. And she was married." "But your father," I looked up at her when she said this, he was not my father. She stopped and said, "James, he knew you weren’t his. Their relationship unraveled even more after this but they wouldn’t get a divorce. So they just raised you as if you were his son." She stopped talking again and shook her head as he added, "But James never accepted this. I don’t know how many times I heard him tell her, ‘he’s your son, you take care of it’ when you were a baby." She was crying as she told me this and the sincerity in her voice almost brought tears to my eyes. "And then, things got better and she had Amy. But, she had the little girl she had always wanted, and she started being really hard on you. She stopped caring for you even more," she told me with so much emotion in her voice that tears started to fill my eyes. "You were such a sweet child, and they treated you so bad, I couldn’t just watch and do nothing. He was so mean to you, and she’d just let him, because she felt so guilty. I think she never allowed herself to love you." "Are you alright?" she asked me after a few seconds of silence, as she saw that I was crying. "I… I don’t know. It’s quite a bombshell you’ve just dropped on me." "I’m sorry. I really wish I hadn’t been the one to tell you this. But they’ve been keeping this from you for so long, and it’s been so hard on you. So many times, I told her to tell you the truth. She'd always say she’d tell you when you’re old enough to understand. But now, when I see what it’s done to your relationship, I just know that she’s never going to tell you. But you’re an adult now and you need to know this …and you’re right, you have the right to know this.” For a few minutes, I didn’t say anything. This was a lot to take in. My eyes were filled with tears, but I wasn’t sad or mad, I was shocked. They had lied to me all these years. They had treated me like a non-person because of a mistake she had made. It was not my fault if she had cheated on him, why should I have had to pay for her mistakes? I remained silent. I was trying to get over this and Jane said, "I don’t think your mother’s ever been able to forgive herself for cheating on James, and so she’s never been able to treat you as she should've. I know seeing you every day reminded her of what she'd done. And she used to tell me that you looked a lot like him, which made it worse." It suddenly hit me that I had a biological father somewhere, "Do you know who he is?" "No, I have no idea. And I don't think your mother kept in touch with him at all or even told him. He was just a summer fling." "My god," I sighed "I’m kind of glad that he's not my father." "I can understand that," she told me. I recalled my childhood for a moment and added sadly and dazed, "This makes so much sense. I was just a bastard child that he had to put up with. That’s why he wasn’t as hard on Thomas and Amy. How could they make me pay for something I had nothing to do with? Just lies!” My mind was a bundle of emotions. There had been so many lies, so much deceit. I didn’t feel it coming, but I started crying. She hugged me to her and let me cry, caring for me like only a mother could. At some point, she whispered soothingly, "You were not a mistake. Your mother's right about something, everything happens for a reason," she took my face in her hands, "alright? It was just meant to be." I didn't know how much time had passed but when I finally let go of her, I got myself a tissue and a glass of water. "It’s about time you woke up!" She told Rob as he walked into the kitchen. "What’s going on?” he asked worriedly as he gave her a good morning hug and saw that we had been crying. "Nothing to do with the coming out thing,” she reassured him right away. "Then what is it? Have you been crying?" he asked me with concern, although it was pretty obvious. "I’m fine", I told him, trying to regain my composure."We were just talking." "You don’t look fine." Rob wrapped his arms around me and gave me a warm hug, and a few tears kept rolling down my cheeks as he did so. He rubbed my back as his mother started telling him the brief version of what she had just revealed to me, he was completely stunned, I think even more than I was. "Holy shit, this makes so much sense!" he exclaimed. "I know right!" I said to him, "Can you believe this? All this time, I had to put up with a stupid abusive asshole who wasn’t even my father!" "Oh this is so fucked up. Are we living in some kind of soap-opera all of a sudden?" "That’s why you don’t even look like him, or Thomas! I’ve always thought that was weird. That’s insane. How long have you known about this?" he asked his mother. "Since…. before you were even born," she answered. "Why didn’t you say anything?" "It was not my place." "But mum, if you knew that was the reason why they treated him so bad, why didn’t you do something?" "I did do something," she said, raising her voice. "I took him in whenever he needed it. I tried to care for him as much as I could and to make things better with her. What more could I have done? There was nothing more I could do and it was none of my business." "I know, I'm sorry, I know you did all that. But jesus mum, you should've told us!" "I couldn’t. I didn’t even want to tell him today. It’s a lot to process!" We talked about it with her for a while. When there was nothing left to say, we went to the living room and I plopped down on the couch. He lay behind me and hugged me tight, as we talked about it some more. "I wish there was something I could do," he said after a few minutes of silence. "Just hold me. You’re the only thing that can fix me right now." I said softly. And he did just that. We had planned on having lunch all together with Rob’s mother so when the guys came over, we told them about it. "Oh my god," Jordan sighed, "this shit with your parents is never gonna stop, is it?" "Well, they’re gonna die someday!" Damon said. "Yeah… And then we’ll meet again in hell!" I exclaimed with anger. Rob looked at me with a frown, as if to say, you don’t go to hell for being gay’ "Sorry" I quickly apologized, letting him know I didn’t really mean that. I didn't even believe in hell or heaven. Our parents were Catholics or Protestants, not all practicing though, but none of us were really that into religion. I wouldn't have said that we were atheists, but quite close to it. "Then who’s your real father?" Dylan asked. "I dunno. Just some guy," I sighed dramatically, not caring about it that much anymore. "Maybe she knows more about him than what she told Jane," Jordan added. "You know what? Can we just stop talking about it? Let’s just leave it alone, ok?" I asked them as I stood up and walked away. "Mark," Rachel called as she followed me. I entered the room where Rob and I kept a few instruments and slumped onto the couch. "Rach, I’m fine, I just don’t want to talk about it anymore." "Oh come on, don’t lie to me! I know you, you’re not fine," she said as she sat next to me. "Rach, don’t! It just answers a lot of my questions as to why they always treated me so bad." "I know how hard it must be for you to take this in. And you probably need Rob more than you need me right now, but if you need to talk, you know I’m here." "I know." "No, I mean it Mark. I want you to talk to me. I want to know that you’re okay and I want to help you if you’re not." "I know," I told her again, thankful to still have her in my life. "Yeah you do, but instead of talking to me, or anyone else, you’re gonna keep it all inside." "I won’t!" I insisted, trying to make her drop the subject. "Yes you will!". She knew she was right, and I knew that she was, but I couldn't really do things any differently. "You need to talk to your parents about this!" she told me in an assertive tone. "I don’t want to!" I said, shaking my head, there was no way I was going to talk to them again any time soon. "How can you not want to?" she asked, bewildered. "What’s the point? Jane wasn’t even supposed to have told me!" "But, how can you not want to throw that you know about this in their faces?" "Well, I don’t. I was raised to keep quiet, you know!" "Well, maybe it’s time you stopped!" "Fine, maybe I will. Can we drop it now? Can we do that?" I insisted. “Fine." she sighed, finally giving up, she knew there was no point insisting when I had decided not to do something, "You know I love you, right?" I smiled, "I know." There was nothing romantic about that anymore. It was just feelings of friendship but at the same time it was love, just not romantic love. We hadn’t said that to each other a lot since we had broken up yet I was completely comfortable saying it to her. "Ok, so please don’t be your usual ‘I’ll deal with this by myself’ alright, don’t keep it all inside, you don’t need to." "When am I ever like that?" I joked because I was all the time, I would always try to fix things on my own before asking for help. We were silent for a moment until she said with a sigh, "Now, I bet she thinks you being gay is God’s punishment," she rolled her eyes and I chuckled. "And my father will most likely be the first one to comfort her in that thought." "They are so fucked up!" she exclaimed. I wrapped an arm around her and hugged her to me for a moment. "Thanks for always being here for me," I told her as I kissed her forehead. "You're welcome," she said as she snuggled up to me. We hung out all together all afternoon and all evening. We couldn't exactly leave the building anyway. I didn't even check social media, I wanted to keep the positive comments I had read the previous night in mind. With our help, Rob's mum cooked a great dinner for all of us. Soon after we had finished our meal, Rob stood up and went to the room where Rachel and I had talked. He stayed in there for a long time and after half an hour of waiting for him to come back into the living room, I decided to join him. I wanted to be alone with him. I felt like I needed it. When I opened the door, I blinked once or twice to get my eyes used to the dim light. He was sitting on the couch, cross-legged, and strumming a guitar lazily. It was resting in his lap and his fingers were sliding along the neck of it with a lover’s touch. He had removed his sweat-shirt and was just wearing a white tank top. I could see the muscles in his tanned arms moving as he strummed. I rested my body against the closed door and just watched him, focusing on the sound of his voice and of his guitar. He cleared his throat and hummed a few notes. He moved his fingers into an E chord and strummed and hummed louder. He picked out a simple rhythm, but as he opened his mouth to sing, the words must have died. His hand fell into his lap and he slumped over his guitar. "Christ, Mark!" he complained to me eventually. I glanced up at him sympathetically. I had been in this sort of rut often enough to know how annoying and frustrating it was. Something in you that’s trying to get out, something beautiful, but you can’t let it out. Something’s holding it back. But if only you could just stop being so afraid, the beautiful thing would come out and everything would be all right. I kept quiet, not knowing what to say. I just watched him. Slowly he raised his head and eyed me suspiciously. He rested his chin on the curve of his guitar’s body, “I know I've got a new song here but it doesn't seem like it wants to come out." I walked over to the couch. I took a deep breath and took the guitar from his hands. I placed it on the floor and straddled him. I decided to let my emotions get the best of me, and reached for the back of his neck with both of my hands. I pulled his face against mine, my lips enveloping his own. I felt his hands reaching behind my back as a small laugh moved through his lips and he embraced me. I didn’t care about what anybody thought, my parents, my siblings, my family, our fans, the media, I didn’t give a shit about any of them anymore. I loved him and as I kissed him, I knew I would never hunger for another person this much. I would never have this passion with someone else, I was so sure of that. We kissed lovingly for a couple of minutes until he lay on the couch and I quickly crawled on top of him, my lips hardly ever leaving his own. I didn't know what he thought this meant, and I guess I didn't either, but I knew I wanted him. His arms moved up and down my back as I continued kissing him. "You taste so good," I said to him, kissing his cheek, letting my tongue slip out a little, them moving to his chin. He sighed as I started kissing his neck, moving down to his collarbone. I sat back for a moment and Rob sat up as I pulled his tank top over his head and then fell back on top of him, letting our bodies press against each other. "Oh, God," he sighed in between my kisses. I looked into his eyes. They were so full of love and I wondered if mine contained the same. I didn't even know how far I was planning on going, I just wanted to feel close to him, to love him, but when I found myself kissing his stomach and untying his jogger pants, I began to get a vague idea. Rob let out a loud moan as my hand slid against his cock, forcing me to remind him that everyone was hanging out in the living room, on the other side of the door. "Sorry," he whispered. I yanked his pants down and took his gorgeous cock in my hand, staring at it admiringly before taking it into my mouth. I heard him inhale deeply from above as I moved his legs further apart. I didn't know how much time was passing. I felt like I had been temporarily brought to another plane of existence as I licked his balls and then his cock like it was a lollipop, sucked on the head. I savoured the precum that was easing out of the slit, took him down to the base, smelling his manly scent that was driving me wild. I was brought back to reality only when I heard him telling me that he was about to cum. I could have decided to move onto another activity, but I just couldn't. I wanted all of him. I couldn't get enough of his taste and smell. I shifted my eyes upward to see his hand reaching up to grab the armrest of the couch as he began to cum in my mouth. Thick loads pumped out of him and I knew he was doing everything in his power to stay quiet. I swallowed his seed greedily, eventually taking my mouth off of his wet, spent cock. At that moment, I felt content and hard as hell. Rob sat up to press his mouth against mine, slowly lowering me onto my back as he took my place. He pulled my own pants down and licked the inside of my thighs. He pushed his face into my ball sack, licking anything he came into contact with. Then I felt him grab my hard member and guide it into his mouth. His tongue felt like a velvet rope as I felt it gliding up and down the underside of my cock. His lips formed a tight seal around my cock, creating a small cavern where his tongue had free reign. The sensations were all so familiar. Rob being highly skilled in every activity he enjoyed, especially when my body was involved, after a few minutes of him licking, sucking and deepthroating my cock, I couldn't take it anymore, and I came in his mouth, my mind briefly thinking that this is how I wanted it to be forever. After, we lay next to each other, spent. It was just familiar and right. We stayed quiet, contentedly gazing into each other’s eyes. "I didn't expect this," he said, eventually. "I thought you had other things on your mind tonight." It had been a very long and intense couple of days, and I realized that I hadn't expected any of the things that had happened to happen, including having sex with him. "You’re on my mind," I told him sincerely, "I just wanted you. I don’t care what anybody thinks about why we should or shouldn’t be together… certainly not what my mother thinks. Even more so now that I know she’s been lying to me my whole life. I don’t give a shit anymore!" I said resolutely. "You’re absolutely right, I guess I shouldn’t give a shit either." "No you shouldn’t." I agreed and after a moment added. "You know what? I just love you. And you’re the only person I’ll ever be this attracted to in my life, I know that… I could never understand that part," I laughed, "But I’ve never wanted to fight it. We’re just meant to be together, simple as that. I know we can take anything they throw at us as long as we’ve got each other," I said, nuzzling closer to him. "I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve you." "Nothing, you’re just yourself. I know you’re the only person who will love me no matter what. It’s just chemistry, go figure!" I smiled. "I will." he promised. "I know." "For what it's worth, you're the best mistake she's ever made. Whoever that guy is, I'm glad he fucked her," he laughed and I did too. "Fuck, that's so weird, I can't even imagine her having sex with anyone." "Must've been quite a stud! Good for her," he joked, " maybe he was the lifeguard in the swimming pool," he added dreamily. "Come on, stop!" I begged. We laughed way too hard at this, as he imagined all sort of scenarios. It was a good way to play down the whole thing. We eventually stopped laughing and I asked him, "So, tell me about that song you were trying to write when I interrupted you." "Oh, I don't know. Do you remember what you told me before? When you said you needed me to fix you?" I nodded. "I think that’s a song right there." "Yeah? What do you have in mind?" "I’m not sure. Do you wanna help me?" he asked "Yeah, let’s do that!" I agreed impatiently. He told me about the first lyrics he had come up with and I tried to find a good melody. We worked on the lyrics and the melody for about half an hour, until we decided to ask the guys for help. When we went back into the living room, I noticed there were a few champagne flutes on the table, as well as a beer bottle. "Hey! We were about to come and get you!" Dylan exclaimed. Damon added. "But no one was bold enough to walk in on you, not even Jord!" he laughed as he looked at him with a smile. "I would've!" Jordan joked. I laughed, "We were just working on a song!" Damon let out a chuckle, "We're supposed to believe that?" "We were!" I confirmed with a laugh, "And we actually need your help!" "Alright," Dylan said, unconvinced, "but we're gonna celebrate first!" "Are you serious!" Rob said. "Yeah, very!" Jordan said as he popped open the cold beer bottle and handed it over to Rob, who knew what he had to do. We took part in an old tradition that we had practiced since… well, nearly since the first drink we shared together. Rob took a long drink, then handed it to me. I took a swig from it, then passed it to Dylan, who followed my suit, then Damon, and Jordan was last. He finally gave the bottle back to Rob, who finished what was left. When he slapped the empty beer bottle back on the table, somehow, we just felt more relaxed, ready to just laugh and talk together easily, with no tension in the air, if there’d been any. We all knelt beside the coffee table and Rachel and Jane joined us. “Oh, now I’m worried,” Jane said, as she saw the bottles of alcohol. Jordan had placed a few more on the table. “Is this what you boys do when I’m not here?” “Oh no, no, no, Jane, don’t worry,” Jordan said in a reassuring tone, “we’re being good boys, we only get hammered when you’re here so you can supervise,” he joked. She rolled her eyes as Damon picked up the bottle of champagne and proceeded to open it. He removed the foil wrap, placed one hand on the neck of the bottle and maintained pressure with his thumb. Then he removed the wire cage, but he didn’t hold the cork firmly. Instead he pushed on it a little, on purpose I’d say. The bottle's pressure popped the cork, and the funniest thing happened. It hit Jordan right on the forehead. If he had wanted to do it on purpose, it wouldn’t have succeeded. “For fucks sake!!!” Jordan yelled and fell onto his back as he rubbed his forehead vigorously to make the pain go away. Damon poured champagne into the glasses as it was quickly coming out of the bottle, “Are you okay?” he asked with a laugh. “No, I’m not. Are you trying to kill me?” Jord complained. “Let me see,” Rachel asked Jordan as she leaned down. He removed his hand. There was indeed a small red spot on his forehead, but it was nothing to worry about. “You’re fine, you'll survive,” she told him, amused, and rubbed the spot. We were all concerned for a second but we quickly cracked up laughing at the unlikeliness of the situation. “I'm such a good shot,” Damon laughed. "Fuck you, dude!! You're lucky now is not the time to get back at you!" We seriously had the best fit of laughter. There had been so much tension for the last couple of days that we all needed this, especially me. We finally all had a sip of champagne and Rob spoke as he moved closer to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "Alright! There's something I'd like to say! First, Damon, thank you for that. He had it coming!" he joked, Jordan being the one who had pressured us to come out the most. "No problem. I'll do it again anytime!" "You are so ungrateful!" Jordan complained jokingly, "I only have your best interests at heart, and that's how you repay me!" We laughed and Rob continued, "Uh, well, I’d like to thank you all for being so supportive. You all know how much that means to us. I mean, I realise that this will have an impact on all of you, not just Mark and me, so, thank you for being such great friends. I’m glad that you’re here to help us go through this. It really means the world to us." “Amen to that!” Dylan said, raising his glass. They looked at me, waiting for me to say something too, "You know what, Rob's said it perfectly. I don’t have anything else to add." "Well, I do," Jordan announced. “It’s nice of you to thank us and all,” he started, “but seriously, how could we not be supportive? Because, for me, as far as our friendship goes, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. And I’m not even drunk yet, so rest assured, I’m totally honest! Unless maybe I've got a concussion!" he joked as he rubbed his forehead again. "I think I speak for all of us when I say that we love you and that we’re very proud of you. You’re our best friends, god dammit, and we just want you to be happy… Actually, what I think, is that we need you to be happy.” “Why is that?” I asked him with a smirk. " 'Cause, when everyone says that U-N-I's got chemistry! Well, I think that most of that chemistry comes from you and what you've got together. Things wouldn't be the same if you guys weren't together anymore." We smiled. We knew he was right about that. I didn't even want to think about what would happen to the band if for some reason Rob and I ever broke up. I didn't see any reason why we would, but I could only hope we'd be able to stay friends and still make the band a priority. "I know it’s difficult and scary for you right now but I’m sure than in a few weeks, you won’t even remember what it was like to not be out. I know everyone will support you, but even if they don’t, it’s fine! 'Cause we don’t need everyone to be on our side. A little bit of controversy's never killed anyone. Plus I bet you’ll have a lot of fun with that, won’t you, Rob!" "I think I will!" he chuckled. “I know you didn’t want to shout it to everyone by making a big announcement, but at least now, you got it out of the way!” “Yeah,” Rachel said, “and can I just say, while we’re doing this! I’m so proud of you too cause, well, you’re not afraid to let the world see who you are, and everyone will admire you for that, 'cause the more honest and open you are with people, the more they respect you. I’m sure you’re gonna be an example to a lot of guys.” “Absolutely!” Jordan agreed. “Hey, if I were gay, I’d be in love with you!” he joked. Rob chuckled and looked at him lustfully, until Jordan rolled his eyes and exclaimed, "IF!" Rob laughed. Lately, we were constantly flirting with Jordan to piss him off because it worked so well. Jordan had always been a pretty boy, but now that he was older, he was fucking hot! He really was attractive, and he knew it too. When it came to his looks, having gay guys as his best friends definitely had its perks and he knew how to take advantage of it. He'd often work out with us or ask for fashion tips. For instance, he'd always ask us, "Would you snog me?" before leaving for a date to know if he looked good enough. He knew that if we found him attractive, then he was good to go! Rachel continued. "I think there’s a lot of straight guys who’d love to be in your shoes, and have your looks and your talent," Rachel said, "so maybe that'll force some of 'em to be a bit more open minded." "Oh yeah, that’s true…" Damon started saying, as he seemed to remember an anecdote. "Look at me here, for instance. I tried to look like you guys once. Remember, Rach? And then you had to ground me because I was taking clothes from your wardrobe," he joked. “See, what did I tell you!” she said with a laugh. “Are you saying I dress like a girl?" Rob said, pretending to be mad. “Well I don’t own half as many tight t-shirts as you do.” Rob grabbed a pillow and threw it at Damon. “Yeah, you guys are awesome!” Dylan concluded, “Let’s drink!” We clinked glasses again and drank to a bright future. We hung out together for a while. It was fun, familiar and comfortable. We eventually told them about the song Rob had in mind. They were immediately enthusiastic about it and Dylan suggested the song should slowly start on the keyboard, with the sound of an organ. We worked on it until we could barely keep our eyes open. This time, I was tired before Rob was and I was the first one to go to bed, with a frustrating feeling of unfinished work, but the song was off to a good start. For the next few days, we worked on it. Again, we tried to write lyrics that everyone would be able to relate to in a way or another, and soon it felt finished. It started as a beautiful, intimate, sad and sentimental song, and then we found ways to build suspense while progressing toward an inevitable crashing climax. We couldn't wait to record it in the studio and to play it live, which was the reason why we knew it was going to be a number one single and one of the fans' favourite. There was no doubt in my mind about this. It was a hit song. It was the first one we completed for the new album, and it made us want to begin to seriously write new material. I already had many ideas in mind. I knew there would be a song about coming out, but it was all too fresh for now. I’d also had a break up song almost completely written in my mind for a long time, inspired by Rachel, but I’d never wanted to go as far as to record it or play it to to them. I didn't want to hurt anyone, or maybe I couldn't make Rob sing a song about me breaking up with her. But I knew I had something really good there, and that eventually, I would have to show it to them and that they’d want to record it. Moreover, we still entertained the idea of working with Bono and Rihanna on this new album, which was exhilarating. But for now, we were off to a good start with "Fix you". The main lyrics were, And the tears come streaming down your face When you lose something you can't replace When you love someone, but it goes to waste Could it be worse? Lights will guide you home And ignite your bones And I will try to fix you.
<div id="readability-content"><h1>U-N-I Chapter 9</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> <p><span>&nbsp;The following story is entirely a work of fiction. The characters are not based on any particular celebrity but the story is about fictional characters, who are celebrities in the story. The music used in this story is music by the band Coldplay.</span></p><p><span>Let me know what you think of the story at </span><span><a href="mailto:[email protected]">[email protected]</a></span></p><p><span>and check out my tumblr blog at</span><span><a href="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://u-n-i-live.tumblr.com/&amp;sa=D&amp;ust=1578221577076000">&nbsp;https://u-n-i-live.tumblr.com/</a></span></p><p><span>---------------</span></p><p><span>He must have been really tired because he quickly drifted off to sleep in my arms. I squirmed out of his grip and as I did so, he rolled over onto his stomach. I lay on my side next to him and just watched him sleep for a moment. It was something I always enjoyed doing, that alone time with him after sex, when I would just watch him and caress him. I knew he did the same sometimes.</span></p><p><span>I ran my fingers along his strong arm before raising myself up to rest my head on his back. For a moment, my hand travelled up and down the small of his back, to his ass cheek and his tigh. I loved his body so much and I knew it so well, nearly all of his extra-sensitive spots. I knew where he was just slightly ticklish. I knew the location of the scar that he’d acquired when he had fallen off his roof at eleven years old. I loved him, every inch of him, and admiring his body was a way to remind myself of who I was, a gay man.</span></p><p><span>After a while, I kissed his lower back and pulled the bed cover over him a little.</span></p><p><span>It was only 8pm and I didn’t feel like spending the evening alone so I got dressed and went back to Jordan’s.</span></p><p><span>I rang the doorbell because the front door required a key to open it from the outside, and I didn't have it with me.</span></p><p><span>"Hey mate," he said as he opened the door to me.</span></p><p><span>"Hey, where's everyone?" I asked him as I peered into the living room.</span></p><p><span>"They went to Rachel’s to have dinner."</span></p><p><span>"Why didn’t you?"</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"I wanna catch up on Game of Thrones since you've all watched the last episode without me," he complained jokingly</span></p><p><span>"Les absents ont toujours tort," I retorted in French, as I knew he could understand that expression, which basically meant 'Those who are absent are always wrong'. We would always watch that show together but he was out on a date that night.</span></p><p><span>"And I’m not that hungry. I’ll join them later. What’s Rob doing?"</span></p><p><span>"He fell asleep."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;He looked at me with a grin,</span></p><p><span>"You wore him out.</span></p><p><span>I laughed,</span></p><p><span>"I guess I did!"</span></p><p><span>"Seriously? You just had sex?" he asked amused, as he sat back down on the couch.</span></p><p><span>"Yeah. </span></p><p><span>He must have seen a bit of a blissful expression on my face because he asked with a laugh,</span></p><p><span>"That good?"</span></p><p><span>I just let out a small chuckle as I sat down next to him,</span></p><p><span>"Oh you have no idea, fucking amazing!"</span></p><p><span>He shook his head,</span></p><p><span>"So unfair, how many times d'you have sex a day anyway?"</span></p><p><span>I laughed,</span></p><p><span>"Well, at least once! Can’t resist him!" I grinned slightly.</span></p><p><span>"Really? How come?" he asked me with an inquiring tone.</span></p><p><span>I thought about it for a brief moment,</span></p><p><span>"I dunno, I’ve stopped asking myself that a long time ago." I answered.</span></p><p><span>"Seriously, what is it about him? I bet that even though you’re out, girls are still gonna go crazy over him!"</span></p><p><span>I shrugged with a smile,</span></p><p><span>"You jealous?" I teased him.</span></p><p><span>"A little." he confirmed jokingly and added, "Just trying to understand his secret."</span></p><p><span>"Oh come on, you get your fair share of attention!"</span></p><p><span>"Yeah, sure, but, it’s like, if he’s around, it’s like we don’t exist anymore."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Yeah, well, I don’t care. I’d rather stay out of the spotlight as much as possible."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Hey, I don’t mind it!" he said as he continued to wonder why Rob was so popular, "Yeah, everyone’s attracted to him. Even I have to admit that he’s hot!" he said with a laugh. &nbsp;"Why is everyone so attracted to him? Why are you?"</span></p><p><span>"I don’t know, just because he’s perfect and gorgeous and intelligent and interesting and fun and loving and charming … I could go on and on," I grinned.</span></p><p><span>"Well, so am I!" he exclaimed.</span></p><p><span>I let out a laugh,</span></p><p><span>"Alright, you wanna know, there’s just an intensity to it with him, there’s just something about him I can’t get enough of."</span></p><p><span>"Yeah, that’s it! Even on stage, there’s an intensity to him. I have to work on that!" he pondered for a few seconds.</span></p><p><span>I laughed,</span></p><p><span>"Just be who you are!"</span></p><p><span>"Yeah, but with a bit more intensity though!" he nodded.</span></p><p><span>"Damn, I do talk to you about him a lot!" I exclaimed, I hadn’t realized how much I shared private things about our relationship with him.</span></p><p><span>He laughed,</span></p><p><span>"That’s ok, I don’t mind, it’s fun!"</span></p><p><span>"Well, not that I don’t enjoy your company, but I’m starving. I think I’m gonna go to Rachel’s too."</span></p><p><span>"Yeah, well, me too then," he said, turning off the TV.</span></p><p><span>We walked out of his place and went to Rachel’s. They were all having take out on the coffee table watching TV when we came in, and we immediately noticed there were two boys and a girl that we didn’t know, but who looked familiar.</span></p><p><span>"Hello!" Jordan told them a bit surprised, "Who the hell are you?"</span></p><p><span>Damon laughed. "Hey, be nice! We found them waiting in the cold when the delivery guy showed up. They moderate the fans forum, we figured we needed them on our side."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Oh I see, you’re the ones who can erase compromising pictures or nasty comments," Jordan joked.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Yeah, exactly," one of the boys said. "It's so great to meet you, we can't believe we're here," he said, as they stood up to shake our hands.</span></p><p><span>"Well, nice to meet you!" I told them.</span></p><p><span>"Likewise," the girl said with a lot of admiration in her voice, as she stared at me.</span></p><p><span>"You look familiar, have we seen you around here before?" I asked her.</span></p><p><span>"Yeah, we’ve come here a few times, and you must have seen us at your gigs, you’ve signed us autographs once."</span></p><p><span>"I thought so. How come you know where we live?" I asked with curiosity.</span></p><p><span>Damon and Dylan looked at them.</span></p><p><span>"You’ve already asked them that, haven’t you?"</span></p><p><span>They nodded,</span></p><p><span>"Ok, never mind."</span></p><p><span>She answered nonetheless,</span></p><p><span>"There really aren't that many people who know where you live, but everyone’s asking on the forum, but we always answer that they must write to BMG if they want to send you something. I think the few who know where you live don’t tell others anymore."</span></p><p><span>"Let’s hope so!" Jordan said.</span></p><p><span>"Rob’s not coming over?" Damon asked me.</span></p><p><span>"No, he’s sleeping."</span></p><p><span>"Already?" &nbsp;he asked in surprise.</span></p><p><span>"Yeah, he was knackered." &nbsp;</span></p><p><span>I could tell the fans were very disappointed, but they didn’t say anything, just looked at each other and pouted. Jordan grinned at me and I knew he wanted to make a joke so I pushed his shoulder with my hand as I told him to shut up.</span></p><p><span>“Was he feeling a bit better about coming out?" Rachel asked me.</span></p><p><span>"I’m not sure. I think it needs to sink in. He’s just stressed out."</span></p><p><span>"What about you?"</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;I just shrugged.</span></p><p><span>"Well if you need a little help, these three are very supportive," Dylan said, pointing at the fans.</span></p><p><span>I looked at them with a slight smile and asked,</span></p><p><span>"Did you suspect?"</span></p><p><span>They looked at each other, shrugging their shoulders slightly.</span></p><p><span>"A little," the girl replied shyly, "I mean, there was a lot of suspicion going on around Robbie, but the two of you together, I don’t think anybody really believed you were a couple."</span></p><p><span>"Despite the </span><span>myemers</span><span>&nbsp;thing!" her friend added.</span></p><p><span>I just laughed,</span></p><p><span>"Oh Gosh, you’re all having so much fun with that, aren’t you?</span></p><p><span>"Just the beginning," Rachel joked.</span></p><p><span>"Yeah, I'm afraid so," I agreed.</span></p><p><span>I knew there would be even more chemistry between us on stage now.</span></p><p><span>"How long have you been, like, an item?" she asked shyly again.</span></p><p><span>I supposed everyone was wondering on the forum and she wanted to be able to tell them.</span></p><p><span>I hesitated but finally answered,</span></p><p><span>"For five years."</span></p><p><span>"Basically since we started gigging with the band," Jordan added.</span></p><p><span>They looked at each other, as if there had been a bet going on between them. The girl smiled broadly, whereas the boys just looked surprised. She must have been the one who'd had that one right.</span></p><p><span>We spent the rest of the evening playing board games, laughing a lot, and just enjoying the time spent together.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;As Rob wasn’t answering his phone, his mum called me to say she’d be at our place around 9am the next morning.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;When I went to sleep, Rob had changed position and was lying under the sheets, his head resting on his pillow. I stripped and slowly spooned myself against him. I felt him stir a little and he held my hand. After a few seconds, he sighed heavily,</span></p><p><span>"Oh fucking hell!”</span></p><p><span>"What?" I asked in surprise.</span></p><p><span>He sighed again,</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Uh, fuckin' nightmare! We were stalked down by reporters."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;I had to laugh at that,</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Probably gonna become a reality."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"What time is it?" he asked and rubbed his eyes wearily.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Almost one," I said as he turned around to face me.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Relax," I whispered to him softly as I placed my hand on the side of his face. He nodded and I stroked his bottom lip with my thumb. He was warm and he leaned his face into my touch. We lay in bed silently together, our bodies pressed against each other and our foreheads touching. I caressed his face for a moment, sometimes kissing him softly to soothe him. I knew the exact texture of his skin, the soft wetness inside his mouth, my hand traveled to the curves of his muscles in his arm. I think at that instant, I knew his every emotion, and it was comfortable that way. And I knew he felt the same.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"I know it stresses you out. Just go back to sleep, don’t worry so much about it."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;He closed his eyes and leaned into me a little more, resting his head on my chest. I held him tight against me as we went to sleep.</span></p><p><span>--------------</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;I woke to the sound of my phone’s alarm. It was 8am and I wanted to be up for when Rob’s mother would show up. I wasn’t sure if Rob was still sleeping but I quietly got out of bed and he didn’t move much. I got ready and headed downstairs to make breakfast. Fifteen minutes later, she was ringing the doorbell.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Hey… good morning sweetie," she said softly, embracing me with a motherly warmth.</span></p><p><span>I hugged her back and we went to the kitchen. She opened her bag and retrieved a bunch of newspapers that she dropped on the kitchen counter. I just laughed.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"I've just bought all the newspapers that published something about you this morning."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Oh god, I’m scared," I told her as I picked up 'the Sun'. I rapidly found their article and was relieved to see they hadn’t used the picture of us kissing that they had. Like the others, they wrote an article about the fact that we had come out on social media, and it was not too bad.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Alright," I heaved a sigh of relief, "it could've been so much worse!" I said as I picked up the Guardian, another bad tabloid I was a little wary of as well.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Is Robbie still in bed?"</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Yeah, he’s been spark out since eight last night! Seriously, I don’t know why he’s so tired."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"It must've taken a lot out of him. He sounded very tired and worried last night."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Yeah, he was." I confirmed, then smiled at her. "It's nice that you came."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Of course, I came!" she said with a smile.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;We sat at the table to have breakfast and she asked kindly,</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"So? How are you doing Mark?"</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Oh, you know, I’m okay. There are worse things that could be happening," I &nbsp;answered.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;She nodded slightly,</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"It sort of makes it official."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Yeah," I smiled, "next thing you know, Rob’s gonna ask me to marry him," I joked.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Wouldn’t that be a lovely wedding!" she smiled broadly.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"I was kidding," I laughed</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Maybe one day, you won’t be."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Oh come on! I wouldn’t even want to get married if I were straight."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Well, your parents didn't set a great example to you."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;I just snorted. She then asked in a serious tone of voice,</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"How do you feel about everyone knowing about the two of you?"</span></p><p><span>I looked at her with uncertainty, trying to find the right words for it.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"I’m just a bit apprehensive right now." I sighed, I was silent for a moment. "It’s just something we had to do. We’ll have more freedom, and that can only be a good thing, right?"</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;She nodded,</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Let’s hope so."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;I could sense a bit of apprehension in her voice and in her attitude.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"You think we should've waited, don’t you?"</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"No, no," she reassured me, "I think you did what you thought was right… and I’m sure everything will be fine. It’s a big step, that’s all."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;She looked at me with a motherly expression on her face.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"What?" I asked, chuckling.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;She shook her head,</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"You’re all getting so big. You have changed so much in the past few years, so fast. Sometimes, I wish you were still twelve years old."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Oh no, you don’t really want that," I told her, remembering our childhood. "we were so out of control at that age, we were driving you crazy."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;“Oh no, you were good kids,” she remembered with a smile, "you know, in my mind, you just ran off without giving me the time to realize you were not little boys anymore."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Oh, don’t worry, Jane, we may be twenty-three, but I assure you, we’re still kids."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;She laughed slightly,</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"I wish you were! But I’m afraid there’s not much I can do now to protect you from the outside world. But then again, you don’t seem to need it. I’m very proud of you," she smiled, "of everything you've achieved already. I’m amazed every day at what you’re doing, and how well you’re handling everything."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;I smiled,</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"We have come pretty far, haven’t we? I can hardly believe it sometimes."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Yes, you have. It’s pretty amazing."</span></p><p><span>"I know, it really is. I love it so much, it’s brilliant! You know, to be a band, to play music all the time. And God, having a crowd of people in front of you just going off is the most amazing feeling ever. And you know what the best part is?" I smiled wickedly.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"What is that?" she asked.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"No one ever asks us to turn it down!" I exclaimed as I remembered how she always used to tell us to turn the music down in the evening.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;She laughed,</span></p><p><span>"Ah, if I’d known, I would have let you."</span></p><p><span>"Yeah, sure!" I smiled.</span></p><p><span>"I’m glad you're all making your dreams come true. You should be proud of yourself, you know … because it has a lot to do with you that you’re all so successful."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;This was a nice compliment, but of course it was bound to make me a bit uncomfortable,</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Aw, don’t," I begged.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"No Mark, really," she told me. "You know, Robbie was always pretty special as a kid. And now, he still is… But you, I think you were even more special. There’s always been something more to you. Something I think your parents could never quite understand. There was more to you than any other kid. You’re a jewel, Mark. I can see why Robbie loves you so much."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;I could feel my cheeks reddening here, I had never been really at ease with people saying nice things about me. I looked down, suddenly fascinated by my nails, and I guess the expression on my face was betraying me.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Just because your parents didn’t make you feel special doesn’t mean that you’re not," she said kindly as she placed her hand on mine and squeezed it tight, "you’re gonna have to start believing in yourself."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;I looked up at her and looked down again,</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"I’m trying."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Maybe you should try a little harder," she said in a whisper. "listen to what Robbie tells you."</span></p><p><span>"Oh I listen, but I’m not sure I can really trust his judgment." I joked.</span></p><p><span>"Why can’t you?"</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"</span><span>Because,</span><span>&nbsp;I dunno, he’s hardly objective. He seems to think that everything I do is perfect."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Maybe it is," she said.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;I looked at her and chuckled,</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"You know, he’s hardly objective, and you’re hardly neutral."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;She smiled at me,</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"So, do you think that love just makes him blind?"</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;I shrugged my shoulders as if to say that it was a possible explanation.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"I don’t think he’s blind at all," she said.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;We grew silent for a moment.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"But you know," I started saying, "sometimes I wish he wouldn’t put me on a pedestal like this. I can’t help but feel... maybe this is a little too perfect. It's like we have the kind of relationship some people spend their lives trying to find."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Yes. You’re lucky. The only advice I can give is to never take each other for granted," she said.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"I agree. But the thing is …we’ve always been there for each other, so I guess, we tend to think it'll always be that way."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"It could be, as long as you communicate with each other, and don’t let the little things get in the way."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;I nodded and she added,</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Whatever will happen in the next few weeks, it'll make your relationship stronger. Try to be there for Robbie," she added, "because he'll need your support more than ever. It may seem like he can handle the pressure and the critics, but he cares a great deal about what people think of him."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"I know. He doesn’t fool me. Don’t worry. The thing is that he feels like he needs to protect me, and be the stronger one like he’s always been."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Oh, he’s insecure too, you know. He leans on you as hard as you lean on him."</span></p><p><span>"Yeah, but since we were kids, with my parents and all, he’s always…been there for me. He’s always given me more than I’ve given him."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"I don’t see it that way. You did give him something. You gave him your friendship. So </span><span>he </span><span>wasn’t sneaking to </span><span>your </span><span>house to escape. He had no obvious reason why he needed you, but he did need you, so much, Mark. I think back then, he already needed you to show him he wasn’t different." she told me, I smiled and she continued, "You know, he’s always loved you. Not like he does now, but he’s always wanted to be there for you. He’s always tried to help you .... I’ve always seen it, you know. I didn’t think it would turn out this way. I didn’t think you would become lovers… but I’ve always seen the special love he had for you."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;Well, it sure felt good to hear that.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"He made the whole situation with my parents a lot more bearable. You all did!" I said.</span></p><p><span>"Well, someone had to be there for you," she sighed.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;We grew silent for a moment, but I think we both knew where the conversation was headed ; she was the first one to bring it up.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Your parents know. Your mother came to see me last night. Your brother had told her."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;My brows furrowed and I hissed, I wasn’t sure I wanted to know what her reaction was.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Has she told you I was gonna burn in hell?" I sniggered, pretty sure she had to be thinking it.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"No. But she blamed me for it," she said, slightly raising her eyebrows with a baffled expression on her face.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Why?" I asked, just as puzzled.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"I let you sleep with my son all these years," she snorted.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;I just shook my head in exasperation,</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"That’s ridiculous! Like that’s what made us gay!"</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Yes, that’s what I told her. I kind of had a row with her. She can be so ignorant."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;I agreed and added with anger in my voice,</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"You wouldn’t have had to do that if she'd been there for me in the first place," I sighed. </span></p><p><span>"You know, you were a better mother to me than she ever was."</span></p><p><span>"I know. I feel like I’ve practically raised you."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"You have." I confirmed, making sure she could hear gratitude in my voice, "I don’t know what I would've done without you. You taught me so much more than they ever did. I don't think I'd be the person I am today if you hadn't been there for me."</span></p><p><span>"Oh, don't make me cry," she said sincerely, "I hope someday, you can find the strength to forgive her and talk to her again."</span></p><p><span>"I don’t think I will. I’m done with them," I said, sounding assertive.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"She’s your mother," she said softly, trying to convince me to take the first step.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Yeah, not much of a mother!" I said with resentment.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"She tried to do what was best for you, believe me, she did," she explained, sounding sincere, but I couldn’t possibly believe that.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"What was best for me?" I asked her a bit aggravated, "Staying with you all the time was what was best for me? It wasn’t right. You can’t possibly think that what you had to do was right? How could I ever forgive her? She left me alone, she never cared for me. Oh sure, she fed me, she bought me clothes. Everything a parent is supposed to do. But, barely. Christ, I remember how you had to take me to the doctor once because she wouldn't. I never felt that she loved me. I was never good enough, nothing I did was ever good enough for them."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Mark," she said softly trying to make me stop, but I wasn’t done.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"But… I never felt loved by her. She's always kept a huge distance, and that’s not right. I mean, I’ve always felt so much more love from you than her. She made me feel like I wasn’t worthy of love."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"I know," she said, saddened.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"When she let him hit me or talk to me the way he did, and when she let me slip out of the house, she had to know how much she was hurting me. I don’t feel like she's ever been there for me, ever. You were. You were there for me. You’ve made me feel like I was your son too."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"I just tried to give you what she couldn’t."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Couldn’t?" I asked, unable to understand.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Yes, I guess she couldn’t," she said sadly.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"How come?"</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Mark, there are things you don’t know…"</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;I waited, but she didn't say more.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"What things?" I finally asked.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"I don’t think I should be the one to tell you. It’s something your mother should tell you. But I just want you to know that whatever has happened, she does love you. But she’s never been able to show it to you."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;I was suddenly overwhelmed with unanswered questions,</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Why not? What are you talking about? And why just me? They never treated Thomas or Amy the way they treated me. They were a lot nicer to them. They were all taking it out on me for some reason."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Yes, I know. And there’s an explanation for this. I hope someday, she'll be able to tell you, but I just think you should know that you need to talk to her again.”</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"I don’t wanna talk to her again. Whatever it is, just tell me."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"You’ve got so much going on right now, don’t make me add this, it’s not…"</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Jane, you’ve said too much already. What is it that she should tell me?"</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Mark, I can’t be the one to tell you!" she said, shaking her head, she looked worried that I would want to insist on more.</span></p><p><span>And I did.</span></p><p><span>"Well, you are gonna be the one to tell me. What is the big secret here? What? Did they adopt me or something?" I said as a joke.</span></p><p><span>"No… not exactly…" she answered softly.</span></p><p><span>"Not exactly? What's that supposed to mean?" she was being so cryptic, I needed to know what she was keeping from me.</span></p><p><span>I could see a few tears forming in her eyes.</span></p><p><span>"I don’t wanna be the one to tell you this. You mother's gonna hate me for good if I tell you."</span></p><p><span>"I thought she already did. You made me gay, remember! … Whatever it is, I need to know, and dammit, I have the right to know!"</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"You do. You do deserve to know," she sighed.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;“Then tell me… cause she won’t!” I insisted until she caved.</span></p><p><span>“Oh god,” she took a deep breath and hesitated for a long time.</span></p><p><span>I just watched her and waited, she looked at me and finally spoke,</span></p><p><span>"You know how you would always go to France for the summer?"</span></p><p><span>I nodded.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"When Thomas was two, they used to fight a lot. They had been married for five years, and they kinda hit a rough patch."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;I just listened to her, she was not looking at me.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"And during that summer, she got pregnant with you... But…" she stopped talking, for too long…</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;“But what?"</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;She looked up at me and took a deep breath,</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"She wasn’t … with James… they weren't… having sex."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;I just stared at her and she looked down. We didn’t say anything. I knew what that meant. I knew what she was telling me. I could see tears forming in her eyes.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"What?" I asked.</span></p><p><span>There was evident shock in my voice, &nbsp;</span></p><p><span>"So, you mean, he’s not my father?"</span></p><p><span>She shook her head, no.</span></p><p><span>"Oh my god!" I just uttered, fully realizing what she was telling me.</span></p><p><span>"I was her best friend," she continued, "when she found out she was pregnant, I was the first person she told. She couldn't have an abortion in Ireland so I told her to go to England but she wouldn’t do it, she couldn’t. She was too religious to ever do that. And she was married."</span></p><p><span>"But your father," I looked up at her when she said this, he was not my father.</span></p><p><span>She stopped and said,</span></p><p><span>"James, he knew you weren’t his. Their relationship unraveled even more after this but they wouldn’t get a divorce. So they just raised you as if you were his son."</span></p><p><span>She stopped talking again and shook her head as he added,</span></p><p><span>"But James never accepted this. I don’t know how many times I heard him tell her, ‘he’s your son, you take care of it’ when you were a baby."</span></p><p><span>She was crying as she told me this and the sincerity in her voice almost</span><span>&nbsp;</span><span>brought tears to my</span><span>&nbsp;</span><span>eyes.</span></p><p><span>"And then, things got better and she had Amy. But, she had the little girl she had always wanted, and she started being really hard on you. She stopped caring for you even more," she told me with so much emotion in her voice that tears started to fill my eyes. </span></p><p><span>"</span><span>You were such a sweet child, and they treated you so bad, I couldn’t just watch and do nothing. He was so mean to you, and she’d just let him, because she felt so guilty. I think she never allowed herself to love you."</span></p><p><span>"Are you alright?" she asked me after a few seconds of silence, as she saw that I was crying.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"I… I don’t know. It’s quite a bombshell you’ve just dropped on me."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"I’m sorry. I really wish I hadn’t been the one to tell you this. But they’ve been keeping this from you for so long, and it’s been so hard on you. So many times, I told her to tell you the truth. She'd always say she’d tell you when you’re old enough to understand. But now, when I see what it’s done to your relationship, I just know that she’s never going to tell you. But you’re an adult now and you need to know this …and you’re right, you have the right to know this.”</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;For a few minutes, I didn’t say anything. This was a lot to take in. My eyes were filled with tears, but I wasn’t sad or mad, I was shocked. They had lied to me all these years. They had treated me like a non-person because of a mistake she had made. It was not my fault if she had cheated on him, why should I have had to pay for her mistakes? I remained silent.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;I was trying to get over this and Jane said,</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"I don’t think your mother’s ever been able to forgive herself for cheating on James, and so she’s never been able to treat you as she should've. I know seeing you every day reminded her of what she'd done. And she used to tell me that you looked a lot like him, which made it worse."</span></p><p><span>It suddenly hit me that I had a biological father somewhere,</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Do you know who he is?"</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"No, I have no idea. And I don't think your mother kept in touch with him at all or even told him. He was just a summer fling."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"My god," I sighed "I’m kind of glad that he's not my father."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"I can understand that," she told me.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;I recalled my childhood for a moment and added sadly and dazed,</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"This makes so much sense. I was just a bastard child that he had to put up with. That’s why he wasn’t as hard on Thomas and Amy. How could they make me pay for something I had nothing to do with? Just lies!”</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;My mind was a bundle of emotions. There had been so many lies, so much deceit. I didn’t feel it coming, but I started crying. She hugged me to her and let me cry, caring for me like only a mother could.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;At some point, she whispered soothingly,</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"You were not a mistake. Your mother's right about something, everything happens for a reason," she took my face in her hands, "alright? It was just meant to be."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;I didn't know how much time had passed but when I finally let go of her, I got myself a tissue and a glass of water.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"It’s about time you woke up!" She told Rob as he walked into the kitchen.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"What’s going on?” he asked worriedly as he gave her a good morning hug and saw that we had been crying.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Nothing to do with the coming out thing,” she reassured him right away.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Then what is it? Have you been crying?" he asked me with concern, although it was pretty obvious.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"I’m fine", I told him, trying to regain my composure."We were just talking."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"You don’t look fine."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;Rob wrapped his arms around me and gave me a warm hug, and a few tears kept rolling down my cheeks as he did so. He rubbed my back as his mother started telling him the brief version of what she had just revealed to me, he was completely stunned, I think even more than I was.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Holy shit, this makes so much sense!" he exclaimed.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"I know right!" I said to him, "Can you believe this? All this time, I had to put up with a stupid abusive asshole who wasn’t even my father!"</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Oh this is so fucked up. Are we living in some kind of soap-opera all of a sudden?"</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"That’s why you don’t even look like him, or Thomas! I’ve always thought that was weird. That’s insane. How long have you known about this?" he asked his mother.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Since…. before you were even born," she answered.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Why didn’t you say anything?"</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"It was not my place."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"But mum, if you knew that was the reason why they treated him so bad, why didn’t you do something?"</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"I did do something," she said, raising her voice. "I took him in whenever he needed it. I tried to care for him as much as I could and to make things better with her. What more could I have done? There was nothing more I could do and it was none of my business."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"I know, I'm sorry, I know you did all that. But jesus mum, you should've told us!"</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"I couldn’t. I didn’t even want to tell him today. It’s a lot to process!"</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;We talked about it with her for a while. When there was nothing left to say, we went to the living room and I plopped down on the couch. He lay behind me and hugged me tight, as we talked about it some more.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"I wish there was something I could do," he said after a few minutes of silence.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Just hold me. You’re the only thing that can fix me right now." I said softly.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;And he did just that.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;We had planned on having lunch all together with Rob’s mother so when the guys came over, we told them about it.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Oh my god," Jordan sighed, "this shit with your parents is never gonna stop, is it?"</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Well, they’re gonna die someday!" Damon said.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Yeah… And then we’ll meet again in hell!" I exclaimed with anger.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;Rob looked at me with a frown, as if to say, you don’t go to hell for being gay’</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Sorry" I quickly apologized, letting him know I didn’t really mean that. I didn't even believe in hell or heaven. Our parents were Catholics or Protestants, not all practicing though, but none of us were really that into religion. I wouldn't have said that we were atheists, but quite close to it.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Then who’s your real father?" Dylan asked. </span></p><p><span>"I dunno. Just some guy," I sighed dramatically, not caring about it that much anymore.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Maybe she knows more about him than what she told Jane," Jordan added.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"You know what? Can we just stop talking about it? Let’s just leave it alone, ok?" I asked them as I stood up and walked away.</span></p><p><span>"Mark," Rachel called as she followed me. I entered the room where Rob and I kept a few instruments and slumped onto the couch.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Rach, I’m fine, I just don’t want to talk about it anymore."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Oh come on, don’t lie to me! I know you, you’re not fine," she said as she sat next to me.</span></p><p><span>"Rach, don’t! It just answers a lot of my questions as to why they always treated me so bad."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"I know how hard it must be for you to take this in. And you probably need Rob more than you need me right now, but if you need to talk, you know I’m here."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"I know."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"No, I mean it Mark. I want you to talk to me. I want to know that you’re okay and I want to help you if you’re not."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"I know," I told her again, thankful to still have her in my life.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Yeah you do, but instead of talking to me, or anyone else, you’re gonna keep it all inside."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"I won’t!" I insisted, trying to make her drop the subject.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Yes you will!".</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;She knew she was right, and I knew that she was, but I couldn't really do things any differently.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"You need to talk to your parents about this!" she told me in an assertive tone.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"I don’t want to!" I said, shaking my head, there was no way I was going to talk to them again any time soon.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"How can you not want to?" she asked, bewildered.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"What’s the point? Jane wasn’t even supposed to have told me!"</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"But, how can you not want to throw that you know about this in their faces?"</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Well, I don’t. I was raised to keep quiet, you know!"</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Well, maybe it’s time you stopped!"</span></p><p><span>"Fine, maybe I will. Can we drop it now? Can we do that?" I insisted.</span></p><p><span>“Fine." she sighed, finally giving up, she knew there was no point insisting when I had decided not to do something, "You know I love you, right?"</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;I smiled,</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"I know."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;There was nothing romantic about that anymore. It was just feelings of friendship but at the same time it was love, just not romantic love. We hadn’t said that to each other a lot since we had broken up yet I was completely comfortable saying it to her.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Ok, so please don’t be your usual ‘I’ll deal with this by myself’ alright, don’t keep it all inside, you don’t need to."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"When am I ever like that?" I joked because I was all the time, I would always try to fix things on my own before asking for help.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;We were silent for a moment until she said with a sigh,</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Now, I bet she thinks you being gay is God’s punishment," she rolled her eyes and I chuckled.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"And my </span><span>father</span><span>&nbsp;will most likely be the first one to comfort her in that thought."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"They are so fucked up!" she exclaimed.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;I wrapped an arm around her and hugged her to me for a moment.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Thanks for always being here for me," I told her as I kissed her forehead.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"You're welcome," she said as she snuggled up to me.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;We hung out all together all afternoon and all evening. We couldn't exactly leave the building anyway. I didn't even check social media, I wanted to keep the positive comments I had read the previous night in mind.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;With our help, Rob's mum cooked a great dinner for all of us. Soon after we had finished our meal, Rob stood up and went to the room where Rachel and I had talked. He stayed in there for a long time and after half an hour of waiting for him to come back into the living room, I decided to join him. I wanted to be alone with him. I felt like I needed it.</span></p><p><span>When I opened the door, I blinked once or twice to get my eyes used to the dim light. He was sitting on the couch, cross-legged, and strumming a guitar lazily.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;It was resting in his lap and his fingers were sliding along the neck of it with a lover’s touch. He had removed his sweat-shirt and was just wearing a white tank top. I could see the muscles in his tanned arms moving as he strummed.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;I rested my body against the closed door and just watched him, focusing on the sound of his voice and of his guitar.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;He cleared his throat and hummed a few notes. He moved his fingers into an E chord and strummed and hummed louder. He picked out a simple rhythm, but as he opened his mouth to sing, the words must have died. His hand fell into his lap and he slumped over his guitar.</span></p><p><span>"Christ, Mark!" he complained to me eventually.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;I glanced up at him sympathetically. I had been in this sort of rut often enough to know how annoying and frustrating it was. Something in you that’s trying to get out, something beautiful, but you can’t let it out. Something’s holding it back. But if only you could just stop being so afraid, the beautiful thing would come out and everything would be all right. I kept quiet, not knowing what to say. I just watched him. Slowly he raised his head and eyed me suspiciously.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;He rested his chin on the curve of his guitar’s body,</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;“I know I've got a new song here but it doesn't seem like it wants to come out."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;I walked over to the couch. I took a deep breath and took the guitar from his hands. I placed it on the floor and straddled him. I decided to let my emotions get the best of me, and reached for the back of his neck with both of my hands. I pulled his face against mine, my lips enveloping his own. I felt his hands reaching behind my back as a small laugh moved through his lips and he embraced me.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;I didn’t care about what anybody thought, my parents, my siblings, my family, our fans, the media, I didn’t give a shit about any of them anymore. I loved him and as I kissed him, I knew I would never hunger for another person this much. I would never have this passion with someone else, I was so sure of that.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;We kissed lovingly for a couple of minutes until he lay on the couch and I quickly crawled on top of him, my lips hardly ever leaving his own. I didn't know what he thought this meant, and I guess I didn't either, but I knew I wanted him. &nbsp;His arms moved up and down my back as I continued kissing him.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"You taste so good," I said to him, kissing his cheek, letting my tongue slip out a little, them moving to his chin.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;He sighed as I started kissing his neck, moving down to his collarbone. I sat back for a moment and Rob sat up as I pulled his tank top over his head and then fell back on top of him, letting our bodies press against each other.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Oh, God," he sighed in between my kisses. &nbsp;</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;I looked into his eyes. &nbsp;They were so full of love and I wondered if mine contained the same. I didn't even know how far I was planning on going, I just wanted to feel close to him, to love him, but when I found myself kissing his stomach and untying his jogger pants, I began to get a vague idea. Rob let out a loud moan as my hand slid against his cock, forcing me to remind him that everyone was hanging out in the living room, on the other side of the door.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Sorry," he whispered. I yanked his pants down and took his gorgeous cock in my hand, staring at it admiringly before taking it into my mouth.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;I heard him inhale deeply from above as I moved his legs further apart. I didn't know how much time was passing. I felt like I had been temporarily brought to another plane of existence as I licked his balls and then his cock like it was a lollipop, sucked on the head. I savoured the precum that was easing out of the slit, took him down to the base, smelling his manly scent that was driving me wild.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;I was brought back to reality only when I heard him telling me that he was about to cum. I could have decided to move onto another activity, but I just couldn't. I wanted all of him. I couldn't get enough of his taste and smell. I shifted my eyes upward to see his hand reaching up to grab the armrest of the couch as he began to cum in my mouth. Thick loads pumped out of him and I knew he was doing everything in his power to stay quiet.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;I swallowed his seed greedily, eventually taking my mouth off of his wet, spent cock. &nbsp;At that moment, I felt content and hard as hell. &nbsp;</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;Rob sat up to press his mouth against mine, slowly lowering me onto my back as he took my place. He pulled my own pants down and licked the inside of my thighs. He pushed his face into my ball sack, licking anything he came into contact with. Then I felt him grab my hard member and guide it into his mouth. His tongue felt like a velvet rope as I felt it gliding up and down the underside of my cock. His lips formed a tight seal around my cock, creating a small cavern where his tongue had free reign. The sensations were all so familiar.</span></p><p><span>Rob being highly skilled in every activity he enjoyed, especially when my body was involved, after a few minutes of him licking, sucking and deepthroating my cock, I couldn't take it anymore, and I came in his mouth, my mind briefly thinking that this is how I wanted it to be forever.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;After, we lay next to each other, spent. &nbsp;It was just familiar and right. &nbsp;We stayed quiet, contentedly gazing into each other’s eyes.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"I didn't expect this," he said, eventually. "I thought you had other things on your mind tonight."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;It had been a very long and intense couple of days, and I realized that I hadn't expected any of the things that had happened to happen, including having sex with him.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"You’re on my mind," I told him sincerely, "I just wanted you. I don’t care what anybody thinks about why we should or shouldn’t be together… certainly not what my mother thinks. Even more so now that I know she’s been lying to me my whole life. I don’t give a shit anymore!" I said resolutely.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"You’re absolutely right, I guess I shouldn’t give a shit either."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"No you shouldn’t." I agreed and after a moment added. "You know what? I just love you. And you’re the only person I’ll ever be this attracted to in my life, I know that… I could never understand that part," I laughed, "But I’ve never wanted to fight it. We’re just meant to be together, simple as that. I know we can take anything they throw at us as long as we’ve got each other," I said, nuzzling closer to him.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve you."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Nothing, you’re just yourself. I know you’re the only person who will love me no matter what. It’s just chemistry, go figure!" I smiled.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"I will." he promised.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"I know."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"For what it's worth, you're the best mistake she's ever made. Whoever that guy is, I'm glad he fucked her," he laughed and I did too.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Fuck, that's so weird, I can't even imagine her having sex with anyone."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Must've been quite a stud! Good for her," he joked, " maybe he was the lifeguard in the swimming pool," he added dreamily.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Come on, stop!" I begged.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;We laughed way too hard at this, as he imagined all sort of scenarios. It was a good way to play down the whole thing.</span></p><p><span>We eventually stopped laughing and I asked him,</span></p><p><span>"So, tell me about that song you were trying to write when I interrupted you."</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Oh, I don't know. Do you remember what you told me before? When you said you needed me to fix you?" </span></p><p><span>I nodded.</span></p><p><span>"I think that’s a song right there."</span></p><p><span>"Yeah? What do you have in mind?"</span></p><p><span>"I’m not sure. Do you wanna help me?" he asked </span></p><p><span>"Yeah, let’s do that!" I agreed impatiently.</span></p><p><span>He told me about the first lyrics he had come up with and I tried to find a good melody. We worked on the lyrics and the melody for about half an hour, until we decided to ask the guys for help.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;When we went back into the living room, I noticed there were a few champagne flutes on the table, as well as a beer bottle.</span></p><p><span>"Hey! We were about to come and get you!" Dylan exclaimed.</span></p><p><span>Damon added. </span></p><p><span>"But no one was bold enough to walk in on you, not even Jord!" he laughed as he looked at him with a smile.</span></p><p><span>"I would've!" Jordan joked. </span></p><p><span>I laughed,</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"We were just working on a song!"</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;Damon let out a chuckle,</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"We're supposed to believe that?"</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"We were!" I confirmed with a laugh, "And we actually need your help!"</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Alright," Dylan said, unconvinced, "but we're gonna celebrate first!"</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Are you serious!" Rob said.</span></p><p><span>"Yeah, very!" Jordan said as he popped open the cold beer bottle and handed it over to Rob, who knew what he had to do. We took part in an old tradition that we had practiced since… well, nearly since the first drink we shared together. Rob took a long drink, then handed it to me. I took a swig from it, then passed it to Dylan, who followed my suit, then Damon, and Jordan was last. He finally gave the bottle back to Rob, who finished what was left. When he slapped the empty beer bottle back on the table, somehow, we just felt more relaxed, ready to just laugh and talk together easily, with no tension in the air, if there’d been any.</span></p><p><span>We all knelt beside the coffee table and Rachel and Jane joined us.</span></p><p><span>“Oh, now I’m worried,” Jane said, as she saw the bottles of alcohol.</span></p><p><span>Jordan had placed a few more on the table. “Is this what you boys do when I’m not here?”</span></p><p><span>“Oh no, no, no, Jane, don’t worry,” Jordan said in a reassuring tone, “we’re being good boys, we only get hammered when you’re here so you can supervise,” he joked.</span></p><p><span>She rolled her eyes as Damon picked up the bottle of champagne and proceeded to open it. He removed the foil wrap, placed one hand on the neck of the bottle and maintained pressure with his thumb. Then he removed the wire cage, but he didn’t hold the cork firmly. Instead he pushed on it a little, on purpose I’d say. &nbsp;The bottle's pressure popped the cork, and the funniest thing happened. &nbsp;It hit Jordan right on the forehead. &nbsp;If he had wanted to do it on purpose, it wouldn’t have succeeded.</span></p><p><span>“For fucks sake!!!” Jordan yelled and fell onto his back as he rubbed his forehead vigorously to make the pain go away.</span></p><p><span>Damon poured champagne into the glasses as it was quickly coming out of the bottle, &nbsp;</span></p><p><span>“Are you okay?” he asked with a laugh.</span></p><p><span>“No, I’m not. Are you trying to kill me?” Jord complained.</span></p><p><span>“Let me see,” Rachel asked Jordan as she leaned down. &nbsp;</span></p><p><span>He removed his hand. &nbsp;There was indeed a small red spot on his forehead, but it was nothing to worry about.</span></p><p><span>“You’re fine, you'll survive,” she told him, amused, and rubbed the spot. &nbsp;We were all concerned for a second but we quickly cracked up laughing at the unlikeliness of the situation.</span></p><p><span>“I'm such a good shot,” Damon laughed.</span></p><p><span>"Fuck you, dude!! You're lucky now is not the time to get back at you!"</span></p><p><span>We seriously had the best fit of laughter. There had been so much tension for the last couple of days that we all needed this, especially me.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;We finally all had a sip of champagne and Rob spoke as he moved closer to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder.</span></p><p><span>"Alright! There's something I'd like to say! First, Damon, thank you for that. He had it coming!" he joked, Jordan being the one who had pressured us to come out the most.</span></p><p><span>"No problem. I'll do it again anytime!"</span></p><p><span>"You are so ungrateful!" Jordan complained jokingly, "I only have your best interests at heart, and that's how you repay me!"</span></p><p><span>We laughed and Rob continued,</span></p><p><span>"Uh, well, I’d like to thank you all for being so supportive. You all know how much that means to us. I mean, I realise that this will have an impact on all of you, not just Mark and me, so, thank you for being such great friends. I’m glad that you’re here to help us go through this. &nbsp;It really means the world to us."</span></p><p><span>“Amen to that!” Dylan said, raising his glass.</span></p><p><span>They looked at me, waiting for me to say something too, &nbsp;</span></p><p><span>"You know what, Rob's said it perfectly. &nbsp;I don’t have anything else to add."</span></p><p><span>"Well, I do," Jordan announced.</span></p><p><span>“It’s nice of you to thank us and all,” he started, “but seriously, how could we not be supportive? &nbsp;Because, for me, as far as our friendship goes, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. &nbsp;And I’m not even drunk yet, so rest assured, I’m totally honest! Unless maybe I've got a concussion!" he joked as he rubbed his forehead again. "I think I speak for all of us when I say that we love you and that we’re very proud of you. &nbsp;You’re our best friends, god dammit, and we just want you to be happy… Actually, what I think, is that we </span><span>need </span><span>you to be happy.”</span></p><p><span>“Why is that?” I asked him with a smirk.</span></p><p><span>" 'Cause, when everyone says that U-N-I's got chemistry! Well, I think that most of that chemistry comes from you and what you've got together. Things wouldn't be the same if you guys weren't together anymore."</span></p><p><span>We smiled. We knew he was right about that. I didn't even want to think about what would happen to the band if for some reason Rob and I ever broke up. I didn't see any reason why we would, but I could only hope we'd be able to stay friends and still make the band a priority.</span></p><p><span>"I know it’s difficult and scary for you right now but I’m sure than in a few weeks, you won’t even remember what it was like to not be out. I know everyone will support you, but even if they don’t, it’s fine! 'Cause we don’t need everyone to be on our side. A little bit of controversy's never killed anyone. Plus I bet you’ll have a lot of fun with that, won’t you, Rob!"</span></p><p><span>"I think I will!" he chuckled.</span></p><p><span>“I know you didn’t want to shout it to everyone by making a big announcement, but at least now, you got it out of the way!”</span></p><p><span>“Yeah,” Rachel said, “and can I just say, while we’re doing this! I’m so proud of you too cause, well, you’re not afraid to let the world see who you are, and everyone will admire you for that, 'cause the more honest and open you are with people, the more they respect you. &nbsp;I’m sure you’re gonna be an example to a lot of guys.”</span></p><p><span>“Absolutely!” Jordan agreed. &nbsp;“Hey, if I were gay, I’d be in love with you!” he joked.</span></p><p><span>Rob chuckled and looked at him lustfully, until Jordan rolled his eyes and exclaimed,</span></p><p><span>"IF!"</span></p><p><span>Rob laughed. Lately, we were constantly flirting with Jordan to piss him off because it worked so well. Jordan had always been a pretty boy, but now that he was older, he was fucking hot! He really was attractive, and he knew it too. When it came to his looks, having gay guys as his best friends definitely had its perks and he knew how to take advantage of it. He'd often work out with us or ask for fashion tips. For instance, he'd always ask us,</span></p><p><span>"Would you snog me?" before leaving for a date to know if he looked good enough.</span></p><p><span>He knew that if we found him attractive, then he was good to go!</span></p><p><span>Rachel continued. "I think there’s a lot of straight guys who’d love to be in your shoes, and have your looks and your talent," Rachel said, "so maybe that'll force some of 'em to be a bit more open minded."</span></p><p><span>"Oh yeah, that’s true…" Damon started saying, as he seemed to remember an anecdote. "Look at me here, for instance. I tried to look like you guys once. Remember, Rach? And then you had to ground me because I was taking clothes from your wardrobe," he joked.</span></p><p><span>“See, what did I tell you!” she said with a laugh.</span></p><p><span>“Are you saying I dress like a girl?" Rob said, pretending to be mad.</span></p><p><span>“Well I don’t own half as many tight t-shirts as you do.”</span></p><p><span>Rob grabbed a pillow and threw it at Damon.</span></p><p><span>“Yeah, you guys are awesome!” Dylan concluded, “Let’s drink!”</span></p><p><span>We clinked glasses again and drank to a bright future.</span></p><p><span>We hung out together for a while. It was fun, familiar and comfortable. We eventually told them about the song Rob had in mind. They were immediately enthusiastic about it and Dylan suggested the song should slowly start on the keyboard, with the sound of an organ.</span></p><p><span>We worked on it until we could barely keep our eyes open. This time, I was tired before Rob was and I was the first one to go to bed, with a frustrating feeling of unfinished work, but the song was off to a good start.</span></p><p><span>For the next few days, we worked on it. Again, we tried to write lyrics that everyone would be able to relate to in a way or another, and soon it felt finished. It started as a beautiful, intimate, sad and sentimental song, and then we found ways to build suspense while progressing toward an inevitable crashing climax.</span></p><p><span>We couldn't wait to record it in the studio and to play it live, which was the reason why we knew it was going to be a number one single and one of the fans' favourite. There was no doubt in my mind about this. It was a hit song. It was the first one we completed for the new album, and it made us want to begin to seriously write new material. I already had many ideas in mind. I knew there would be a song about coming out, but it was all too fresh for now.</span></p><p><span>I’d also had a break up song almost completely written in my mind for a long time, inspired by Rachel, but I’d never wanted to go as far as to record it or play it to to them. I didn't want to hurt anyone, or maybe I couldn't make Rob sing a song about me breaking up with her.</span></p><p><span>But I knew I had something really good there, and that eventually, I would have to show it to them and that they’d want to record it.</span></p><p><span>Moreover, we still entertained the idea of working with Bono and Rihanna on this new album, which was exhilarating.</span></p><p><span>But for now, we were off to a good start with "</span><span>Fix you</span><span>". The main lyrics were,</span></p><p><span>And the tears come streaming down your face</span></p><p><span>When you lose something you can't replace</span></p><p><span>When you love someone, but it goes to waste</span></p><p><span>Could it be worse?</span></p><p><span>Lights will guide you home</span></p><p><span>And ignite your bones</span></p><p><span>And I will try to fix you.</span></p> </div></div>
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U-N-I Chapter 8 The following story is entirely a work of fiction. The characters are not based on any particular celebrity but the story is about fictional characters, who are celebrities in the story. The music used in this story is music by the band Coldplay. Let me know what you think of the story at [email protected] and check out my tumblr blog at https://u-n-i-live.tumblr.com/ ----------------- I sat back down next to Rob and the journalist came over to us and sat on the sofa on the other side of the coffee table, facing us. "From the look on your faces, I suppose you know I’m not here to interview you," he told us somberly. "So, what are we here for?" Tom snapped nastily. He looked at us with a slight smile on his face and opened the folder he was holding in his hands. He retrieved a large white paper and turned it around, placing it in front of us. Rob and I had one look at it and then we looked at each other, defeated. It was a photograph on which we were kissing, and it was not a friendly kiss. Rob looked down at the picture and looked up at him, "What exactly d'you plan on doing with this?" "Well, nothing yet!" he replied. I looked at the picture again. I had no idea when or where it had been taken. We had been careful. We always made sure we were alone or at least around people we could trust before we kissed or touched each other. It could be pretty frustrating sometimes but I guess it was the price we had to pay to protect ourselves from these people, who despite our discretion, had still managed to corner us. I didn't say anything, just looked at him apprehensively, looked at the picture again, very worried. I knew we were cornered and I had no idea how to react. We weren't really prepared for this. We had decided that we would probably come out soon, yes, but to discuss it and to actually take the plunge were two different things. We were aware that we had to start thinking about it more seriously because there would always be some risk that something like this might happen, or that someone might sell a story but, so far, we hadn't really thought about it that much. We were probably still too innocent to think this would happen. Somehow, we hoped we would just slip through the net. We really thought it was something we would not have to deal with for another few months at least. We didn't know exactly when or how we'd come out but doing it in a paper like ‘The Sun’ was definitely not on our list. "We 've also got the video footage that goes with it." he told us proudly, pointing at the picture,"So, if you don't want anybody to see this tomorrow in the morning paper, we’re gonna need to talk," he said to us with self-assurance. Well, that made Rob react. "Are you seriously threatening to out us tomorrow morning?" he asked the guy resolutely. Rob glared at him and shot him a poisonous look, and with his eyes, he could give a pretty intimidating one. I could tell that the journalist lost his self-assurance for a few seconds when he met Rob's gaze and saw the look in his eyes. I saw him hesitate and he looked at Rob uneasily, worried about what he might do. He immediately broke eye contact and looked at me and Tom but saw the same furious expression in our eyes. He seemed to pull himself together very quickly though, the hesitation in his behavior lasting only a few short seconds and he looked at us with confidence again. He was so fucking satisfied, proud and sure of himself, he knew he had us. I was feeling nothing but hatred for this guy and I started wondering how someone could take this much pleasure in destroying other people's lives just to make money. Not that he was going to completely destroy our lives, I'm sure we weren’t the first ones to be blackmailed by ‘The Sun'. Rob continued staring at him angrily as Tom tried to threaten him, "You know you can’t do that, we’ll have you sued." "You can try," he replied with confidence. I turned to Tom, "Shouldn’t we refuse to talk to them without a lawyer in the room or something?" He looked at me and stood up, "Yeah, we’re leaving!" Rob walked closer to him and looked him straight in the eye as he said with contempt, "You're such a bastard. Look at you! Don't you have any self-respect? How can you do this and still look at yourself in the mirror? I’m sure your parents must be really proud of their son." The journalist immediately turned his head toward the security guard, who started taking a few steps towards us. Rob took a step back and looked at him, letting him know he didn’t have to move from where he was. He didn’t, but kept an eye on Rob. We walked towards the door. Before we stepped out, Tom turned to him and asked, a bit resigned, "What is it gonna take for you not to publish this in tomorrow’s morning paper?" The reporter was silent for a moment. When he finally spoke, we weren't too crazy about his answer, "You can talk to their label and see what they’re willing to do. Or they can sign an exclusivity agreement with us. We will keep this information to ourselves. They can come out whenever they’re ready to do it and they’ll get to name their own terms. We'll publish an article that will be the truth and nothing but the truth." Rob chuckled and said, emphasizing every word, "That is never going to happen! Primarily because someone like you and the rag you work for wouldn’t know the truth if it smacked you in the face." And we walked out the door. We didn’t say anything until we were out of the building and in the taxi. "Fuck!" I swore. "This guy is the biggest asshole I've ever met, can you believe that guy? Tom, what should we do?" I asked "Well, I have no idea. I’ve never had to deal with that kind of blackmailing. You obviously don’t wanna sign any agreement with them. So I don’t know. I’m gonna go to BMG right now and see if they can negotiate something with them, buy you some time." He got out of the taxi to take another one and we went back to our place. We remained silent for a moment until I told Rob, in a resigned voice, "Maybe we should just sign their stupid agreement, and then we can just come out whenever we want," I said, but not really meaning it. Rob just looked at me, perplexed, "I cannot believe you just said that. No, we shouldn't! They just wanna make money. They want us to come out. And they want an exclusive interview so that they can make as much money as possible out of it. What kind of people are we if we let them use us and manipulate us like that? It'll betray everything we are. It’d be like saying to people that we’re hiding a dirty little secret and that we’re ashamed of loving each other." "I know, but we’ve always said that we’d come out when we feel ready. And I don’t know if we are." "Hey, I don’t wanna do this right now, I really don’t. I want as much as you do for our relationship to stay private. I don’t like the idea of having to share it with the whole fucking world but we can't let a tabloid out us or god knows what kind of twisted version of the truth they're gonna write, and that's all people will remember. Most people always believe the first thing they read. And god, there's so many people reading this bloody paper every morning, we just can't let them out us, now or later!" "But we’ve always said that our private lives are our own thing and I don’t like that I’m gonna have to talk about it and comment on it and answer people’s questions about what’s supposed to be private." "I know, me neither. I already have paparazzi on my back every day, it’s gonna be even worse if we come out. They’re gonna be after pictures of us together all the time now." I sighed and looked into his eyes, confused and anxious. We didn't say anything for a few seconds. My mind was racing as I tried to find a way out, but there was none. Why did it have to be so complicated to be gay? Why did people have to make such a big deal out of it? No one was going to be on the first page of the Sun to say that they were straight, now were they? Why did somebody's sexuality have to be so damn important to some people? It was really pissing me off that we had to justify ourselves like this. Because this shouldn't even have to be an issue. I sighed dejectedly, "I realize we don't really have a choice! And I know people are starting to suspect that there might be something going on between us already. But I didn't think we'd be forced to do it so soon. I don’t mind them knowing about us but I don’t wanna talk about it in the media." "We don’t have to share our relationship with the whole world, you know. ‘We can simply refuse to talk about it in the media or to do interviews where they expect to ask us questions about our personal life. Right now, it is just about telling people that we’re gay and together. It doesn’t have to be more than that, we don’t have to say more than that." He took my hand in his and I rested it on his thigh as he caressed it, softly brushing his thumb over my knuckles until we arrived at our place. We went straight to Jordan’s place, where he, Dylan and Damon were waiting for us. We had started explaining the situation to them on the phone but we told them everything that had happened. "What you gonna do?" Dylan asked. "Come out, I guess." I said decisively. "Are you ready to do that? It’s not really a good time." Jordan said, "Why not? Maybe it's the perfect time. It'll give us more freedom to write a fucking awesome album." "That people might decide not to buy!" Dylan added looking at Jordan. Jordan frowned, "Dylan, we've got plenty of gay fans." "And we've got plenty of straight fans as well." he added. "Well if some are stupid enough to do that, then fuck ‘em!" Jordan exclaimed. "We're about to become huge," Dylan said in a decisive tone, "this could compromise everything, especially in the States. It might completely change the image people have of the band. Our fans will be okay with it, but we still have a long way to go, and most people will stop at the gay thing without even giving us a chance." "Are you that desperate to break in the States?" Jordan asked, confronting him, ‘Cause I’m not! Remember what Bono told us, ‘be real, wear your heart on your sleeve,’ well, let’s just do that. If people like it, great, if they don’t, who the hell cares!" As I listened to him, I knew he was right. But we had talked about this already, we all wanted the band to have a major influence on the music scene in the long run. We still wanted to be around in twenty years, and we were a bit worried that coming out would jeopardize this, because we didn't want to be categorized, to touch only a minority. We wanted U-N-I to touch everyone, we didn’t want it to be limited. We didn't want our homosexuality to be everything about us. It was part of the band's identity, but it was only a small part, not everything that we were. I was worried that people would want to pigeonhole us. Rob passed his hands over his face and turned around. He walked away, toward a corner of the room, knowing that what both of them were saying made sense. He rested his forehead against the wall and I just stood still next to Jordan, wondering what the hell we were going to do. We all grew silent, thinking. There was a definite tension in the air and the atmosphere in the room was heavy and electric. Jordan walked over to Rob. He made him turn around and placed his hands on each side of his face. He whispered something to him before hugging him against him and talking in his ear to calm him down. Rob buried his face in the crook of Jordan's neck and hugged him too as Jordan comforted him and rubbed his hand up and down his back. After a few seconds, Damon joined them and rubbed the back of Rob's neck, talking to him soothingly too. I don't think Rob really knew what to do with himself, he was about to lose it. I was glad they were there for him because I was pretty much in the same state as he was. He needed his friends, I was just as worried and confused as he was. I think we were really starting to realize what it all meant, especially for Rob. Because the thing was that, even though he and I were in the same boat, we both knew that he would be the one who would have to deal with this the most. Journalists would once again focus their attention on him and he would be the one to be really labeled as gay, he'd be the one to carry this on his shoulders. I'd just be the boyfriend. At first, that's probably what most people who didn't know much about us would think, because so far, when people heard U-N-I, they heard 'Robbie'! Apart from our fans, people would probably just think of me as 'this guy from the band that Robbie dates'. I knew Rob was afraid of losing people's respect. He needed to know that people liked him, respected him for who he was and he was taking the risk of losing that respect. "I’m sorry Rob," Dylan told him. "I don’t mean to make you worry more than you already do. I don’t care whether you guys come out now or later, but we should really think this through before you make a decision." We all looked at each other, realizing the seriousness of the situation, knowing this could have a tremendous impact on our future and that it would probably change a lot of things as far as the band was concerned. I walked over to Rob. Jordan and Damon kind of left me alone with him and went over to where Dylan was standing, near the couch. I took Rob's hand in mine and kissed his cheek. He rested his head on my shoulder and I put my other hand in his hair. "God guys," Damon started saying, "maybe Dylan's right, it's a pretty big risk to take, I mean, we still have a lot to prove and maybe we should prove it before you come out." "Or maybe it's not," Dylan sighed, "What do I know?" I was a bit surprised that he would change his mind so fast. He was usually the one who was the most worried about the consequences that coming out would have on the band. "Most people suspect anyway," he said, talking to Rob, "and I know you'd love to be able to sing the songs, knowing people know what some of the lyrics mean to you. Maybe the next tour could be the best tour ever because the fans will understand the lyrics and feel like they really know you." "Hey, make up your mind! What if you were right before?" Damon said, "What if they decide they don't wanna listen to a band with a gay singer and that they won't buy our album or won't come to our gigs." "Some probably will," Jordan said, "but damn, would you stop! We've talked about this before, if they decide to turn their backs on us, then they're not worth it. But come on, guys, our fans are pretty open-minded, I'm pretty sure everything'll work out fine." "We'll be doing a great service to the gay community here," Rob said, "I'm sure it could help a lot of gay guys feel better about themselves and who they are." I knew he had to be right about that. Sure, there were more and more celebrities coming out but I had this feeling that us coming out could do a lot in terms of changing some people's perceptions, because at the end of the day, we were just your average gay guys who you would think are straight if you saw them walking down the street. We were just normal metrosexual guys from an ordinary middle-class, not to mention catholic, background, who just happened to like men. "We're gonna lose fans anyway," Jordan said, "and some people will probably decide not to buy the next album just because you're gay, but at the same time, we're gonna gain a lot of fans too, cool and open-minded ones," he said with a smile. "Rob," he added, "you've already taken the decision a while ago. Sure, it was easy to say that you'd come out someday when you didn't actually have to do it but right now you're just scared, but the decision, you've already taken it." I looked at Rob and smiled at him, "It could be kinda cool to record a new album, feeling totally free to say what we wanna say, and to go on tour, knowing that our fans know." "Yeah, you actually sing about being gay, it's just part of the band’s identity" Jordan told him, "and I think it's about time you tell people the truth. And it's not like you need to stay in the closet. I know you wanna make sure we're famous enough for this not be an issue but I think we are famous enough!! Aren’t you tired of hiding this?" "Sure," Rob said in a low voice, "I wanna be honest about this, and I know I have to be honest about this but... it's hard." "Guys," Jordan continued, "they have you with your backs to the wall here, and I'm afraid that if you back out and decide to wait, you might take an even bigger risk. Now that they know, they could just out you whenever they want. Even if they say that they won’t, these people, they are unscrupulous. And if it's not 'The Sun', it might be another paper. Too many people are asking questions. If you do it now, you won't have to worry about this anymore." "I know," Rob said, "I guess I'm just worried of losing still a little bit more of my privacy." "We'll finally have the freedom to be ourselves though," I told him. "We won't have to hide anymore. It'd really take a huge weight off of our shoulders." "Yeah," Jordan said, "you just need a little push. Maybe this is actually a good thing." "Yes," Damon said, "you might never have the balls to actually do it if no one ever gives you a good kick in the ass," he said with a laugh. "So, you gonna do this?" Dylan asked after a few seconds of silence. "I guess," Rob said, almost in a whisper staring into space, "Let's just wait for Tom to give us some news." We all sat down on the couches and grew silent, trying to weigh the pros and the cons in our minds. "I have this picture of us on my phone," Rob told me, breaking the heavy silence, he stopped talking and looked down, lost in his own thoughts. "Ok…" I said, not sure why he was telling me this. "You know, it’s one of those pics of us you were always taking with your camera during the tour," he said to Jordan. "When we weren’t watching… in case you’d need something compromising to use against us or something." They both laughed. "I love it," he said softly. "Ok…. " I repeated, "where are you going with this?" I asked him. He took out his phone and searched for the photo. Then he handed me the phone. Jordan stood up and looked at it over my shoulder. "Oh yeah I remember. I’m a bloody good photographer." "I thought that if we ever were to come out on social media, I would do it with this picture,’ he explained. "Just post it on Instagram, with some kind of comment below, then wait and see what happens." I just watched him and said, "You were thinking about doing that?" "Yeah, but I never thought I’d really have to do it. But right now, it seems like the right move! I’m not sure I’ll have the balls to go through with it though," he sighed. I had to admit, it seemed like a good move. It was a black and white picture that spoke for itself. It was lovely. We were sitting on a sofa, kind of cuddling, he had his arm over my shoulders, his lips pressed on the side of my forehead, his eyes staring into space. I had my eyes closed, a slight smile on my lips and I was holding his hand, fingers intertwined. Jordan took the phone from my hands. "What are you doing?" I asked him, my panic instantly rising. "Just editing the picture a bit." he sat back down and started tapping the phone screen. After a couple of minutes, he turned to Rob, "What comment would you have written?" "I dunno," he shrugged. Jordan smirked, "Sure you do, come on, what do you have in mind?" Rob smiled lightly, and then looked at me, he hesitated and finally said, "The lyrics to ‘Ink’ I think." I smiled. This was a sexy love song I had written after getting a tattoo on my hip, that I really didn’t want to release. But they had all insisted, so we had just decided to release it as a B-side, and I had hoped that people would not pay too much attention to it. Unfortunately, our fans did notice it and we had had a lot of requests for it during the tour. We had also noticed that it was one of the fans’ favourites on our message board. "People don’t really know that song," Damon commented. "Our fans do!" Rob replied. "Ok, exactly which line?" Jordan asked. "Just the chorus, ‘All I know, is that I love you so, so much that it hurts!’" Jordan smiled and tapped the screen again, typing those exact lyrics. "Hashtag ‘fuck the Sun’ " he said as he typed. We all chuckled and he looked at us, raising his eyebrows in a question, "Ink?" he asked, "so they’ll know what song it’s from". We agreed. "Together thru life," I added, which was the tattoo I had on my hip and mentioned in the song. "Coming out?" Damon added, and we nodded. "Anything else?" Jordan asked. "Gay ? … no ?" "There," he said and handed Rob his phone back. "All that’s left to do is to press ‘Share’" He looked at it for quite a long time and placed his thumb above the top of the screen. After a few seconds, he sighed heavily, letting the phone fall on his lap. "Fuck, I can’t do this." "Come on man!!" Jordan insisted, "do it!" "Christ! This is so nerve-racking!" he sighed again, burying his face in his hands. "Do it! You know you want to!" Jordan insisted again. He looked at me intensely and tried to see if there were any doubts in my eyes, but at that instant, I don’t think he was able to see any, because I just knew that whatever would happen, it was something we just had to do. "Just do it!" I said as well, trying to convince him. "Are you sure?" he asked me, not breaking eye-contact. "Yeah, it’s so much better than being outed by a tabloid." "Yeah, we can’t let ‘The Sun’ win!" Damon insisted as well. He took the phone again and looked at the screen, but still, he didn’t do anything. "Oh, come on!!!" Jordan said in frustration and grabbed the phone from his hand. "Well, If you don’t have the balls to do this, I do!" Rob looked at him and pleaded, "Wait, don’t!" "Why not?" Jordan asked decisively. "Give me one good reason!" he added. Rob hesitated and said, unconvinced, "Because of the band!" "That’s not a good reason!" Jordan replied, shaking his head. "Does that sound like a good reason to you?" he asked Damon and Dylan who shook their heads no. He then looked at me, placed his thumb above the screen and asked, "Mark?" I nodded, "Just do it!" I answered in a whisper, tired of all this tension and uncertainty. He looked briefly at Rob again, saw the same doubt and ambivalence and handed me the phone. "You do it!" I took the phone and didn’t think twice, I just pressed ‘share’ "Oh fuck, Mark," Rob sighed, sinking into the couch, his face in his hands. "And you’re OUT!" Jordan smiled. "Way to go Mark, I didn’t think you’d be the one to do it!" "Me neither," I told him as I threw the phone on Rob’s lap and took out mine out from my jeans pocket. Jordan did the same, followed by Damon and Dylan. "I can’t believe you did it, this was a bad idea!" Rob complained. "Too late, at least he didn’t chicken out!" Jordan teased him. "It was a great idea!" Damon, said, trying to comfort him in our decision. We all stopped talking, it seemed as if time had stopped. We all checked Instagram and after a couple minutes, Jordan said, "Oh my god guys, comments are pouring in!" They definitely were. I had a hard time keeping up with them. Rob sat straight up. "Seriously, already?" "Rob, we’ve got 12 million followers on Instagram, there’s bound to be a few of them connected," he joked. "Fuck off, you smart-ass!" he snapped at him. "Hey, don’t be like that!" he told him nicely. I started laughing as I remembered what Rob had said during our radio interview in the morning. "What can possibly be funny right now?" he asked me, a bit aggravated, he was so ill-tempered and irritable. "What you said this morning about 'A message'… 'Maybe someday, we'll tell you!" I chuckled and added, "Maybe today, we'll tell you!" I said, insisting on the words. "Oh shit!" he swore. "How was I supposed to know!" I laughed as he finally looked at his phone again and read the comments as well. We all did, some silently and others out loud. There was a bit of everything, but all were very supportive, since the first ones were from our fans, although there were a few haters of course. Mostly, people were saying the same things, there were a lot of ‘what the fuck’, ‘are they gay?' ‘no way’ ‘Can’t believe it, ‘I knew it’,‘congratulations’ ‘I love you’ ‘I hate you’ and so on, ‘Awesome! They make the most perfect couple. I love U-N-I, so much that it hurts!’ ‘Love is Love! I don’t give a shit, they’re amazing, I love their music, the best group in my life’ ‘This shouldn’t be an issue, they’re still the same guys! They’re so talented, still a fan’ ‘Not shocked that you came out. Just sad we live in a society where you have to come out and not be who you are’ ‘They act really straight for gay dudes, is this real? that’s cool though, they’re an awesome band’ ‘I must be really dumb because I did not suspect this at all, but I don’t care, this band is PERFECTION!’ ‘Congratulations on coming out, welcome to the club’ ‘The Sun must have put pressure on them, those evil bastards’ ‘Looks like the Sun almost had a field day’ ‘Those who post hate comments should be ashamed of themselves. People love who they love, get over yourselves!’ ‘This is the most beautiful picture, can’t stop looking at it ! so you are more than friends, you make a lovely couple ! You make the world a brighter place !’ ‘I love this picture so much, you’re gorgeous, good on you for coming out to the world, takes balls’ ‘I don’t give a fuck whether you are gay or not. People like you deserve to be happy and I hope that you are’ ‘Robbie’s so amazing, forever in love with him ! Mark’s one lucky boy. Such a shame for us girls though’ ‘Speaking of tattoo, I have ‘Look at the stars’ tattooed on my arm, that’s how much I love you’ ‘Some of their lyrics make so much sense to me now, oh my God, this is insane !’ ‘Takes a lot of courage to bring it all out in the open, I’m so supportive of them’ ‘Doesn’t make any difference as long as you’re happy, that should be the main thing’ ‘Myemers is real, I’m so thrilled, I can’t stop jumping up and down’ ‘Holly shit, myemers was actually not only happening in our twisted minds, I love it’ ‘My heroes, absolutely gorgeous, of course they’re together, beauty attracts beauty and beautiful souls attract other beautiful souls’ ‘being gay myself, that just gives me goosebumps, goosebumps, goosebumps, it’s an inexplicable feeling, I love this band, these guys are beautiful and true artists’ ‘Ink is such an underrated song ! why is it only a b-side, the best love song after ‘Yellow’. It’s my favorite and most beautiful song written by U-N-I, or is it just written by Mark? probably. And gosh, the chemistry happening between them on the picture, it’s so beautiful, it’s just like the emotions in the song’ ‘Just wanted a way of keeping you inside’, ah, I’m in shock, such a great song, good for them’ ‘Stunning song, ‘I see your road begin to climb, I see your stars begin to shine, I see your colours and I’m dying of thirst’, this is Mark proclaiming his love to Robbie, I get it now, omg, I’m so proud of them’ ‘I wonder if they really have a tattoo that says together thru life then ? I bet Mark does, cause I’m sure he’s the one behind such an amazing song’ ‘INK is one of my favourite song, it’s so mesmerizing, I love it even more now that I know it’s about their relationship! I find this beautiful. So much evil in this world, listen to this and change your ways’ ‘I’m shocked, I never would have guessed ! Mark’s awesome, I met him after a gig in France and chatted with him in French, he has like no accent whatsoever, I was like WTF ?!’ ‘I kinda of suspected Rob was gay but I would have never guessed in a million years that he was dating mark’ ‘This is going to lead to a lot of teasing tomorrow, but I’ll support you ! you know what, ‘Yellow is the only song I can truthfully say will almost make me cry, and I’m a straight guy, and I love everything you do !’ ‘So proud of their honesty, their next album is going to be fantastic I’m sure’ ‘Can’t wait for the next album and the next tour, they are great together, they make U-N-I the amazing band that it is’ ‘Rob has often implied in interviews that he was gay, so the news is not a real shocker to me. He should have said it sooner, nothing to be ashamed of, they make such a lovely couple, they are U-N-I’ ‘It was pretty obvious if you want my opinion, straight guys don’t look at each other like that, all the smiles and amazing chemistry between them, what is it gonna be like now, can’t wait for the kiss ! #myemers ‘I thought they were only best friends, but like many, I did notice the special bond on stage, hope all of their fans are open-minded enough’ ‘I’m a bit gutted but I still love their music, that’s what’s important, U-N-I is awesome, so many of their songs gets me, listening to them gives me the best feeling ever!’ ‘I’m stunned, kind of weird for me to be fans of gay guys but I will totally support them’ ‘Anyone else is thinking of Clocks when Robbie sings ‘Am I part of the cure, or am I part of the disease’ you’re definitely part of the cure Robbie, definitely !’ ‘Guys, your fans are a great bunch. I met all kind of people at your concerts, m/f, straight/gay, all races and ages, and all share a common bond. We love you’ And so on and so on… "Oh, this one’s nice," Damon said and read it aloud, ‘‘It must be a weight off their shoulders at last. I'm am so proud of how brave they have been to make the big step to come out. I love U-N-I ! Nothing fake about them, they are sweet, lovely, charming, funny, modest and talented, I absolutely LOVE these guys’ He smiled, "can only make you feel good about yourself! I love our fans!" I smiled and after a moment, Rob read one with emotion in his voice "gee, that’s deep, have you seen that one? ‘I think you might have just saved my life, thank you so much for coming out’" "See!" Jordan told him, "you saved a life, if that doesn’t make it worth it, I don’t know what does ! What about that one, ‘Ah guys, being gay myself, this brought a smile to my face, thanks for being honest! You're gonna become the next gay icons! Our generation needs some!" We kept reading. Jordan chuckled, "Fuck them, this is sick!" he groaned and made a fist, "I wish I could answer!" Dylan started laughing and I asked him what he was reading. "I wonder who’s top and who’s bottom!" he laughed again, reading the comment out loud and shaking his head. We all chuckled and Damon turned to me. "Yeah, who’s top and who’s bottom?" he said in an inquisitive tone. I frowned as I looked at him. "Seriously? You’re asking me this?" I asked him with a laugh, raising my eyebrows. He laughed and shrugged. "They’re versatile," Jordan answered simply, not taking his eyes off his phone screen. Damon looked at him with curiosity, "How do you know that?" "Hey, I’m his best friend, he tells me stuff." Rob let out a small laugh and added, "You’re not his best friend, I am." "No, you’re not. You’re the boyfriend now. He comes to me when he wants to talk about you." "Do you?" he turned to me with a frown. "Oh come on!" I laughed, throwing my head back, "shut the fuck up, Jordan!" We continued reading and just hung out together. We called Tom to tell him not to bother. He couldn’t believe that we had done it. Rachel texted me, ‘where r u guys?’ and I texted her back. A few minutes later, we all turned our heads to the front door when it flung open. She came in with a friend of hers and just watched us for a couple of seconds, "You guys came out on Instagram?" she screamed, stunned. Jordan laughed and exclaimed. "They did!" "Really? Oh, thank God!" she said, putting her hand on her chest, sounding relieved. "I thought someone might have hacked into your account or something! Why did you do this? What happened?" Jordan briefly explained the situation to her. "Oh my god! This is huge, I can’t believe you did this! Everyone at my college is talking about it, I even heard people talking about it on the tube on the way here." "This is all Jordan’s fault, he made us do it," Rob grumbled. "Why am I not surprised?" She laughed. "Somebody had to!" he smirked. "You ok?" she asked me, sitting down next to me and rubbing my shoulders. "Yeah, It had to happen someday." Rob looked at her friend and asked, "So how are people reacting? What d'you think?" "Well, I was very surprised, like really gobsmacked, everyone was… but no one was insulting you or anything," she replied in a reassuring tone. "Yeah, but…" Rachel added and hissed, "We are in Camberwell College of Arts, where most of the guys are gay!" Her friend laughed. "Yeah, sure. They may be a bit more open-minded than other people about this. Congratulations by the way, I still can’t believe you never told me!" she complained to Rachel. "Hey, I can keep a secret!" she answered, proud of herself, "You know, something else I never told you," she said to her in a low voice, her hand close to her mouth. "I used to date him!" She told her, pointing discreetly at me with a smile on her face. Her friend looked at her in surprise. "Yeah, he dumped me for him." "Ouch, that hurts!" she exclaimed. "Yeah, it did!" she confirmed. "Aw come on, you know you’re still my number one girl," I said pulling her closer to me for a kiss on the cheek, and hoping to put an end to the topic. She shook her head in disbelief, "I can’t believe you did this. Aren’t you freaking out?" "No, not anymore, we’ve been reading loads of positive comments, I’m not too worried." "Well," Rob said as he stood up, "I’m gonna call my mother, I don’t want her to find out about this before I tell her. I hope she doesn’t know yet." "She would have called you already." I told him. She obviously knew about our relationship. We had told her before leaving for London to promote our first album, or to be more precise, she had made us tell. She sat us down one evening after dinner and asked us, 'What is happening between the two of you?' We didn't know how to respond so she said, talking to Rob, 'You're different since you've started this band. Mark’s always here now, and whenever he’s not around, you’re not the same, as if you’re a little lost. You seem to be closer than ever, it’s like there’s a stronger bond between the two of you. But I'm starting to think that it's a lot more than a simple friendship.' And then we knew that she knew. We looked away and she asked, 'Are you lovers?' At that moment I honestly wasn’t sure if Rob was ready to tell her. But I could not lie to that woman. She had saved my life. I honestly believed that. When she swept a scared child into her arms and laid him in bed beside her own son, she saved me. And she had hundreds of times. Every single night when I needed it, her door was opened to me. There were no questions. There was love, affection, care and concern. There was breakfast. There were clean clothes. And always, there was refuge beside her son. I could not lie to her. So I just told her the truth, and her reaction surprised us. She was very accepting. She told us that she had suspected for a while and that the good thing about it was that she had had time to sort out her feelings. She told us it could be hard to find love and that if Rob and I had it, then she was happy for us. She was worried of course, but very understanding. My parents, however, still didn’t know, simply because I hadn’t talked to them in four years, and their opinions honestly didn’t matter to me. I just knew it would only give them another reason not to love me. After spending another hour at Jordan’s, I went back to my place to see how Rob was doing. I found him in our bedroom, lying on his back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. "You ok?" I asked as I got onto the bed and sat next to him. "Fine," he answered, in a tired voice. "Did you call your mum?" "Yeah, she’s coming, she’ll be here tomorrow morning, she’s gonna catch an early flight." I smiled, "That doesn’t surprise me." "Maybe you should call Amy, find out if your parents know?" Amy was my sister and she was the only one I was still in touch with. "If they do, I know how they’re gonna react. I don’t care." I laid close to him on my back as well, and rested my head on his chest, feeling drained of energy all of a sudden. His presence was soothing me. He didn’t wrap his arm around me like he normally would, and I wondered why. "Are you mad at me for outing us?" I asked him, a bit worried thay he might be. He sighed, "No, I’m just tired… and worried … and relieved… seriously, I just don’t know how I feel." "The comments are pretty amazing," I said, trying to reassure him. "Yeah I know, I was expecting a lot more negative ones." "Everything’s gonna be fine." "Yeah," he sighed. "Why were you so unsure?" I asked hesitantly. "Afraid of people’s rejection I guess," he said in a whisper. I shook my head and told him, "No-one has ever rejected you for this. I didn’t, your friends didn’t, your family didn’t. And your fans won’t either. They might even love you more…." "Yeah, they’re gonna love you even more." I added with a sigh. "Sounds like that worries you." "It does." "Why?" he asked with concern. I shrugged. "Is it really stupid that I’m a little scared of losing you?" I asked him sincerely, because that was how I was feeling at that instant. He hesitated, "Yeah…. why would you be?" I could tell he hadn't expected me to say this. I sighed, "You’re Robbie Myers." He let out a small laugh, "Not with you I’m not." "They all love you so much! You’re gonna get even more attention now, and not just from girls anymore." "So will you." I smiled and sighed, "Yeah, we’re gonna meet a lot of guys who'll want more than just an autograph." He rolled onto his stomach and laid next to me. His hand caressed my cheek and he placed a kiss on my lips. "Well, they’ll know I’m taken, I’ll make sure they know that. I get to show you off now," he joked. I didn’t say anything and he just looked into my eyes, his face got serious and he asked me, "What is it? Are you worried that we might cheat on each other?" "No… I dunno, maybe. I guess I’m worried that we won’t be able to control everything, this might get a bit complicated." "They can throw themselves at me all they want, you’re the only one." A smile swept over my face, "Ok, so I’m a little too horny sometimes, but it’s just… ‘cause, having a threesome together is fun, but I would not, I would never cheat on you, you know that, right?" he asked. "I know, of course I know that, neither will I. I just don’t wanna share you any more than I already have to." "Babe, I’d never do anything to hurt you," he told me sincerely. I placed my hand on the nape of his neck and caressed it. He placed his hand on my forehead and rubbed it a little as we stared into each other’s eyes. "Hey, you’re the only one who can have me." I smiled. "You’re the only one, don’t ever doubt that, you’re the only one." he repeated in a whisper before kissing me. "I love you." I simply told him. "I love you more. Without you, all of this wouldn’t even be worth it. We’re in this together, I couldn’t handle all that pressure, I’d be a mess without you. I need you, I need you every step of the way. Together through life, right?" "Right," I smiled. My hand slid up into his hair and I pulled him close for a kiss. He nuzzled his face in the crook of my neck and whispered, "You smell so good!" "Do I?" "You always smell good to me." I knew what he meant, I loved his scent too. It was exciting me, soothing me, making me feel good. He raised his head to look at me and smiled, "I kind of see what you mean though, I do wish I could keep you all to myself." I let out a laugh, "See!" "My perfect man," he said, kissing me tenderly again. "I’m not perfect." "Yes you are." He gazed at me and added, "You still don’t believe that, do you?" I smiled self-consciously. "That’s ok. That just makes you more attractive." He gave me a loving kiss as he raised himself up and straddled me. "You are perfect. I love how sweet and modest you are. You look like a model and you could totally show off your body, but no!" I let out a small laugh and he continued, "Your skin, your eyes… your lips, you have the sexiest smile, you just have the most perfect features. Do you know how many times I popped a bone just looking at you?" I shrugged, "If that’s as many times as I did looking at you, yeah I know." He giggled and pulled up my shirt. He kissed and licked my nipple and caressed my abs, "Gorgeous, just gorgeous." His hand travelled to my waist and he slid his body down as he pulled my pants off. Then, he pulled my underwear down a little to reveal my tattoo and rubbed his thumb over it before pressing his lips against it. He removed my underwear, planted a kiss on the sole of my foot and kissed his way up my leg. I watched him but closed my eyes when I felt his breath on my cock, waiting for him to swallow me but he just gave it a few gentle strokes. He licked my balls and I shivered with anticipation. "And you have a gorgeous cock. I love sucking on it, I love having it down my throat, I love feeling it deep inside me, I love tasting your cum." The sound of his voice as he said those words made me groan with desire. He was kissing around my erection, touching me so gently, I was hard as a rock. I so wanted him to plunge my cock down his throat and make me cum but apparently, he had other plans, so I just tried to keep my orgasm in check, "Fuck Rob, just suck me off!" I begged nonetheless, even though I was pretty sure he was not going to. He laughed as he slid his body back up and I propped myself on my elbows to kiss him. He broke away from me and took all of his clothes off, never breaking eye contact with me. We were both working out often and eating well, which gave better muscle definition to our bodies and I just stared at his toned chest and his defined muscles as they came into view. He knelt on the bed in front of me and I regained my senses. Before he had time to do anything else, I reached for his cock and held him in my mouth. It was already oozing with precum, so I wiped it off onto my finger and licked it with my tongue. "Ohh god," he sighed. As I started bobbing my head up and down his shaft, he grabbed my face and pulled me up to kiss me. We both knelt on the bed and made out, running our fingers through each other’s hair. He placed his hands behind my thighs, grabbed them and made me fall onto my back before reaching for the lube in the nightstand drawer. "But you know what I love the most about you?" he asked as he poured some on his hand and applied it to my cock. "Not your body," he said as he leaned over and brushed his lips against mine. In a low whisper he said, "You." and placed a gentle kiss on my lips, "Just you, and every little thing you do so perfectly. How you're so natural in everything that you do. I admire that so much about you." He kissed my lips and then locked eyes with me, "And the way you look at me, right now, that look in your eyes, I love it." He shook his head slightly as he told me with emotion in his voice, "I can't be without you. I can't bear the thought of losing you, it scares the shit out of me!" he pressed his lips against mine again before he spoke, "so don't you worry about losing me. You're my soul mate, I'm not going anywhere." I smiled. I knew all that, I felt it every day in the way he looked at me, touched me, kissed me, talked to me, but damn, did it feel good anyway to hear him say it out loud at that moment. I stared lovingly at him as he raised himself up, positioned my cock and lowered himself onto it, my length sliding slowly inside him. "Ughhh yeah, I love that!" he said, taking me down to the base. He started slowly riding me, his eyes closed, a smile on his face. Still I stared at him. One of my hands roamed all over his chest, cupping his pecs, pinching his nipples as he fucked himself on my cock, moaning and my other hand was wrapped around his hard cock, I found myself wanting it inside me but I couldn't have everything at the same time. He placed both of his hands on my shoulders to level himself as he started riding me faster, urging me to fuck him. I did my best to meet his pace, giving him short, quick thrust, making him whimper every time I pushed back in. I was jerking his cock hard as well, wanting him to have maximum pleasure. He lowered himself down to kiss my lips and I grasped his face. We kissed passionately, moaning and I continued sliding the top of my cock in and out of him fast. "Oh yeah baby, it feels so damn good, I love this, yeah, come on, fuck me! I’m all yours!" I speeded up. He raised himself up and started riding me again, hard and fast. He kept slamming his body on my cock and after a few seconds, he groaned but I didn’t want him to cum yet. I raised myself up and grabbed his chest. My cock slipped out of him and I made him fall onto his back. I laid down next to him and hooked a hand under his knee. My hand ran down his thigh. He held his leg up and pressed my cock against his hole, teasing him with the head, and pushing forward a little, while we kissed. "Ah, yeah, you turn me on so bad, baby," I groaned in his mouth and moaned hard when I pulled his hips to meet me, and impaled myself inside him. "Oh yeah," he moaned, "you feel so good, fuck me," I raised his leg higher and penetrated him as deep as I could, quickening my pace and fucking him harder and harder. I rubbed his stomach and pecs a lot as I thrust inside him, sometimes giving his cock a few squeezes to make sure he was still on the verge of cumming. He squeezed his eyes shut and kept his mouth open, letting out small and stifled cries of pleasure. I was all over him, kissing, nibbling, twisting, licking, jerking. After a few minutes, I started to slow down, until I completely stopped, and slid out of him. I looked at his engorged penis and quickly lowered myself down and licked the base, up to the head, sucked on it a little and then I looked up at him. He guided me up, placing his hands on my neck. I supported myself on my arms on each side of him and he lifted his legs up, holding his knees. I kissed the hollow of his throat as I started pushing my cock back into him. His hands slid down my sides and moved down to my ass. He gripped my cheeks and pulled me forward, throwing his head back and arching his back a little as I sank into him. God, that was hot. "Ohh Rob, you're so hot," I moaned as I kissed his neck. He sighed and locked his legs around me, driving me even deeper into him and he ran his fingers up my back. His eyes were closed but as I started slowly moving in and out again, he opened them, and placed his hands firmly on each side of my face as he looked passionately into my eyes. "Mark fuck me hard, I want it hard, fuck that hard cock into me," he ordered. Oh God, hearing him talk like this was too much. I felt a fire light up inside me and I attacked his mouth with my own, my tongue wrestling with his, feeling him respond aggressively as he pressed his hands on the back of my head and kissed me hard. I immediately started fucking him more vigorously and slammed my cock into him, driving him back into the mattress as he clenched around me and lifted his hips to meet my thrusts. "Yeah that's it, just like that, fucking pound my ass," he whimpered as we licked each other's tongues and lips. He pulled me off of his mouth and said again as he looked into my eyes, "Fuck me hard!" "Oh God Rob," I moaned as I attacked his mouth again and thrust hard in and out of him. I grabbed his legs and pulled them up. I placed his feet on my shoulders and leaned forward, almost bending him in half. He slid his hands up and down my arms, feeling my hard biceps and moved his hands to my neck again as I started to hammer into him. "Yes, fuck me, harder, oh god fuck me, yeah," he repeated as he tilted his head back and closed his eyes, enjoying the sensations coming from his hole and the pleasure caused by me fucking his ass. God, he was so hot. He opened his eyes again and pulled my face closer to his and smashed his mouth against mine as I pulled my cock almost completely out of him and thrust forward again, repeating the action more and more forcefully, my balls slamming against his cheeks every time I buried myself into him. "Yes, yes," he whimpered as he roamed one hand all over my chest and felt my muscles tighten under his touch as I fucked him. He grabbed onto my pec and his fingers searched and pinched my nipple, twisting it away from my chest. God, he was gonna make me cum if he kept this up. He looked into me with desire, and I was sure that no one but him would ever look at me with that much intensity. He wrapped his arms around me and dug his fingertips into my back, pulling me into him as much as he could. His ass felt so amazing around my cock, he was tight and he kept contracting his muscles to give me more pleasure, but yet his hole was receiving me easily as I hammered into him, "Oh you like that?" I groaned, "Take it baby, take my cock!" "Yeah, yeah, give it to me," he almost wailed as he pulled me into him again. I fucked him long and hard, jabbing at his prostate, making him grunt and moan loudly, a sheen of sweat soon covering our bodies. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he panted after a while, "oh god, I need to cum," I grasped his hard slick cock and jerked it in time with my thrusts. He let his legs hang in the air and closed his eyes, letting out high-pitched cries as I pumped my cock hard in and out of him to send him over the edge, feeling my own climax approach too. "Yeah, I, I'm cumming," he muttered and gasped as his body shook and he shot several powerful thick burst of cum all over himself, landing on his pecs and abs. I had been holding back to give him as much pleasure as I could, but when he started cumming, I felt my body tense up and just as the remaining jets of cum blasted out of him, he opened his eyes and looked into mine and I asked with passion in my voice, "D'you want me to cum all over you?" He breathed heavily and blurted, "Oh, yeah, do it, show me how bad you want me," he moaned in anticipation, staring up at me with pure lust, a fire burning behind his eyes and I smiled, thinking that we'd sell millions more albums if we put this face on the cover. I let go of his cock and quickly pulled out of him, knowing I was going to cum hard. I felt my balls tightening and gave my cock a couple of strokes but Rob almost immediately grabbed it and pulled on it. I let out a deep moan as soon as I felt his hand on me and began to pump my load, spraying and splattering thick ropes of white fluid all over him, feeling like I would be cumming forever. The first glob of cum landed on his cheek and he stared at my cock as he was being showered in my cum. He continued pumping my cock until his chest was covered with his cum and mine. "God, you're so fucking hot," he said as I tried to come back to reality. I looked into his eyes and smiled before collapsing on the bed next to him, euphoric, in a sweat and exhausted. "Fuck, we should come out more often," he joked and I laughed, remembering the very intense sex we had had after coming out to his mother. He wiped off the cum he had on his cheek onto his finger and placed it on his tongue. I grinned and licked up some of the mess from his chest onto my tongue and leaned over to kiss him. He sucked on my tongue with a devilish grin and our lips met, as we shared our cum in the kiss. I then cleaned his chest and he spooned himself against me. "I'm so in love with you," I whispered as I caressed his hair and arm. "I think that’s the most I’ve ever loved you."
<div id="readability-content"><h1>U-N-I Chapter 8</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> <p><span>The following story is entirely a work of fiction. The characters are not based on any particular celebrity but the story is about fictional characters, who are celebrities in the story. The music used in this story is music by the band Coldplay.</span></p><p><span>Let me know what you think of the story at </span><span><a href="mailto:[email protected]">[email protected]</a></span></p><p><span>and check out my tumblr blog at</span><span><a href="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://u-n-i-live.tumblr.com/&amp;sa=D&amp;ust=1578179206025000">&nbsp;https://u-n-i-live.tumblr.com/</a></span></p><p><span>-----------------</span></p><p><span>I sat back down next to Rob and the journalist came over to us and sat on the sofa on the other side of the coffee table, facing us.</span></p><p><span>"From the look on your faces, I suppose you know I’m not here to interview you," he told us somberly.</span></p><p><span>"So, what are we here for?" Tom snapped nastily.</span></p><p><span>He looked at us with a slight smile on his face and opened the folder he was holding in his hands. He retrieved a large white paper and turned it around, placing it in front of us. Rob and I had one look at it and then we looked at each other, defeated.</span></p><p><span>It was a photograph on which we were kissing, and it was not a friendly kiss.</span></p><p><span>Rob looked down at the picture and looked up at him, "What exactly d'you plan on doing with this?"</span></p><p><span>"Well, nothing yet!" he replied.</span></p><p><span>I looked at the picture again. I had no idea when or where it had been taken. We had been careful. We always made sure we were alone or at least around people we could trust before we kissed or touched each other.</span></p><p><span>It could be pretty frustrating sometimes but I guess it was the price we had to pay to protect ourselves from these people, who despite our discretion, had still managed to corner us.</span></p><p><span>I didn't say anything, just looked at him apprehensively, looked at the picture again, very worried. I knew we were cornered and I had no idea how to react. We weren't really prepared for this. We had decided that we would probably come out soon, yes, but to discuss it and to actually take the plunge were two different things.</span></p><p><span>We were aware that we had to start thinking about it more seriously because there would always be some risk that something like this might happen, or that someone might sell a story but, so far, we hadn't really thought about it that much. We were probably still too innocent to think this would happen. Somehow, we hoped we would just slip through the net. We really thought it was something we would not have to deal with for another few months at least. We didn't know exactly when or how we'd come out but doing it in a paper like ‘The Sun’ was definitely not on our list.</span></p><p><span>"We 've also got the video footage that goes with it." he told us proudly, pointing at the picture,"So, if you don't want anybody to see this tomorrow in the morning paper, we’re gonna need to talk," he said to us with self-assurance.</span></p><p><span>Well, that made Rob react.</span></p><p><span>"Are you seriously threatening to out us tomorrow morning?" he asked the guy resolutely.</span></p><p><span>Rob glared at him and shot him a poisonous look, and with his eyes, he could give a pretty intimidating one. I could tell that the journalist lost his self-assurance for a few seconds when he met Rob's gaze and saw the look in his eyes. I saw him hesitate and he looked at Rob uneasily, worried about what he might do.</span></p><p><span>He immediately broke eye contact and looked at me and Tom but saw the same furious expression in our eyes. He seemed to pull himself together very quickly though, the hesitation in his behavior lasting only a few short seconds and he looked at us with confidence again. He was so fucking satisfied, proud and sure of himself, he knew he had us. I was feeling nothing but hatred for this guy and I started wondering how someone could take this much pleasure in destroying other people's lives just to make money. Not that he was going to completely destroy our lives, I'm sure we weren’t the first ones to be blackmailed by ‘The Sun'.</span></p><p><span>Rob continued staring at him angrily as Tom tried to threaten him,</span></p><p><span>"You know you can’t do that, we’ll have you sued."</span></p><p><span>"You can try," he replied with confidence.</span></p><p><span>I turned to Tom,</span></p><p><span>"Shouldn’t we refuse to talk to them without a lawyer in the room or something?"</span></p><p><span>He looked at me and stood up,</span></p><p><span>"Yeah, we’re leaving!"</span></p><p><span>Rob walked closer to him and looked him straight in the eye as he said with contempt,</span></p><p><span>"You're such a bastard. Look at you! Don't you have any self-respect? How can you do this and still look at yourself in the mirror? I’m sure your parents must be </span><span>really</span><span>&nbsp;proud of their son."</span></p><p><span>The journalist immediately turned his head toward the security guard, who started taking a few steps towards us. Rob took a step back and looked at him, letting him know he didn’t have to move from where he was. He didn’t, but kept an eye on Rob.</span></p><p><span>We walked towards the door.</span></p><p><span>Before we stepped out, Tom turned to him and asked, a bit resigned,</span></p><p><span>"What is it gonna take for you not to publish this in tomorrow’s morning paper?"</span></p><p><span>The reporter was silent for a moment.</span></p><p><span>When he finally spoke, we weren't too crazy about his answer,</span></p><p><span>"You can talk to their label and see what they’re willing to do. Or they can sign an exclusivity agreement with us. We will keep this information to ourselves. They can come out whenever they’re ready to do it and they’ll get to name their own terms. We'll publish an article that will be the truth and nothing but the truth."</span></p><p><span>Rob chuckled and said, emphasizing every word,</span></p><p><span>"That is </span><span>never</span><span>&nbsp;going to happen! Primarily because someone like you and the rag you work for wouldn’t know the truth if it smacked you in the face."</span></p><p><span>And we walked out the door. We didn’t say anything until we were out of the building and in the taxi.</span></p><p><span>"Fuck!" I swore. "This guy is the biggest asshole I've ever met, can you believe that guy? Tom, what should we do?" I asked</span></p><p><span>"Well, I have no idea. I’ve never had to deal with that kind of blackmailing. You obviously don’t wanna sign any agreement with them. So I don’t know. I’m gonna go to BMG right now and see if they can negotiate something with them, buy you some time."</span></p><p><span>He got out of the taxi to take another one and we went back to our place.</span></p><p><span>We remained silent for a moment until I told Rob, in a resigned voice,</span></p><p><span>"Maybe we should just sign their stupid agreement, and then we can just come out whenever we want," I said, but not really meaning it.</span></p><p><span>Rob just looked at me, perplexed,</span></p><p><span>"I cannot believe you just said that. No, we shouldn't! They just wanna make money. They want us to come out. And they want an exclusive interview so that they can make as much money as possible out of it. What kind of people are we if we let them use us and manipulate us like that? It'll betray everything we are. It’d be like saying to people that we’re hiding a dirty little secret and that we’re ashamed of loving each other."</span></p><p><span>"I know, but we’ve always said that we’d come out when we feel ready. And I don’t know if we are."</span></p><p><span>"Hey, I don’t wanna do this right now, I really don’t. I want as much as you do for our relationship to stay private. I don’t like the idea of having to share it with the whole fucking world but we can't let a tabloid out us or god knows what kind of twisted version of the truth they're gonna write, and that's all people will remember. Most people always believe the first thing they read. And god, there's so many people reading this bloody paper every morning, we just can't let them out us, now or later!"</span></p><p><span>"But we’ve always said that our private lives are our own thing and I don’t like that I’m gonna have to talk about it and comment on it and answer people’s questions about what’s supposed to be private."</span></p><p><span>"I know, me neither. I already have paparazzi on my back every day, it’s gonna be even worse if we come out. They’re gonna be after pictures of us together all the time now."</span></p><p><span>I sighed and looked into his eyes, confused and anxious. We didn't say anything for a few seconds. My mind was racing as I tried to find a way out, but there was none.</span></p><p><span>Why did it have to be so complicated to be gay? Why did people have to make such a big deal out of it? No one was going to be on the first page of the Sun to say that they were straight, now were they? Why did somebody's sexuality have to be so damn important to some people? It was really pissing me off that we had to justify ourselves like this. Because this shouldn't even have to be an issue.</span></p><p><span>I sighed dejectedly,</span></p><p><span>"I realize we don't really have a choice! And I know people are starting to suspect that there might be something going on between us already. But I didn't think we'd be forced to do it so soon. I don’t mind them knowing about us but I don’t wanna talk about it in the media."</span></p><p><span>"We don’t have to share our relationship with the whole world, you know. ‘We can simply refuse to talk about it in the media or to do interviews where they expect to ask us questions about our personal life. Right now, it is just about telling people that we’re gay and together. It doesn’t have to be more than that, we don’t have to say more than that."</span></p><p><span>He took my hand in his and I rested it on his thigh as he caressed it, softly brushing his thumb over my knuckles until we arrived at our place. We went straight to Jordan’s place, where he, Dylan and Damon were waiting for us.</span></p><p><span>We had started explaining the situation to them on the phone but we told them everything that had happened.</span></p><p><span>"What you gonna do?" Dylan asked.</span></p><p><span>"Come out, I guess." I said decisively.</span></p><p><span>"Are you ready to do that? It’s not really a good time."</span></p><p><span>Jordan said,</span></p><p><span>"Why not? Maybe it's the perfect time. It'll give us more freedom to write a fucking awesome album."</span></p><p><span>"That people might decide not to buy!" Dylan added looking at Jordan.</span></p><p><span>Jordan frowned,</span></p><p><span>"Dylan, we've got plenty of gay fans."</span></p><p><span>"And we've got plenty of straight fans as well." he added.</span></p><p><span>"Well if some are stupid enough to do that, then fuck ‘em!" Jordan exclaimed.</span></p><p><span>"We're about to become huge," Dylan said in a decisive tone, "this could compromise everything, especially in the States. It might completely change the image people have of the band. Our fans will be okay with it, but we still have a long way to go, and most people will stop at the gay thing without even giving us a chance."</span></p><p><span>"Are you that desperate to break in the States?" Jordan asked, confronting him, ‘Cause I’m not! Remember what Bono told us, ‘be real, wear your heart on your sleeve,’ well, let’s just do that. If people like it, great, if they don’t, who the hell cares!"</span></p><p><span>As I listened to him, I knew he was right. But we had talked about this already, we all wanted the band to have a major influence on the music scene in the long run. We still wanted to be around in twenty years, and we were a bit worried that coming out would jeopardize this, because we didn't want to be categorized, to touch only a minority. We wanted U-N-I to touch everyone, we didn’t want it to be limited. We didn't want our homosexuality to be everything about us. It was part of the band's identity, but it was only a small part, not everything that we were. I was worried that people would want to pigeonhole us.</span></p><p><span>Rob passed his hands over his face and turned around. He walked away, toward a corner of the room, knowing that what both of them were saying made sense. He rested his forehead against the wall and I just stood still next to Jordan, wondering what the hell we were going to do.</span></p><p><span>We all grew silent, thinking. There was a definite tension in the air and the atmosphere in the room was heavy and electric.</span></p><p><span>Jordan walked over to Rob. He made him turn around and placed his hands on each side of his face. He whispered something to him before hugging him against him and talking in his ear to calm him down. Rob buried his face in the crook of Jordan's neck and hugged him too as Jordan comforted him and rubbed his hand up and down his back. After a few seconds, Damon joined them and rubbed the back of Rob's neck, talking to him soothingly too. I don't think Rob really knew what to do with himself, he was about to lose it. I was glad they were there for him because I was pretty much in the same state as he was. He needed his friends, I was just as worried and confused as he was.</span></p><p><span>I think we were really starting to realize what it all meant, especially for Rob. Because the thing was that, even though he and I were in the same boat, we both knew that he would be the one who would have to deal with this the most. Journalists would once again focus their attention on him and he would be the one to be really labeled as gay, he'd be the one to carry this on his shoulders. I'd just be the boyfriend.</span></p><p><span>At first, that's probably what most people who didn't know much about us would think, because so far, when people heard U-N-I, they heard 'Robbie'! Apart from our fans, people would probably just think of me as 'this guy from the band that Robbie dates'. I knew Rob was afraid of losing people's respect. He needed to know that people liked him, respected him for who he was and he was taking the risk of losing that respect.</span></p><p><span>"I’m sorry Rob," Dylan told him. "I don’t mean to make you worry more than you already do. I don’t care whether you guys come out now or later, but we should really think this through before you make a decision."</span></p><p><span>We all looked at each other, realizing the seriousness of the situation, knowing this could have a tremendous impact on our future and that it would probably change a lot of things as far as the band was concerned. I walked over to Rob. Jordan and Damon kind of left me alone with him and went over to where Dylan was standing, near the couch. I took Rob's hand in mine and kissed his cheek. He rested his head on my shoulder and I put my other hand in his hair.</span></p><p><span>"God guys," Damon started saying, "maybe Dylan's right, it's a pretty big risk to take, I mean, we still have a lot to prove and maybe we should prove it before you come out."</span></p><p><span>"Or maybe it's not," Dylan sighed, "What do I know?" &nbsp;</span></p><p><span>I was a bit surprised that he would change his mind so fast. He was usually the one who was the most worried about the consequences that coming out would have on the band.</span></p><p><span>"Most people suspect anyway," he said, talking to Rob, "and I know you'd love to be able to sing the songs, knowing people know what some of the lyrics mean to you. Maybe the next tour could be the best tour ever because the fans will understand the lyrics and feel like they really know you."</span></p><p><span>"Hey, make up your mind! What if you were right before?" Damon said, "What if they decide they don't wanna listen to a band with a gay singer and that they won't buy our album or won't come to our gigs."</span></p><p><span>"Some probably will," Jordan said, "but damn, would you stop! We've talked about this before, if they decide to turn their backs on us, then they're not worth it. But come on, guys, our fans are pretty open-minded, I'm pretty sure everything'll work out fine."</span></p><p><span>"We'll be doing a great service to the gay community here," Rob said, "I'm sure it could help a lot of gay guys feel better about themselves and who they are."</span></p><p><span>I knew he had to be right about that. Sure, there were more and more celebrities coming out but I had this feeling that us coming out could do a lot in terms of changing some people's perceptions, because at the end of the day, we were just your average gay guys who you would think are straight if you saw them walking down the street. We were just normal metrosexual guys from an ordinary middle-class, not to mention catholic, background, who just happened to like men.</span></p><p><span>"We're gonna lose fans anyway," Jordan said, "and some people will probably decide not to buy the next album just because you're gay, but at the same time, we're gonna gain a lot of fans too, cool and open-minded ones," he said with a smile.</span></p><p><span>"Rob," he added, "you've already taken the decision a while ago. Sure, it was easy to say that you'd come out someday when you didn't actually have to do it but right now you're just scared, but the decision, you've already taken it."</span></p><p><span>I looked at Rob and smiled at him,</span></p><p><span>"It could be kinda cool to record a new album, feeling totally free to say what we wanna say, and to go on tour, knowing that our fans know."</span></p><p><span>"Yeah, you actually sing about being gay, it's just part of the band’s identity" Jordan told him, "and I think it's about time you tell people the truth. And it's not like you need to stay in the closet. I know you wanna make sure we're famous enough for this not be an issue but I think we </span><span>are</span><span>&nbsp;famous enough!! Aren’t you tired of hiding this?"</span></p><p><span>"Sure," Rob said in a low voice, "I wanna be honest about this, and I know I have to be honest about this but... it's hard."</span></p><p><span>"Guys," Jordan continued, "they have you with your backs to the wall here, and I'm afraid that if you back out and decide to wait, you might take an even bigger risk. Now that they know, they could just out you whenever they want. Even if they say that they won’t, these people, they are unscrupulous. And if it's not 'The Sun', it might be another paper. Too many people are asking questions. If you do it now, you won't have to worry about this anymore."</span></p><p><span>"I know," Rob said, "I guess I'm just worried of losing still a little bit more of my privacy."</span></p><p><span>"We'll finally have the freedom to be ourselves though," I told him. "We won't have to hide anymore. It'd really take a huge weight off of our shoulders."</span></p><p><span>"Yeah," Jordan said, "you just need a little push. Maybe this is actually a good thing."</span></p><p><span>"Yes," Damon said, "you might never have the balls to actually do it if no one ever gives you a good kick in the ass," he said with a laugh.</span></p><p><span>"So, you gonna do this?" Dylan asked after a few seconds of silence.</span></p><p><span>"I guess," Rob said, almost in a whisper staring into space, "Let's just wait for Tom to give us some news."</span></p><p><span>We all sat down on the couches and grew silent, trying to weigh the pros and the cons in our minds.</span></p><p><span>"I have this picture of us on my phone," Rob told me, breaking the heavy silence, he stopped talking and looked down, lost in his own thoughts.</span></p><p><span>"Ok…" I said, not sure why he was telling me this.</span></p><p><span>"You know, it’s one of those pics of us you were always taking with your camera during the tour," he said to Jordan. "When we weren’t watching… in case you’d need something compromising to use against us or something."</span></p><p><span>They both laughed.</span></p><p><span>"I love it," he said softly.</span></p><p><span>"Ok…. " I repeated, "where are you going with this?" I asked him.</span></p><p><span>He took out his phone and searched for the photo. Then he handed me the phone. Jordan stood up and looked at it over my shoulder.</span></p><p><span>"Oh yeah I remember. I’m a bloody good photographer."</span></p><p><span>"I thought that if we ever were to come out on social media, I would do it with this picture,’ he explained.</span></p><p><span>"Just post it on Instagram, with some kind of comment below, then wait and see what happens."</span></p><p><span>I just watched him and said,</span></p><p><span>"You were thinking about doing that?"</span></p><p><span>"Yeah, but I never thought I’d really have to do it. But right now, it seems like the right move! I’m not sure I’ll have the balls to go through with it though," he sighed.</span></p><p><span>I had to admit, it seemed like a good move. It was a black and white picture that spoke for itself. It was lovely. We were sitting on a sofa, kind of cuddling, he had his arm over my shoulders, his lips pressed on the side of my forehead, his eyes staring into space. I had my eyes closed, a slight smile on my lips and I was holding his hand, fingers intertwined.</span></p><p><span>Jordan took the phone from my hands.</span></p><p><span>"What are you doing?" I asked him, my panic instantly rising. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></p><p><span>"Just editing the picture a bit." he sat back down and started tapping the phone screen.</span></p><p><span>After a couple of minutes, he turned to Rob,</span></p><p><span>"What comment would you have written?"</span></p><p><span>"I dunno," he shrugged.</span></p><p><span>Jordan smirked,</span></p><p><span>"Sure you do, come on, what do you have in mind?"</span></p><p><span>Rob smiled lightly, and then looked at me, he hesitated and finally said,</span></p><p><span>"The lyrics to ‘</span><span>Ink</span><span>’ I think."</span></p><p><span>I smiled. This was a sexy love song I had written after getting a tattoo on my hip, that I really didn’t want to release. But they had all insisted, so we had just decided to release it as a B-side, and I had hoped that people would not pay too much attention to it. Unfortunately, our fans did notice it and we had had a lot of requests for it during the tour. We had also noticed that it was one of the fans’ favourites on our message board.</span></p><p><span>"People don’t really know that song," Damon commented.</span></p><p><span>"Our fans do!" Rob replied.</span></p><p><span>"Ok, exactly which line?" Jordan asked.</span></p><p><span>"Just the chorus, ‘</span><span>All I know, is that I love you so, so much that it hurts</span><span>!’"</span></p><p><span>Jordan smiled and tapped the screen again, typing those exact lyrics.</span></p><p><span>"Hashtag ‘</span><span>fuck the Sun’</span><span>&nbsp;" he said as he typed.</span></p><p><span>We all chuckled and he looked at us, raising his eyebrows in a question,</span></p><p><span>"</span><span>Ink</span><span>?" he asked, "so they’ll know what song it’s from".</span></p><p><span>We agreed.</span></p><p><span>"</span><span>Together thru life</span><span>," I added, which was the tattoo I had on my hip and mentioned in the song.</span></p><p><span>"</span><span>Coming out</span><span>?" Damon added, and we nodded.</span></p><p><span>"Anything else?" Jordan asked. "</span><span>Gay</span><span>&nbsp;? … no ?"</span></p><p><span>"There," he said and handed Rob his phone back. "All that’s left to do is to press ‘Share’"</span></p><p><span>He looked at it for quite a long time and placed his thumb above the top of the screen. After a few seconds, he sighed heavily, letting the phone fall on his lap.</span></p><p><span>"Fuck, I can’t do this."</span></p><p><span>"Come on man!!" Jordan insisted, "do it!"</span></p><p><span>"Christ! This is so nerve-racking!" he sighed again, burying his face in his hands.</span></p><p><span>"Do it! You know you want to!" Jordan insisted again.</span></p><p><span>He looked at me intensely and tried to see if there were any doubts in my eyes, but at that instant, I don’t think he was able to see any, because I just knew that whatever would happen, it was something we just had to do.</span></p><p><span>"Just do it!" I said as well, trying to convince him.</span></p><p><span>"Are you sure?" he asked me, not breaking eye-contact.</span></p><p><span>"Yeah, it’s so much better than being outed by a tabloid."</span></p><p><span>"Yeah, we can’t let ‘The Sun’ win!" Damon insisted as well.</span></p><p><span>He took the phone again and looked at the screen, but still, he didn’t do anything.</span></p><p><span>"Oh, come on!!!" Jordan said in frustration and grabbed the phone from his hand.</span></p><p><span>"Well, If you don’t have the balls to do this, I do!"</span></p><p><span>Rob looked at him and pleaded,</span></p><p><span>"Wait, don’t!"</span></p><p><span>"Why not?" Jordan asked decisively. "Give me one good reason!" he added.</span></p><p><span>Rob hesitated and said, unconvinced,</span></p><p><span>"Because of the band!"</span></p><p><span>"That’s not a good reason!" Jordan replied, shaking his head.</span></p><p><span>"Does that sound like a good reason to you?" he asked Damon and Dylan who shook their heads no.</span></p><p><span>He then looked at me, placed his thumb above the screen and asked, "Mark?"</span></p><p><span>I nodded,</span></p><p><span>"Just do it!" I answered in a whisper, tired of all this tension and uncertainty.</span></p><p><span>He looked briefly at Rob again, saw the same doubt and ambivalence &nbsp;and handed me the phone.</span></p><p><span>"You do it!"</span></p><p><span>I took the phone and didn’t think twice, I just pressed ‘share’</span></p><p><span>"Oh fuck, Mark," Rob sighed, sinking into the couch, his face in his hands.</span></p><p><span>"And you’re OUT!" Jordan smiled. "Way to go Mark, I didn’t think you’d be the one to do it!"</span></p><p><span>"Me neither," I told him as I threw the phone on Rob’s lap and took out mine out from my jeans pocket. Jordan did the same, followed by Damon and Dylan.</span></p><p><span>"I can’t believe you did it, this was a bad idea!" Rob complained.</span></p><p><span>"Too late, at least he didn’t chicken out!" Jordan teased him.</span></p><p><span>"It was a great idea!" Damon, said, trying to comfort him in our decision.</span></p><p><span>We all stopped talking, it seemed as if time had stopped. We all checked Instagram and after a couple minutes, Jordan said,</span></p><p><span>"Oh my god guys, comments are pouring in!"</span></p><p><span>They definitely were. I had a hard time keeping up with them.</span></p><p><span>Rob sat straight up. "Seriously, already?"</span></p><p><span>"Rob, we’ve got 12 million followers on Instagram, there’s bound to be a few of them connected," he joked.</span></p><p><span>"Fuck off, you smart-ass!" he snapped at him.</span></p><p><span>"Hey, don’t be like that!" he told him nicely.</span></p><p><span>I started laughing as I remembered what Rob had said during our radio interview in the morning.</span></p><p><span>"What can possibly be funny right now?" he asked me, a bit aggravated, he was so ill-tempered and irritable.</span></p><p><span>"What you said this morning about </span><span>'A message'</span><span>… 'Maybe </span><span>someday</span><span>, we'll tell you!" I chuckled and added, "Maybe </span><span>today</span><span>, we'll tell you!" I said, insisting on the words.</span></p><p><span>"Oh shit!" he swore. "How was I supposed to know!"</span></p><p><span>I laughed as he finally looked at his phone again and read the comments as well. We all did, some silently and others out loud. There was a bit of everything, but all were very supportive, since the first ones were from our fans, although there were a few haters of course. Mostly, people were saying the same things, there were a lot of ‘</span><span>what the fuck’, ‘are they gay?' ‘no way’ ‘Can’t believe it, ‘I knew it’,‘congratulations’ ‘I love you’ ‘I hate you’ </span><span>and so on,</span></p><p><span>‘Awesome! They make the most perfect couple. I love U-N-I, so much that it hurts!’</span></p><p><span>‘Love is Love! I don’t give a shit, they’re amazing, I love their music, the best group in my life’</span></p><p><span>‘This shouldn’t be an issue, they’re still the same guys! They’re so talented, still a fan’</span></p><p><span>‘Not shocked that you came out. Just sad we live in a society where you have to come out and not be who you are’</span></p><p><span>‘They act really straight for gay dudes, is this real? that’s cool though, they’re an awesome band’</span></p><p><span>‘I must be really dumb because I did not suspect this at all, but I don’t care, this band is PERFECTION!’</span></p><p><span>‘Congratulations on coming out, welcome to the club’</span></p><p><span>‘The Sun must have put pressure on them, those evil bastards’</span></p><p><span>‘Looks like the Sun almost had a field day’</span></p><p><span>‘Those who post hate comments should be ashamed of themselves. People love who they love, get over yourselves!’</span></p><p><span>‘This is the most beautiful picture, can’t stop looking at it ! so you are more than friends, you make a lovely couple ! You make the world a brighter place !’</span></p><p><span>‘I love this picture so much, you’re gorgeous, good on you for coming out to the world, takes balls’</span></p><p><span>‘I don’t give a fuck whether you are gay or not. People like you deserve to be happy and I hope that you are’</span></p><p><span>‘Robbie’s so amazing, forever in love with him ! Mark’s one lucky boy. Such a shame for us girls though’</span></p><p><span>‘Speaking of tattoo, I have ‘Look at the stars’ tattooed on my arm, that’s how much I love you’</span></p><p><span>‘Some of their lyrics make so much sense to me now, oh my God, this is insane !’</span></p><p><span>‘Takes a lot of courage to bring it all out in the open, I’m so supportive of them’</span></p><p><span>‘Doesn’t make any difference as long as you’re happy, that should be the main thing’</span></p><p><span>‘Myemers is real, I’m so thrilled, I can’t stop jumping up and down’</span></p><p><span>‘Holly shit, myemers was actually not only happening in our twisted minds, I love it’</span></p><p><span>‘My heroes, absolutely gorgeous, of course they’re together, beauty attracts beauty and beautiful souls attract other beautiful souls’</span></p><p><span>‘being gay myself, that just gives me goosebumps, goosebumps, goosebumps, it’s an inexplicable feeling, I love this band, these guys are beautiful and true artists’</span></p><p><span>‘Ink is such an underrated song ! why is it only a b-side, the best love song after ‘Yellow’. It’s my favorite and most beautiful song written by U-N-I, or is it just written by Mark? probably. And gosh, the chemistry happening between them on the picture, it’s so beautiful, it’s just like the emotions in the song’</span></p><p><span>‘Just wanted a way of keeping you inside’, ah, I’m in shock, such a great song, good for them’</span></p><p><span>‘Stunning song, ‘I see your road begin to climb, I see your stars begin to shine, I see your colours and I’m dying of thirst’, this is Mark proclaiming his love to Robbie, I get it now, omg, I’m so proud of them’</span></p><p><span>‘I wonder if they really have a tattoo that says together thru life then ? I bet Mark does, cause I’m sure he’s the one behind such an amazing song’</span></p><p><span>‘INK is one of my favourite song, it’s so mesmerizing, I love it even more now that I know it’s about their relationship! I find this beautiful. So much evil in this world, listen to this and change your ways’</span></p><p><span>‘I’m shocked, I never would have guessed ! Mark’s awesome, I met him after a gig in France and chatted with him in French, he has like no accent whatsoever, I was like WTF ?!’</span></p><p><span>‘I kinda of suspected Rob was gay but I would have never guessed in a million years that he was dating mark’</span></p><p><span>‘This is going to lead to a lot of teasing tomorrow, but I’ll support you ! you know what, ‘Yellow is the only song I can truthfully say will almost make me cry, and I’m a straight guy, and I love everything you do !’</span></p><p><span>‘So proud of their honesty, their next album is going to be fantastic I’m sure’</span></p><p><span>‘Can’t wait for the next album and the next tour, they are great together, they make U-N-I the amazing band that it is’</span></p><p><span>‘Rob has often implied in interviews that he was gay, so the news is not a real shocker to me. He should have said it sooner, nothing to be ashamed of, they make such a lovely couple, they are U-N-I’</span></p><p><span>‘It was pretty obvious if you want my opinion, straight guys don’t look at each other like that, all the smiles and amazing chemistry between them, what is it gonna be like now, can’t wait for the kiss ! #myemers</span></p><p><span>‘I thought they were only best friends, but like many, I did notice the special bond on stage, hope all of their fans are open-minded enough’</span></p><p><span>‘I’m a bit gutted but I still love their music, that’s what’s important, U-N-I is awesome, so many of their songs gets me, listening to them gives me the best feeling ever!’</span></p><p><span>‘I’m stunned, kind of weird for me to be fans of gay guys but I will totally support them’</span></p><p><span>‘Anyone else is thinking of Clocks when Robbie sings ‘Am I part of the cure, or am I part of the disease’ you’re definitely part of the cure Robbie, definitely !’</span></p><p><span>‘Guys, your fans are a great bunch. I met all kind of people at your concerts, m/f, straight/gay, all races and ages, and all share a common bond. We love you’</span></p><p><span>And so on and so on…</span></p><p><span>"Oh, this one’s nice," Damon said and read it aloud,</span></p><p><span>‘</span><span>‘It must be a weight off their shoulders at last. I'm am so proud of how brave they have been to make the big step to come out. I love U-N-I ! Nothing fake about them, they are sweet, lovely, charming, funny, modest and talented, I absolutely LOVE these guys’</span></p><p><span>He smiled, "can only make you feel good about yourself! I love our fans!"</span></p><p><span>I smiled and after a moment, Rob read one</span><span>&nbsp;</span><span>with emotion in his voice "gee, that’s deep, have you seen that one?</span><span>&nbsp;‘I think you might have just saved my life, thank you so much for coming out’"</span></p><p><span>"See!" Jordan told him, "you saved a life, if that doesn’t make it worth it, I don’t know what does ! What about that one,</span><span>&nbsp;‘Ah guys, being gay myself, this brought a smile to my face, thanks for being honest! You're gonna become the next gay icons! Our generation needs some!"</span></p><p><span>We kept reading. Jordan chuckled,</span></p><p><span>"F</span><span>uck them, this is sick</span><span>!" he groaned and made a fist, "I wish I could answer!"</span></p><p><span>Dylan started laughing and I asked him what he was reading.</span></p><p><span>"</span><span>I wonder who’s top and who’s bottom!" </span><span>he laughed again, reading the comment out loud and shaking his head.</span></p><p><span>We all chuckled and Damon turned to me. "Yeah, who’s top and who’s bottom?" he said in an inquisitive tone.</span></p><p><span>I frowned as I looked at him. "Seriously? You’re asking me this?" I asked him with a laugh, raising my eyebrows. He laughed and shrugged.</span></p><p><span>"They’re versatile," Jordan answered simply, not taking his eyes off his phone screen.</span></p><p><span>Damon looked at him with curiosity, "How do </span><span>you</span><span>&nbsp;know that?"</span></p><p><span>"Hey, I’m his best friend, he tells me stuff."</span></p><p><span>Rob let out a small laugh and added, "You’re not his best friend, I am."</span></p><p><span>"No, you’re not. You’re the </span><span>boyfriend</span><span>&nbsp;now. He comes to me when he wants to talk about you."</span></p><p><span>"Do you?" he turned to me with a frown.</span></p><p><span>"Oh come on!" I laughed, throwing my head back, "shut the fuck up, Jordan!"</span></p><p><span>We continued reading and just hung out together. We called Tom to tell him not to bother. He couldn’t believe that we had done it.</span></p><p><span>Rachel texted me, ‘where r u guys?’ and I texted her back. A few minutes later, we all turned our heads to the front door when it flung open.</span></p><p><span>She came in with a friend of hers and just watched us for a couple of seconds,</span></p><p><span>"You guys came out on Instagram?" she screamed, stunned.</span></p><p><span>Jordan laughed and exclaimed. "They did!"</span></p><p><span>"Really? Oh, thank God!" she said, putting her hand on her chest, sounding relieved. "I thought someone might have hacked into your account or something! Why did you do this? What happened?"</span></p><p><span>Jordan briefly explained the situation to her.</span></p><p><span>"Oh my god! This is huge, I can’t believe you did this! Everyone at my college is talking about it, I even heard people talking about it on the tube on the way here."</span></p><p><span>"This is all Jordan’s fault, he made us do it," Rob grumbled.</span></p><p><span>"Why am I not surprised?" She laughed.</span></p><p><span>"Somebody had to!" he smirked.</span></p><p><span>"You ok?" she asked me, sitting down next to me and rubbing my shoulders.</span></p><p><span>"Yeah, It had to happen someday."</span></p><p><span>Rob looked at her friend and asked, "So how are people reacting? What d'you think?"</span></p><p><span>"Well, I was very surprised, like really gobsmacked, everyone was… but no one was insulting you or anything," she replied in a reassuring tone.</span></p><p><span>"Yeah, but…" Rachel added and hissed, "We are in Camberwell College of Arts, where most of the guys are gay!"</span></p><p><span>Her friend laughed. "Yeah, sure. They may be a bit more open-minded than other people about this. Congratulations by the way, I still can’t believe you never told me!" she complained to Rachel.</span></p><p><span>"Hey, I can keep a secret!" she answered, proud of herself, "You know, something else I never told you," she said to her in a low voice, her hand close to her mouth. "I used to date him!"</span></p><p><span>She told her, pointing discreetly at me with a smile on her face.</span></p><p><span>Her friend looked at her in surprise.</span></p><p><span>"Yeah, he dumped me for him."</span></p><p><span>"Ouch, that hurts!" she exclaimed.</span></p><p><span>"Yeah, it did!" she confirmed.</span></p><p><span>"Aw come on, you know you’re still my number one girl," I said pulling her closer to me for a kiss on the cheek, and hoping to put an end to the topic.</span></p><p><span>She shook her head in disbelief, "I can’t believe you did this. Aren’t you freaking out?"</span></p><p><span>"No, not anymore, we’ve been reading loads of positive comments, I’m not too worried."</span></p><p><span>"Well," Rob said as he stood up, "I’m gonna call my mother, I don’t want her to find out about this before I tell her. I hope she doesn’t know yet."</span></p><p><span>"She would have called you already." I told him.</span></p><p><span>She obviously knew about our relationship. We had told her before leaving for London to promote our first album, or to be more precise, she had made us tell. She sat us down one evening after dinner and asked us, 'What is happening between the two of you?'</span></p><p><span>We didn't know how to respond so she said, talking to Rob,</span></p><p><span>'You're different since you've started this band. Mark’s always here now, and whenever he’s not around, you’re not the same, as if you’re a little lost. You seem to be closer than ever, it’s like there’s a stronger bond between the two of you. But I'm starting to think that it's a lot more than a simple friendship.'</span></p><p><span>And then we knew that she knew. We looked away and she asked,</span></p><p><span>'Are you lovers?'</span></p><p><span>At that moment I honestly wasn’t sure if Rob was ready to tell her. But I could not lie to that woman. She had saved my life. I honestly believed that. When she swept a scared child into her arms and laid him in bed beside her own son, she saved me. And she had hundreds of times. Every single night when I needed it, her door was opened to me. There were no questions. There was love, affection, care and concern. There was breakfast. There were clean clothes. And always, there was refuge beside her son. I could not lie to her. So I just told her the truth, and her reaction surprised us. She was very accepting. She told us that she had suspected for a while and that the good thing about it was that she had had time to sort out her feelings. She told us it could be hard to find love and that if Rob and I had it, then she was happy for us. She was worried of course, but very understanding.</span></p><p><span>My parents, however, still didn’t know, simply because I hadn’t talked to them in four years, and their opinions honestly didn’t matter to me. I just knew it would only give them another reason not to love me.</span></p><p><span>After spending another hour at Jordan’s, I went back to my place to see how Rob was doing.</span></p><p><span>I found him in our bedroom, lying on his back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.</span></p><p><span>"You ok?" I asked as I got onto the bed and sat next to him.</span></p><p><span>"Fine," he answered, in a tired voice.</span></p><p><span>"Did you call your mum?"</span></p><p><span>"Yeah, she’s coming, she’ll be here tomorrow morning, she’s gonna catch an early flight."</span></p><p><span>I smiled,</span></p><p><span>"That doesn’t surprise me."</span></p><p><span>"Maybe you should call Amy, find out if your parents know?" Amy was my sister and she was the only one I was still in touch with.</span></p><p><span>"If they do, I know how they’re gonna react. I don’t care."</span></p><p><span>I laid close to him on my back as well, and rested my head on his chest, feeling drained of energy all of a sudden. His presence was soothing me. He didn’t wrap his arm around me like he normally would, and I wondered why.</span></p><p><span>"Are you mad at me for outing us?" I asked him, a bit worried thay he might be.</span></p><p><span>He sighed,</span></p><p><span>"No, I’m just tired… and worried … and relieved… seriously, I just don’t know how I feel."</span></p><p><span>"The comments are pretty amazing," I said, trying to reassure him.</span></p><p><span>"Yeah I know, I was expecting a lot more negative ones."</span></p><p><span>"Everything’s gonna be fine."</span></p><p><span>"Yeah," he sighed.</span></p><p><span>"Why were you so unsure?" I asked hesitantly.</span></p><p><span>"Afraid of people’s rejection I guess," he said in a whisper.</span></p><p><span>I shook my head and told him,</span></p><p><span>"No-one has ever rejected you for this. I didn’t, your friends didn’t, your family didn’t. And your fans won’t either. They might even love you more…."</span></p><p><span>"Yeah, they’re gonna love you even more." I added with a sigh.</span></p><p><span>"Sounds like that worries you."</span></p><p><span>"It does."</span></p><p><span>"Why?" he asked with concern.</span></p><p><span>I shrugged. "Is it really stupid that I’m a little scared of losing you?" I asked him sincerely, because that was how I was feeling at that instant.</span></p><p><span>He hesitated,</span></p><p><span>"Yeah…. why would you be?" I could tell he hadn't expected me to say this.</span></p><p><span>I sighed,</span></p><p><span>"You’re Robbie Myers."</span></p><p><span>He let out a small laugh,</span></p><p><span>"Not with you I’m not."</span></p><p><span>"They all love you so much! You’re gonna get even more attention now, and not just from girls anymore."</span></p><p><span>"So will you."</span></p><p><span>I smiled and sighed,</span></p><p><span>"Yeah, we’re gonna meet a lot of guys who'll want more than just an autograph."</span></p><p><span>He rolled onto his stomach and laid next to me. His hand caressed my cheek and he placed a kiss on my lips.</span></p><p><span>"Well, they’ll know I’m taken, I’ll make sure they know that. I get to show you off now," he joked.</span></p><p><span>I didn’t say anything and he just looked into my eyes, his face got serious and he asked me,</span></p><p><span>"What is it? Are you worried that we might cheat on each other?"</span></p><p><span>"No… I dunno, maybe. I guess I’m worried that we won’t be able to control everything, this might get a bit complicated."</span></p><p><span>"They can throw themselves at me all they want, you’re the only one."</span></p><p><span>A smile swept over my face,</span></p><p><span>"Ok, so I’m a little too horny sometimes, but it’s just… ‘cause, having a threesome together is fun, but I would not, I would never cheat on you, you know that, right?" he asked.</span></p><p><span>"I know, of course I know that, neither will I. I just don’t wanna share you any more than I already have to."</span></p><p><span>"Babe, I’d never do anything to hurt you," he told me sincerely.</span></p><p><span>I placed my hand on the nape of his neck and caressed it. He placed his hand on my forehead and rubbed it a little as we stared into each other’s eyes.</span></p><p><span>"Hey, you’re the only one who can have me."</span></p><p><span>I smiled.</span></p><p><span>"You’re the only one, don’t ever doubt that, you’re the only one." he repeated in a whisper before kissing me.</span></p><p><span>"I love you." I simply told him.</span></p><p><span>"I love you more. Without you, all of this wouldn’t even be worth it. We’re in this together, I couldn’t handle all that pressure, I’d be a mess without you. I need you, I need you every step of the way. Together through life, right?"</span></p><p><span>"Right," I smiled.</span></p><p><span>My hand slid up into his hair and I pulled him close for a kiss.</span></p><p><span>He nuzzled his face in the crook of my neck and whispered,</span></p><p><span>"You smell so good!"</span></p><p><span>"Do I?"</span></p><p><span>"You always smell good to me."</span></p><p><span>I knew what he meant, I loved his scent too. It was exciting me, soothing me, making me feel good.</span></p><p><span>He raised his head to look at me and smiled,</span></p><p><span>"I kind of see what you mean though, I do wish I could keep you all to myself."</span></p><p><span>I let out a laugh,</span></p><p><span>"See!"</span></p><p><span>"My perfect man," he said, kissing me tenderly again.</span></p><p><span>"I’m not perfect."</span></p><p><span>"Yes you are."</span></p><p><span>He gazed at me and added, "You still don’t believe that, do you?"</span></p><p><span>I smiled self-consciously.</span></p><p><span>"That’s ok. That just makes you more attractive."</span></p><p><span>He gave me a loving kiss as he raised himself up and straddled me. "You </span><span>are</span><span>&nbsp;perfect. I love how sweet and modest you are. You look like a model and you could totally show off your body, but no!"</span></p><p><span>I let out a small laugh and he continued,</span></p><p><span>"Your skin, your eyes… your lips, you have the sexiest smile, you just have the most perfect features. Do you know how many times I popped a bone just looking at you?"</span></p><p><span>I shrugged,</span></p><p><span>"If that’s as many times as I did looking at you, yeah I know."</span></p><p><span>He giggled and pulled up my shirt. He kissed and licked my nipple and caressed my abs,</span></p><p><span>"Gorgeous, just gorgeous."</span></p><p><span>His hand travelled to my waist and he slid his body down as he pulled my pants off. Then, he pulled my underwear down a little to reveal my tattoo and rubbed his thumb over it before pressing his lips against it. He removed my underwear, planted a kiss on the sole of my foot and kissed his way up my leg.</span></p><p><span>I watched him but closed my eyes when I felt his breath on my cock, waiting for him to swallow me but he just gave it a few gentle strokes. He licked my balls and I shivered with anticipation.</span></p><p><span>"And you have a gorgeous cock. I love sucking on it, I love having it down my throat, I love feeling it deep inside me, I love tasting your cum."</span></p><p><span>The sound of his voice as he said those words made me groan with desire. He was kissing around my erection, touching me so gently, I was hard as a rock. I so wanted him to plunge my cock down his throat and make me cum but apparently, he had other plans, so I just tried to keep my orgasm in check,</span></p><p><span>"Fuck Rob, just suck me off!" I begged nonetheless, even though I was pretty sure he was not going to.</span></p><p><span>He laughed as he slid his body back up and I propped myself on my elbows to kiss him.</span></p><p><span>He broke away from me and took all of his clothes off, never breaking eye contact with me.</span></p><p><span>We were both working out often and eating well, which gave better muscle definition to our bodies and I just stared at his toned chest and his defined muscles as they came into view. He knelt on the bed in front of me and I regained my senses.</span></p><p><span>Before he had time to do anything else, I reached for his cock and held him in my mouth. It was already oozing with precum, so I wiped it off onto my finger and licked it with my tongue.</span></p><p><span>"Ohh god," he sighed.</span></p><p><span>As I started bobbing my head up and down his shaft, he grabbed my face and pulled me up to kiss me.</span></p><p><span>We both knelt on the bed and made out, running our fingers through each other’s hair. He placed his hands behind my thighs, grabbed them and made me fall onto my back before reaching for the lube in the nightstand drawer.</span></p><p><span>"But you know what I love the most about you?" he asked as he poured some on his hand and applied it to my cock.</span></p><p><span>"Not your body," he said as he leaned over and brushed his lips against mine.</span></p><p><span>In a low whisper he said,</span></p><p><span>"You." and placed a gentle kiss on my lips, "Just you, and every little thing you do so perfectly. How you're so natural in everything that you do. I admire that so much about you."</span></p><p><span>He kissed my lips and then locked eyes with me,</span></p><p><span>"And the way you look at me, right now, that look in your eyes, I love it."</span></p><p><span>He shook his head slightly as he told me with emotion in his voice,</span></p><p><span>"I can't be without you. I can't bear the thought of losing you, it scares the shit out of me!" he pressed his lips against mine again before he spoke, "so don't you worry about losing me. You're my soul mate, I'm not going anywhere."</span></p><p><span>I smiled. I knew all that, I felt it every day in the way he looked at me, touched me, kissed me, talked to me, but damn, did it feel good anyway to hear him say it out loud at that moment. I stared lovingly at him as he raised himself up, positioned my cock and lowered himself onto it, my length sliding slowly inside him.</span></p><p><span>"Ughhh yeah, I love that!" he said, taking me down to the base.</span></p><p><span>He started slowly riding me, his eyes closed, a smile on his face. Still I stared at him. One of my hands roamed all over his chest, cupping his pecs, pinching his nipples as he fucked himself on my cock, moaning and my other hand was wrapped around his hard cock, I found myself wanting it inside me but I couldn't have everything at the same time.</span></p><p><span>He placed both of his hands on my shoulders to level himself as he started riding me faster, urging me to fuck him. I did my best to meet his pace, giving him short, quick thrust, making him whimper every time I pushed back in. I was jerking his cock hard as well, wanting him to have maximum pleasure. He lowered himself down to kiss my lips and I grasped his face. We kissed passionately, moaning and I continued sliding the top of my cock in and out of him fast.</span></p><p><span>"Oh yeah baby, it feels so damn good, I love this, yeah, come on, fuck me! I’m all yours!"</span></p><p><span>I speeded up. He raised himself up and started riding me again, hard and fast. He kept slamming his body on my cock and after a few seconds, he groaned but I didn’t want him to cum yet. I raised myself up and grabbed his chest. My cock slipped out of him and I made him fall onto his back.</span></p><p><span>I laid down next to him and hooked a hand under his knee. My hand ran down his thigh.</span></p><p><span>He held his leg up and pressed my cock against his hole, teasing him with the head, and pushing forward a little, while we kissed.</span></p><p><span>"Ah, yeah, you turn me on so bad, baby," I groaned in his mouth and moaned hard when I pulled his hips to meet me, and impaled myself inside him.</span></p><p><span>"Oh yeah," he moaned, "you feel so good, fuck me," I raised his leg higher and penetrated him as deep as I could, quickening my pace and fucking him harder and harder. I rubbed his stomach and pecs a lot as I thrust inside him, sometimes giving his cock a few squeezes to make sure he was still on the verge of cumming.</span></p><p><span>He squeezed his eyes shut and kept his mouth open, letting out small and stifled cries of pleasure. I was all over him, kissing, nibbling, twisting, licking, jerking.</span></p><p><span>After a few minutes, I started to slow down, until I completely stopped, and slid out of him.</span></p><p><span>I looked at his engorged penis and quickly lowered myself down and licked the base, up to the head, sucked on it a little and then I looked up at him. He guided me up, placing his hands on my neck. I supported myself on my arms on each side of him and he lifted his legs up, holding his knees. I kissed the hollow of his throat as I started pushing my cock back into him.</span></p><p><span>His hands slid down my sides and moved down to my ass. He gripped my cheeks and pulled me forward, throwing his head back and arching his back a little as I sank into him. God, that was hot.</span></p><p><span>"Ohh Rob, you're so hot," I moaned as I kissed his neck.</span></p><p><span>He sighed and locked his legs around me, driving me even deeper into him and he ran his fingers up my back. His eyes were closed but as I started slowly moving in and out again, he opened them, and placed his hands firmly on each side of my face as he looked passionately into my eyes.</span></p><p><span>"Mark fuck me hard, I want it hard, fuck that hard cock into me," he ordered.</span></p><p><span>Oh God, hearing him talk like this was too much. I felt a fire light up inside me and I attacked his mouth with my own, my tongue wrestling with his, feeling him respond aggressively as he pressed his hands on the back of my head and kissed me hard. I immediately started fucking him more vigorously and slammed my cock into him, driving him back into the mattress as he clenched around me and lifted his hips to meet my thrusts.</span></p><p><span>"Yeah that's it, just like that, fucking pound my ass," he whimpered as we licked each other's tongues and lips.</span></p><p><span>He pulled me off of his mouth and said again as he looked into my eyes,</span></p><p><span>"Fuck me hard!"</span></p><p><span>"Oh God Rob," I moaned as I attacked his mouth again and thrust hard in and out of him.</span></p><p><span>I grabbed his legs and pulled them up. I placed his feet on my shoulders and leaned forward, almost bending him in half. He slid his hands up and down my arms, feeling my hard biceps and moved his hands to my neck again as I started to hammer into him.</span></p><p><span>"Yes, fuck me, harder, oh god fuck me, yeah," he repeated as he tilted his head back and closed his eyes, enjoying the sensations coming from his hole and the pleasure caused by me fucking his ass.</span></p><p><span>God, he was so hot.</span></p><p><span>He opened his eyes again and pulled my face closer to his and smashed his mouth against mine as I pulled my cock almost completely out of him and thrust forward again, repeating the action more and more forcefully, my balls slamming against his cheeks every time I buried myself into him.</span></p><p><span>"Yes, yes," he whimpered as he roamed one hand all over my chest and felt my muscles tighten under his touch as I fucked him. He grabbed onto my pec and his fingers searched and pinched my nipple, twisting it away from my chest. God, he was gonna make me cum if he kept this up.</span></p><p><span>He looked into me with desire, and I was sure that no one but him would ever look at me with that much intensity. He wrapped his arms around me and dug his fingertips into my back, pulling me into him as much as he could.</span></p><p><span>His ass felt so amazing around my cock, he was tight and he kept contracting his muscles to give me more pleasure, but yet his hole was receiving me easily as I hammered into him,</span></p><p><span>"Oh you like that?" I groaned, "Take it baby, take my cock!"</span></p><p><span>"Yeah, yeah, give it to me," he almost wailed as he pulled me into him again.</span></p><p><span>I fucked him long and hard, jabbing at his prostate, making him grunt and moan loudly, a sheen of sweat soon covering our bodies.</span></p><p><span>"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he panted after a while, "oh god, I need to cum," I grasped his hard slick cock and jerked it in time with my thrusts. He let his legs hang in the air and closed his eyes, letting out high-pitched cries as I pumped my cock hard in and out of him to send him over the edge, feeling my own climax approach too.</span></p><p><span>"Yeah, I, I'm cumming," he muttered and gasped as his body shook and he shot several powerful thick burst of cum all over himself, landing on his pecs and abs.</span></p><p><span>I had been holding back to give him as much pleasure as I could, but when he started cumming, I felt my body tense up and just as the remaining jets of cum blasted out of him, he opened his eyes and looked into mine and I asked with passion in my voice,</span></p><p><span>"D'you want me to cum all over you?"</span></p><p><span>He breathed heavily and blurted,</span></p><p><span>"Oh, yeah, do it, show me how bad you want me," he moaned in anticipation, staring up at me with pure lust, a fire burning behind his eyes and I smiled, thinking that we'd sell millions more albums if we put this face on the cover.</span></p><p><span>I let go of his cock and quickly pulled out of him, knowing I was going to cum hard. I felt my balls tightening and gave my cock a couple of strokes but Rob almost immediately grabbed it and pulled on it.</span></p><p><span>I let out a deep moan as soon as I felt his hand on me and began to pump my load, spraying and splattering thick ropes of white fluid all over him, feeling like I would be cumming forever. The first glob of cum landed on his cheek and he stared at my cock as he was being showered in my cum. He continued pumping my cock until his chest was covered with his cum and mine.</span></p><p><span>"God, you're so fucking hot," he said as I tried to come back to reality.</span></p><p><span>I looked into his eyes and smiled before collapsing on the bed next to him, euphoric, in a sweat and exhausted.</span></p><p><span>"Fuck, we should come out more often," he joked and I laughed, remembering the very intense sex we had had after coming out to his mother.</span></p><p><span>He wiped off the cum he had on his cheek onto his finger and placed it on his tongue. I grinned and licked up some of the mess from his chest onto my tongue and leaned over to kiss him. He sucked on my tongue with a devilish grin and our lips met, as we shared our cum in the kiss.</span></p><p><span>I then cleaned his chest and he spooned himself against me.</span></p><p><span>"I'm so in love with you," I whispered as I caressed his hair and arm. "I think that’s the most I’ve ever loved you."</span></p> </div></div>
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Date: Sat, 25 Jan 2020 20:48:13 -0600 From: Scott Coffin Subject: Championship Celebrations Chapter 2 From: scoffinator69 Disclaimer: This story is complete and utter fantasy, and should in no way be believed to say anything definitive about the characters involved, their sexual orientation, or their personal desires. It is 100% about the author thinking that this scenario would be fucking HOT. You should also realize by now that in a fantasy world, everyone is always safe from disease and disfigurement. We do not live in a fantasy world, so do with that knowledge what you will. If you are underage according to your jurisdictions applicable laws (18 or 21 in most cases), please do not read or disseminate this story in anyway. This story is copyrighted by the author as of 01-25-2020 Constructive input and/or encouragement is welcome at [email protected]. Flames will be ignored. I do hope you enjoy this story. Please consider donating to Nifty Archive. The archivist does awesome work here, and doesn't get any support except for our gratitude. Help keep this amazing site open for all of us! Championship Celebrations 2020 Chapter 2: Packed in Frisco Prologue Aaron Rodgers was feeling a bit fidgety. It seemed like he had been waiting for hours, instead of minutes, for Jimmy Garappolo to get here, and that coupled with the still stinging loss set his mind racing. He knew the drill, of course. The Niner's signal caller was probably only just finished with his post game presser, and would probably end up having to wade through some other well wishers before he could make his way to the designated meeting spot, still the Packer's vet couldn't keep his legs still as he sat here in this odd, stuffy little weight room annex deep inside Levi Stadium. Of course it didn't help matters that, while he knew the reason the two were meeting up, he had no idea how exactly it was going to go down when it actually happened. Any other guy in the league would have laid it all out on the line, hell, he himself had for his end of the bet, but Jimmy? Jimmy was cryptic about it, only promising no blood, no lasting pain, only strictly one on one, and that Aaron would like it. Rodgers had since racked his brain trying to recall any overheard info about Garappolo's interests, but the only ones he could come up with were contradictory at best. The Packers legend would have liked to say that the not knowing was upsetting, and maybe it even was in some ways, but the dull pulsing swell of his cock reminded him it was not upsetting enough to try to back out of whatever the 28 year old stud had in store for the 38 year old vet. That feeling was confirmed even more as Rodgers jerked his head up as he heard the door opening less than 10 feet away from him. A split second of regret, coupled with the unusual feeling of submissiveness, rocked through him as he saw Jimmy enter the room wearing the newly debuted NFC Championship t-shirt and cap emblazoned with the Niners logo and colors. Part 1 For his part, Jimmy Garappolo was glad to see that Aaron Rodgers had followed his instructions to the letter. Gray sweatpants, check. Compression tee, check. Bare feet, also check. And while he had expected the older dude to be pacing the room, he was even sitting on the incline bench as requested. The Niner also liked the way the Packer could not quite keep his eyes from flicking down to the younger man's crotch every few seconds. A fully packed crotch that Jimmy knew looked impressive in his own mesh shorts. Taking the last few steps to close the distance between them, Jimmy also noticed the the bulging crotch of his prey as Aaron spread his legs slightly to make room for the younger man. Leaning down slightly, he dropped the bag he was carrying beside the bench, brushed the back of his throwing hand lightly along the sweats of his vanquished opponent and licked suddenly and strongly along the pulsing carotid of the man sitting before him. In the split second that his tongue met Aaron's earlobe, he snapped the leg rests of the incline bench apart and calmly pushed his fellow quarterback against the backrest before clamping his hands around the powerful thighs of Aaron fucking Rodgers. "Trust me, Aaron. We are both gonna enjoy the living hell out of this!" The statement was simple, calm and direct, the deep, powerful kiss that followed was anything but. After a brief shock, Rodgers responded to the kiss with a hunger that surprised and consumed him. Still he somehow managed to keep enough presence of mind to lift his ass slightly, allowing Jimmy to pull his sweats down and off, even as the two mens tongues wrestled wildly against the others. The Packer stud didn't, however, have the presence of mind to realize that the Niner was shifting him into just the right position until the second of the straps holding his calves now tight against the frame of the weight machine was in place. Aaron tried to jerk forward and up, desperate to push Jimmy away from him, but the younger man's hand simply splayed against his chest and pushed him back against the seat back. "I promise you are gonna love this, man. Just let yourself go with it." Jimmy smiled as he felt Aaron's body slowly relax and lean back on it's own volition. He leered when Aaron lifted his arms reflexively to allow for the removal of his shirt. His cock sprang to full, aching hardness in his shorts as the older quarterback actually gripped the legs of the bench, allowing his arms to be strapped up match his legs. Garappolo clamped his lips tight around Rodgers' furry pec, lightly grazing his teeth along the nipple for a few seconds before moving farther up to nip and pull at the older stud's full beard, to kiss him hard and deep once again, even as he slipped the last leather band into place around the Packer's chest. The inch wide, custom leather harness fit perfectly, the two cold, silver rings framing the nipples perfectly as Jimmy lowered his head back down to work them over, each in turn, drawing subtle moans and gasps from the man now at his complete mercy. Aaron Rodgers nearly sobbed when Jimmy Garappolo pulled up and away to stand before him, but that was quickly replaced by deep lusty gulps of air as the Packer drank in the sight of the Niner before him. Jimmy stripped off his t-shirt, but made sure the hat was back perfectly in place as he looked down at Aaron, kicking his flip flops off before running his fingertips teasingly along the waistline of his mesh shorts before starting to slowly lower them. Grinning widely at the fact that every shred of the Packers attention was focused on his midsection as he bent slightly before letting the shorts drop and pool around his ankles, stepping quickly out of them and taking the two steps back to stand between Aaron's bound and spread legs. The 38 year old leered, drooling, at the packed crotch of the 28 year old before him. Just like the famous picture from his pro-day, except now the compression shorts were packed with an obviously rock hard (and huge) cock. A hint of dampness glistened on the fabric where the tip rested well across the studs upper thigh. Rodgers was at once glad that he had taken the initiative to do some pre hook-up prep, and anxious at the knowledge that it was absolutely not going to be enough for the task at hand. Jimmy's throwing hand came into view, cupping at the mound of lycra clad cockmeat, making the scene that much more obscene, before slipping his fingers in along the sides of his hips and slipping the shorts lower. Rodgers watched, rapt, as Garappolo twisted his body slightly, revealing more and more of the curve of his muscular ass, pushing the length of his cock farther and farther out and then down before it broke free of the waistband and slapped hard against his smooth, cut abs, the light in the room clearly catching the splash of pre-cum breaking away from the prominent cut cock head. Aaron felt his cock pulse, still encased in his own compression shorts, even as he felt his sphincter clamp down tight in a mixture of fear and desire. He felt nearly sure that both his and Jimmy's cocks were pulsing in unison, and also in time with the slow sure steps Jimmy took around to the side of the bench as Aaron's head twisted around to follow, seemingly unwilling to let the jock meat out of his sight for even a second. As he watched the younger man move ever closer to him, Aaron didn't even realize his lips had parted, or that his tongue had slipped between them until the first sweet contact with the pre-cum leaking head of Jimmy Garappolo's hot cock. Instinctively shifting over to breathe through his nose, Rodgers let slip a long, desperate sigh as more and more of Jimmy's cock slipped further and further into his mouth. The hard, hot flesh of the veiny shaft seeming to sizzle along his tongue as he began working his tongue and throat muscles, uncharacteristically eager to pleasure the younger man who's arm and talent had vanquished him on the field. Jimmy took it slow. Slipping in deeply enough to nearly make the older man gag before shifting slightly back, almost as if it were a training exercise and not the start of a serious jock rutting. It was, after all, going to be the only first time he would ever throat fuck Aaron FUCKING Rodgers. Still, he was a bit surprised by how quickly he felt that bushy, wiry beard tickling his nut sack, and especially at how long he could stay buried there before he had to pull back to keep Aaron from choking on his length. All the while he held his smiling gaze directed at Aaron, smiling even more broadly, thrusting inward just a little more sharply when Aaron finally got over his embarrassment enough to lock his own eyes onto Jimmy's, nodding slightly in acknowledgment of his submission even as his tongue moved more and more wildly along the shaft of his cock. Slowly and steadily, Jimmy ramped up the speed with which he fucked Aaron's face, and in just the same way, he thrust harder and deeper into the cocksucking Packers throat, reveling in the feel of the beard on his sensitive flesh, the gulping, gasping swallows that vibrated along the length of his shaft, the ever increasing intensity of Aaron's tongue and lip work. For Aaron, the intoxicating taste of his stud fucker's pre-cum, the dizzying smell of the younger mans crotch drove his own desires to higher and higher levels. He would have loved to clamp his hands hard into Jimmy's muscular ass to drag the Niner harder and deeper into the wet heat of his mouth, but strapped down as he was, he could only just make contact with his throwing hand along his fellow QB's calf muscle, lightly tickling at the skin there as he mapped the clenching of the muscles just underneath. His own cock was pulsing desperately, achingly hard in his compression shorts, and as the long, long shaft of Jimmy's cock continued to find deeper and deeper purchase inside his throat, he began to worry slightly less, and anticipate ever more, the time when it would pound it's way into his mostly top and definitely tight jock hole. Jimmy held his hand tangled in Aaron's hair for several long minutes before finally gripping it tighter and pulling away, chuckling throatily as the Packer's lips and tongue tried in vain to keep contact with the overheated flesh. Even gasping at the newly free flowing oxygen flooding back into his system, Rodgers was still desperately eager to have that amazing shaft buried deep in his throat. The older man looked to Jimmy wildly afraid as he stepped slightly away from the bench, and only slightly less so as the younger man slung one long, muscular leg up and over the heaving furry body strapped to the bench. As Jimmy began to lower himself slightly, the penny dropped and Jimmy Garappolo caught the look of beatific thanks pass across Aaron Rodgers face in the split second before the Packer inhaled the full, smooth nut sack into his mouth with a force that held the possibility of serious damage, but only carried the reality of pure jock on jock pleasure for the Niner stud. Jimmy reveled in Aaron's working over ins full and aching balls just as much as Aaron obviously enjoyed tonguing and stretching them as he tried desperately to pull them deeper and deeper into the humid depths of his mouth. The Niner stretched himself eagerly, suddenly needing to feel the play of the Packers musculature under the layers of sweaty, fuzzy skin. One hand digging into Rodgers' scalp, holding the bearded stud tight against his groin, while the other traced the ridges and faults along the older man's abs, and the hard etch of bone along his pelvis. Slowly, teasingly, his fingers danced lower and lower, tracing over the packed lycra pouch of Aaron's shorts, swirling around and over and along the pulsing hard cock trapped just beneath. A light, teasing squeeze elicited a shuddering gasp from deep within the Packers throat that vibrated thrillingly over the Niners nuts and along his taint, the whiskers of Aaron's beard seeming to dig maddeningly, thrillingly, into Jimmy's own smooth flesh, the thought, if not quite the fact causing both men's achingly hard cocks to throb with ever increasing need. Jimmy reluctantly, but needfully, pulled his hand away from Aaron's scalp and gripped the top of the backrest for the bench, squeezing slightly as he tensed in preparation. Feeling the click of the catch, Jimmy moved to stand, even as he let the bench begin to lower away naturally, sucking sharp breaths of air as his nutsack was stretched painfully away from his body before it popped with sudden force from between Aaron's helpless lips, and snapped thrillingly back against his body, sighing at the delicious pain of it all. Jimmy allowed himself a second or two to register the disappointment in Aaron's eyes before shifting quickly around, both hands now feeling the massively packed crotch below him as his thumbs dug in under the waistband of the shorts and he lowered his widespread jock ass back towards Aaron's still gaping mouth, knowing from the shallow gasps and long moans of his prey that the Packer was very much getting over the loss of the firm full nutsack, and looking eagerly forward to the chance to rim muscular jock hole on lewd offer. As Jimmy felt the first firm pressure of Aaron's tongue at his sphincter, he leaned forward and clamped his drooling mouth over the straining lycra bulge working tongue and lips and teeth in light teasing flicks and nips even as his thumbs dug in along Rodgers' own full nutsack, long fingers trailing down along the older man's taint to tease at the Aaron's jock hole through the fabric, only to run into a surprising point of resistance. Jimmy traced his fingers, harder than necessary, around the firm ring of unknown but suspected material, slapping three fingers sharply against it as he pulled off the lycra covered mound of Aaron's cock. "What's this, then?" fully knowing the answer. Before he could fully back away from Jimmy's sweet, winking hole, Aaron Rodgers felt the stretch and then the rip of the fabric, splaying the lycra wide and offering an unmistakable view of what 'it' was. "I figured it would be okay if I prepped some for you, man. It's been a while since I was in this position." Aaron choked out between choking gasps as Jimmy continued to slap and smack the hard rubber base of the butt plug. Rodgers slumped back against the firmness of the bench, gasping in pain as Garappolo unceremoniously yanked the plug free from the clenching ass, fully knowing his hole was still winking lewdly at the younger man. "Why do you tops always think something this small is going to help you?" he growled as he swiped this tongue, flat and firm along the winking ring of muscle, before jamming his tongue deep inside the gaping entrance, as he threw the pear sized plug aside. Sinking two long fingers into the hole, he pulled his tongue away, digging his other hand into the open bag he had dropped beside them earlier. Gasping out "I think we can find something more appropriate to the task." in the moment before he clamped his lips around Aaron Rodgers' full, furry nutsack; his chin digging sharply into the overheated flesh of the Packer's cock shaft. Aaron gasped loudly at the heat enveloping his balls, letting himself momentarily glory in the feeling before raising his head slowly to once again worship at the tight tangy entrance to Jimmy's hole, noting the feel of the younger mans shifting and then biting and pulling at the ruined fabric of his shorts in a successful attempt to free the achingly hard cock still half trapped by them, the firmness of Jimmy's cheek running the full length of his shaft, the fiery heat of the younger mans breath teasing along as he moved into position thrilled Aaron even as he teased and traced his tongue closer and closer to the jock hole millimeters above him. Part 2 "That's a huge fuckin' cock, man. Long, fat fucker!" Jimmy gasped, "No wonder Clay and Jordy miss you so fuckin' much, stud!" The surprise at the younger mans statement distracted Aaron from the new pressure against his still gaping hole until the last possible second. Jimmy's vacuuming mouth and hotly dancing tongue slipping along the aching flesh of his cock allowed for just enough relaxation that at least two inches of the dildo were buried in Aaron's ass before he fully knew what hit him. To his very great credit though, the older man did not jerk away from the hole he had just reclaimed with his tongue and in fact speared it even deeper and harder as a low sobbing moan sprang from his chest to seemingly echo it's way through Jimmy's ass. The younger man pressed himself harder back against the tongue as he clamped his lips light around the very base of Aaron's massively thick 8+ inch cock, and shoved another several inches of dildo up the Packer's resisting jock ass. Both men riding a wave of pure jock rut that was very much their due and drinking in the scent and taste of each other with a thrilling, wild passion. Aaron could get just enough purchase with his hands against Jimmy's calf muscles to thrill at the strain and play of them as the younger man shifted and pressed his body thrillingly over his own. Back in search of union with the tongue and lips working his greedy hole, forward to slurp and suck at the overheated flesh of the older mans thrillingly thick quarterback cock. The hot, slick pressure of the younger mans own big cock sliding along his furry chest, long enough to ride the full length of the sternum between his firm pecs, trails of freely flowing pre-cum easing the way. The tightening, the clamping of the powerful thighs pressed against his bound shoulders, the steadily increasing impalement of the dildo in Jimmy's sure and steady hand, now feeling deeper inside Aaron than anything he could ever recall. Both men fought back against the rising tide of their lust, even as they sought to push each other farther and farther toward the path of release, needing this to last as long as possible as much as they each needed the soothing heat of the others load on or against or inside them, but both still knowing there was so much more to explore between them. For long, languid, thrilling minutes the two jock studs devoured each other to the very core. Aaron eagerly lapping and digging at Jimmy's clutching, greedy jock snatch, the beautiful hole seeming to milk at his tongue in a way that made Aaron hope he might one day be able to sink his fat cock into it and breed the younger man, even as he knew that he would need a victory in order for that to happen. Jimmy nursing eagerly at the fiery, veiny surface of Aaron's cock, the firm, angry head knocking into his clutching throat at his deepest point of descent, savoring the tangy saltiness of the older man's pre-cum when pulling back to work his tongue over it. Both reveling in the vibrations coursing through the others body against their own in base jock whore need. Aaron Rodgers found he there was just enough slack in his bonds to allow for shallow but thrilling thrusts up into Jimmy Garappolo's wildly sucking mouth. Jimmy eagerly took them in stride, thrilling at the short, sharp crashes of Aaron's pelvic bone against his wide stretched, straining jaw. The Niner let himself sink into the scratchiness of the Packer's hard, furry chest torturing the sensitive flesh of his drooling cock in turn with the full beard needling at his full nutsack in the second before it was mashed painfully, thrillingly against the hard ridge of Aaron's chin, all the while still digging the dildo deeper and deeper into the older mans more and more willing jock hole. For several long moments, Jimmy Garappolo thought that maybe it would be good, and probably considerably better than that, to give Aaron Rodgers the kind of treatment the older man was clearly expecting, but the thought was pushed firmly and suddenly away by his own desire. His own base, desperate need. Whether due to the thrilling thickness of Aaron's cock, or the sudden realization that he needed to pull away right fucking now in order to back himself away from the rapidly approaching edge didn't matter in the least. The Packer stud was stunned with the speed and force of the Niner's leaping away from him to the point his tongue was still hanging out and making fuck motions, and he was still thrusting his cock up into the humid air where Jimmy's mouth had been less than a second ago. Rodgers was still coming to grips with what he knew was about to happen, trying desperately to relax and regain some of his breath, as Jimmy began shifting and repositioning the bench he was strapped to, nesting Aaron into it in a way that confused and yet thrilled the older man. When everything met with the younger man's satisfaction, he moved another step forward, loosely gripping the dildo still buried six or seven inches deep in Aaron's now mostly loose hole, pulling it ever so slightly in and out in teasing motions. The sneer at Aaron's only request sent a shiver rocketing along the older man's spine. "Take it slow at first, man? It's been a long time, but I'll be able to take it after a few seconds." spilled, gaspingly, from the Packer's lips as he fully resigned himself to his fate. "Fuck that! A cock like this needs to be taken all at once, hard and deep, or not at all." The hardness of Jimmy's gaze, the abject resignation in Aaron's mind, the enigmatic smirk replacing the angry sneer on the Niner's handsome face. All of these things conspired to confuse and muddle the Packer's already lust clouded brain. Even as the younger man swung one strong, powerful leg back over the bench, even as he pried Aaron's achingly hard cock up and away from the firm, furry gut, the older man gaped in a fugue state, even as Jimmy Garappolo brought his gaping, spit slick jock hole to bear against Aaron Rodgers' drooling, fat cockhead, the older man stared, slack jawed in confusion and something like awe. A confusion that cleared miraculously, and an awe that increased exponentially as Jimmy Garappolo slammed his NFC Champion jock hole back hard and full onto Aaron Rodgers resoundingly defeated, achingly hard, greedily eager cock. The crushing slam of Jimmy's powerful glutes slapping loudly, bruisingly, against the powerful, straining thighs of the Packer, drew a choking moan from deep within both men, a moan that was drawn out into deep rumbling gasps as the Niner began to clutch and milk along the full length and wide, wide girth of Aaron's grateful flesh, even as the older man continued to gape in greedy, desperate surprise. "100 percent jock bitch, old man. You would be too if you spent more than a year on the same team as Gronk." he gasped out, before adding with a wink, "Even if you hadn't already leaned that way." The hard smile that split Aaron's mouth wide was dripping with lust and need, and was transformed into a deep, laughing groan at the kid's next statement. "Fuck, yes, Jordy must have fucking loved this fat fucking cock." That brief statement was dripping with greed and lust and maybe even a little jealousy at the fact that Jordy had had years of it eagerly, willingly, claiming his hole. Aaron was surprised himself to find a pang of jealousy creeping into his own fuck drunk mind at the knowledge that Gronk had similarly had years to claim this particularly miraculous jock snatch. The two men stared deep and hard into each others eyes as Jimmy continued to clamp and clutch at the fat jock shaft with his talented, muscular jock hole, so much so that it began to seem to Aaron like the continuing clutch and clamp and suck of Jimmy's sphincter would be enough. That is, until Jimmy crashed hard against the older man in bruising, tongue fucking kiss as he began to pull himself up along the thrillingly fat cock buried deep inside him. The second downward thrust of Jimmy's jock ass came, if possible, with even more force than the first and Aaron felt the breath nearly knocked out him as first the younger man's own heavily hard cock slapped against his hard gut, and then the powerful ass slapped loudly against his thighs. As Jimmy Garappolo continued to impale himself hard and full on Aaron Rodger's slick, hard jock shaft, as he continued to shift slightly from side to side, allowing the Packer's cock to stretch his Niner cunt wider still, as he continued to suck and wrestle and fight with the tongue working to claim his mouth, the younger man reached behind himself to once again start working the dildo in the older mans own tightly clutching jock hole. Aaron's grunts at the pressure of the dildo on and over his prostate vibrated inside Jimmy's mouth even as he echoed them back into Aaron's each time the fat fucking sank deep inside him, it's angrily hot and hard crown punishing his own prostate with gleeful, forceful abandon. Jimmy's cock slapped harder and harder against Aaron's furry belly, it's fiery skin seeming nearly at the splitting point as his pre-cum continued to leak out, matting the wiry hair of Aaron's powerful body. The Packer strained harder and harder against his bonds, fingers digging painfully into the straining muscles of the Niner's calves, wishing for the chance to dig into the muscular jock ass riding him even as he contented himself (mostly) with those two or three inches of slack that allowed him to help slam upward against Jimmy's body on each of the younger studs wildly hard downward thrusts. The thrilling, aching crush of Jimmy Garappolo's nuts smashed between their straining, sweating bodies drove the younger man's lusty need higher and higher. Huge hot drops of sweat rained from the Niner's chest onto the Packer's, whose own sweat ran in rivers through the hair and into the valleys between his straining muscles. Aaron Rodgers felt the hard, insistent slap of the younger man's cock splashing slick drops of pre-cum onto his belly, even as larger, ranker drops of his own sweat dripped onto the floor below them. The Packer's nuts pulled tighter and tighter against his body, even as he felt the Niner's thoroughly punished sack tightening up itself between their crushing, crashing weight. Jimmy pulled his upper body suddenly up and away from Aaron's nipping at the rutting Packer's lower lip as he did so, arching his back and straining his arms as he did so. "How close?" "Way to fucking soon, Garappolo!" "Me too, old man." Jimmy drew the dildo nearly all the way out of Aaron's ass, making the older man think for a second that he was going to try to slow things down to make this moment last longer. The Packer watched the Niner wrap forefinger and thumb from his throwing hand around his cock, prying it away from his body and stared slack jawed as the younger man bowed his head in what seemed an impossible way. Aaron Rodgers' gasping, guttural roar could surely be heard in Oakland as the dildo was rammed fully and forcefully back up his relaxed, but unwilling, jock hole. Eight, nine, maybe more inches splitting him open and flattening his prostate in the most thrillingly disturbing way. A roar that shifted lewdly into gasping moans of amazement as Jimmy Garappolo flicked his tongue over the angrily red surface of his own cockhead before clamping around the flaring crown, even as the younger victorious stud continued to slam and slide up and down on Aaron's swelling, fully loaded cock. The second deep, painful thrust of the dildo into his gaping jock hole drove Aaron Rodger's finally and fully over the edge, the painful clutching of his overheated balls followed immediately by the sweet release of seed rocketing along the length of his shaft and breaking free to flood the clutching, pounding jock cunt of Jimmy Garappolo. And still the Packer watched, in rapt splendour as the Niner nursed at his own swelling cockhead. The second bolt of jock scum rocketing out of Aaron's cock was punctuated by the tight, thrillingly painful clamping of Jimmy's greedy hole around the base of his shaft, and Aaron knew that the NFC Champion quarterback was tasting and feeling his own jock scum firing into his mouth. Before he could even fully register his jealousy at not being able to taste his opponents jock load, Aaron watched as Jimmy pulled up and away from his still spewing cock. A long, ropey blast seeming to sizzle as it landed on the Niner's chest and ran thickly down along his abs, three more blasts anointing the Packer's beard and lips and tongue in the seconds before Jimmy's lips and tongue crashed once more against his own, the younger, victorious stud sharing his own hot load with the older, vanquished veteran. Aaron felt his own orgasm subsiding deep within Jimmy's still milking Niner cunt even as he felt the younger man's cock seeping out the last dregs of his own orgasm between them. It took the Packer a few seconds to realize that his arms were once again free as Jimmy rose up and away from him, and only then because the harness holding his chest down was also nearly undone. Reaching up shakily, Aaron tweaked Jimmy's nipples hard, drawing the hoped for clutch of jock sphincter around his now softening cock. "Your are fucking incredible, kid. Miraculous fucking ass, man." As Jimmy hoped it would, the unceremonious ripping away of the dildo from Aaron's unsuspecting ass brought forth another belch of Packer sperm deep inside him. "Fat fucking dick like yours inspires me man. Deep is always good, and you got me there too, but, man, stretch me out wide and I'm fuckin' crazed." Nipping at a clump of his own cum in Aaron's beard, Jimmy once again dug into the bag beside them as he kissed the packer hard one last time. Aaron watched as the kid pulled away again, catching sight of a butt plug in his throwing hand no bigger and certainly no smaller than the one he had used. "I thought a plug that size wasn't enough!" Jimmy grinned, rose quickly off Aaron's cock and just as quickly corked his ass with the plug before shifting to his knees between the Packer's legs. Reaching around to undo the last of the bonds, Garappolo slipped Rodgers' half hard cock back between his lips, nursing out the last dregs of his opponents cum. Aaron's cock twitched, threatening to go right back to hard at the Niner's reply. "For fuck prep it is. For keeping your load in me till I can feed it to Shanahan, it's just about perfect." The Packer's cock lurched even closer to rehardening as Jimmy slammed his original plug back up Rodgers' unprepared ass. Jimmy turned back before opening the door to leave, himself dressed, Aaron still nude and sprawled on the bench, letting the feeling come back into his legs and arms. "I'm almost sorry we won, now. I'd like to know what you can do with that cock when you're the victorious one." "You'll find out next year, kid." "We'll see, old man."
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Sat, 25 Jan 2020 20:48:13 -0600 From: Scott Coffin <[email protected]> Subject: Championship Celebrations Chapter 2 From: scoffinator69 Disclaimer: This story is complete and utter fantasy, and should in no way be believed to say anything definitive about the characters involved, their sexual orientation, or their personal desires. It is 100% about the author thinking that this scenario would be fucking HOT. You should also realize by now that in a fantasy world, everyone is always safe from disease and disfigurement. We do not live in a fantasy world, so do with that knowledge what you will. If you are underage according to your jurisdictions applicable laws (18 or 21 in most cases), please do not read or disseminate this story in anyway. This story is copyrighted by the author as of 01-25-2020 Constructive input and/or encouragement is welcome at [email protected]. Flames will be ignored. I do hope you enjoy this story. Please consider donating to Nifty Archive. The archivist does awesome work here, and doesn't get any support except for our gratitude. Help keep this amazing site open for all of us! Championship Celebrations 2020 Chapter 2: Packed in Frisco Prologue Aaron Rodgers was feeling a bit fidgety. It seemed like he had been waiting for hours, instead of minutes, for Jimmy Garappolo to get here, and that coupled with the still stinging loss set his mind racing. He knew the drill, of course. The Niner's signal caller was probably only just finished with his post game presser, and would probably end up having to wade through some other well wishers before he could make his way to the designated meeting spot, still the Packer's vet couldn't keep his legs still as he sat here in this odd, stuffy little weight room annex deep inside Levi Stadium. Of course it didn't help matters that, while he knew the reason the two were meeting up, he had no idea how exactly it was going to go down when it actually happened. Any other guy in the league would have laid it all out on the line, hell, he himself had for his end of the bet, but Jimmy? Jimmy was cryptic about it, only promising no blood, no lasting pain, only strictly one on one, and that Aaron would like it. Rodgers had since racked his brain trying to recall any overheard info about Garappolo's interests, but the only ones he could come up with were contradictory at best. The Packers legend would have liked to say that the not knowing was upsetting, and maybe it even was in some ways, but the dull pulsing swell of his cock reminded him it was not upsetting enough to try to back out of whatever the 28 year old stud had in store for the 38 year old vet. That feeling was confirmed even more as Rodgers jerked his head up as he heard the door opening less than 10 feet away from him. A split second of regret, coupled with the unusual feeling of submissiveness, rocked through him as he saw Jimmy enter the room wearing the newly debuted NFC Championship t-shirt and cap emblazoned with the Niners logo and colors. Part 1 For his part, Jimmy Garappolo was glad to see that Aaron Rodgers had followed his instructions to the letter. Gray sweatpants, check. Compression tee, check. Bare feet, also check. And while he had expected the older dude to be pacing the room, he was even sitting on the incline bench as requested. The Niner also liked the way the Packer could not quite keep his eyes from flicking down to the younger man's crotch every few seconds. A fully packed crotch that Jimmy knew looked impressive in his own mesh shorts. Taking the last few steps to close the distance between them, Jimmy also noticed the the bulging crotch of his prey as Aaron spread his legs slightly to make room for the younger man. Leaning down slightly, he dropped the bag he was carrying beside the bench, brushed the back of his throwing hand lightly along the sweats of his vanquished opponent and licked suddenly and strongly along the pulsing carotid of the man sitting before him. In the split second that his tongue met Aaron's earlobe, he snapped the leg rests of the incline bench apart and calmly pushed his fellow quarterback against the backrest before clamping his hands around the powerful thighs of Aaron fucking Rodgers. "Trust me, Aaron. We are both gonna enjoy the living hell out of this!" The statement was simple, calm and direct, the deep, powerful kiss that followed was anything but. After a brief shock, Rodgers responded to the kiss with a hunger that surprised and consumed him. Still he somehow managed to keep enough presence of mind to lift his ass slightly, allowing Jimmy to pull his sweats down and off, even as the two mens tongues wrestled wildly against the others. The Packer stud didn't, however, have the presence of mind to realize that the Niner was shifting him into just the right position until the second of the straps holding his calves now tight against the frame of the weight machine was in place. Aaron tried to jerk forward and up, desperate to push Jimmy away from him, but the younger man's hand simply splayed against his chest and pushed him back against the seat back. "I promise you are gonna love this, man. Just let yourself go with it." Jimmy smiled as he felt Aaron's body slowly relax and lean back on it's own volition. He leered when Aaron lifted his arms reflexively to allow for the removal of his shirt. His cock sprang to full, aching hardness in his shorts as the older quarterback actually gripped the legs of the bench, allowing his arms to be strapped up match his legs. Garappolo clamped his lips tight around Rodgers' furry pec, lightly grazing his teeth along the nipple for a few seconds before moving farther up to nip and pull at the older stud's full beard, to kiss him hard and deep once again, even as he slipped the last leather band into place around the Packer's chest. The inch wide, custom leather harness fit perfectly, the two cold, silver rings framing the nipples perfectly as Jimmy lowered his head back down to work them over, each in turn, drawing subtle moans and gasps from the man now at his complete mercy. Aaron Rodgers nearly sobbed when Jimmy Garappolo pulled up and away to stand before him, but that was quickly replaced by deep lusty gulps of air as the Packer drank in the sight of the Niner before him. Jimmy stripped off his t-shirt, but made sure the hat was back perfectly in place as he looked down at Aaron, kicking his flip flops off before running his fingertips teasingly along the waistline of his mesh shorts before starting to slowly lower them. Grinning widely at the fact that every shred of the Packers attention was focused on his midsection as he bent slightly before letting the shorts drop and pool around his ankles, stepping quickly out of them and taking the two steps back to stand between Aaron's bound and spread legs. The 38 year old leered, drooling, at the packed crotch of the 28 year old before him. Just like the famous picture from his pro-day, except now the compression shorts were packed with an obviously rock hard (and huge) cock. A hint of dampness glistened on the fabric where the tip rested well across the studs upper thigh. Rodgers was at once glad that he had taken the initiative to do some pre hook-up prep, and anxious at the knowledge that it was absolutely not going to be enough for the task at hand. Jimmy's throwing hand came into view, cupping at the mound of lycra clad cockmeat, making the scene that much more obscene, before slipping his fingers in along the sides of his hips and slipping the shorts lower. Rodgers watched, rapt, as Garappolo twisted his body slightly, revealing more and more of the curve of his muscular ass, pushing the length of his cock farther and farther out and then down before it broke free of the waistband and slapped hard against his smooth, cut abs, the light in the room clearly catching the splash of pre-cum breaking away from the prominent cut cock head. Aaron felt his cock pulse, still encased in his own compression shorts, even as he felt his sphincter clamp down tight in a mixture of fear and desire. He felt nearly sure that both his and Jimmy's cocks were pulsing in unison, and also in time with the slow sure steps Jimmy took around to the side of the bench as Aaron's head twisted around to follow, seemingly unwilling to let the jock meat out of his sight for even a second. As he watched the younger man move ever closer to him, Aaron didn't even realize his lips had parted, or that his tongue had slipped between them until the first sweet contact with the pre-cum leaking head of Jimmy Garappolo's hot cock. Instinctively shifting over to breathe through his nose, Rodgers let slip a long, desperate sigh as more and more of Jimmy's cock slipped further and further into his mouth. The hard, hot flesh of the veiny shaft seeming to sizzle along his tongue as he began working his tongue and throat muscles, uncharacteristically eager to pleasure the younger man who's arm and talent had vanquished him on the field. Jimmy took it slow. Slipping in deeply enough to nearly make the older man gag before shifting slightly back, almost as if it were a training exercise and not the start of a serious jock rutting. It was, after all, going to be the only first time he would ever throat fuck Aaron FUCKING Rodgers. Still, he was a bit surprised by how quickly he felt that bushy, wiry beard tickling his nut sack, and especially at how long he could stay buried there before he had to pull back to keep Aaron from choking on his length. All the while he held his smiling gaze directed at Aaron, smiling even more broadly, thrusting inward just a little more sharply when Aaron finally got over his embarrassment enough to lock his own eyes onto Jimmy's, nodding slightly in acknowledgment of his submission even as his tongue moved more and more wildly along the shaft of his cock. Slowly and steadily, Jimmy ramped up the speed with which he fucked Aaron's face, and in just the same way, he thrust harder and deeper into the cocksucking Packers throat, reveling in the feel of the beard on his sensitive flesh, the gulping, gasping swallows that vibrated along the length of his shaft, the ever increasing intensity of Aaron's tongue and lip work. For Aaron, the intoxicating taste of his stud fucker's pre-cum, the dizzying smell of the younger mans crotch drove his own desires to higher and higher levels. He would have loved to clamp his hands hard into Jimmy's muscular ass to drag the Niner harder and deeper into the wet heat of his mouth, but strapped down as he was, he could only just make contact with his throwing hand along his fellow QB's calf muscle, lightly tickling at the skin there as he mapped the clenching of the muscles just underneath. His own cock was pulsing desperately, achingly hard in his compression shorts, and as the long, long shaft of Jimmy's cock continued to find deeper and deeper purchase inside his throat, he began to worry slightly less, and anticipate ever more, the time when it would pound it's way into his mostly top and definitely tight jock hole. Jimmy held his hand tangled in Aaron's hair for several long minutes before finally gripping it tighter and pulling away, chuckling throatily as the Packer's lips and tongue tried in vain to keep contact with the overheated flesh. Even gasping at the newly free flowing oxygen flooding back into his system, Rodgers was still desperately eager to have that amazing shaft buried deep in his throat. The older man looked to Jimmy wildly afraid as he stepped slightly away from the bench, and only slightly less so as the younger man slung one long, muscular leg up and over the heaving furry body strapped to the bench. As Jimmy began to lower himself slightly, the penny dropped and Jimmy Garappolo caught the look of beatific thanks pass across Aaron Rodgers face in the split second before the Packer inhaled the full, smooth nut sack into his mouth with a force that held the possibility of serious damage, but only carried the reality of pure jock on jock pleasure for the Niner stud. Jimmy reveled in Aaron's working over ins full and aching balls just as much as Aaron obviously enjoyed tonguing and stretching them as he tried desperately to pull them deeper and deeper into the humid depths of his mouth. The Niner stretched himself eagerly, suddenly needing to feel the play of the Packers musculature under the layers of sweaty, fuzzy skin. One hand digging into Rodgers' scalp, holding the bearded stud tight against his groin, while the other traced the ridges and faults along the older man's abs, and the hard etch of bone along his pelvis. Slowly, teasingly, his fingers danced lower and lower, tracing over the packed lycra pouch of Aaron's shorts, swirling around and over and along the pulsing hard cock trapped just beneath. A light, teasing squeeze elicited a shuddering gasp from deep within the Packers throat that vibrated thrillingly over the Niners nuts and along his taint, the whiskers of Aaron's beard seeming to dig maddeningly, thrillingly, into Jimmy's own smooth flesh, the thought, if not quite the fact causing both men's achingly hard cocks to throb with ever increasing need. Jimmy reluctantly, but needfully, pulled his hand away from Aaron's scalp and gripped the top of the backrest for the bench, squeezing slightly as he tensed in preparation. Feeling the click of the catch, Jimmy moved to stand, even as he let the bench begin to lower away naturally, sucking sharp breaths of air as his nutsack was stretched painfully away from his body before it popped with sudden force from between Aaron's helpless lips, and snapped thrillingly back against his body, sighing at the delicious pain of it all. Jimmy allowed himself a second or two to register the disappointment in Aaron's eyes before shifting quickly around, both hands now feeling the massively packed crotch below him as his thumbs dug in under the waistband of the shorts and he lowered his widespread jock ass back towards Aaron's still gaping mouth, knowing from the shallow gasps and long moans of his prey that the Packer was very much getting over the loss of the firm full nutsack, and looking eagerly forward to the chance to rim muscular jock hole on lewd offer. As Jimmy felt the first firm pressure of Aaron's tongue at his sphincter, he leaned forward and clamped his drooling mouth over the straining lycra bulge working tongue and lips and teeth in light teasing flicks and nips even as his thumbs dug in along Rodgers' own full nutsack, long fingers trailing down along the older man's taint to tease at the Aaron's jock hole through the fabric, only to run into a surprising point of resistance. Jimmy traced his fingers, harder than necessary, around the firm ring of unknown but suspected material, slapping three fingers sharply against it as he pulled off the lycra covered mound of Aaron's cock. "What's this, then?" fully knowing the answer. Before he could fully back away from Jimmy's sweet, winking hole, Aaron Rodgers felt the stretch and then the rip of the fabric, splaying the lycra wide and offering an unmistakable view of what 'it' was. "I figured it would be okay if I prepped some for you, man. It's been a while since I was in this position." Aaron choked out between choking gasps as Jimmy continued to slap and smack the hard rubber base of the butt plug. Rodgers slumped back against the firmness of the bench, gasping in pain as Garappolo unceremoniously yanked the plug free from the clenching ass, fully knowing his hole was still winking lewdly at the younger man. "Why do you tops always think something this small is going to help you?" he growled as he swiped this tongue, flat and firm along the winking ring of muscle, before jamming his tongue deep inside the gaping entrance, as he threw the pear sized plug aside. Sinking two long fingers into the hole, he pulled his tongue away, digging his other hand into the open bag he had dropped beside them earlier. Gasping out "I think we can find something more appropriate to the task." in the moment before he clamped his lips around Aaron Rodgers' full, furry nutsack; his chin digging sharply into the overheated flesh of the Packer's cock shaft. Aaron gasped loudly at the heat enveloping his balls, letting himself momentarily glory in the feeling before raising his head slowly to once again worship at the tight tangy entrance to Jimmy's hole, noting the feel of the younger mans shifting and then biting and pulling at the ruined fabric of his shorts in a successful attempt to free the achingly hard cock still half trapped by them, the firmness of Jimmy's cheek running the full length of his shaft, the fiery heat of the younger mans breath teasing along as he moved into position thrilled Aaron even as he teased and traced his tongue closer and closer to the jock hole millimeters above him. Part 2 "That's a huge fuckin' cock, man. Long, fat fucker!" Jimmy gasped, "No wonder Clay and Jordy miss you so fuckin' much, stud!" The surprise at the younger mans statement distracted Aaron from the new pressure against his still gaping hole until the last possible second. Jimmy's vacuuming mouth and hotly dancing tongue slipping along the aching flesh of his cock allowed for just enough relaxation that at least two inches of the dildo were buried in Aaron's ass before he fully knew what hit him. To his very great credit though, the older man did not jerk away from the hole he had just reclaimed with his tongue and in fact speared it even deeper and harder as a low sobbing moan sprang from his chest to seemingly echo it's way through Jimmy's ass. The younger man pressed himself harder back against the tongue as he clamped his lips light around the very base of Aaron's massively thick 8+ inch cock, and shoved another several inches of dildo up the Packer's resisting jock ass. Both men riding a wave of pure jock rut that was very much their due and drinking in the scent and taste of each other with a thrilling, wild passion. Aaron could get just enough purchase with his hands against Jimmy's calf muscles to thrill at the strain and play of them as the younger man shifted and pressed his body thrillingly over his own. Back in search of union with the tongue and lips working his greedy hole, forward to slurp and suck at the overheated flesh of the older mans thrillingly thick quarterback cock. The hot, slick pressure of the younger mans own big cock sliding along his furry chest, long enough to ride the full length of the sternum between his firm pecs, trails of freely flowing pre-cum easing the way. The tightening, the clamping of the powerful thighs pressed against his bound shoulders, the steadily increasing impalement of the dildo in Jimmy's sure and steady hand, now feeling deeper inside Aaron than anything he could ever recall. Both men fought back against the rising tide of their lust, even as they sought to push each other farther and farther toward the path of release, needing this to last as long as possible as much as they each needed the soothing heat of the others load on or against or inside them, but both still knowing there was so much more to explore between them. For long, languid, thrilling minutes the two jock studs devoured each other to the very core. Aaron eagerly lapping and digging at Jimmy's clutching, greedy jock snatch, the beautiful hole seeming to milk at his tongue in a way that made Aaron hope he might one day be able to sink his fat cock into it and breed the younger man, even as he knew that he would need a victory in order for that to happen. Jimmy nursing eagerly at the fiery, veiny surface of Aaron's cock, the firm, angry head knocking into his clutching throat at his deepest point of descent, savoring the tangy saltiness of the older man's pre-cum when pulling back to work his tongue over it. Both reveling in the vibrations coursing through the others body against their own in base jock whore need. Aaron Rodgers found he there was just enough slack in his bonds to allow for shallow but thrilling thrusts up into Jimmy Garappolo's wildly sucking mouth. Jimmy eagerly took them in stride, thrilling at the short, sharp crashes of Aaron's pelvic bone against his wide stretched, straining jaw. The Niner let himself sink into the scratchiness of the Packer's hard, furry chest torturing the sensitive flesh of his drooling cock in turn with the full beard needling at his full nutsack in the second before it was mashed painfully, thrillingly against the hard ridge of Aaron's chin, all the while still digging the dildo deeper and deeper into the older mans more and more willing jock hole. For several long moments, Jimmy Garappolo thought that maybe it would be good, and probably considerably better than that, to give Aaron Rodgers the kind of treatment the older man was clearly expecting, but the thought was pushed firmly and suddenly away by his own desire. His own base, desperate need. Whether due to the thrilling thickness of Aaron's cock, or the sudden realization that he needed to pull away right fucking now in order to back himself away from the rapidly approaching edge didn't matter in the least. The Packer stud was stunned with the speed and force of the Niner's leaping away from him to the point his tongue was still hanging out and making fuck motions, and he was still thrusting his cock up into the humid air where Jimmy's mouth had been less than a second ago. Rodgers was still coming to grips with what he knew was about to happen, trying desperately to relax and regain some of his breath, as Jimmy began shifting and repositioning the bench he was strapped to, nesting Aaron into it in a way that confused and yet thrilled the older man. When everything met with the younger man's satisfaction, he moved another step forward, loosely gripping the dildo still buried six or seven inches deep in Aaron's now mostly loose hole, pulling it ever so slightly in and out in teasing motions. The sneer at Aaron's only request sent a shiver rocketing along the older man's spine. "Take it slow at first, man? It's been a long time, but I'll be able to take it after a few seconds." spilled, gaspingly, from the Packer's lips as he fully resigned himself to his fate. "Fuck that! A cock like this needs to be taken all at once, hard and deep, or not at all." The hardness of Jimmy's gaze, the abject resignation in Aaron's mind, the enigmatic smirk replacing the angry sneer on the Niner's handsome face. All of these things conspired to confuse and muddle the Packer's already lust clouded brain. Even as the younger man swung one strong, powerful leg back over the bench, even as he pried Aaron's achingly hard cock up and away from the firm, furry gut, the older man gaped in a fugue state, even as Jimmy Garappolo brought his gaping, spit slick jock hole to bear against Aaron Rodgers' drooling, fat cockhead, the older man stared, slack jawed in confusion and something like awe. A confusion that cleared miraculously, and an awe that increased exponentially as Jimmy Garappolo slammed his NFC Champion jock hole back hard and full onto Aaron Rodgers resoundingly defeated, achingly hard, greedily eager cock. The crushing slam of Jimmy's powerful glutes slapping loudly, bruisingly, against the powerful, straining thighs of the Packer, drew a choking moan from deep within both men, a moan that was drawn out into deep rumbling gasps as the Niner began to clutch and milk along the full length and wide, wide girth of Aaron's grateful flesh, even as the older man continued to gape in greedy, desperate surprise. "100 percent jock bitch, old man. You would be too if you spent more than a year on the same team as Gronk." he gasped out, before adding with a wink, "Even if you hadn't already leaned that way." The hard smile that split Aaron's mouth wide was dripping with lust and need, and was transformed into a deep, laughing groan at the kid's next statement. "Fuck, yes, Jordy must have fucking loved this fat fucking cock." That brief statement was dripping with greed and lust and maybe even a little jealousy at the fact that Jordy had had years of it eagerly, willingly, claiming his hole. Aaron was surprised himself to find a pang of jealousy creeping into his own fuck drunk mind at the knowledge that Gronk had similarly had years to claim this particularly miraculous jock snatch. The two men stared deep and hard into each others eyes as Jimmy continued to clamp and clutch at the fat jock shaft with his talented, muscular jock hole, so much so that it began to seem to Aaron like the continuing clutch and clamp and suck of Jimmy's sphincter would be enough. That is, until Jimmy crashed hard against the older man in bruising, tongue fucking kiss as he began to pull himself up along the thrillingly fat cock buried deep inside him. The second downward thrust of Jimmy's jock ass came, if possible, with even more force than the first and Aaron felt the breath nearly knocked out him as first the younger man's own heavily hard cock slapped against his hard gut, and then the powerful ass slapped loudly against his thighs. As Jimmy Garappolo continued to impale himself hard and full on Aaron Rodger's slick, hard jock shaft, as he continued to shift slightly from side to side, allowing the Packer's cock to stretch his Niner cunt wider still, as he continued to suck and wrestle and fight with the tongue working to claim his mouth, the younger man reached behind himself to once again start working the dildo in the older mans own tightly clutching jock hole. Aaron's grunts at the pressure of the dildo on and over his prostate vibrated inside Jimmy's mouth even as he echoed them back into Aaron's each time the fat fucking sank deep inside him, it's angrily hot and hard crown punishing his own prostate with gleeful, forceful abandon. Jimmy's cock slapped harder and harder against Aaron's furry belly, it's fiery skin seeming nearly at the splitting point as his pre-cum continued to leak out, matting the wiry hair of Aaron's powerful body. The Packer strained harder and harder against his bonds, fingers digging painfully into the straining muscles of the Niner's calves, wishing for the chance to dig into the muscular jock ass riding him even as he contented himself (mostly) with those two or three inches of slack that allowed him to help slam upward against Jimmy's body on each of the younger studs wildly hard downward thrusts. The thrilling, aching crush of Jimmy Garappolo's nuts smashed between their straining, sweating bodies drove the younger man's lusty need higher and higher. Huge hot drops of sweat rained from the Niner's chest onto the Packer's, whose own sweat ran in rivers through the hair and into the valleys between his straining muscles. Aaron Rodgers felt the hard, insistent slap of the younger man's cock splashing slick drops of pre-cum onto his belly, even as larger, ranker drops of his own sweat dripped onto the floor below them. The Packer's nuts pulled tighter and tighter against his body, even as he felt the Niner's thoroughly punished sack tightening up itself between their crushing, crashing weight. Jimmy pulled his upper body suddenly up and away from Aaron's nipping at the rutting Packer's lower lip as he did so, arching his back and straining his arms as he did so. "How close?" "Way to fucking soon, Garappolo!" "Me too, old man." Jimmy drew the dildo nearly all the way out of Aaron's ass, making the older man think for a second that he was going to try to slow things down to make this moment last longer. The Packer watched the Niner wrap forefinger and thumb from his throwing hand around his cock, prying it away from his body and stared slack jawed as the younger man bowed his head in what seemed an impossible way. Aaron Rodgers' gasping, guttural roar could surely be heard in Oakland as the dildo was rammed fully and forcefully back up his relaxed, but unwilling, jock hole. Eight, nine, maybe more inches splitting him open and flattening his prostate in the most thrillingly disturbing way. A roar that shifted lewdly into gasping moans of amazement as Jimmy Garappolo flicked his tongue over the angrily red surface of his own cockhead before clamping around the flaring crown, even as the younger victorious stud continued to slam and slide up and down on Aaron's swelling, fully loaded cock. The second deep, painful thrust of the dildo into his gaping jock hole drove Aaron Rodger's finally and fully over the edge, the painful clutching of his overheated balls followed immediately by the sweet release of seed rocketing along the length of his shaft and breaking free to flood the clutching, pounding jock cunt of Jimmy Garappolo. And still the Packer watched, in rapt splendour as the Niner nursed at his own swelling cockhead. The second bolt of jock scum rocketing out of Aaron's cock was punctuated by the tight, thrillingly painful clamping of Jimmy's greedy hole around the base of his shaft, and Aaron knew that the NFC Champion quarterback was tasting and feeling his own jock scum firing into his mouth. Before he could even fully register his jealousy at not being able to taste his opponents jock load, Aaron watched as Jimmy pulled up and away from his still spewing cock. A long, ropey blast seeming to sizzle as it landed on the Niner's chest and ran thickly down along his abs, three more blasts anointing the Packer's beard and lips and tongue in the seconds before Jimmy's lips and tongue crashed once more against his own, the younger, victorious stud sharing his own hot load with the older, vanquished veteran. Aaron felt his own orgasm subsiding deep within Jimmy's still milking Niner cunt even as he felt the younger man's cock seeping out the last dregs of his own orgasm between them. It took the Packer a few seconds to realize that his arms were once again free as Jimmy rose up and away from him, and only then because the harness holding his chest down was also nearly undone. Reaching up shakily, Aaron tweaked Jimmy's nipples hard, drawing the hoped for clutch of jock sphincter around his now softening cock. "Your are fucking incredible, kid. Miraculous fucking ass, man." As Jimmy hoped it would, the unceremonious ripping away of the dildo from Aaron's unsuspecting ass brought forth another belch of Packer sperm deep inside him. "Fat fucking dick like yours inspires me man. Deep is always good, and you got me there too, but, man, stretch me out wide and I'm fuckin' crazed." Nipping at a clump of his own cum in Aaron's beard, Jimmy once again dug into the bag beside them as he kissed the packer hard one last time. Aaron watched as the kid pulled away again, catching sight of a butt plug in his throwing hand no bigger and certainly no smaller than the one he had used. "I thought a plug that size wasn't enough!" Jimmy grinned, rose quickly off Aaron's cock and just as quickly corked his ass with the plug before shifting to his knees between the Packer's legs. Reaching around to undo the last of the bonds, Garappolo slipped Rodgers' half hard cock back between his lips, nursing out the last dregs of his opponents cum. Aaron's cock twitched, threatening to go right back to hard at the Niner's reply. "For fuck prep it is. For keeping your load in me till I can feed it to Shanahan, it's just about perfect." The Packer's cock lurched even closer to rehardening as Jimmy slammed his original plug back up Rodgers' unprepared ass. Jimmy turned back before opening the door to leave, himself dressed, Aaron still nude and sprawled on the bench, letting the feeling come back into his legs and arms. "I'm almost sorry we won, now. I'd like to know what you can do with that cock when you're the victorious one." "You'll find out next year, kid." "We'll see, old man." </[email protected]> </div></div>
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Date: Tue, 20 Feb 2018 19:36:10 -0600 From: Scott Coffin Subject: Championship Celebrations 1B Gay Male/Celebrity From: scoffinator69 Disclaimer: This story is complete and utter fantasy, and should in no way be believed to say anything definitive about the characters involved, their sexual orientation, or their personal desires. It is 100% about the author thinking that this scenario would be fucking HOT. You should also realize by now that in a fantasy world, everyone is always safe from disease and disfigurement. We do not live in a fantasy world, so do with that knowledge what you will. If you are underage according to your jurisdictions applicable laws (18 or 21 in most cases), please do not read or disseminate this story in anyway. This story is copyrighted by the author as of 02-20-2018 Constructive input and/or encouragement is welcome at [email protected]. Flames will be ignored. I do hope you enjoy this story. Please consider donating to Nifty Archive. The archivist does awesome work here, and doesn't get any support except for our gratitude. Help keep this amazing site open for all of us! Championship Celebrations Chapter 1B: Still More Eagles Locker Room Rutting Author's Note: This series of stories will (hopefully) be updated periodically with stories resulting from various sports championships. Not just football, but basketball, baseball, and maybe even tennis and golf. Possibly collegiate as well as professional. Prologue Carson Wentz was more than a bit distracted as he walked down the short hall alongside his coach. He knew where they were going, and he knew what was going to be happening once they got there. Beyond that, he even knew that he absolutely wanted it all...still. The stud QB had first messed around with his coach at the start of the season, and over the course of the year the two had gotten together only a few times. Then a couple of weeks ago, after defeating the Vikings, he had first gotten together with his teammate and favorite passing target, Zach Ertz. He had long ago settled into something beyond mere acceptance with regard to taking his coach's hard pounding fucks. He had also found that at least a part of his brain, the lusty, more animal part, had been ensnared by the tight clenching of Zach's perfect ass milking his own shank and the feel of his virile quarterback nuts spewing it's load deep inside the tight end's jock ass. The fact that the two players had not been able to have a repeat since didn't matter as the memory more than lingered in the quarterback's psyche. This, though... This was different. First time with both men at once. And first time that he was going to have a taste of the payback that Zach was sure to be unleashing on his injured signal calling ass. Trying to calm the swirl of emotions bouncing off the inside of his skull drew his attentions away from his coach for the briefest of moments as his gaze fell to the windowed door on his left. He stopped short at the sight. Carson Wentz's gaze locked on the lusty display of his teammates Chris Long and Mychal Kendricks double fucking a willing third in a powerful rut in the small storage room. The sweaty jock fucking action was more than enough to make his cock start to unfurl and swell in his pants, but it was the sheer depravity that came with the realization of exactly who that lucky third person was, coupled with the firm but gentle pressure of his coach's palm on the small of his back that held the quarterback fully captive. The quarterback watched as Chris Long helped Mychal Kendricks fuck his own brother, Vikings linebacker Eric before turning his gaze to his coach's statement. "That's fuckin' hot." It was barely a whisper to his ears, but thick with desire as the 49 year old head coach slipped one sure hand under Carson's waistband to cup the younger man's ass. "I don't know if I can do this, coach." "Sure you can, son." came the reply as the broad thumb trailed up along the crack of the jock's ass. "Zach has done more for you here than just about anyone...especially after the injury. You want to pay that back just as much as he wanted to draw you back out of your funk two weeks ago." The quarterback was taken aback by his coach's words, only able to suspect their full meaning. "He told me all about it, Carson. Especially how well you fucked the cum out of him. Don't you think he deserves to do that for you the other way around?" Carson Wentz could only nod in reply as his coach's thick thumb teased over his winking ass lips. Coach Pederson led them down the hall. Part 1 Zach Ertz was on his knees, naked and sweaty, when the two men entered the room. Sprawled on the chair in front of the tight end was newly crowned MVP Nick Foles. Just as naked and just as sweaty, the other Eagle quarterback was in a daze as the tight end sucked his cock. So much of a daze in fact, that he hadn't even noticed the two newcomers. The tight end had though, and determined to put on a show for them as he rose up and off his teammates cock. The massiveness of the nearly foot long jock shaft left both voyeurs gaping as they watched Zach's talented tongue dancing over the surface of the broad, flaring cockhead. Thumb and forefinger holding on around the very base of the towering column of jock flesh, holding it upright as he flicked his tongue just over the ridge teasingly before parting his lips once again to slip himself back down along the entire length. Both Wentz and Pederson could see the steady vibrations coursing through Foles' legs. They noted the rapidness of his breathing under Zach's oral ministrations. Both men felt they knew exactly what trick the cocksucker was using at any given moment based on the groans and gasps emanating from Foles as the QB let himself sink into the blowjob. Pederson was impressed, not just with the ease with which Zach was taking the legendarily massive cock, but with the fact that the tight end had managed to talk the proudly evangelical Foles into it. Wentz, for his part, was pretty sure his back up was not ever going to be able to go completely back from this. That Nick would be drawn back to this feeling, this need, for the rest of his life. Wentz and Pederson continued watching the tremulous vibrations course through Foles' long, powerful frame as Ertz continued sucking the massive QB jock cock. Both the coach and the injured quarterback kept their eyes on the horny sight before them as they stripped, drinking in the vision of MVP quarterback being devoured by stud tight end. Zach felt the quivering of his teammate under and against his own muscular frame. Reveled in the butterflies he could feel along Foles' abdominals under his splayed palm, in feeling the long muscular legs tense and release against his ribs. Felt the big nut sack tightening against his chin, rasping along the scruff there as it drew in on itself in preparation of release. Holding the massive shaft deep in his throat as long as he could each time he impaled himself, Zach smirked to himself at the obvious need roiling in every fiber of his teammate's being, before sliding his tightly pursed lips back up the full length to tease his tongue over the crown of his quarterback's cock. At this moment, as focused as he was on making sure that Nick would always want more of this, he half wished he could feel the other stud quarterback in the room plowing his way through him and fucking his ass. The taste of Foles' pre-cum was surprisingly tangy/sweet on his tongue with just the right hint of salty sharpness. The same salty sharpness he was breathing in from his teammate's bushy moist pubes each time he buried his face in them. The quivering vibrations coursing through Nick Foles' 6'6" frame were growing more intense. The QB's scrotum was pulled tighter against itself, making more insistent pressure on Zach's chin. The tight end reached one pre-cum slickened hand up off his own rock hard cock to cup the balls, coaxing them closer and closer toward release. Doug Pederson and Carson Wentz ceased their stripping as they heard the first gasps of warning from Nick Foles, locking their gazes on the brilliant cocksucking spectacle before them, wanting nothing more right now than watching Nick get his nut in Zach's throat. Zach Ertz increased the suction on the massive quarterback cock spearing into his throat, noting the swelling of the shaft along his tongue as he sucked his cheeks in tight against it, swallowing desperately to milk the cum from the pulsing, swelling nuts under his dancing fingers. As Nick let slip the start of his deepest, lustiest, moan to date, Zach began to slide his head up and off the towering foot of quarterback meat, lips and cheeks suctioning tight against the overheated, iron hard flesh. Massaging the nut sack more firmly in his left hand, he wrapped his right tight around the base of the shaft, squeezing and milking the lower shaft even as he kept sucking the upper, eager to finally taste the fullness of Nick Foles. The slight increase of swelling pressure along his tongue let Zach know it was coming, that the first blast of quarterback baby batter was rocketing toward his achingly hungry tongue. The quarterback roared as his first cumshot spewed forth into Zach's still sucking mouth, followed quickly by two more equal in power and volume. The tight end savored the feel and taste of it washing over his tongue, and sliding into his throat. Five massive shots spewed into Ertz as he drank it all, eagerly, down before impaling himself fully once more, drawing a near seizure from the quarterback as the now painfully sensitive cockhead rasped along the back of the tight end's deep throat. Zach Ertz clamped his lips even tighter around the still hard shaft and drew himself upward with a suctioning fury, pulling the last, voluminous dregs of Nick Foles' cum onto his still eager tongue. As the two came down from the high of their cocksucking frenzy, the two other men in the room came into focus, eliciting very different reactions from them. Nick Foles was struck dumb at the sight of his coach and his fellow quarterback, both naked and powerfully engorged, and dumber still as he looked to Zach and saw only a smiling welcome, a recognition that their being in the room was not only inevitable, but had also been planned. The quarterback's heart was racing dangerously, slowing only slightly as he noted the easy smiles on both faces standing before him and felt the gentle slide of Zach's palm along one thigh as his cucksucking teammate whispered encouragement. "Relax, Nick. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. You wanna walk away, nothing will ever be said about it, but I really think you will enjoy the show if you stay and watch." The slow, tentative nod from the still seated quarterback was meant primarily for Zach, but was directed, pointedly, to their coach. Nick Foles felt goose bumps ripple over his skin as he watched Zach Ertz rise, walk the few steps toward Doug Pederson and Carson Wentz, and kiss each man in turn. The depth of need in all three men apparent even to the novice witnessing it. Nick Foles felt his cock pulse where it hung heavily between his thighs. He felt it begin to rise back up as he watched two men kneel before one of their number. The heavy, massive member unfurled itself rapidly along Nick Foles' thigh as he watched his fellow quarterback inhale the powerful cock of their shared favorite target, his mouth going nearly dry as he watched Carson's lips slide along Zach's hard, veiny length. A jolting pulse of blood through his shaft brought the nearly foot long spike to slap against his abs as he watched his head coach grip and spread the tight end's powerful glutes, and then dive, tongue first into the musty, sweaty depth. Zach Ertz's desperate moan echoed in the small room as Doug Pederson's tongue drove through the lips of the jock ass. Nick was surprised to realize his own tongue was dancing along his lower lip, as if he himself was tasting that deepest part of his stud teammate. Zach's knees gave way a little bit in the face of the dual assault. Carson's tongue tracing it's way thrillingly along the length of his cock, and Doug's masterful tongue fucking of his tight, eager ass. The tight end made sure to keep Nick at least partially in his line of sight, the other quarterback's growing interest in the action turning Zach on just as much as the ministrations of his coach and teammate. Watching the powerful column of jock cock growing once again to full at the sight of two men clamping their mouths onto Zach's midsection told the tight end that Nick was definitely not going to be leaving the room anytime soon, and might, in fact, be drawn willingly back into the unfolding action. Carson's cock pulsed periodically as the quarterback thrilled to the feel and taste of Zach's cock in his avidly sucking mouth. He reveled in the tight end backing away from him toward the tongue in his ass and then reversing his motion to insert his cock fully into the clutching throat. Wentz worked as best he could in tandem with Pederson as the two men tried to hold Ertz in place between them for their cocksucking and rimming actions. The coach knew, though, that given the tight end's lust for cocksucking, that Zach had worked himself up to dangerously high levels of need while he had been servicing Foles, and that neither he nor Carson would be able to spend anything like the amount of time desired devouring Zach orally. The stud head coach nipped and licked at his tight end's ass, savoring the tang of the player's sweat as much as he did the acrid sharpness of the musky jock cunt he was spearing with his tongue. He was about to make a move to pull Carson's face from Zach's cock when the situation righted itself without any help from him. Carson pulled himself away from Zach's cock, and dipped his head lower to lick and suck at the tight end's balls. The removal of the talented lips and tongue from his shank calmed Zach's rising need, and slowed it instead to a steady but less threatening pulsing. Doug Pederson felt occasional, fleeting contact of Carson's tongue along his own as the two men swiped along the ripe, sweaty taint separating them. A more tentative pressure along his right side and at his own groin drew his attentions sharply away from Zach. Nick Foles had moved blindly from the chair to kneel beside his coach, not even aware of the whisper of contact along their sides, and had curled his fingers loosely around the obscenely thick cock of Doug Pederson, hefting the weight of it along his palm and wrist without fully realizing it until his eyes met his coach's and he pulled suddenly back, worried he had taken too much for granted. Pederson kept his eyes locked with Foles' even as he continued tonguing Zach's ass, the 49 year old reached over and grasped the hand of the 29 year old, drawing it back toward his own hard cock, smiling twistedly into Zach's spread jock crack as he felt Nick's hand map the length and width of coach cock, before grasping it fully and stroking it firmly. Doug Pederson's nodding moans of encouragement fed Nick Foles' desire in a way that neither man could have fully anticipated. The sure, steady strokes along the entire length of the coach's cock by the quarterback's talented hand was eased by the copious pre-cum oozing from Pederson's cock. The intensity of the quarterback's ministrations only seemed to increase as Foles leaned in closer to where Pederson's tongue was flicking over Ertz's quivering ass lips. The sight of Nick Foles' pink tongue flickering along his lower lip was too much for Pederson to ignore. The coach pulled away from the tight end to flick his tongue along that of the MVP. Nick Foles reared back involuntarily from the electric shock of tongue on tongue contact with his coach, staring wide eyed at the older man with a need that terrified him, before moving back in a face crashing lunge to lock lips with Doug Pederson. The quarterback's tongue wrestled with the coach's as Foles gave himself up to the power of the sin, hand gripping tighter still on the powerful cock of the older man. At that moment, Doug Pederson knew that he would be able to have Nick Foles whenever and however he wanted, just as he could with Zach and Carson. The full power of that knowledge tore through him like a tsunami as Nick moaned needfully into his mouth. Part 2 Doug Pederson pulled himself away from the thrusting tongue of Nick Foles and gently but insistently turned the younger man's head toward Zach Ertz's still spit slick and gaping ass. He watched the full range of emotions wash over Nick as he drank in the sight before him. The needful hunger. The fearsome, aching apprehension. The knowledge that this was his last possible chance to pull away from this base depravity. The full war of good Nick versus bad Nick. Doug Pederson lessened his grip at the back of Nick Foles' head, smiling now at his back up quarterback as he stroked his fingers softly and lovingly through the short hair. The coach's smile widened and twisted into a leer as Nick moved inexorably closer to his doom. Zach felt the shift and knew without looking that his coach was encouraging one of his quarterback's to take over the rimming even as his other quarterback once again started slipping his lips over his cockhead, eager to suck the fullness back into him. Twisting his head around, Zach Ertz cast his heavy lidded gaze behind as he watched and felt Nick Foles make first contact of tongue to ass. The tight end's entire body trembled at the first flicker over his winking ass. The trembling rolled over into a full on quake as the dam burst in Nick's fevered brain. The tongue drove into him insistently, ravishingly as Zach relaxed his sphincter in the face of the needful invasion. Nick Foles dug his fingers deep and hard into the muscular flesh of Zach Ertz's ass, spreading the jock cheeks wider to allow himself more and better access to slake his thirst. The tight end clamped his own hands tight into the skull of his cocksucker as he speared his way fully into Carson Wentz's eagerly sucking throat. Doug Pederson watched his three stud players shaking with a shared need that drove the temperature around them up to dangerous levels, his own cock pulsing out strings of pre-cum onto the floor beneath him. Shifting slightly to the side, sucking his own fingers into his mouth, laving them liberally with his own spit, he moved them quickly to Carson's ass and sank them deep inside, drawing an echoing moan from the 25 year old that reverberated along the full length of Zach's pulsing cock in his mouth. Doug Pederson drank in the sight before him as long as he dared, knowing that his boys were too turned on to last very long under the current circumstances. Recognizing the rising fire of Zach's dazed expression, the coach pulled his cock from Nick's grip, even as he maneuvered Carson's sucking face back and off of Zach's angrily hard cock. This action moved the tight end to rise up and simultaneously push tighter against the wildly fucking tongue of Nick Foles. The coach let them alone for the moment as he used his ass fucking fingers to urge Carson Wentz up from the floor. The two met in a brief but heated kiss as Pederson maneuvered the nearly healed quarterback to the exam table less than a foot away and laid him back onto it, fingers still splitting the quarterback cunt. Zach watched, drunk with lust, as Doug lowered the table slightly, and then lifted Carson's still healing leg gently up, opening the quarterback's ass for Zach's greedy gaze. The tight end stepped away from the tongue deeply inserted into his ass toward one of his quarterback's even as the other rose behind him and followed. Nick's eyes were trained on the shifting power of the muscled backside he had just had his face eagerly buried in, at a surreptitious nod from his coach, he focused his desire into a sharp point and stepped tight against Zach, pressing himself against the tight end's sweaty back, his massive, achingly hard cock leading the way as he watched the tight end begin to position himself against Carson's quarterback ass. Zach Ertz was momentarily, but fatally, distracted by the feel of his coach's rough palm cupping his ass cheek and pulling it away from it's twin. In the second that he had intended to call out his coach's cock blocking, at the exact moment he was preparing to slip at last into the longed for ass of Carson Wentz, Nick Foles did it for him, and the tight end was left to choke back a swallowing gasp as he felt nearly a foot of evangelical cock plowing it's way into him, and in turn driving him forward to impale the equally evangelical ass of his other stud quarterback. The strangled, sobbing need of both bottoms echoed through the small steamy exam room deep under the Vikings stadium as three champions were united as a single rutting beast, drowned only by the roar of conquest by the jock fucking MVP that was Nick Foles. The surrender to the need the three men shared in this moment, the three sets of eyes rolling back into their skulls was nearly more than Doug Pederson could take as he drank in the depraved sight. The invasion of Zach Ertz's tight ass was echoed by the balking clutch of the ass of Carson Wentz under him. Nick Foles drove his full, massive length deep into the tight end, profoundly high on the dank heat that surrounded his achingly hard shaft as he drove forward and the clasping tightness fighting against each long withdrawal. Zach found his hips moving back with Nick's on the backstrokes, just out of sync enough to be frustrating, as the tight end grew rapidly and irrevocably dependent on the pile driving thrusts of the profoundly hung MVP. On each crashing drive of the top quarterback's cock, the tight end's cock was rocketed erratically, deeply, into the greedy jock snatch of the bottom quarterback. Zach hitched one foot awkwardly onto a thin ridge of metal in hopes of gaining himself better, more secure purchase, desperate to control this mind altering fuck, eager to show Carson that he was as talented a cocksman as he was a bottom, and equally eager to drag Nick to heights unknown with his own greedy cunt. The new position allowed him to spread his ass just that much wider and to lean farther over his bitched out QB as he fucked the tight jock ass clasping his own eight and a half inch prick. More than that though, it gave him leverage to push back against Foles' novice rutting, and after a few attempts, to milk at the foot of MVP cock ruining his ass. Doug Pederson partially climbed onto the table, pulling Carson's dangling head up even as he encouraged Zach's down so that both men could serve his cock with their talented tongues. Carson Wentz gingerly slipped one strong leg around behind Nick Foles, spurring the man on. The feel of his fellow quarterback's thigh muscles tightening served notice of each pile driving thrust into Zach's eager ass, allowing Carson all the time he needed to relax his own sphincter momentarily to allow the tight end's thick cylinder of jock shaft to slam back deep into his own body. The feel of his coach's hand wedging between he and Zach, fingers curling around his cock as he ran his tongue and lips along the fat, bulging shaft of the coach drove Carson to a level of abject lust that he didn't think humanly possible. Twisting his head slightly away from Pederson's grip, Wentz slipped his lips over the flaring crown of the uncut older man, sucking as much of the shaft into his greedy throat as possible, even as he watched Zach's sexy lips and dancing tongue tracing along the remainder of the nine inches of coach cock. Zach and Nick had found a rhythm now, two bone crushing jock fuckers driving themselves together, almost a foot of MVP cock tearing it's way through one of footballs most legendary tight end asses, even as it drove that tight end's cock into another spectacular jock butt, ratcheting up Carson's needful hunger in time with their own. Nick Foles hunched over Zach Ertz's muscular back, sweat raining down on the already slick musculature, as he slid one big hand around and cupped Zach's muscle tit, pinching down instinctively on the pointed nipple. The tight end let slip a deep, rumbling roar at the motion, encouraging his ass ramming quarterback to pinch down and fuck up in harder and harder. His teeth clenched as he pulled up and way from Doug Pederson's exposed cock flesh, eyes locked drunkenly on Carson Wentz slurping as much of that very cock into his face as possible, even as Zach continued driving himself balls deep, crashing bruisingly against the ass raped quarterback's clasping, milking jock cunt. Doug Pederson ripped his swelling, pulsing cock from between Carson Wentz's lips, wanting nothing more than to see his load spew out onto the handsome face and searching tongue. His first shot came abruptly, before he could aim, and fired hotly onto Zach Ertz's chin and jaw, half then dripping back down onto Carson's outstretched tongue at the same time his second pulse of coach semen painted along the other side of the quarterback's face, running along his jawline before letting one small glob fall onto the floor beneath them. Carson's ass clutched tight, strangling around Zach's pile driving cock as the bitched out quarterback's own first blast of cum rocketed forth under the influence of Doug Pederson's tightly gripping fist. The sharp alkaline smell of quarterback cum complimented the feeling of sweaty flesh being further slicked up as it painted the chests of the bottom QB and the tight end. Six full, powerful blasts of Wentz cum answered the five powerful loads of Pederson's, as the quarterback's milking ass muscles drew his top fucker closer to getting his own nut. Zach Ertz hunched further over Carson, sucking their coach's cum off the fucked out stud's lips, chin and jawline, letting himself slip into the inevitability of his own orgasm, feeling the swelling ache rise in his nuts as his cock seemed to grow thicker inside the welcoming jock cunt of one of his stud quarterbacks. Just before the dam burst, the tight end felt the sharpness of teeth in his shoulder as his other stud quarterback drove painfully, fully inside his greedy cunt, biting down in a futile attempt to choke off a sobbing scream. The already massive cock deep inside Zach Ertz's bowels swelled larger still, thicker and longer, it's flesh burning hotter against the tortured tissue of the tight end's ravaged jock cunt. Nick Foles was spewing a drowning load deep inside his tight end's miraculous ass, flooding his cum into the clenching hole with a base desperation that threatened to drive him insane, even as his fucked out bottom bitch was spewing his own load deep inside his fellow quarterback. The smell and heat in the room, the slickness of Zach's sweaty back against his own muscular chest, the encouraging hook of Carson's muscular leg spurring him on and into the tight end, the look of proud, lusty satisfaction on their coach's face when the two locked eyes. These things and more conspired to draw Nick Foles orgasm out in a way that he was sure would have knocked Zach Ertz up if possible. Four sated, fucked out men were tangled together, joined by cocks, still clutching asses, and eager searching tongues, as their breathing slowly began to return to normal, and their pounding hearts slowed in satisfaction. Nick Foles realized that, even after two massive orgasms into Zach Ertz's willing body, his cock was still hard. He would worry about the sinful implications of that later.
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Tue, 20 Feb 2018 19:36:10 -0600 From: Scott Coffin <[email protected]> Subject: Championship Celebrations 1B Gay Male/Celebrity From: scoffinator69 Disclaimer: This story is complete and utter fantasy, and should in no way be believed to say anything definitive about the characters involved, their sexual orientation, or their personal desires. It is 100% about the author thinking that this scenario would be fucking HOT. You should also realize by now that in a fantasy world, everyone is always safe from disease and disfigurement. We do not live in a fantasy world, so do with that knowledge what you will. If you are underage according to your jurisdictions applicable laws (18 or 21 in most cases), please do not read or disseminate this story in anyway. This story is copyrighted by the author as of 02-20-2018 Constructive input and/or encouragement is welcome at [email protected]. Flames will be ignored. I do hope you enjoy this story. Please consider donating to Nifty Archive. The archivist does awesome work here, and doesn't get any support except for our gratitude. Help keep this amazing site open for all of us! Championship Celebrations Chapter 1B: Still More Eagles Locker Room Rutting Author's Note: This series of stories will (hopefully) be updated periodically with stories resulting from various sports championships. Not just football, but basketball, baseball, and maybe even tennis and golf. Possibly collegiate as well as professional. Prologue Carson Wentz was more than a bit distracted as he walked down the short hall alongside his coach. He knew where they were going, and he knew what was going to be happening once they got there. Beyond that, he even knew that he absolutely wanted it all...still. The stud QB had first messed around with his coach at the start of the season, and over the course of the year the two had gotten together only a few times. Then a couple of weeks ago, after defeating the Vikings, he had first gotten together with his teammate and favorite passing target, Zach Ertz. He had long ago settled into something beyond mere acceptance with regard to taking his coach's hard pounding fucks. He had also found that at least a part of his brain, the lusty, more animal part, had been ensnared by the tight clenching of Zach's perfect ass milking his own shank and the feel of his virile quarterback nuts spewing it's load deep inside the tight end's jock ass. The fact that the two players had not been able to have a repeat since didn't matter as the memory more than lingered in the quarterback's psyche. This, though... This was different. First time with both men at once. And first time that he was going to have a taste of the payback that Zach was sure to be unleashing on his injured signal calling ass. Trying to calm the swirl of emotions bouncing off the inside of his skull drew his attentions away from his coach for the briefest of moments as his gaze fell to the windowed door on his left. He stopped short at the sight. Carson Wentz's gaze locked on the lusty display of his teammates Chris Long and Mychal Kendricks double fucking a willing third in a powerful rut in the small storage room. The sweaty jock fucking action was more than enough to make his cock start to unfurl and swell in his pants, but it was the sheer depravity that came with the realization of exactly who that lucky third person was, coupled with the firm but gentle pressure of his coach's palm on the small of his back that held the quarterback fully captive. The quarterback watched as Chris Long helped Mychal Kendricks fuck his own brother, Vikings linebacker Eric before turning his gaze to his coach's statement. "That's fuckin' hot." It was barely a whisper to his ears, but thick with desire as the 49 year old head coach slipped one sure hand under Carson's waistband to cup the younger man's ass. "I don't know if I can do this, coach." "Sure you can, son." came the reply as the broad thumb trailed up along the crack of the jock's ass. "Zach has done more for you here than just about anyone...especially after the injury. You want to pay that back just as much as he wanted to draw you back out of your funk two weeks ago." The quarterback was taken aback by his coach's words, only able to suspect their full meaning. "He told me all about it, Carson. Especially how well you fucked the cum out of him. Don't you think he deserves to do that for you the other way around?" Carson Wentz could only nod in reply as his coach's thick thumb teased over his winking ass lips. Coach Pederson led them down the hall. Part 1 Zach Ertz was on his knees, naked and sweaty, when the two men entered the room. Sprawled on the chair in front of the tight end was newly crowned MVP Nick Foles. Just as naked and just as sweaty, the other Eagle quarterback was in a daze as the tight end sucked his cock. So much of a daze in fact, that he hadn't even noticed the two newcomers. The tight end had though, and determined to put on a show for them as he rose up and off his teammates cock. The massiveness of the nearly foot long jock shaft left both voyeurs gaping as they watched Zach's talented tongue dancing over the surface of the broad, flaring cockhead. Thumb and forefinger holding on around the very base of the towering column of jock flesh, holding it upright as he flicked his tongue just over the ridge teasingly before parting his lips once again to slip himself back down along the entire length. Both Wentz and Pederson could see the steady vibrations coursing through Foles' legs. They noted the rapidness of his breathing under Zach's oral ministrations. Both men felt they knew exactly what trick the cocksucker was using at any given moment based on the groans and gasps emanating from Foles as the QB let himself sink into the blowjob. Pederson was impressed, not just with the ease with which Zach was taking the legendarily massive cock, but with the fact that the tight end had managed to talk the proudly evangelical Foles into it. Wentz, for his part, was pretty sure his back up was not ever going to be able to go completely back from this. That Nick would be drawn back to this feeling, this need, for the rest of his life. Wentz and Pederson continued watching the tremulous vibrations course through Foles' long, powerful frame as Ertz continued sucking the massive QB jock cock. Both the coach and the injured quarterback kept their eyes on the horny sight before them as they stripped, drinking in the vision of MVP quarterback being devoured by stud tight end. Zach felt the quivering of his teammate under and against his own muscular frame. Reveled in the butterflies he could feel along Foles' abdominals under his splayed palm, in feeling the long muscular legs tense and release against his ribs. Felt the big nut sack tightening against his chin, rasping along the scruff there as it drew in on itself in preparation of release. Holding the massive shaft deep in his throat as long as he could each time he impaled himself, Zach smirked to himself at the obvious need roiling in every fiber of his teammate's being, before sliding his tightly pursed lips back up the full length to tease his tongue over the crown of his quarterback's cock. At this moment, as focused as he was on making sure that Nick would always want more of this, he half wished he could feel the other stud quarterback in the room plowing his way through him and fucking his ass. The taste of Foles' pre-cum was surprisingly tangy/sweet on his tongue with just the right hint of salty sharpness. The same salty sharpness he was breathing in from his teammate's bushy moist pubes each time he buried his face in them. The quivering vibrations coursing through Nick Foles' 6'6" frame were growing more intense. The QB's scrotum was pulled tighter against itself, making more insistent pressure on Zach's chin. The tight end reached one pre-cum slickened hand up off his own rock hard cock to cup the balls, coaxing them closer and closer toward release. Doug Pederson and Carson Wentz ceased their stripping as they heard the first gasps of warning from Nick Foles, locking their gazes on the brilliant cocksucking spectacle before them, wanting nothing more right now than watching Nick get his nut in Zach's throat. Zach Ertz increased the suction on the massive quarterback cock spearing into his throat, noting the swelling of the shaft along his tongue as he sucked his cheeks in tight against it, swallowing desperately to milk the cum from the pulsing, swelling nuts under his dancing fingers. As Nick let slip the start of his deepest, lustiest, moan to date, Zach began to slide his head up and off the towering foot of quarterback meat, lips and cheeks suctioning tight against the overheated, iron hard flesh. Massaging the nut sack more firmly in his left hand, he wrapped his right tight around the base of the shaft, squeezing and milking the lower shaft even as he kept sucking the upper, eager to finally taste the fullness of Nick Foles. The slight increase of swelling pressure along his tongue let Zach know it was coming, that the first blast of quarterback baby batter was rocketing toward his achingly hungry tongue. The quarterback roared as his first cumshot spewed forth into Zach's still sucking mouth, followed quickly by two more equal in power and volume. The tight end savored the feel and taste of it washing over his tongue, and sliding into his throat. Five massive shots spewed into Ertz as he drank it all, eagerly, down before impaling himself fully once more, drawing a near seizure from the quarterback as the now painfully sensitive cockhead rasped along the back of the tight end's deep throat. Zach Ertz clamped his lips even tighter around the still hard shaft and drew himself upward with a suctioning fury, pulling the last, voluminous dregs of Nick Foles' cum onto his still eager tongue. As the two came down from the high of their cocksucking frenzy, the two other men in the room came into focus, eliciting very different reactions from them. Nick Foles was struck dumb at the sight of his coach and his fellow quarterback, both naked and powerfully engorged, and dumber still as he looked to Zach and saw only a smiling welcome, a recognition that their being in the room was not only inevitable, but had also been planned. The quarterback's heart was racing dangerously, slowing only slightly as he noted the easy smiles on both faces standing before him and felt the gentle slide of Zach's palm along one thigh as his cucksucking teammate whispered encouragement. "Relax, Nick. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. You wanna walk away, nothing will ever be said about it, but I really think you will enjoy the show if you stay and watch." The slow, tentative nod from the still seated quarterback was meant primarily for Zach, but was directed, pointedly, to their coach. Nick Foles felt goose bumps ripple over his skin as he watched Zach Ertz rise, walk the few steps toward Doug Pederson and Carson Wentz, and kiss each man in turn. The depth of need in all three men apparent even to the novice witnessing it. Nick Foles felt his cock pulse where it hung heavily between his thighs. He felt it begin to rise back up as he watched two men kneel before one of their number. The heavy, massive member unfurled itself rapidly along Nick Foles' thigh as he watched his fellow quarterback inhale the powerful cock of their shared favorite target, his mouth going nearly dry as he watched Carson's lips slide along Zach's hard, veiny length. A jolting pulse of blood through his shaft brought the nearly foot long spike to slap against his abs as he watched his head coach grip and spread the tight end's powerful glutes, and then dive, tongue first into the musty, sweaty depth. Zach Ertz's desperate moan echoed in the small room as Doug Pederson's tongue drove through the lips of the jock ass. Nick was surprised to realize his own tongue was dancing along his lower lip, as if he himself was tasting that deepest part of his stud teammate. Zach's knees gave way a little bit in the face of the dual assault. Carson's tongue tracing it's way thrillingly along the length of his cock, and Doug's masterful tongue fucking of his tight, eager ass. The tight end made sure to keep Nick at least partially in his line of sight, the other quarterback's growing interest in the action turning Zach on just as much as the ministrations of his coach and teammate. Watching the powerful column of jock cock growing once again to full at the sight of two men clamping their mouths onto Zach's midsection told the tight end that Nick was definitely not going to be leaving the room anytime soon, and might, in fact, be drawn willingly back into the unfolding action. Carson's cock pulsed periodically as the quarterback thrilled to the feel and taste of Zach's cock in his avidly sucking mouth. He reveled in the tight end backing away from him toward the tongue in his ass and then reversing his motion to insert his cock fully into the clutching throat. Wentz worked as best he could in tandem with Pederson as the two men tried to hold Ertz in place between them for their cocksucking and rimming actions. The coach knew, though, that given the tight end's lust for cocksucking, that Zach had worked himself up to dangerously high levels of need while he had been servicing Foles, and that neither he nor Carson would be able to spend anything like the amount of time desired devouring Zach orally. The stud head coach nipped and licked at his tight end's ass, savoring the tang of the player's sweat as much as he did the acrid sharpness of the musky jock cunt he was spearing with his tongue. He was about to make a move to pull Carson's face from Zach's cock when the situation righted itself without any help from him. Carson pulled himself away from Zach's cock, and dipped his head lower to lick and suck at the tight end's balls. The removal of the talented lips and tongue from his shank calmed Zach's rising need, and slowed it instead to a steady but less threatening pulsing. Doug Pederson felt occasional, fleeting contact of Carson's tongue along his own as the two men swiped along the ripe, sweaty taint separating them. A more tentative pressure along his right side and at his own groin drew his attentions sharply away from Zach. Nick Foles had moved blindly from the chair to kneel beside his coach, not even aware of the whisper of contact along their sides, and had curled his fingers loosely around the obscenely thick cock of Doug Pederson, hefting the weight of it along his palm and wrist without fully realizing it until his eyes met his coach's and he pulled suddenly back, worried he had taken too much for granted. Pederson kept his eyes locked with Foles' even as he continued tonguing Zach's ass, the 49 year old reached over and grasped the hand of the 29 year old, drawing it back toward his own hard cock, smiling twistedly into Zach's spread jock crack as he felt Nick's hand map the length and width of coach cock, before grasping it fully and stroking it firmly. Doug Pederson's nodding moans of encouragement fed Nick Foles' desire in a way that neither man could have fully anticipated. The sure, steady strokes along the entire length of the coach's cock by the quarterback's talented hand was eased by the copious pre-cum oozing from Pederson's cock. The intensity of the quarterback's ministrations only seemed to increase as Foles leaned in closer to where Pederson's tongue was flicking over Ertz's quivering ass lips. The sight of Nick Foles' pink tongue flickering along his lower lip was too much for Pederson to ignore. The coach pulled away from the tight end to flick his tongue along that of the MVP. Nick Foles reared back involuntarily from the electric shock of tongue on tongue contact with his coach, staring wide eyed at the older man with a need that terrified him, before moving back in a face crashing lunge to lock lips with Doug Pederson. The quarterback's tongue wrestled with the coach's as Foles gave himself up to the power of the sin, hand gripping tighter still on the powerful cock of the older man. At that moment, Doug Pederson knew that he would be able to have Nick Foles whenever and however he wanted, just as he could with Zach and Carson. The full power of that knowledge tore through him like a tsunami as Nick moaned needfully into his mouth. Part 2 Doug Pederson pulled himself away from the thrusting tongue of Nick Foles and gently but insistently turned the younger man's head toward Zach Ertz's still spit slick and gaping ass. He watched the full range of emotions wash over Nick as he drank in the sight before him. The needful hunger. The fearsome, aching apprehension. The knowledge that this was his last possible chance to pull away from this base depravity. The full war of good Nick versus bad Nick. Doug Pederson lessened his grip at the back of Nick Foles' head, smiling now at his back up quarterback as he stroked his fingers softly and lovingly through the short hair. The coach's smile widened and twisted into a leer as Nick moved inexorably closer to his doom. Zach felt the shift and knew without looking that his coach was encouraging one of his quarterback's to take over the rimming even as his other quarterback once again started slipping his lips over his cockhead, eager to suck the fullness back into him. Twisting his head around, Zach Ertz cast his heavy lidded gaze behind as he watched and felt Nick Foles make first contact of tongue to ass. The tight end's entire body trembled at the first flicker over his winking ass. The trembling rolled over into a full on quake as the dam burst in Nick's fevered brain. The tongue drove into him insistently, ravishingly as Zach relaxed his sphincter in the face of the needful invasion. Nick Foles dug his fingers deep and hard into the muscular flesh of Zach Ertz's ass, spreading the jock cheeks wider to allow himself more and better access to slake his thirst. The tight end clamped his own hands tight into the skull of his cocksucker as he speared his way fully into Carson Wentz's eagerly sucking throat. Doug Pederson watched his three stud players shaking with a shared need that drove the temperature around them up to dangerous levels, his own cock pulsing out strings of pre-cum onto the floor beneath him. Shifting slightly to the side, sucking his own fingers into his mouth, laving them liberally with his own spit, he moved them quickly to Carson's ass and sank them deep inside, drawing an echoing moan from the 25 year old that reverberated along the full length of Zach's pulsing cock in his mouth. Doug Pederson drank in the sight before him as long as he dared, knowing that his boys were too turned on to last very long under the current circumstances. Recognizing the rising fire of Zach's dazed expression, the coach pulled his cock from Nick's grip, even as he maneuvered Carson's sucking face back and off of Zach's angrily hard cock. This action moved the tight end to rise up and simultaneously push tighter against the wildly fucking tongue of Nick Foles. The coach let them alone for the moment as he used his ass fucking fingers to urge Carson Wentz up from the floor. The two met in a brief but heated kiss as Pederson maneuvered the nearly healed quarterback to the exam table less than a foot away and laid him back onto it, fingers still splitting the quarterback cunt. Zach watched, drunk with lust, as Doug lowered the table slightly, and then lifted Carson's still healing leg gently up, opening the quarterback's ass for Zach's greedy gaze. The tight end stepped away from the tongue deeply inserted into his ass toward one of his quarterback's even as the other rose behind him and followed. Nick's eyes were trained on the shifting power of the muscled backside he had just had his face eagerly buried in, at a surreptitious nod from his coach, he focused his desire into a sharp point and stepped tight against Zach, pressing himself against the tight end's sweaty back, his massive, achingly hard cock leading the way as he watched the tight end begin to position himself against Carson's quarterback ass. Zach Ertz was momentarily, but fatally, distracted by the feel of his coach's rough palm cupping his ass cheek and pulling it away from it's twin. In the second that he had intended to call out his coach's cock blocking, at the exact moment he was preparing to slip at last into the longed for ass of Carson Wentz, Nick Foles did it for him, and the tight end was left to choke back a swallowing gasp as he felt nearly a foot of evangelical cock plowing it's way into him, and in turn driving him forward to impale the equally evangelical ass of his other stud quarterback. The strangled, sobbing need of both bottoms echoed through the small steamy exam room deep under the Vikings stadium as three champions were united as a single rutting beast, drowned only by the roar of conquest by the jock fucking MVP that was Nick Foles. The surrender to the need the three men shared in this moment, the three sets of eyes rolling back into their skulls was nearly more than Doug Pederson could take as he drank in the depraved sight. The invasion of Zach Ertz's tight ass was echoed by the balking clutch of the ass of Carson Wentz under him. Nick Foles drove his full, massive length deep into the tight end, profoundly high on the dank heat that surrounded his achingly hard shaft as he drove forward and the clasping tightness fighting against each long withdrawal. Zach found his hips moving back with Nick's on the backstrokes, just out of sync enough to be frustrating, as the tight end grew rapidly and irrevocably dependent on the pile driving thrusts of the profoundly hung MVP. On each crashing drive of the top quarterback's cock, the tight end's cock was rocketed erratically, deeply, into the greedy jock snatch of the bottom quarterback. Zach hitched one foot awkwardly onto a thin ridge of metal in hopes of gaining himself better, more secure purchase, desperate to control this mind altering fuck, eager to show Carson that he was as talented a cocksman as he was a bottom, and equally eager to drag Nick to heights unknown with his own greedy cunt. The new position allowed him to spread his ass just that much wider and to lean farther over his bitched out QB as he fucked the tight jock ass clasping his own eight and a half inch prick. More than that though, it gave him leverage to push back against Foles' novice rutting, and after a few attempts, to milk at the foot of MVP cock ruining his ass. Doug Pederson partially climbed onto the table, pulling Carson's dangling head up even as he encouraged Zach's down so that both men could serve his cock with their talented tongues. Carson Wentz gingerly slipped one strong leg around behind Nick Foles, spurring the man on. The feel of his fellow quarterback's thigh muscles tightening served notice of each pile driving thrust into Zach's eager ass, allowing Carson all the time he needed to relax his own sphincter momentarily to allow the tight end's thick cylinder of jock shaft to slam back deep into his own body. The feel of his coach's hand wedging between he and Zach, fingers curling around his cock as he ran his tongue and lips along the fat, bulging shaft of the coach drove Carson to a level of abject lust that he didn't think humanly possible. Twisting his head slightly away from Pederson's grip, Wentz slipped his lips over the flaring crown of the uncut older man, sucking as much of the shaft into his greedy throat as possible, even as he watched Zach's sexy lips and dancing tongue tracing along the remainder of the nine inches of coach cock. Zach and Nick had found a rhythm now, two bone crushing jock fuckers driving themselves together, almost a foot of MVP cock tearing it's way through one of footballs most legendary tight end asses, even as it drove that tight end's cock into another spectacular jock butt, ratcheting up Carson's needful hunger in time with their own. Nick Foles hunched over Zach Ertz's muscular back, sweat raining down on the already slick musculature, as he slid one big hand around and cupped Zach's muscle tit, pinching down instinctively on the pointed nipple. The tight end let slip a deep, rumbling roar at the motion, encouraging his ass ramming quarterback to pinch down and fuck up in harder and harder. His teeth clenched as he pulled up and way from Doug Pederson's exposed cock flesh, eyes locked drunkenly on Carson Wentz slurping as much of that very cock into his face as possible, even as Zach continued driving himself balls deep, crashing bruisingly against the ass raped quarterback's clasping, milking jock cunt. Doug Pederson ripped his swelling, pulsing cock from between Carson Wentz's lips, wanting nothing more than to see his load spew out onto the handsome face and searching tongue. His first shot came abruptly, before he could aim, and fired hotly onto Zach Ertz's chin and jaw, half then dripping back down onto Carson's outstretched tongue at the same time his second pulse of coach semen painted along the other side of the quarterback's face, running along his jawline before letting one small glob fall onto the floor beneath them. Carson's ass clutched tight, strangling around Zach's pile driving cock as the bitched out quarterback's own first blast of cum rocketed forth under the influence of Doug Pederson's tightly gripping fist. The sharp alkaline smell of quarterback cum complimented the feeling of sweaty flesh being further slicked up as it painted the chests of the bottom QB and the tight end. Six full, powerful blasts of Wentz cum answered the five powerful loads of Pederson's, as the quarterback's milking ass muscles drew his top fucker closer to getting his own nut. Zach Ertz hunched further over Carson, sucking their coach's cum off the fucked out stud's lips, chin and jawline, letting himself slip into the inevitability of his own orgasm, feeling the swelling ache rise in his nuts as his cock seemed to grow thicker inside the welcoming jock cunt of one of his stud quarterbacks. Just before the dam burst, the tight end felt the sharpness of teeth in his shoulder as his other stud quarterback drove painfully, fully inside his greedy cunt, biting down in a futile attempt to choke off a sobbing scream. The already massive cock deep inside Zach Ertz's bowels swelled larger still, thicker and longer, it's flesh burning hotter against the tortured tissue of the tight end's ravaged jock cunt. Nick Foles was spewing a drowning load deep inside his tight end's miraculous ass, flooding his cum into the clenching hole with a base desperation that threatened to drive him insane, even as his fucked out bottom bitch was spewing his own load deep inside his fellow quarterback. The smell and heat in the room, the slickness of Zach's sweaty back against his own muscular chest, the encouraging hook of Carson's muscular leg spurring him on and into the tight end, the look of proud, lusty satisfaction on their coach's face when the two locked eyes. These things and more conspired to draw Nick Foles orgasm out in a way that he was sure would have knocked Zach Ertz up if possible. Four sated, fucked out men were tangled together, joined by cocks, still clutching asses, and eager searching tongues, as their breathing slowly began to return to normal, and their pounding hearts slowed in satisfaction. Nick Foles realized that, even after two massive orgasms into Zach Ertz's willing body, his cock was still hard. He would worry about the sinful implications of that later. </[email protected]> </div></div>
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Date: Wed, 18 Apr 2018 17:45:19 -0500 From: Scott Coffin Subject: Championship Celebrations 1C Disclaimer: This story is complete and utter fantasy, and should in no way be believed to say anything definitive about the characters involved, their sexual orientation, or their personal desires. It is 100% about the author thinking that this scenario would be fucking HOT. You should also realize by now that in a fantasy world, everyone is always safe from disease and disfigurement. We do not live in a fantasy world, so do with that knowledge what you will. If you are underage according to your jurisdictions applicable laws (18 or 21 in most cases), please do not read or disseminate this story in anyway. This story is copyrighted by the author as of 04-18-2018 Constructive input and/or encouragement is welcome at [email protected]. Flames will be ignored. I do hope you enjoy this story. Please consider donating to Nifty Archive. The archivist does awesome work here, and doesn't get any support except for our gratitude. Help keep this amazing site open for all of us! Championship Celebrations Chapter 1C: Eagles "D" Piling On (includes light bondage and golden showers) (Sorry it has taken me so long to write this one. Hope you enjoy.) Author's Note: This series of stories will (hopefully) be updated periodically with stories resulting from various sports championships. Not just football, but basketball, baseball, and maybe even tennis and golf. Possibly collegiate as well as professional. Prologue He had put the inevitable off for as long as he could, hoping they would give up on it and let it slide. He should have known better, of course. Just like he should have known better than to put the possibility out there in the first place. The drive into Philadelphia had been miserable, not only had the weather been cold and wet and crappy for t he entire journey, but he found himself completely incapable of making himself believe that the coiled tension coursing through his body was because he was delivering himself into a situation that he didn't want. The frustration of the trip rose higher inside him with every text, seeking a status update, from his former teammate. Scratch that. The frustration of the trip rose higher up inside him solely because each text from his former teammate sent an electric jolt straight to his undrained, jock encased nuts. Undrained because he had been told that he was not allowed to cum for three full days. Jock encased because he had been told to wear the one he had been wearing when he had been defeated. When he told his former teammate that he had already washed it, he had been instructed to wear it, and work out in it, for the three days he was not allowed to cum. By the time he hit the exit he had been told to take, the interior of his sports car was ripe with jock smell. He would never admit that that was the reason he was half hard for the last 70 or so miles of the journey. And he hated the smirking assuredness of his former teammate as he was being strapped into the sling in the backroom of a nondescript and vacant commercial building. He had, fleetingly, hoped that Chris Long might keep this from getting too far out of hand, but the former Patriot and current Eagle was showing far too much twisted joy at Tom Brady's current situation. The five Eagle defenders had all been naked and in varying states of arousal when Tom had entered the room, the Patriot signal caller unable to judge in his mind the heft and length and girth these men would carry once they were all fully hard and using him. As he had stripped himself down to the rank, moist jock strap, he had cast furtive glances around the room at them, hoping to see sings of them being impressed, desperate to register any kind of awe in their eyes as they witnessed his self sacrifice. The fact that none was forthcoming, and that that acceptance sent a jolting shock through his cock and balls was a realization about himself that Tom Brady tried fruitlessly to cover up, to bury deep. He hoped against hope that the shivering vibrations running through his body were unnoticed by the five, now all nearly fully hard, Eagles. He was Tom FUCKING Brady! This is NOT the way these men should be reacting in the lead up to this moment. What he was offering these men was a fucking privilege, and they were treating it as a fucking right! That it was, actually, a right and that they had more than earned in Minneapolis sent a quivering wave rolling through his gut that he could not convince himself was nausea. Part 1 Looking around the room now as he made his way to the sling, trying for a look of defiance and knowing he failed miserably, he saw the men looking back at him, smirking. DE's Brandon Graham and Chris Long, LB's Kamu Grugier-Hill and Mychal Kendricks, and CB Jalen Mills. Their cocks all heavily hung, nutsacks obviously overloaded and ready to breed, their bodies glistening with a fine glow of sweat. More than half a ton of jock muscle ready to use him. Well over three feet of jock cock ready to fuck his quarterback ass into oblivion. As Chris Long took hold of his throwing arm to pull him back into the sling, Tom Brady realized two things almost simultaneously. One, there was no way that anybody in the room could miss the sudden spread of goose flesh racing across his upper body at the touch of Chris' hand. Two, that his seven inch cock was painfully, fully hard in the sweaty jock, and would be undeniable the second his back hit the leather straps of the sling. He tried to shake those thoughts out of his head, but only managed to send another jolt to his nuts as he plastered a gaping look of drunkenness onto his face. Catching the shift in the look Mychal Kendricks was giving him, Brady knew what was coming even before the linebacker opened his mouth. "You just go ahead and try to show us you don't want this, Tommy. Everybody in this room knows it ain't true. And you know better than anyone else you ain't gonna be able to walk outta here believing it yourself." The sound of the linebacker's growling declaration, coupled with the barely noticeable chuckle from Chris Long near his ear seemed to grab the quarterback's gut in a vice and then twist. The bead of pre-cum pulsing through the mesh of his jock caught the light accusingly as Tom Brady let his head fall back, his arms now strapped firmly in as his former teammate moved to secure his legs. The humid air of the room sweeping across his taint and hole as they were raised and pulled apart sent another shock to his nuts, another pulse of pre-cum to moisten the already damp jock pouch. The pressure of warm flesh along his shoulder drew his gaze quickly to the right., his field of vision overwhelmed by the sleek muscle of a man's lower abdominals, punctuated by the sharply etched bones of the pelvis, and on along to a massive ten inch cock. Tom Brady's tongue flickered along his lower lip before he could stop it, the chuckle from above spread a blush of embarrassment across most of his upper body. Jerking to shift his gaze away from the proudly engorged jock shaft, he met the smiling face of Jalen Mills as the cornerback shook his head slightly. It was the last thing Brady saw as the blindfold was placed over his eyes. The clinking of the buckle securing it coincided with the buckling of the last restraint around his other leg. Tom Brady was completely and utterly helpless. He actually felt every bit of the journey as the next pulse of pre-cum oozed it's way out of his cock head. For several long, anxiety inducing minutes nothing happened. The Patriot quarterback was aware only of the breathing of the five men standing around him, his own breathing, and the dull, steady pulsing of his own hard cock, trapped as it was under the ever dampening mesh of his sweaty jock. Occasionally, he thought he detected movement among the circling Eagles. Several times he tried to discern whether he was feeling a whisper of a touch by one of them, or if it was merely the humid air moving around him. The sound of someone near or maybe between his legs hawking to gather a wad of spit tore through the silent room in the fleeting second before he felt it hit precisely on it's intended target. The contact sent a seizure like motion rocketing through his body as he felt it slide down along his taint, over his jock hole, and dropping onto the floor, the soft chuckles of the five other men should have pissed him off, as it was he couldn't even manage to be angry at the betrayal of his own body as his cock gave a violent pulse inside it's mesh prison. The slight sharpness of a fingernail tracing over his quivering pucker sent another series of vibrations through his body, the rough feel of a fingertip gliding across a nipple brought with it a realization of how painfully hard they were, and had probably been since before he had taken off his shirt. Now it's twin was pinched violently between another man's thumb and forefinger, eliciting a grunt of pain that infuriatingly finished as something more like a moan of pleasure. The palm of a large, rough hand slid up his inner thigh with painful slowness, it's thumb tracing tantalizingly along the edge of his jock's pouch where it met the sensitive skin there. Another finger slid, feather light, along his lower lip, making contact with his tongue as he let his mouth open involuntarily. When that finger slid deeper into his mouth, even as his lips closed around it, Brady began lightly sucking at it, whimpering around it even before he fully realized what he was doing. The digits trailing around the edges of his jock hole stopped their furtive motions, and then were quickly slipped into him with only the last feeble drops of spit for lube. The quarterback found himself sucking harder on the finger still in his mouth, reflexively tracing his tongue over and around the surface of it as he continued moaning. Another hand reached to his ass, palm flattening on the muscular glute and pulling it away, a spit soaked thumb powering it's way into him alongside the two other digits. Brady was sure that it was two different men currently digging into his ass. He knew for certain that they had to both be feeling his clutching channel along the lengths of their digits, knew what he was revealing about himself in this moment, and would have been terrified of it if the lips and teeth had not clamped around one of his aching nipples. Had not the finger in his mouth been withdrawn, only to be replaced immediately with a massive set of jock nuts the second he had thought to open his mouth in protest. The strong, musky aroma of the sweaty Eagle nutsack being lowered onto his searching tongue sent Tom Brady that much farther along the road from the point of acceptance of his current circumstance and closer to an acknowledgment of the base need he had always been able to keep buried before. The nutsack in his mouth muffled his scream of pain when the clamping, scraping lips and teeth were removed from his achingly hard nipple, only to have the cold, sharp feel of metal clamp down hard on both it and it's twin. The twisted laughing coming from the Eagles surrounding him were punctuated by another finger driving it's way into his ass, the pressure against his side telling him that this had to be a third man digging his way into the helpless quarterback snatch. The body above him began to pull and shift away, moving the tasty, sweaty nutsack from his mouth, the unseen man's hands turning his head to the other side, even as Brady felt the body moving the opposite way. A massively thick, uncut cock spread his lips wide as his face was fucked full with a dizzying suddenness. The quarterback thought for a second that it was Chris Long fucking his face, but the smoothness of his face fucker's pubic bone put that thought to rest when it crashed against his face. Long must be one of the three men currently finger fucking him. As the cock in his mouth set up a steady rhythm of throat fucking, two wads of spit were hawked onto his quivering hole, easing slightly the pain of the digital ravaging, allowing the fingers inside him to now be used to pry him apart, opening him wider for their perverted use. With a practiced, fluid motion, his face was ripped away from the throat ravaging cock in the same second that one was crammed inside his still digitally impaled snatch. Three strong fingers held his jock hole wide as the thick, hard, dry cock tore through his sphincter and buried itself inside him. His scream of pain at the tearing harshness of the entry was choked off as his head was swung forcefully to the other side, and another cock claimed his throat. The scratching burn of the fur rasping along his inner thighs and grinding against his taint told him that his fucker had to be his former teammate. Brady had seen before the fiery pink flesh of his teammate's inner thighs after they had taken a ride on Long's thick fuck shaft. The nearly bloody, almost rug burned flesh of both Edelman and Amendola that had driven both men to try to beg off when Tom had come for his turn, the tell tale scratches that appeared periodically around Gronk's lips and over his chin, telling Tom that the DE had throat fucked the doofy TE without mercy. The quarterback felt his cock pulse dangerously as the furry pubes of his fucker ground harder against his smooth taint. Felt his balls tighten against the base of his achingly hard seven incher as the stud began to pull back away from him. Felt a groan escape around the cock in his mouth when he realized whoever was face fucking him had only just bottomed out deep in his throat. This face fucker had to be Jalen Mills. No one else in the room had had anything like his length, and had also all appeared notably thicker than the cornerback, still the 6'1" 24 year old had a massively flaring cock head crowning his ten inch shaft, a cock head that was currently running rough shod over Brady's gag reflex. A cock head that seemed to be oozing pre-cum in a constant stream, somewhat salving the ravaged throat, tempting the quarterback to swallow, his throat muscles working and releasing along the long, long shaft drawing a deep moan from the face fucking Eagle. Chris Long continued power fucking Tom Brady's tight jock ass, driving hard into the man before ripping himself nearly all the way out again. Raking his eyes up along his former teammate's body, he watched Jalen Mills and Brandon Graham taking turns on his pouting, gaping mouth. The lithe conerback and the beefy thick defensive end moving the quarterback's head like a rag doll between them as they tag teamed his throat. Shaking the sweat off his brow as he continued piledriving his way it and out of Brady's ass, Long looked at his other two teammate's. Mychal Kendicks pulled on the chain attached to the tightly clamping alligator clips attached to Tom's nipples, the linebacker's eight inch cock pulsing at the sight of the quarterback's body being rocked by the sensory overload. On the other side of the sling, Kamu Grugier-Hill had one big hand clamped tight over Brady's jock encased nutsack. Long knew that the younger linebacker had a god given talent for just nearly crushing a guys nuts, having lost a bet that the 23 year old would not be able to get him off just by manipulating his balls. That time Long had come a second time in less than an hour as Kamu had powerfucked his own thick nine incher up the DE's tight ass. A thick nine incher that was now bobbing and weaving in the open air as the youngest Eagle in the room continued to elicit sharp moaning gasps from the quarterback's cock stuffed lips with his sadistic ball handling. The twisted grin spread across Kamu's face as he carried on with his task drove Chris to fuck harder and harder into Tom's tightly clutching ass. The four other Eagles in the room did their best to divide their attentions between the responses ripping through Brady's body, and the piledriving fuck Long was throwing into it. Chris had told them all he was going to cum quick at the start, he had been looking forward to this for too fucking long to last very long at the beginning, but knew too, that he would have a second load for the quarterback. Kendricks and Graham recognized the signs of Long's impending orgasm, having seen it close up before as he had fucked each of them. The linebacker grabbed the defensive ends head, and pulled it closer, crashing their lips together as Chris' thrusts became staccato, the two stud's wrestled their tongues together for a few seconds before Kendricks pulled away and then forced Chris over toward his fellow linebacker, watching Kamu sink into the bliss of Chris Long grunting through his pounding orgasm. The DE's body twisted and crashed against the quarterback's as shot after shot of jock sperm flooded into Tom Brady's jock ass. Kamu Grugier-Hill was laughing into Chris Long's mouth at the sight of it all, the kiss slid into something deeper, something with considerably more meaning as Chris slipped a hand loosely along the back of the 23 year old's neck before he started to pull away. Mychal Kendricks gave his fellow linebacker a high sign nod to take over for Long as the DE started to pull out of the cum soaked quarterback ass. Brandon Graham moved away from Brady's face to take up the on deck position. Jalen Mills pulled his cock out of the quarterback's mouth and held his head in position as he moved to the other side. Kendricks, still holding the chain for the nipple clamps slipped his wide cockhead between Brady's lips, chuckling and lightly yanking on the chain as the quarterback began reflexively suckling at the jock shaft. The first load firing up his ass had seemed to slow things down a bit, had seemed to take the edge off as he nursed lazily at the cock in his mouth, torn between whether it would be better to clench his ass tight, trying to hold Long's massive load inside him, or relaxing and letting it slip out of his ass, freeing it to run along his crack. As Kamu Grugier-Hill moved into Chris' position, the defensive end moved to take up Mychal's spot, only to be stopped by the tight clasp of Kamu's fist on his cock. The younger linebacker gripped the sensitive shaft tightly, dragging his rough palm up the length of the still nearly hard shaft to gather the dregs of Long's load, the younger man held the gaze of the older as he smeared the cum along his own shaft. Long's smile widened as the two men moved into their new spots. Part 2 For his part, Tom Brady had not fully realized the ache that Chris' cock had left behind until he felt a strong and steady pressure against his legs as a new man slipped himself in between them. All five of the Eagle studs laughed at the sight below them as the Patriot signal caller desperately, instinctually, tried to shift his ass onto the next cock in line. The QB was so dazed in his own base lust that it took him some time to realize that what they were laughing at was his pathetic attempts to somehow swing the sling in a way that would allow his next bull to access his needy jock hole. In spite of his need, Brady felt the flash of anger burning on his cheeks and spreading across his chest, he knew that his skin was showing the hot reddish pink of his infamous petulance to the more powerful men surrounding him. And yet. Even as he let that wash over him to the point where he started to choke out a grunt that he hoped would sound somehow assertive, the overheated cock deep in his throat was unceremoniously ripped free, allowing the desperately angry scream to die in his throat as it turned into a pleading moan as Kamu's powerful cock slammed it's way through his winking ass lips, sinking deep into his greedy snatch in a single tearing, jarring stroke. Nine fat inches of Eagle cock plowed it's way through a copious wad of jock cum that had been deposited less than a minute before, squelching a fair amount back out as the quarterback's ass welcomed it's ravaging power. The grunt of anger continued to slide into a long moan of desire even as his head was turned once again and impaled on the long, proudly crowned cock of Jalen Mills. Even as he sucked eagerly at the younger man's length, the cock on the other side of his face was slapped hard along his cheek and jaw. Fingers tangled in his short hair, gripping painfully to pull him back away from the base of the throat fucking spear before being slammed mack against the smooth pubic bone of his face fucker. The big, powerful hands of his bull dug deep and hard into his well secured and widely spread thighs as he was fucked deep and hard by the thick shaft. The full weight of the moment dawned slowly as Brady realized the men using him were not really even moving themselves. The two tightly gripping hands working over his jock encased cock and balls were not in any way squeezing or releasing around him. The digging crush of the hands on his thighs were merely holding tight to his bruising flesh, and along with the hand digging painfully into his scalp, yanking his head back and forth along the massive throat raping cock was being used only to move him. He, Tom Brady, one of (if not the) greatest quarterbacks of all time was being used as nothing more than a fuck puppet by five powerful rutting beasts. He had been reduced to nothing more than a vessel. A shell whose only possible purpose was to take in and absorb bull Eagle semen. Kamu Grugier-Hill and Jalen Mills felt the change first, probably even before the quarterback himself fully acknowledged it, as the body impaled on their cocks slipped into a deeper and more complete acceptance. The clutch in Brady's spincter was smoother, more eager to assist in milking the cock running roughshod over and through it. The Patriot's tongue snaked more avidly along the shank of jock meat battering the back of his throat. The desperate moans turned to whimpers emanating from the spit roasted fuck slut. The other three men in the room saw the 40 year old's body relax into the action as his muscles unclenched and his cock throbbed inside it's mesh prison. Kamu felt the tightening grip working his shaft, desperate to milk the cum forth and absorb the essence of the rutting man power driving over his prostate. "Bitch is gonna blow his nut!" The cry echoed around the room as the five Eagles trained their sight on Brady's wildly pulsing jock pouch. Chris Long found himself to be back to full hardness as he watched the blasts of cum pulse out through the sweaty, dank mesh, counting five powerful blasts of the bitch load before bending over to vacuum as much as possible into his own drooling mouth, holding the elixir on his tongue. Mychal Kendricks realized too late that in his desperation to sink his own cock into the quarterback's mouth that he had pulled Tom's head away from Jalen's cock at the worst possible moment for his teammate. Three massive, powerful blasts of cum flooded onto Brady's face as Jalen Mills reached his first orgasm of the day, the quarterback's tongue wagged in a desperate attempt to swallow something other than air. Seeing what he had done, Kendricks swooped low to suck the last of his teammate's load direct from the source before beginning to lap the rest off Tom Brady's face. Having gathered most of the creamy, tangy cum, he mashed his lips hard against the quarterback's, slipping his cum covered tongue roughly inward to transfer most of the load to where it belonged. Brady's moan into his mouth was one of desperate gratitude and continued even as the linebacker began to move around the quarterback's head to the other side. Pulling away and rising up, eager to sink his cock back into the talented throat, Kendricks was met with a welcome interruption. Chis Long moved quickly off of and away from Brady's packed jock pouch and opened his mouth as he moved closer to the quarterback's lips. The other men in the room saw a first trickle of the frothy spit/cum cocktail drip into Brady's mouth before Long clamped himself against the Patriot's puffy and bruised lips. Kamu Grugier-Hill barely had time to pull himself free of the milking jock snatch as he watched his stud teammate snowballing the quarterback's own load back into his mouth. Brandon Graham moved into position, power driving his way into Brady's still milking snatch with barely a beat missed. The quarterback groaned into his former teammate's mouth at the harder, sharper intrusion of the rock hard and iron hot cock. The groan turned into a long, low moan as Long pulled away from the still searching lips and tongue. "That last was yours, buddy." The pervertedly thankful gasp from the quarterback was choked off as Chris Long turned Tom Brady's head away from him, and Mychal Kendricks drove his shaft into the wildly salivating throat. Brandon Graham checked his stroke, holding himself a split second before driving in perfect rhythm with his teammate. The sharp, powerful, bone etched groins of Graham and Kendricks slammed hard against Brady's sweaty flesh as the sound of the joint impalement echoed around the room. The two men impaling him began to slowly shift their positions even as they continued driving themselves deeply, intoxicatingly into him. Then, with a suddenness that was dangerously disorienting, Brady felt the already tenuous support beneath him slip quickly away. It took him even a few more seconds to realize that he was still suspended after the dizzying feeling of falling had stopped. What had come quicker to him was that the cock in his mouth had been removed and that the men nearest his head were moving into different positions. When the blunt, leaking crown of cock touched his lips, he found that it was only his head that had lost it's support. As he let his lips part, eager to be nursing once again at Eagle stud meat, he realized the implications of this new positioning. Tom Brady recognized the cock now raping his throat as belonging to Chris Long as much by the tangy, musky aroma of the man's sweat as by the wildly scratching pubes now mashing against his upper lip and chin. The fact that his former teammate was leaning over him was confirmed the the stinging, steaming drops of jock sweat dripping onto his upper torso and throat. Any lingering doubts about the power of any of these Eagle bulls was snuffed out as Long and Graham began yanking at the sling, rocking back and forth between them hard so that the quarterback's body was more like a small boat being swung between massive ocean waves. The entirety of the Patriot's body was moving relentlessly fore and aft between two equally powerful cocks as his impalement ratcheted up yet another few notches. Eight plus rock hard inches of jock cock drove into and slipped away from his body as he was moved at their mercy and their mercy only. Jalen and Kamu were as surprised as the fuck slut as they gripped at and nearly crushed his still achingly hard and pulsing cock and nutsack. Mychal Kendicks continuted yanking on the chain in his unrelenting grip, digging the clamps tighter and harder into the quarterback's diamond hard nipples. Moving with a practiced precision, Kendricks and Long tag teamed Brady's throat, reveling in the pressure of his increasing moans as Grugier-Hill and Mills sank their long, rough fingers into the eager jock cunt in turn, sliding in along Graham's still hard driving shaft as the stud DE fucked the whimpering quarterback. The two finger fucking Eagles felt the swelling of Graham's cock at the same time as the bitched out QB did. Long and Kendricks caught sight of the eroding rhythm of their teammate's fuck strokes in the last few seconds before the roar ripped from the rutting bulls chest and reverberated around the over heated rankness of the temporary fuck den. The already amply thick shaft swelled to nearly impossible girth before it began pulsing out it's load of jock scum deep into the legendary quarterback ass. Four massive pulses of jock spew soothed the battered tissues of his ravaged ass even as the wildly digging fingers alongside the powerful shaft helped to churn it around inside him. The tearing free of that cock from his clutching hole brought forth a cum laden belch that would have embarrassed him if he had the ability to feel anything anymore, beyond the need to be humiliated by these stud jocks. The shifting around his head, the removal of the throat raping cock at that end was followed by something new. Something that he had only ever done as a sense of duty whenever he had used Edelman or Amendola. The sharper, duskier tang of the sweat washing over his wildly searching tongue shifted something inside him he didn't ever know was possible as he found his head being yanked up once again by the hair forcing his lips to clamp around a moist and winking asshole, his tongue driving inward on instinctual need. The coppery, acrid taste of a commanding, controlling jock ass grinding and sliding over his million dollar face, his abject hunger only heightened by the invasion of yet another massive Eagle cock tearing through his nearly ruined jock cunt. Part 3 The depravity of the scene should have disquieted the man watching it from a dark corner of the room, instead it brought forth a steady, vibrating hum up from his overloaded nuts and along his long, achingly hard cock. He allowed himself a few tentative rubs of his palm over the sweatpants covered shaft as he watched his legendary foe slip further and further into debasement. Seeing his defensive teammates using this prideful, arrogant man...watching them turn him into a quivering, mewling bitch for their use...brought a twisted and sinful smile to his lips. Chris Long yanked up hard at the short cropped hair, forcing Brady's tongue and lips tighter and deeper against the sweaty ass of Kamu Grugier-Hill. Brandon Graham slammed his full, and nearly still hard, cock sharply against one of the quarterback's already tortured and still painfully clamped nipples. Mychal Kendricks continued working the chain in his hand, digging the metal teeth of those clamps deeper into the nearly torn and angrily pink nubs. Jalen Mills sank his long sleek shaft deep and hard into the gaping jock cunt that had fought, briefly but valiantly, against it's first impalement less than an hour ago, and was now vacuuming jock cock eagerly, greedily, deep into it. The sling continued to be shifted between the man riding the handsome face and the cock power fucking into the smallish but muscular jock ass. The silent witness was glad to see Kendricks accelerate the action as the thickly muscled linebacker slipped to long, thick fingers deep into the muscular bubble butt of Jalen Mills, his grin widened as he saw the initial balking at the invasion, before the younger man let himself slip easily between the clutching jock cunt of the ruined quarterback and the digging, fucking digits of the linebacker. Mychal himself was loving watching his teammate fuck the bitch quarterback, so much so that he knew if he didn't speed things up, he was going to dump his own load well before he even started pressing against Brady's greedy, clutching jock ass that he had to start diddling his teammate's own muscular ass. He knew from experience that virtually any contact with Mills jock hole while he was buried balls deep in another jock snatch would drive the younger man over the edge quicker than he may have wanted, but would also cause that much more powerful of an orgasm. The linebacker knew he had made the right decision when his teammate turned, heavy lidded, toward him. "More, Mychal...give me more!" Kendricks sank a third finger deep into his teammate, feeling the younger man's body began to vibrate and shake against his own even as Mills continued to steadily, powerfully fuck deep into Brady's milking ass. Feeling the tightening along his fingers as it came in wave after wave, Mychal knew that Jalen was spewing his seed deep into the quarterback where it mingled eagerly along with Long's and Graham's earlier loads. Kamu pulled his ass of Tom's face and swung around quickly, driving his scary thick nine inch cock deep into the quarterback's mouth and throat, even as Jalen dragged his ten inch shaft quickly out of the jock's cunt. As the throat fucking stud above him power fucked his face, a fifth new cock tore through his ass lips and sank deep inside him. Brady was surprised at the wave of melancholy sweeping over him at the thought that this ravaging gang fuck was apparently nearing an end. The bone crashing thrusts into him had long ago turned from torturous pain to welcomed, humiliating pleasure. The desire coursing through his veins was decidedly nowhere near sated. The only thing the quarterback could think at this point was that he didn't want this to end. That he needed to continue to be used, violently and unrelentingly, by these men. The driving thickness of the cock in his cunt drove him higher and higher as it churned the three loads of jock cum already inside him. Nearly his entire being was centered on milking the next load of bull jock cum into his thrillingly, beautifully sore and ravaged guts. The rest of his being concentrated it's desire on the massive thick shaft tearing into his raw throat, hoping like mad to be fed it's virile jock load. The bliss washed over him as both cocks began to swell and pulse bigger and thicker still inside him, even as the jock gods those cocks were attached to continued fucking deep into and tearing powerfully away from his greedy mouth and snatch. The silent witness rose and moved toward the rutting mass before him, hitching his sweatpants under his full and churning nutsack and raising his shirt from the front to hook it over and behind his head. He got a thrilling burst of pride as he registered the awe in his teammate's eyes at the sight of his foot long cock. He drank in the sight of the thickly muscular ass of Mychal Kendricks as it clutched and released with each fuck thrust deep into Tom Brady's ass. The hard slapping thuds of Brandon Graham's, Chris Long's and Jalen Mills' cocks as the three studs beat their bottom jock bitch with over two feet of combined cock sent a profound vibration rocketing around his fevered and horny mind. The wet, viscous slurping of Brady's lips and tongue eagerly milking at Kamu Grugier-Hill's proud, thick, face fucking cock sent a jolting pulse rocketing along the length of his shaft. Mychal Kendricks pulled out and moved away from Tom Brady's cunt, nodding to sixth Eagle to take his place. "You didn't cum yet" the silent witness finally spoke. "Nah, man...wanna shoot on his worthless cock when you breed him." The four other Eagles in the room smiled as they watched the tremor course through their teammate's long, lean, impossibly well hung body. Tom Brady barely registered the shifting of the other men's bodies as he continued nursing eagerly at the cock head resting now on his tongue, desperate that one of the pulses coursing through the flesh would soon feed him the load he so greedily desired. The cock of his fifth bull top was sliding pleasingly back inside him, the familiar thickness lulling him into a sense of accomplishment before he realized, far too late, that something was different. The shaft continued it's long fuck stroke for far too long, the bluntness of the head was disorientingly unfamiliar, the grip on his thighs was somehow softer even while it was more insistent. The cock kept sinking slowly into him, drawing a series of deep, guttural moans from deep within him to vibrate along the few inches of jock cock still dancing along his tongue. The tenor of the room had completely changed. The hand slipping under to cup his head was almost cradling it. The cock in his mouth was removed gently instead of being torn free. The heavy beating of the other four cocks slapping along his torso and throat ceased. His head was raised up and the blindfold removed almost reverently, but even then the sharpness of being exposed to the light so suddenly fucked with his mind in a way that threatened a complete break with reality. Above him, the long, leanly muscled frame of Nick Foles was ringed in a halo of bright white fluorescence as his fellow quarterback continued to slide inside him. The protest that he had not agreed to this died on his lips as the last two inches of Foles obscenely massive cock ground itself into his now thoroughly ruined cunt. Any rational thought he might have had left withered as he watched, almost frightened, as Nick's leering, twisted grin curdled into a look of nearly demonic lust. Watching the 6'6" stud rise to full height above him somehow made the not that much shorter Brady shrink nearly to nothingness. Feeling the massive cock slip slowly back through his ass on the back stroke hammered home the debasement these men had so deftly put him through. As the blunt tipped crown of his fellow QB's cock stopped it's withdrawal just inside his puffy jock cunt, his head was quickly released to drop back, the startled gasp choked off as Kamu Grugier-Hill's cock was once again slipped between his lips. The cocks paused there, holding position for a few fleeting seconds before the two men crashed forward from opposite directions, impaling Tom Brady fore and aft with a crushing force that made everything before seem like the gentlest of carresses. And even as he tried to work up a protest somehow, Tom Brady slipped into the glory of being nothing more than a pair of holes to be used by stronger and more powerful men. If his throat and jock cunt had been greedy in their milking before, they were now also powerfully eager in their need to be fed and bred. Where the heavy, thudding slaps of hard jock flesh had before been bruising in their steady rhythm, they now also rose goose bumps on his sweaty, overheated flesh. Where before his reactions to these men had been informed by what his body wanted, they were now ruled by a cold, desperate need that threatened to remake him completely. His body, battered and used as it was, floated thrillingly in the midst of the shifting sling that supported it as his aching cunt was painfully, powerfully impaled, only to then have it ripped back and nearly out of his body as the obscenely thick shaft at his face threatened to suffocate him on each of it's own throat fucking strokes. Somewhere in the midst of it all was the knowledge that his cock had never been harder than it was now under the insistent, squeezing grip of the hand covering it. The aching pain in his overloaded nuts as they were twisted and nearly crushed under another man's tightly choking grasp did nothing to change the fact that Tom Brady was about tot shoot the biggest single load of his life, even as that pain continued to ratchet up, inspiring a wave of nausea to well up in his gut. And still the men fucking him at each end continued to drive harder and harder into him. Continued to tear themselves more and more wildly nearly back out of him. To his dying day, Tom Brady will swear that he felt the collective roar of his bulls before he actually heard it. Two hugely hung men crashed deeply into his ruined jock bitch body as their cocks swelled to even more obscene proportions. The cock in his raw, ruined throat spewed forth it's initial blast of cum, soothing him momentarily even as it swelled and spewed again and again, stretching his already puffy, bruised lips with each drowning shot. The metal clamps tearing at his tits dug in deeper still, threatening to rip his nipples clean off as the chain connecting them was suddenly pulled in opposing directions. The hands pulverizing his desperate cock and aching nuts squeezed tighter still for the briefest of seconds before releasing him. The Patriot quarterback felt his first blast of cum rocket along his cock as the Eagle quarterback's first blast pulsed out deep inside his bloodied bowels. Foles blasted five more shots of championship cum into Brady's cunt as Brady himself fired off seven powerful blasts of his own, forcing it's way through the mesh of his (now considered very lucky) jock strap. As the cock in his throat was once again ripped away from him, he felt Eagle cum, hot and slick, raining down on him from either side. And tried desperately, futilely to raise his head wishing to see as much of the final act of his debasement as possible, only to dejectedly give up before the next wave of hot liquid hit his body. Clamping his lips tight against the flow from above him, disbelieving of what was happening at first, Brady felt the hot spray of the piss of two men washing over him and mingling with the cum that had anointed him courtesy of the other three. He couldn't even feel disgusted with himself as his tongue slipped between his lips to meet the flow from above as it flowed down along his face and into his hair. Something like a sense of accomplishment, maybe even pride, washed over him as he registered the mellow heat of the piss on his searching tongue, and the strangely cooling sensation of it over saturating his already soaked and rank jock strap, the combination of the depraved sensations sent two more delayed pulses of cum from his balls, only to be washed away unnoticed by the other men. The flow had stopped, the massive quarterback cock of Nick Foles had slipped from deep inside him, long before his tongue slipped back between his lips and he let his head droop once again, hanging back off his shoulders at the end of his thrillingly aching neck. He sensed the men around him dressing themselves slowly and shuffling their way quietly out the door he had come through barely more than an hour and a half before. One wrist was quickly and assuredly freed from it's restraint, and he heard his former teammate's voice, low and quiet at his ear. "You can get the rest of the buckles yourself. The door will lock itself when you leave." As Tom Brady heard Chris Long move away from him, startled by the heavy slam of the door shutting behind him, the sharp reek of piss and sweat and cum came into ball tingling focus as they merged on his nose. Even the ache deep in his bones, in his every muscle, wasn't enough to make him think this had been anything other than totally worth it.
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Wed, 18 Apr 2018 17:45:19 -0500 From: Scott Coffin <[email protected]> Subject: Championship Celebrations 1C Disclaimer: This story is complete and utter fantasy, and should in no way be believed to say anything definitive about the characters involved, their sexual orientation, or their personal desires. It is 100% about the author thinking that this scenario would be fucking HOT. You should also realize by now that in a fantasy world, everyone is always safe from disease and disfigurement. We do not live in a fantasy world, so do with that knowledge what you will. If you are underage according to your jurisdictions applicable laws (18 or 21 in most cases), please do not read or disseminate this story in anyway. This story is copyrighted by the author as of 04-18-2018 Constructive input and/or encouragement is welcome at [email protected]. Flames will be ignored. I do hope you enjoy this story. Please consider donating to Nifty Archive. The archivist does awesome work here, and doesn't get any support except for our gratitude. Help keep this amazing site open for all of us! Championship Celebrations Chapter 1C: Eagles "D" Piling On (includes light bondage and golden showers) (Sorry it has taken me so long to write this one. Hope you enjoy.) Author's Note: This series of stories will (hopefully) be updated periodically with stories resulting from various sports championships. Not just football, but basketball, baseball, and maybe even tennis and golf. Possibly collegiate as well as professional. Prologue He had put the inevitable off for as long as he could, hoping they would give up on it and let it slide. He should have known better, of course. Just like he should have known better than to put the possibility out there in the first place. The drive into Philadelphia had been miserable, not only had the weather been cold and wet and crappy for t he entire journey, but he found himself completely incapable of making himself believe that the coiled tension coursing through his body was because he was delivering himself into a situation that he didn't want. The frustration of the trip rose higher inside him with every text, seeking a status update, from his former teammate. Scratch that. The frustration of the trip rose higher up inside him solely because each text from his former teammate sent an electric jolt straight to his undrained, jock encased nuts. Undrained because he had been told that he was not allowed to cum for three full days. Jock encased because he had been told to wear the one he had been wearing when he had been defeated. When he told his former teammate that he had already washed it, he had been instructed to wear it, and work out in it, for the three days he was not allowed to cum. By the time he hit the exit he had been told to take, the interior of his sports car was ripe with jock smell. He would never admit that that was the reason he was half hard for the last 70 or so miles of the journey. And he hated the smirking assuredness of his former teammate as he was being strapped into the sling in the backroom of a nondescript and vacant commercial building. He had, fleetingly, hoped that Chris Long might keep this from getting too far out of hand, but the former Patriot and current Eagle was showing far too much twisted joy at Tom Brady's current situation. The five Eagle defenders had all been naked and in varying states of arousal when Tom had entered the room, the Patriot signal caller unable to judge in his mind the heft and length and girth these men would carry once they were all fully hard and using him. As he had stripped himself down to the rank, moist jock strap, he had cast furtive glances around the room at them, hoping to see sings of them being impressed, desperate to register any kind of awe in their eyes as they witnessed his self sacrifice. The fact that none was forthcoming, and that that acceptance sent a jolting shock through his cock and balls was a realization about himself that Tom Brady tried fruitlessly to cover up, to bury deep. He hoped against hope that the shivering vibrations running through his body were unnoticed by the five, now all nearly fully hard, Eagles. He was Tom FUCKING Brady! This is NOT the way these men should be reacting in the lead up to this moment. What he was offering these men was a fucking privilege, and they were treating it as a fucking right! That it was, actually, a right and that they had more than earned in Minneapolis sent a quivering wave rolling through his gut that he could not convince himself was nausea. Part 1 Looking around the room now as he made his way to the sling, trying for a look of defiance and knowing he failed miserably, he saw the men looking back at him, smirking. DE's Brandon Graham and Chris Long, LB's Kamu Grugier-Hill and Mychal Kendricks, and CB Jalen Mills. Their cocks all heavily hung, nutsacks obviously overloaded and ready to breed, their bodies glistening with a fine glow of sweat. More than half a ton of jock muscle ready to use him. Well over three feet of jock cock ready to fuck his quarterback ass into oblivion. As Chris Long took hold of his throwing arm to pull him back into the sling, Tom Brady realized two things almost simultaneously. One, there was no way that anybody in the room could miss the sudden spread of goose flesh racing across his upper body at the touch of Chris' hand. Two, that his seven inch cock was painfully, fully hard in the sweaty jock, and would be undeniable the second his back hit the leather straps of the sling. He tried to shake those thoughts out of his head, but only managed to send another jolt to his nuts as he plastered a gaping look of drunkenness onto his face. Catching the shift in the look Mychal Kendricks was giving him, Brady knew what was coming even before the linebacker opened his mouth. "You just go ahead and try to show us you don't want this, Tommy. Everybody in this room knows it ain't true. And you know better than anyone else you ain't gonna be able to walk outta here believing it yourself." The sound of the linebacker's growling declaration, coupled with the barely noticeable chuckle from Chris Long near his ear seemed to grab the quarterback's gut in a vice and then twist. The bead of pre-cum pulsing through the mesh of his jock caught the light accusingly as Tom Brady let his head fall back, his arms now strapped firmly in as his former teammate moved to secure his legs. The humid air of the room sweeping across his taint and hole as they were raised and pulled apart sent another shock to his nuts, another pulse of pre-cum to moisten the already damp jock pouch. The pressure of warm flesh along his shoulder drew his gaze quickly to the right., his field of vision overwhelmed by the sleek muscle of a man's lower abdominals, punctuated by the sharply etched bones of the pelvis, and on along to a massive ten inch cock. Tom Brady's tongue flickered along his lower lip before he could stop it, the chuckle from above spread a blush of embarrassment across most of his upper body. Jerking to shift his gaze away from the proudly engorged jock shaft, he met the smiling face of Jalen Mills as the cornerback shook his head slightly. It was the last thing Brady saw as the blindfold was placed over his eyes. The clinking of the buckle securing it coincided with the buckling of the last restraint around his other leg. Tom Brady was completely and utterly helpless. He actually felt every bit of the journey as the next pulse of pre-cum oozed it's way out of his cock head. For several long, anxiety inducing minutes nothing happened. The Patriot quarterback was aware only of the breathing of the five men standing around him, his own breathing, and the dull, steady pulsing of his own hard cock, trapped as it was under the ever dampening mesh of his sweaty jock. Occasionally, he thought he detected movement among the circling Eagles. Several times he tried to discern whether he was feeling a whisper of a touch by one of them, or if it was merely the humid air moving around him. The sound of someone near or maybe between his legs hawking to gather a wad of spit tore through the silent room in the fleeting second before he felt it hit precisely on it's intended target. The contact sent a seizure like motion rocketing through his body as he felt it slide down along his taint, over his jock hole, and dropping onto the floor, the soft chuckles of the five other men should have pissed him off, as it was he couldn't even manage to be angry at the betrayal of his own body as his cock gave a violent pulse inside it's mesh prison. The slight sharpness of a fingernail tracing over his quivering pucker sent another series of vibrations through his body, the rough feel of a fingertip gliding across a nipple brought with it a realization of how painfully hard they were, and had probably been since before he had taken off his shirt. Now it's twin was pinched violently between another man's thumb and forefinger, eliciting a grunt of pain that infuriatingly finished as something more like a moan of pleasure. The palm of a large, rough hand slid up his inner thigh with painful slowness, it's thumb tracing tantalizingly along the edge of his jock's pouch where it met the sensitive skin there. Another finger slid, feather light, along his lower lip, making contact with his tongue as he let his mouth open involuntarily. When that finger slid deeper into his mouth, even as his lips closed around it, Brady began lightly sucking at it, whimpering around it even before he fully realized what he was doing. The digits trailing around the edges of his jock hole stopped their furtive motions, and then were quickly slipped into him with only the last feeble drops of spit for lube. The quarterback found himself sucking harder on the finger still in his mouth, reflexively tracing his tongue over and around the surface of it as he continued moaning. Another hand reached to his ass, palm flattening on the muscular glute and pulling it away, a spit soaked thumb powering it's way into him alongside the two other digits. Brady was sure that it was two different men currently digging into his ass. He knew for certain that they had to both be feeling his clutching channel along the lengths of their digits, knew what he was revealing about himself in this moment, and would have been terrified of it if the lips and teeth had not clamped around one of his aching nipples. Had not the finger in his mouth been withdrawn, only to be replaced immediately with a massive set of jock nuts the second he had thought to open his mouth in protest. The strong, musky aroma of the sweaty Eagle nutsack being lowered onto his searching tongue sent Tom Brady that much farther along the road from the point of acceptance of his current circumstance and closer to an acknowledgment of the base need he had always been able to keep buried before. The nutsack in his mouth muffled his scream of pain when the clamping, scraping lips and teeth were removed from his achingly hard nipple, only to have the cold, sharp feel of metal clamp down hard on both it and it's twin. The twisted laughing coming from the Eagles surrounding him were punctuated by another finger driving it's way into his ass, the pressure against his side telling him that this had to be a third man digging his way into the helpless quarterback snatch. The body above him began to pull and shift away, moving the tasty, sweaty nutsack from his mouth, the unseen man's hands turning his head to the other side, even as Brady felt the body moving the opposite way. A massively thick, uncut cock spread his lips wide as his face was fucked full with a dizzying suddenness. The quarterback thought for a second that it was Chris Long fucking his face, but the smoothness of his face fucker's pubic bone put that thought to rest when it crashed against his face. Long must be one of the three men currently finger fucking him. As the cock in his mouth set up a steady rhythm of throat fucking, two wads of spit were hawked onto his quivering hole, easing slightly the pain of the digital ravaging, allowing the fingers inside him to now be used to pry him apart, opening him wider for their perverted use. With a practiced, fluid motion, his face was ripped away from the throat ravaging cock in the same second that one was crammed inside his still digitally impaled snatch. Three strong fingers held his jock hole wide as the thick, hard, dry cock tore through his sphincter and buried itself inside him. His scream of pain at the tearing harshness of the entry was choked off as his head was swung forcefully to the other side, and another cock claimed his throat. The scratching burn of the fur rasping along his inner thighs and grinding against his taint told him that his fucker had to be his former teammate. Brady had seen before the fiery pink flesh of his teammate's inner thighs after they had taken a ride on Long's thick fuck shaft. The nearly bloody, almost rug burned flesh of both Edelman and Amendola that had driven both men to try to beg off when Tom had come for his turn, the tell tale scratches that appeared periodically around Gronk's lips and over his chin, telling Tom that the DE had throat fucked the doofy TE without mercy. The quarterback felt his cock pulse dangerously as the furry pubes of his fucker ground harder against his smooth taint. Felt his balls tighten against the base of his achingly hard seven incher as the stud began to pull back away from him. Felt a groan escape around the cock in his mouth when he realized whoever was face fucking him had only just bottomed out deep in his throat. This face fucker had to be Jalen Mills. No one else in the room had had anything like his length, and had also all appeared notably thicker than the cornerback, still the 6'1" 24 year old had a massively flaring cock head crowning his ten inch shaft, a cock head that was currently running rough shod over Brady's gag reflex. A cock head that seemed to be oozing pre-cum in a constant stream, somewhat salving the ravaged throat, tempting the quarterback to swallow, his throat muscles working and releasing along the long, long shaft drawing a deep moan from the face fucking Eagle. Chris Long continued power fucking Tom Brady's tight jock ass, driving hard into the man before ripping himself nearly all the way out again. Raking his eyes up along his former teammate's body, he watched Jalen Mills and Brandon Graham taking turns on his pouting, gaping mouth. The lithe conerback and the beefy thick defensive end moving the quarterback's head like a rag doll between them as they tag teamed his throat. Shaking the sweat off his brow as he continued piledriving his way it and out of Brady's ass, Long looked at his other two teammate's. Mychal Kendicks pulled on the chain attached to the tightly clamping alligator clips attached to Tom's nipples, the linebacker's eight inch cock pulsing at the sight of the quarterback's body being rocked by the sensory overload. On the other side of the sling, Kamu Grugier-Hill had one big hand clamped tight over Brady's jock encased nutsack. Long knew that the younger linebacker had a god given talent for just nearly crushing a guys nuts, having lost a bet that the 23 year old would not be able to get him off just by manipulating his balls. That time Long had come a second time in less than an hour as Kamu had powerfucked his own thick nine incher up the DE's tight ass. A thick nine incher that was now bobbing and weaving in the open air as the youngest Eagle in the room continued to elicit sharp moaning gasps from the quarterback's cock stuffed lips with his sadistic ball handling. The twisted grin spread across Kamu's face as he carried on with his task drove Chris to fuck harder and harder into Tom's tightly clutching ass. The four other Eagles in the room did their best to divide their attentions between the responses ripping through Brady's body, and the piledriving fuck Long was throwing into it. Chris had told them all he was going to cum quick at the start, he had been looking forward to this for too fucking long to last very long at the beginning, but knew too, that he would have a second load for the quarterback. Kendricks and Graham recognized the signs of Long's impending orgasm, having seen it close up before as he had fucked each of them. The linebacker grabbed the defensive ends head, and pulled it closer, crashing their lips together as Chris' thrusts became staccato, the two stud's wrestled their tongues together for a few seconds before Kendricks pulled away and then forced Chris over toward his fellow linebacker, watching Kamu sink into the bliss of Chris Long grunting through his pounding orgasm. The DE's body twisted and crashed against the quarterback's as shot after shot of jock sperm flooded into Tom Brady's jock ass. Kamu Grugier-Hill was laughing into Chris Long's mouth at the sight of it all, the kiss slid into something deeper, something with considerably more meaning as Chris slipped a hand loosely along the back of the 23 year old's neck before he started to pull away. Mychal Kendricks gave his fellow linebacker a high sign nod to take over for Long as the DE started to pull out of the cum soaked quarterback ass. Brandon Graham moved away from Brady's face to take up the on deck position. Jalen Mills pulled his cock out of the quarterback's mouth and held his head in position as he moved to the other side. Kendricks, still holding the chain for the nipple clamps slipped his wide cockhead between Brady's lips, chuckling and lightly yanking on the chain as the quarterback began reflexively suckling at the jock shaft. The first load firing up his ass had seemed to slow things down a bit, had seemed to take the edge off as he nursed lazily at the cock in his mouth, torn between whether it would be better to clench his ass tight, trying to hold Long's massive load inside him, or relaxing and letting it slip out of his ass, freeing it to run along his crack. As Kamu Grugier-Hill moved into Chris' position, the defensive end moved to take up Mychal's spot, only to be stopped by the tight clasp of Kamu's fist on his cock. The younger linebacker gripped the sensitive shaft tightly, dragging his rough palm up the length of the still nearly hard shaft to gather the dregs of Long's load, the younger man held the gaze of the older as he smeared the cum along his own shaft. Long's smile widened as the two men moved into their new spots. Part 2 For his part, Tom Brady had not fully realized the ache that Chris' cock had left behind until he felt a strong and steady pressure against his legs as a new man slipped himself in between them. All five of the Eagle studs laughed at the sight below them as the Patriot signal caller desperately, instinctually, tried to shift his ass onto the next cock in line. The QB was so dazed in his own base lust that it took him some time to realize that what they were laughing at was his pathetic attempts to somehow swing the sling in a way that would allow his next bull to access his needy jock hole. In spite of his need, Brady felt the flash of anger burning on his cheeks and spreading across his chest, he knew that his skin was showing the hot reddish pink of his infamous petulance to the more powerful men surrounding him. And yet. Even as he let that wash over him to the point where he started to choke out a grunt that he hoped would sound somehow assertive, the overheated cock deep in his throat was unceremoniously ripped free, allowing the desperately angry scream to die in his throat as it turned into a pleading moan as Kamu's powerful cock slammed it's way through his winking ass lips, sinking deep into his greedy snatch in a single tearing, jarring stroke. Nine fat inches of Eagle cock plowed it's way through a copious wad of jock cum that had been deposited less than a minute before, squelching a fair amount back out as the quarterback's ass welcomed it's ravaging power. The grunt of anger continued to slide into a long moan of desire even as his head was turned once again and impaled on the long, proudly crowned cock of Jalen Mills. Even as he sucked eagerly at the younger man's length, the cock on the other side of his face was slapped hard along his cheek and jaw. Fingers tangled in his short hair, gripping painfully to pull him back away from the base of the throat fucking spear before being slammed mack against the smooth pubic bone of his face fucker. The big, powerful hands of his bull dug deep and hard into his well secured and widely spread thighs as he was fucked deep and hard by the thick shaft. The full weight of the moment dawned slowly as Brady realized the men using him were not really even moving themselves. The two tightly gripping hands working over his jock encased cock and balls were not in any way squeezing or releasing around him. The digging crush of the hands on his thighs were merely holding tight to his bruising flesh, and along with the hand digging painfully into his scalp, yanking his head back and forth along the massive throat raping cock was being used only to move him. He, Tom Brady, one of (if not the) greatest quarterbacks of all time was being used as nothing more than a fuck puppet by five powerful rutting beasts. He had been reduced to nothing more than a vessel. A shell whose only possible purpose was to take in and absorb bull Eagle semen. Kamu Grugier-Hill and Jalen Mills felt the change first, probably even before the quarterback himself fully acknowledged it, as the body impaled on their cocks slipped into a deeper and more complete acceptance. The clutch in Brady's spincter was smoother, more eager to assist in milking the cock running roughshod over and through it. The Patriot's tongue snaked more avidly along the shank of jock meat battering the back of his throat. The desperate moans turned to whimpers emanating from the spit roasted fuck slut. The other three men in the room saw the 40 year old's body relax into the action as his muscles unclenched and his cock throbbed inside it's mesh prison. Kamu felt the tightening grip working his shaft, desperate to milk the cum forth and absorb the essence of the rutting man power driving over his prostate. "Bitch is gonna blow his nut!" The cry echoed around the room as the five Eagles trained their sight on Brady's wildly pulsing jock pouch. Chris Long found himself to be back to full hardness as he watched the blasts of cum pulse out through the sweaty, dank mesh, counting five powerful blasts of the bitch load before bending over to vacuum as much as possible into his own drooling mouth, holding the elixir on his tongue. Mychal Kendricks realized too late that in his desperation to sink his own cock into the quarterback's mouth that he had pulled Tom's head away from Jalen's cock at the worst possible moment for his teammate. Three massive, powerful blasts of cum flooded onto Brady's face as Jalen Mills reached his first orgasm of the day, the quarterback's tongue wagged in a desperate attempt to swallow something other than air. Seeing what he had done, Kendricks swooped low to suck the last of his teammate's load direct from the source before beginning to lap the rest off Tom Brady's face. Having gathered most of the creamy, tangy cum, he mashed his lips hard against the quarterback's, slipping his cum covered tongue roughly inward to transfer most of the load to where it belonged. Brady's moan into his mouth was one of desperate gratitude and continued even as the linebacker began to move around the quarterback's head to the other side. Pulling away and rising up, eager to sink his cock back into the talented throat, Kendricks was met with a welcome interruption. Chis Long moved quickly off of and away from Brady's packed jock pouch and opened his mouth as he moved closer to the quarterback's lips. The other men in the room saw a first trickle of the frothy spit/cum cocktail drip into Brady's mouth before Long clamped himself against the Patriot's puffy and bruised lips. Kamu Grugier-Hill barely had time to pull himself free of the milking jock snatch as he watched his stud teammate snowballing the quarterback's own load back into his mouth. Brandon Graham moved into position, power driving his way into Brady's still milking snatch with barely a beat missed. The quarterback groaned into his former teammate's mouth at the harder, sharper intrusion of the rock hard and iron hot cock. The groan turned into a long, low moan as Long pulled away from the still searching lips and tongue. "That last was yours, buddy." The pervertedly thankful gasp from the quarterback was choked off as Chris Long turned Tom Brady's head away from him, and Mychal Kendricks drove his shaft into the wildly salivating throat. Brandon Graham checked his stroke, holding himself a split second before driving in perfect rhythm with his teammate. The sharp, powerful, bone etched groins of Graham and Kendricks slammed hard against Brady's sweaty flesh as the sound of the joint impalement echoed around the room. The two men impaling him began to slowly shift their positions even as they continued driving themselves deeply, intoxicatingly into him. Then, with a suddenness that was dangerously disorienting, Brady felt the already tenuous support beneath him slip quickly away. It took him even a few more seconds to realize that he was still suspended after the dizzying feeling of falling had stopped. What had come quicker to him was that the cock in his mouth had been removed and that the men nearest his head were moving into different positions. When the blunt, leaking crown of cock touched his lips, he found that it was only his head that had lost it's support. As he let his lips part, eager to be nursing once again at Eagle stud meat, he realized the implications of this new positioning. Tom Brady recognized the cock now raping his throat as belonging to Chris Long as much by the tangy, musky aroma of the man's sweat as by the wildly scratching pubes now mashing against his upper lip and chin. The fact that his former teammate was leaning over him was confirmed the the stinging, steaming drops of jock sweat dripping onto his upper torso and throat. Any lingering doubts about the power of any of these Eagle bulls was snuffed out as Long and Graham began yanking at the sling, rocking back and forth between them hard so that the quarterback's body was more like a small boat being swung between massive ocean waves. The entirety of the Patriot's body was moving relentlessly fore and aft between two equally powerful cocks as his impalement ratcheted up yet another few notches. Eight plus rock hard inches of jock cock drove into and slipped away from his body as he was moved at their mercy and their mercy only. Jalen and Kamu were as surprised as the fuck slut as they gripped at and nearly crushed his still achingly hard and pulsing cock and nutsack. Mychal Kendicks continuted yanking on the chain in his unrelenting grip, digging the clamps tighter and harder into the quarterback's diamond hard nipples. Moving with a practiced precision, Kendricks and Long tag teamed Brady's throat, reveling in the pressure of his increasing moans as Grugier-Hill and Mills sank their long, rough fingers into the eager jock cunt in turn, sliding in along Graham's still hard driving shaft as the stud DE fucked the whimpering quarterback. The two finger fucking Eagles felt the swelling of Graham's cock at the same time as the bitched out QB did. Long and Kendricks caught sight of the eroding rhythm of their teammate's fuck strokes in the last few seconds before the roar ripped from the rutting bulls chest and reverberated around the over heated rankness of the temporary fuck den. The already amply thick shaft swelled to nearly impossible girth before it began pulsing out it's load of jock scum deep into the legendary quarterback ass. Four massive pulses of jock spew soothed the battered tissues of his ravaged ass even as the wildly digging fingers alongside the powerful shaft helped to churn it around inside him. The tearing free of that cock from his clutching hole brought forth a cum laden belch that would have embarrassed him if he had the ability to feel anything anymore, beyond the need to be humiliated by these stud jocks. The shifting around his head, the removal of the throat raping cock at that end was followed by something new. Something that he had only ever done as a sense of duty whenever he had used Edelman or Amendola. The sharper, duskier tang of the sweat washing over his wildly searching tongue shifted something inside him he didn't ever know was possible as he found his head being yanked up once again by the hair forcing his lips to clamp around a moist and winking asshole, his tongue driving inward on instinctual need. The coppery, acrid taste of a commanding, controlling jock ass grinding and sliding over his million dollar face, his abject hunger only heightened by the invasion of yet another massive Eagle cock tearing through his nearly ruined jock cunt. Part 3 The depravity of the scene should have disquieted the man watching it from a dark corner of the room, instead it brought forth a steady, vibrating hum up from his overloaded nuts and along his long, achingly hard cock. He allowed himself a few tentative rubs of his palm over the sweatpants covered shaft as he watched his legendary foe slip further and further into debasement. Seeing his defensive teammates using this prideful, arrogant man...watching them turn him into a quivering, mewling bitch for their use...brought a twisted and sinful smile to his lips. Chris Long yanked up hard at the short cropped hair, forcing Brady's tongue and lips tighter and deeper against the sweaty ass of Kamu Grugier-Hill. Brandon Graham slammed his full, and nearly still hard, cock sharply against one of the quarterback's already tortured and still painfully clamped nipples. Mychal Kendricks continued working the chain in his hand, digging the metal teeth of those clamps deeper into the nearly torn and angrily pink nubs. Jalen Mills sank his long sleek shaft deep and hard into the gaping jock cunt that had fought, briefly but valiantly, against it's first impalement less than an hour ago, and was now vacuuming jock cock eagerly, greedily, deep into it. The sling continued to be shifted between the man riding the handsome face and the cock power fucking into the smallish but muscular jock ass. The silent witness was glad to see Kendricks accelerate the action as the thickly muscled linebacker slipped to long, thick fingers deep into the muscular bubble butt of Jalen Mills, his grin widened as he saw the initial balking at the invasion, before the younger man let himself slip easily between the clutching jock cunt of the ruined quarterback and the digging, fucking digits of the linebacker. Mychal himself was loving watching his teammate fuck the bitch quarterback, so much so that he knew if he didn't speed things up, he was going to dump his own load well before he even started pressing against Brady's greedy, clutching jock ass that he had to start diddling his teammate's own muscular ass. He knew from experience that virtually any contact with Mills jock hole while he was buried balls deep in another jock snatch would drive the younger man over the edge quicker than he may have wanted, but would also cause that much more powerful of an orgasm. The linebacker knew he had made the right decision when his teammate turned, heavy lidded, toward him. "More, Mychal...give me more!" Kendricks sank a third finger deep into his teammate, feeling the younger man's body began to vibrate and shake against his own even as Mills continued to steadily, powerfully fuck deep into Brady's milking ass. Feeling the tightening along his fingers as it came in wave after wave, Mychal knew that Jalen was spewing his seed deep into the quarterback where it mingled eagerly along with Long's and Graham's earlier loads. Kamu pulled his ass of Tom's face and swung around quickly, driving his scary thick nine inch cock deep into the quarterback's mouth and throat, even as Jalen dragged his ten inch shaft quickly out of the jock's cunt. As the throat fucking stud above him power fucked his face, a fifth new cock tore through his ass lips and sank deep inside him. Brady was surprised at the wave of melancholy sweeping over him at the thought that this ravaging gang fuck was apparently nearing an end. The bone crashing thrusts into him had long ago turned from torturous pain to welcomed, humiliating pleasure. The desire coursing through his veins was decidedly nowhere near sated. The only thing the quarterback could think at this point was that he didn't want this to end. That he needed to continue to be used, violently and unrelentingly, by these men. The driving thickness of the cock in his cunt drove him higher and higher as it churned the three loads of jock cum already inside him. Nearly his entire being was centered on milking the next load of bull jock cum into his thrillingly, beautifully sore and ravaged guts. The rest of his being concentrated it's desire on the massive thick shaft tearing into his raw throat, hoping like mad to be fed it's virile jock load. The bliss washed over him as both cocks began to swell and pulse bigger and thicker still inside him, even as the jock gods those cocks were attached to continued fucking deep into and tearing powerfully away from his greedy mouth and snatch. The silent witness rose and moved toward the rutting mass before him, hitching his sweatpants under his full and churning nutsack and raising his shirt from the front to hook it over and behind his head. He got a thrilling burst of pride as he registered the awe in his teammate's eyes at the sight of his foot long cock. He drank in the sight of the thickly muscular ass of Mychal Kendricks as it clutched and released with each fuck thrust deep into Tom Brady's ass. The hard slapping thuds of Brandon Graham's, Chris Long's and Jalen Mills' cocks as the three studs beat their bottom jock bitch with over two feet of combined cock sent a profound vibration rocketing around his fevered and horny mind. The wet, viscous slurping of Brady's lips and tongue eagerly milking at Kamu Grugier-Hill's proud, thick, face fucking cock sent a jolting pulse rocketing along the length of his shaft. Mychal Kendricks pulled out and moved away from Tom Brady's cunt, nodding to sixth Eagle to take his place. "You didn't cum yet" the silent witness finally spoke. "Nah, man...wanna shoot on his worthless cock when you breed him." The four other Eagles in the room smiled as they watched the tremor course through their teammate's long, lean, impossibly well hung body. Tom Brady barely registered the shifting of the other men's bodies as he continued nursing eagerly at the cock head resting now on his tongue, desperate that one of the pulses coursing through the flesh would soon feed him the load he so greedily desired. The cock of his fifth bull top was sliding pleasingly back inside him, the familiar thickness lulling him into a sense of accomplishment before he realized, far too late, that something was different. The shaft continued it's long fuck stroke for far too long, the bluntness of the head was disorientingly unfamiliar, the grip on his thighs was somehow softer even while it was more insistent. The cock kept sinking slowly into him, drawing a series of deep, guttural moans from deep within him to vibrate along the few inches of jock cock still dancing along his tongue. The tenor of the room had completely changed. The hand slipping under to cup his head was almost cradling it. The cock in his mouth was removed gently instead of being torn free. The heavy beating of the other four cocks slapping along his torso and throat ceased. His head was raised up and the blindfold removed almost reverently, but even then the sharpness of being exposed to the light so suddenly fucked with his mind in a way that threatened a complete break with reality. Above him, the long, leanly muscled frame of Nick Foles was ringed in a halo of bright white fluorescence as his fellow quarterback continued to slide inside him. The protest that he had not agreed to this died on his lips as the last two inches of Foles obscenely massive cock ground itself into his now thoroughly ruined cunt. Any rational thought he might have had left withered as he watched, almost frightened, as Nick's leering, twisted grin curdled into a look of nearly demonic lust. Watching the 6'6" stud rise to full height above him somehow made the not that much shorter Brady shrink nearly to nothingness. Feeling the massive cock slip slowly back through his ass on the back stroke hammered home the debasement these men had so deftly put him through. As the blunt tipped crown of his fellow QB's cock stopped it's withdrawal just inside his puffy jock cunt, his head was quickly released to drop back, the startled gasp choked off as Kamu Grugier-Hill's cock was once again slipped between his lips. The cocks paused there, holding position for a few fleeting seconds before the two men crashed forward from opposite directions, impaling Tom Brady fore and aft with a crushing force that made everything before seem like the gentlest of carresses. And even as he tried to work up a protest somehow, Tom Brady slipped into the glory of being nothing more than a pair of holes to be used by stronger and more powerful men. If his throat and jock cunt had been greedy in their milking before, they were now also powerfully eager in their need to be fed and bred. Where the heavy, thudding slaps of hard jock flesh had before been bruising in their steady rhythm, they now also rose goose bumps on his sweaty, overheated flesh. Where before his reactions to these men had been informed by what his body wanted, they were now ruled by a cold, desperate need that threatened to remake him completely. His body, battered and used as it was, floated thrillingly in the midst of the shifting sling that supported it as his aching cunt was painfully, powerfully impaled, only to then have it ripped back and nearly out of his body as the obscenely thick shaft at his face threatened to suffocate him on each of it's own throat fucking strokes. Somewhere in the midst of it all was the knowledge that his cock had never been harder than it was now under the insistent, squeezing grip of the hand covering it. The aching pain in his overloaded nuts as they were twisted and nearly crushed under another man's tightly choking grasp did nothing to change the fact that Tom Brady was about tot shoot the biggest single load of his life, even as that pain continued to ratchet up, inspiring a wave of nausea to well up in his gut. And still the men fucking him at each end continued to drive harder and harder into him. Continued to tear themselves more and more wildly nearly back out of him. To his dying day, Tom Brady will swear that he felt the collective roar of his bulls before he actually heard it. Two hugely hung men crashed deeply into his ruined jock bitch body as their cocks swelled to even more obscene proportions. The cock in his raw, ruined throat spewed forth it's initial blast of cum, soothing him momentarily even as it swelled and spewed again and again, stretching his already puffy, bruised lips with each drowning shot. The metal clamps tearing at his tits dug in deeper still, threatening to rip his nipples clean off as the chain connecting them was suddenly pulled in opposing directions. The hands pulverizing his desperate cock and aching nuts squeezed tighter still for the briefest of seconds before releasing him. The Patriot quarterback felt his first blast of cum rocket along his cock as the Eagle quarterback's first blast pulsed out deep inside his bloodied bowels. Foles blasted five more shots of championship cum into Brady's cunt as Brady himself fired off seven powerful blasts of his own, forcing it's way through the mesh of his (now considered very lucky) jock strap. As the cock in his throat was once again ripped away from him, he felt Eagle cum, hot and slick, raining down on him from either side. And tried desperately, futilely to raise his head wishing to see as much of the final act of his debasement as possible, only to dejectedly give up before the next wave of hot liquid hit his body. Clamping his lips tight against the flow from above him, disbelieving of what was happening at first, Brady felt the hot spray of the piss of two men washing over him and mingling with the cum that had anointed him courtesy of the other three. He couldn't even feel disgusted with himself as his tongue slipped between his lips to meet the flow from above as it flowed down along his face and into his hair. Something like a sense of accomplishment, maybe even pride, washed over him as he registered the mellow heat of the piss on his searching tongue, and the strangely cooling sensation of it over saturating his already soaked and rank jock strap, the combination of the depraved sensations sent two more delayed pulses of cum from his balls, only to be washed away unnoticed by the other men. The flow had stopped, the massive quarterback cock of Nick Foles had slipped from deep inside him, long before his tongue slipped back between his lips and he let his head droop once again, hanging back off his shoulders at the end of his thrillingly aching neck. He sensed the men around him dressing themselves slowly and shuffling their way quietly out the door he had come through barely more than an hour and a half before. One wrist was quickly and assuredly freed from it's restraint, and he heard his former teammate's voice, low and quiet at his ear. "You can get the rest of the buckles yourself. The door will lock itself when you leave." As Tom Brady heard Chris Long move away from him, startled by the heavy slam of the door shutting behind him, the sharp reek of piss and sweat and cum came into ball tingling focus as they merged on his nose. Even the ache deep in his bones, in his every muscle, wasn't enough to make him think this had been anything other than totally worth it. </[email protected]> </div></div>
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Date: Sun, 11 Feb 2018 17:19:21 -0600 From: Scott Coffin Subject: Championship Celebrations Gay Male/Celebrity From: scoffinator69 Disclaimer: This story is complete and utter fantasy, and should in no way be believed to say anything definitive about the characters involved, their sexual orientation, or their personal desires. It is 100% about the author thinking that this scenario would be fucking HOT. You should also realize by now that in a fantasy world, everyone is always safe from disease and disfigurement. We do not live in a fantasy world, so do with that knowledge what you will. If you are underage according to your jurisdictions applicable laws (18 or 21 in most cases), please do not read or disseminate this story in anyway. This story is copyrighted by the author as of 02-11-2018 Constructive input and/or encouragement is welcome at [email protected]. Flames will be ignored. I do hope you enjoy this story. Please consider donating to Nifty Archive. The archivist does awesome work here, and doesn't get any support except for our gratitude. Help keep this amazing site open for all of us! (This installment contains descriptions of incestuous activity) Championship Celebrations Chapter 1A: Eagles Locker Room Rutting Author's Note: This series of stories will (hopefully) be updated periodically with stories resulting from various sports championships. Not just football, but basketball, baseball, and maybe even tennis and golf. Possibly collegiate as well as professional. Prologue Eric Kendricks felt odd being here, even though it was his home locker room and he was standing directly in front of his own locker. The players celebrating around him, however, were not his teammates, they were the newly crowned world champion Philadelphia Eagles. The same team that had, just two weeks ago, humbled his Vikings. He was still not fully over that defeat, and was thinking again that he should not have come here tonight. Fortunately, at least so far, none of the Eagles had given him any shit about it, and in fact seem to welcome his presence. There was one reason and one reason only why he had come. The joy was obvious in every action of his brother. The adrenaline that Mychal was still under the influence of, coupled with the pride Eric felt in the game his older sibling had played, was infectious. At one point, nearly too much so as Eric nearly grabbed his brother in a way that they had not done been able to do in several months. And never at anytime when they were anything other than very much alone. As grateful as he was that he had been able to keep from making a perverted fool of himself, he was still a bit anxious about the fleeting look he had caught Chris Long shooting his way. The beefy, tatted up DE always looked so fucking intense on the field, but Eric had no way of knowing if what he was seeing now was left over from the game or something more. Slipping himself into the seat between Mychal and Chris was probably not the wisest thing he could have done, but looking out across the celebrating men crammed into the room did afford him some very tantalizing views as he continued to congratulate his older brother. Having raked his gaze over a smorgasbord of jock flesh, identifying a half dozen cocks he would love to sample, and at least twice as many asses as he would like to sink his teeth (and more) into. Forcing his gaze away from his brother's long cock, he felt a jolt when Mychal was told he and a couple others were needed to talk to the press. After a quick hand shake/shoulder hug at the call, Eric turned to say his good-byes and final congratulations to Chris Long, only to get another, considerably stronger, jolt. Part 1 There was no mistaking what Chris Long's penetrating stare meant as his gaze locked onto Eric's. The smirk on the older man's bearded face shot through the Vikings linebacker like a bullet. The slightest movement of Chris' big hand sweeping under and lightly cupping his balls as Eric looked on helplessly sent a shivering pulse through the linebacker's body as he gazed up at his brother's stud teammate. Eric Kendricks didn't dare try to get a fuller view of Chris Long's actions, knowing that the stud DE was casually thumbing at his balls was almost enough to make the Vikings player do something very stupid. Instead he just continued to breathe, holding the man's gaze, as Long bent over and reached into his locker with his other hand, grabbing a towel. "You know somewhere we can go." It wasn't a question. It wasn't even a command. Merely a statement of fact that Eric Kendricks was going to take Chris Long someplace private and service the champion. The 25 year old linebacker stood at the same time as the 32 year old defensive end. Eric shivered as the extra three inches of height and extra 38 lbs of muscle rose in front of him, and began moving in a daze as the Eagle stud wrapped a towel around his waist and followed. The room was only a few feet away, but it seemed a mile as Eric led Chris to the door and then slipped furtively inside, brushing against the furry, sweaty, tatted up stud. In the dim light of the storage room, Eric knelt as Chris leaned back against the wall, the linebacker looked up at the defensive end as his hands gripped the towel where it was joined at the big man's waist. Chris long gave a slight nod to the kneeling Eric Kendricks, the understanding that passed between the two men in that action brought a sucking gasp of air from the linebacker. The towel fell to the floor at the DE's feet, exposing a delectable looking but not quite half hard cock nestling in a tangle of sweaty, bushy pubic hair. Chris Long gazed down at the man kneeling before him, watched intently as Eric drank in the sight and smell of him. The sneering smirk slip across his lips again as he watched the linebacker duck his head, part his lips, slide his tongue briefly over the lower, and then slip them over his plump cock head. Eric moaned as the cock began to swell noticeably inside his mouth in both length and girth. He breathed in deeply through his nose, getting off on the scent of the Super Bowl champ's crotch. Working his tongue along the still expanding shaft, he added his throat muscles into the mix using swallowing motions to massage even more of the continually hardening cock. The combination of wet, clamping lips; agile, exploring tongue; and clutching throat muscles enveloped Chris' cock on a wet, hungry heat that brought a moan to the man's lips at the same moment that the cocksucker's own lips buried themselves in his sweaty pubes. The Eagle wondered absently how long the Viking would be able to keep the cock fully buried. Wondered how much harder he could get and still be deep throated by the 25 year old jock. The fact that he was now nearing full erection and that Eric still held him fully, thrillingly in his suckling mouth was impressive. Feeling the pressure of the back of the kneeling man's throat, knowing he still had another inch to go before he hit maximum volume, Chris Long slid his hands through the wildly curly hair of his cocksucker and pushed his hips off the wall slightly. The throat fucking defensive end was crazy turned on, and at least as impressed, as the cocksucking linebacker swallowed his urge to gag and instead let the cockhead tear into his clutching throat as it reached full hardness. The impressiveness of the action was ratcheted further up as the kid held there, lips still clamped at the very base, tongue still dancing over the gnarly, veiny surface, and throat muscles still working like a thousand fingers over the crown. When the breaths being exhaled onto his pubes increased in speed and decreased in volume, Chris Long loosened his grip on Eric Kendricks' hair to let his cocksucker set the pace. The linebacker drew himself slowly back up the length of cock as it's owners grip slackened, pursing his lips tighter the closer he got to the tip so that the pop of the release echoed dully in the small room. "Fuck that's hot...BIG fuckin' cock, man!" The words were breathed over the flaring cock head as Eric just barely removed it from his lips. Raising his hands up, Eric cupped one over the baseball sized scrotum, the other over one powerful glute, before casting his gaze up to meet Chris'. Parting his lips again, the linebacker slipped the defensive ends cock back into his mouth, impaling his throat willingly on the nine inch length of Eagle cock. The younger man got a thrilling rush of accomplishment as he watched the older's eyes nearly roll completely back into his skull as he sucked it in completely. The Viking cocksucker slid his hand off the powerful, clenching glute and up along the DE's belly and chest, gripping Chris' hand where it pinched at his own nipple, Eric brought it down, guiding it into the tangle of his hair. Sliding his own back up the powerful, furry chest, tweaking at the erect nipple with his thumb and forefinger, the linebacker let slip an "MMMHHHMMM" around the throat stretching cock in his mouth as he felt both of the DE's hands grip into his hair and scalp in the split second before the rutting started. Eric Kendricks realized for the first time how achingly hard he was in his street clothes as Chris Long power fucked his face. The linebacker reveled in the feeling of the hard thumping of his throat raper's pelvis impacting against his nose, lips and chin on each inward drive. He gloried in the stinging, slight pain as the tatted up beast yanked his head back off the cock by the hair. And he moaned almost constantly at the dizzying feel and taste and smell of the man so thoroughly, so deservedly using him as a fuck puppet. Chris Long was drunk with desire as he pounded into the willingly agape face at his groin. Full, deep thrusts into Eric's sucking mouth and throat as the linebacker continued the miraculous tongue work along the entire length of the shaft and over the full surface of his flaring, angrily purple, cock head, sent the defensive end's lust soaring on an adrenaline rush that he had thought moments ago could not go any higher than it had when the last pass of the game tumbled harmlessly to the field near the goal line. The feel of his cocksucker's fingers pinching at his nipple, the pressure of the kneeling man's other hand snaking between his legs, forearm pressed insistently along his nut sack, palm splayed on his ass urging him to deeper, harder face fucking strokes, the other hand tracing it's way up along his sweat slicked back! Wait. What? The DE's eyes shot open, frantically searching for the owner of the third hand only to almost immediately meet the smirking stare of his teammate, and his cocksucker's older brother, Mychal Kendricks. "How long it take you to get him in here?" The jovial, lust tinged tone of the question told Chris he had nothing to worry about at getting caught being so in-discretely throat raping the younger Kendricks stud. "About a minute and a half." the DE chuckled back. The shared chuckle turned into a shared roar of laughter as the both the face fucker and the older brother caught sight of the wide eyed terror on the face of the cocksucking younger brother. Mychal smiled down at Eric, slightly easing the younger brother's anxiety and began to pull his head off of and away from Chris' cock. "That true, E?" "No." the younger Kendricks boy gasped in reply, "Wasn't even a minute, I don't think." Mychal shot a quick look at his teammate, who just shrugged and smiled. The Eagle linebacker's own smile widened as he looked back down at his kneeling brother. "You are such a fuckin' slut, E." Eric's own smile widened as his big bro began undoing his pants, while he turned back and slipped his lips over the broad crown of Chris Long's cock once again. Holding his brother's lusty gaze as he took the nine inches fully back into himself. Mychal Kendricks stripped the last of his gear off quickly as he watched Eric sucking greedily at his teammate's familiar, hard cock. He knew what those cocksucking lips were capable of doing to a man. Knew the thrills rocketing through his teammate's body at the agile tongue work that Eric had perfected over the years. And knew that he needed to feel it for himself. Right here. Right now. Chris Long knew it too. As much as he knew that Mychal was vibrating at the need for his own brother's cocksucking mouth on his shank, the DE knew that he needed to witness the incestuous bond of these to NFL studs. Urging Eric away from his achingly hard cock, he guided the younger man toward his brother's eight inch fuck muscle. He caught the fleeting glimpse of nervous anticipation between the two Kendricks boys. Knew in an instant that this was not the first time they had done this together, but that it was the first time that anyone else would witness it. He swelled with pride at the honor as he watched Eric take Mychal's proud cockhead between his full lips and begin the first descent along the length. His cock pulsed in the humid air of the small room as he watched both brothers eyes roll back in their sockets. A drool of pre-cum slid down along his spit slick shaft as the two linebacker brother whimpered longingly at the union. Chris Long watched, enraptured, as Eric Kendricks willingly sank his lips and throat over the fullness of Mychal Kendricks' cock, only to slowly, lovingly, pull himself back off the shaft, hands clasping at his brother's powerful muscle butt to pull the cock back in once he reached the flaring ridge of the cockhead. The Eagles DE urged the brothers on as he drank in the increasing depth and fury of the face fucking before him. Watched Mychal's strong hands dig deeper and tighter against his brother's skull with each driving thrust. Watched Eric's strong arms clench up tight as he used all his strength to pull his brother's body deeper and harder against him. Trapping one of Mychal's erect nipples between his nipping teeth, he flicked his tongue forcefully against the tip of the purplish nub while pinching hard down on the other with his thumb and fingers had the effect he knew it would. The Kendricks brothers were now in full on, bruising, bone crashing rut! Part 2 Chris Long's cock ached from throbbing as he gorged himself on the sight before him, and he needed more. As much as he was turned on at the vision of Eric Kendricks kneeling before his older brother Mychal, as dizzying as it was watching his teammate's cock being all but devoured by his own sibling, he had to be a part of this or he felt he might explode. When he caught sight of Mychal scrambling to pull Eric's shirt off, he made his move. Pulling himself away from Mychal's battered nipples he moved behind the younger brother, bending to hook his strong hands at the Viking's waist he heaved the 25 year old linebacker up. Mychal was able to get a better grip on his brother's shirt, and he pulled it upward tangling the still greedy cocksucker inside it until the only thing to do was for Eric to pull up and off his brother's cock to finish tearing the shirt away. Chris, meantime, began digging at the front of Eric's pants, scrambling to open the button and lower the zipper before hauling them and the linebacker's underwear down over his powerful thighs. Eric Kendricks was just about ready to go back to his knees as he felt his pants lowered to around his knees, but was held up forcefully. As he dove back down onto his brother's familiar cock, taking it's entire length back into his hungry throat, he felt Chris Long's hands dig tighter into his backside, holding him steady at the same time as he opened him wide. The younger Kendricks brother moaned desperately around the cock of the older as he felt Chris' bushy beard brushing insistently on his sensitive flesh while the defensive end moved into position at the winking jock ass. Watching from above, Mychal shuddered, pushing himself involuntarily forward against his cocksucking brother's face while he watched his teammate's pointed, talented tongue drive itself between Eric's ass lips. The increased, almost delirious, moaning now emanating from his brother nearly made Mychal blow as the sound waves vibrated along and over and around the entire surface of his achingly hard eight inch shaft. Mychal Kendricks knew, exactly and from experience, what his brother was feeling at the moment. Knew that the hands digging deep and desperate into his own muscular jock butt were primarily because he was trying to hold himself upright. Knew that the clutching, swallowing gasps vibrating around his cock were due in large part to the overwhelming feelings scraping and scratching along a large portion of his nerve endings. The Eagle stud linebacker knew that this or that shiver ripping through his brother's body was due to the power apparent in the grip as Chris Long used his big, rough hands to open Eric's ass cheeks wide and vulnerable to his attack. He knew that the strong sure legs of his younger brother were now quivering, struggling to stay in place for Chris' use, and the rough, tangled, spit sloppy beard ravaging his crack was making it more and more difficult to remain upright. The 27 year old Kendricks brother knew that the mewling moans dancing off the surface of his cock were a result of the forceful jabs of the 32 year old defensive end's tongue battering against and through the sphincter of the 25 year old Kendricks boy. Mychal thought, fleetingly, that he should ease up his own attack on Eric's face, but the clear pull against his glutes by his younger brother, coupled with his own towering lust at sharing the incestuous coupling with his stud teammate, and at sharing his stud teammate with his partner in incestuous perversity, only spurred him on to fuck his brother's face harder and deeper. Not caring that he might bruise the handsome face, or split the pouty lips. And certainly not caring that he might very easily pull great shanks of hair out of his brother's head as he drove crashing thrust after crashing thrust against Eric's skull. Chris Long drove his tongue hard into the tight but welcoming jock ass of Eric Kendricks. Dug his strong, forceful fingers into the muscular glutes to peel them wide open to his assault. He loved that this ass proved another similarity between the brothers. He was getting off on the symmetry of their bodies, matched up perfectly in height, barely a whisper of difference in weight, no noticeable variance in the length or girth of their hard cocks or the way their scrotums filled his cupping palm. This though. The almost identical tang of their jock snatches. The way that Eric's winking ass lips clamped around his driving tongue showing virtually no difference to the way Mychal's always had. This was fucking HEAVEN! And Chris Long felt like a fucking god as he threw a tortuous but desperately needed rim into Eric Kendricks willing, quivering ass, even as the Viking sucked greedily at his Eagle brother's cock. The stud DE rode a wave of base pleasure at the way the younger linebacker drove himself against both men in turn. Pushing back hard and hungry against his own bearded face and driving tongue, and then reversing to inhale everything his older brother's cock offered his bitch throat. Chris removed one powerful hand form one equally powerful glute and moved it to stroke his own hard cock, working to prime himself for the fuck he knew Eric wanted. He was nearly ready to make the younger brother's wish come true when he spied the sturdy looking stool beside them, and a twisted grin split his rimming lips apart, allowing for another half inch of tongue first penetration of the linebacker's ass. The defensive end moved quickly. Pulling the stool behind his teammate even as he pulled his face away from that teammate's brother's needy jock ass, he placed one hand firmly on Mychal's chest and pushed him back, away from Eric's cocksucking mouth as the older Kendricks boy fell back into a seated position, shoulders against the bare shelves behind him. Pulling Eric upright, back tight and sweat slick, against his own furry, damp chest and thighs. "Sit on your brother's cock, kid." the growl was almost alien even to himself, "Ride it like the cock whore you are." The vibrating debasement that ripped through Eric Kendricks' body at the command reverberated against the beefy, muscular frame of the man who had made it. "Need lube." the older of the two brothers choked out. Chris was taken aback for a second as the penny dropped. He understood exactly what Mychal was proposing, but doubted sincerely that Eric did. Quickly, the younger brother reached to the back of the shelf behind a box and came back with a plastic jar of albolene which he quickly unscrewed. "It's Sendejo's...I'll owe him." he said in response to the questioning gaze of his brother. Eric Kendricks felt Chris Long's chuckle against the back of his head where the big man nuzzled against him, and heard his brother's as he caught Mychal's look of understanding what he had just more or less confessed. Digging two fingers into the gel, he swept it over his palm before smearing the viscous substance over the entire length of his brother's cock almost lovingly. He stepped in closer, straddling Mychal's strong, spread legs with his own. He watched the look of perverted anticipation wash over his brother's face, felt the catch of Chris' breath even as he felt his own breath catch, and began to lower himself over his brother's proud cock, never breaking eye contact. Feeling one of the defensive end's big hands on his ass, thumb and fingers spreading his ass crack wide and the other slipping between his thighs to grip and hold upright his older brother's rampant erection, Eric's body was ripped completely through by a strong tremor as he was suddenly hit with the full meaning of this moment. The twenty five year old Kendricks brother was willingly, greedily, about to impale himself on the familiar jock shaft of his 27 year old brother. While that was nothing new, the fact that he was about to do it in front of another human being was uncharted territory for either Mychal or Eric. Coupled with the fact that this witness was also very much an active and necessary participant in the coupling drove the Viking linebacker to a level of perverted horniness that he had not thought humanly possible. A level that he saw reflected in Mychal's eyes. Eyes that fought to stay locked with his own as his ass lips made first teasing contact with the crown of the Eagle linebackers cock. It was a fight that was lost simultaneously as both Kendricks brothers eyes rolled back in their sockets as the spit slick sphincter slipped wide to capture and engulf the albolene lubed cockhead. The feel of Eric's tight ass clamping down and sliding over Mychal's cock sent the older brother's already sky high lust soaring into the stratosphere. The welcome intrusion of the familiar cock spearing into his ass as he lowered himself eagerly onto it sent the younger brother's balls and cock to pulsing as pre-cum streamed out of him and onto Mychal's taut abs. At the feel of his brother's shaved, sweaty pubic bone hitting his own muscular ass, Eric Kendricks ground himself hard and twisting onto Mychal's lap. Chris Long watched the consummation awestruck as Mychal and Eric ground themselves against each other in incestuous need. The defensive end's cock pulsed freely as he watched the younger brother's thighs tense up, and then rise, riding himself back up the length of his older brother's shaft. As Eric began to lower himself back down, Chris caught the slight push upward by Mychal, as the two brother's crushed themselves together once again, fully, perfectly joined Kendricks cock in Kendricks ass, the defensive end swiped his forefingers over his own sensitive cockhead, spreading his pre-cum around nearly as much as he was gathering it onto his fingertips. Fingertips that he moved unconsciously to his lips and then into his mouth, sucking the tangy fluid greedily as he watched the powerful, perverted rise and fall of the brother fuckers inches away from him. Moving his hand back down to swipe at more of his own nectar, Chris was bringing them back to his parted lips when he decided to detour and slip them slowly but insistently into Eric Kendricks' cock stuffed ass, sliding them tight along the base of Mychal Kendricks' ass hammering jock cock. The additional impalement tore a full throated scream from Eric's very core before the gasping Viking linebacker tried to choke it off, worried about the men just outside the door. Chris leaned in close, breathing against the fully impaled stud's ear to let him know what was what. "Go ahead and scream, bitch." the defensive end growled, grinding his fingers deeper into the already cock stuffed 25 year old, "You think they don't know exactly what's happening to you in here already?" The humiliation somehow spurred Eric's lust on even harder as he began to ride back against the impaling cock and digging digits of his fuckers. Chris' free arm coming into the edge of his vision, the hand wrapping around the container still open on the shelf and picking it up. The removal of the fingers from alongside his brother's cock buried in his ass. The feel of Chris Long, sweaty, hairy and muscular, pressing tighter against his back. All of these things and more set a crazed swirl of emotions aflame in his lust addled brain. A swirl that quickly centered it's orbit around massive fear and equally massive need at what he knew to now be coming. Mychal Kendricks shifted his grip to the top of his brother's thighs, stilling Eric's cock riding movements even as he forced both of their legs wider apart. The older brother caught the younger's gaze with his own, locking their attentions together, the 27 year old nodding encouragingly at the 25 year old. Eric Kendricks slipped instinctively into the bond, trusting his brother completely as he felt Chris Long move more firmly against their bodies. The Viking nearly balked at the forceful push of the second cockhead against his clenching asshole., nearly coming up and off Mychal's cock in the process. The older brother dug into the younger's thighs harder and deeper, growling out a command that took Eric right back to childhood. "It's no good fighting, E. We're gonna do this no matter what...just let it go and you're gonna fuckin' love it soon enough." The words were meant to be encouraging, but choked by his older brother's lust as they were, Eric only heard something like a threat. A threat that somehow made it all okay. A threat that would allow himself to say that he didn't actually want this. A threat that told him he would face more damage from fighting this rape than he would at the impossible idea of two cocks tearing through his ass simultaneously. The acceptance of that, unbidden as it was, allowed the briefest quiver of his already wide stretched sphincter. A brief quiver that was all Chris Long needed. The defensive end's palm had splayed out in the middle of Eric's back, urging the young man further forward over his brother's broad chest. The Viking Kendricks' face rested against the shoulder of the Eagle Kendricks, the new forward position split the younger brother's ass wider still as Chris Long forced his way into the already impaled linebacker's ass. The tearing, searing pain ripping through Eric Kendricks' entire being as nine hard inches of jock cock drove into him alongside the eight hard inches already occupying his bowels was not enough to shield the 25 year old jock from the knowledge that even as his ass was being bulldozed into ruins, his cock, pressed tight against his older brother's belly, had never been harder in his life. The deep moan that slipped from between his lips as Chris Long gained full purchase inside him and alongside Mychal's cock did not come as a surprise to any of them, as much as Eric wished that it had. The desperately needy groan of 'don't. keep it in' as the defensive end began to pull back out of him was the deepest admission that Eric had ever made about himself. An admission that he had needed this his entire life without knowing it. An admission that he was less than these two powerful men pistoning in and out of his clenching, milking ass. Acknowledgment by deed that if ever, whenever, these two men whistled, he back his greedy jock cunt right back onto their hard cocks and fuck himself straight through the gates of hell if they told him to. The grind back came as a surprise to all three men. The push of Eric Kendricks' hips back along his brother's and his Brother's teammates jock fucking cocks brought shivers and goosebumps to the three rutting studs. Chris long dug his hands deep and hard into Eric's powerful ass as the 25 year old fucked himself back while the 32 year old drove forward. The impossible tightness of the jock cunt wrapped both top fuckers in a clenching heat that drove them higher and higher, even as the pressure of Chris' cock sliding along Mychal's deep inside Eric sent their shared lusts soaring. The slip and slide of Eric's oozing cock along the pumped up abs of his brother drove he and Mychal to the edge of sanity as their sweat and pre-cum mingled to remove any doubt of their need for each other, or their need for the third, insistently hammering cock of Chris Long. In a desperate bid to fight back his impending orgasm, Eric sank his teeth sharply into his older brother's shoulder, feeling the coppery taste of blood that told him he had broken the skin. Mychal's own teeth, teasing at his brother's ear nearly took the lobe off. Chris long's palm slammed down against the sweaty flesh of Eric Kendricks' ass in a stinging slap, pushing another copious stream of pre-cum out onto Mychal Kendricks' stomach. And still, the Viking pushed himself hard and greedily back on the two massive Eagle cocks embedded deep inside his ravaged jock cunt. Mychal recognized the signs of his little brother's impending eruption. The whistling, wheezing gasps. The short, sharp, shallow gasps of air. The way his muscular ass began to quiver and vibrate. The slight swelling of the already painfully hard cock trapped between them. He also knew from experience that when his brother did begin to pulse out his Viking load, that he himself would follow almost immediately. Given what he knew about Chris' endearing inability to hold himself back the second an ass clamped even tighter around his cock as the bottom came, the elder Kendricks brother was pretty sure that the three men were in a for one shared, prolonged, and definitely draining mutual orgasm. Part of him wished he were in his brother's position, knowing that the twistedness of two jocks cumming up one ass at nearly the same time would be something that Eric would never forget and would probably actively seek out from this day forward. Part of him also wished he was in a position to take Eric's load in his own throat, knowing the kind of flood his brother let loose when he was getting his ass hammered, especially assuming that a double fuck would surely increase the already dangerous deluge. But mostly he wanted to be no where than right where he was, and for this rutting double fuck to go on forever. Living the rest of his days feeling Chris Long's cock pressing and sliding hard, nearly choking, along his own rock hard cock inside his little brother's greedy, eager, and oh so fucking tight jock cunt. Feeling Eric's cock sliding and swelling long his sweaty body, feeling an eternal orgasm firing from his sibling's nuts to pool in the ridges and valleys of his abs. Mychal felt three cocks swelling simultaneously. His own and Chris Long's clamped tight against each other deep inside his brother's ass, and Eric's trapped painfully between their clenching abs. He had no doubt, from the feel of his brother's ass gripping tighter, grinding harder around and against the two swelling cocks in his ass that Eric felt it too. When Chris stopped slapping Eric's fuck ravaged ass and hunched down over the younger man's back he knew the knowledge was universal, and let himself slip into the bliss of it all. The first pulse of cum sizzled against his own sweaty abs as his younger brother fired first, as his own first shot rocketed from the end of his brother fucking cock deep into the battered bowels, he felt the massive swell of Chris' bigger cock against his own, feeling it's first blast of cum spew forth at the same time his brother's second washed over his gut, pooling with it's forebear. Three massive jock studs pumped three massive jock loads into and over each other, screaming full throated against each other. Teeth sinking into muscular flesh sharply as Chris and Mychal flooded blast after blast of Eagle cum deep inside the ruined but still milking Viking jock cunt. Loud moans echoed through the small room and through the door, announcing to anyone outside the small, steamy fuck nest that three testosterone fueled studs were draining their packed, virile nuts together. Two loads of jock stud cum were squelching back out of one grateful, greedy jock cunt, the copious flow bathing over two sets of still firing balls as Chris and Mychal continued thrashing against and inside Eric's gripping, sucking ass. One load of jock cum still oozing in long, almost painful, pulses from the nearly crushed balls of Eric Kendricks as he continued to grind against his brother's abs, his jock snatch still stuffed full of stud cock from his lusty, gasping partners. Slowly, the three shared nuts subsided, three bruised and bloodied jock's began to regain their breath, three sets of teeth pulled away from three spots of broken football god flesh, as the three powerful frames relaxed against each other, sated. Mychal flicked his tongue lazily over his younger brother's bruised ear lobe. "And that, E, is what happens to a jock cunt when they lose to the Eagles." "So you gonna do Brady like this in a couple of weeks, then?" "Nah, man." whispered Chris Long at his other side, "He'll get a lot worse than this. We like you."
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Sun, 11 Feb 2018 17:19:21 -0600 From: Scott Coffin <[email protected]> Subject: Championship Celebrations Gay Male/Celebrity From: scoffinator69 Disclaimer: This story is complete and utter fantasy, and should in no way be believed to say anything definitive about the characters involved, their sexual orientation, or their personal desires. It is 100% about the author thinking that this scenario would be fucking HOT. You should also realize by now that in a fantasy world, everyone is always safe from disease and disfigurement. We do not live in a fantasy world, so do with that knowledge what you will. If you are underage according to your jurisdictions applicable laws (18 or 21 in most cases), please do not read or disseminate this story in anyway. This story is copyrighted by the author as of 02-11-2018 Constructive input and/or encouragement is welcome at [email protected]. Flames will be ignored. I do hope you enjoy this story. Please consider donating to Nifty Archive. The archivist does awesome work here, and doesn't get any support except for our gratitude. Help keep this amazing site open for all of us! (This installment contains descriptions of incestuous activity) Championship Celebrations Chapter 1A: Eagles Locker Room Rutting Author's Note: This series of stories will (hopefully) be updated periodically with stories resulting from various sports championships. Not just football, but basketball, baseball, and maybe even tennis and golf. Possibly collegiate as well as professional. Prologue Eric Kendricks felt odd being here, even though it was his home locker room and he was standing directly in front of his own locker. The players celebrating around him, however, were not his teammates, they were the newly crowned world champion Philadelphia Eagles. The same team that had, just two weeks ago, humbled his Vikings. He was still not fully over that defeat, and was thinking again that he should not have come here tonight. Fortunately, at least so far, none of the Eagles had given him any shit about it, and in fact seem to welcome his presence. There was one reason and one reason only why he had come. The joy was obvious in every action of his brother. The adrenaline that Mychal was still under the influence of, coupled with the pride Eric felt in the game his older sibling had played, was infectious. At one point, nearly too much so as Eric nearly grabbed his brother in a way that they had not done been able to do in several months. And never at anytime when they were anything other than very much alone. As grateful as he was that he had been able to keep from making a perverted fool of himself, he was still a bit anxious about the fleeting look he had caught Chris Long shooting his way. The beefy, tatted up DE always looked so fucking intense on the field, but Eric had no way of knowing if what he was seeing now was left over from the game or something more. Slipping himself into the seat between Mychal and Chris was probably not the wisest thing he could have done, but looking out across the celebrating men crammed into the room did afford him some very tantalizing views as he continued to congratulate his older brother. Having raked his gaze over a smorgasbord of jock flesh, identifying a half dozen cocks he would love to sample, and at least twice as many asses as he would like to sink his teeth (and more) into. Forcing his gaze away from his brother's long cock, he felt a jolt when Mychal was told he and a couple others were needed to talk to the press. After a quick hand shake/shoulder hug at the call, Eric turned to say his good-byes and final congratulations to Chris Long, only to get another, considerably stronger, jolt. Part 1 There was no mistaking what Chris Long's penetrating stare meant as his gaze locked onto Eric's. The smirk on the older man's bearded face shot through the Vikings linebacker like a bullet. The slightest movement of Chris' big hand sweeping under and lightly cupping his balls as Eric looked on helplessly sent a shivering pulse through the linebacker's body as he gazed up at his brother's stud teammate. Eric Kendricks didn't dare try to get a fuller view of Chris Long's actions, knowing that the stud DE was casually thumbing at his balls was almost enough to make the Vikings player do something very stupid. Instead he just continued to breathe, holding the man's gaze, as Long bent over and reached into his locker with his other hand, grabbing a towel. "You know somewhere we can go." It wasn't a question. It wasn't even a command. Merely a statement of fact that Eric Kendricks was going to take Chris Long someplace private and service the champion. The 25 year old linebacker stood at the same time as the 32 year old defensive end. Eric shivered as the extra three inches of height and extra 38 lbs of muscle rose in front of him, and began moving in a daze as the Eagle stud wrapped a towel around his waist and followed. The room was only a few feet away, but it seemed a mile as Eric led Chris to the door and then slipped furtively inside, brushing against the furry, sweaty, tatted up stud. In the dim light of the storage room, Eric knelt as Chris leaned back against the wall, the linebacker looked up at the defensive end as his hands gripped the towel where it was joined at the big man's waist. Chris long gave a slight nod to the kneeling Eric Kendricks, the understanding that passed between the two men in that action brought a sucking gasp of air from the linebacker. The towel fell to the floor at the DE's feet, exposing a delectable looking but not quite half hard cock nestling in a tangle of sweaty, bushy pubic hair. Chris Long gazed down at the man kneeling before him, watched intently as Eric drank in the sight and smell of him. The sneering smirk slip across his lips again as he watched the linebacker duck his head, part his lips, slide his tongue briefly over the lower, and then slip them over his plump cock head. Eric moaned as the cock began to swell noticeably inside his mouth in both length and girth. He breathed in deeply through his nose, getting off on the scent of the Super Bowl champ's crotch. Working his tongue along the still expanding shaft, he added his throat muscles into the mix using swallowing motions to massage even more of the continually hardening cock. The combination of wet, clamping lips; agile, exploring tongue; and clutching throat muscles enveloped Chris' cock on a wet, hungry heat that brought a moan to the man's lips at the same moment that the cocksucker's own lips buried themselves in his sweaty pubes. The Eagle wondered absently how long the Viking would be able to keep the cock fully buried. Wondered how much harder he could get and still be deep throated by the 25 year old jock. The fact that he was now nearing full erection and that Eric still held him fully, thrillingly in his suckling mouth was impressive. Feeling the pressure of the back of the kneeling man's throat, knowing he still had another inch to go before he hit maximum volume, Chris Long slid his hands through the wildly curly hair of his cocksucker and pushed his hips off the wall slightly. The throat fucking defensive end was crazy turned on, and at least as impressed, as the cocksucking linebacker swallowed his urge to gag and instead let the cockhead tear into his clutching throat as it reached full hardness. The impressiveness of the action was ratcheted further up as the kid held there, lips still clamped at the very base, tongue still dancing over the gnarly, veiny surface, and throat muscles still working like a thousand fingers over the crown. When the breaths being exhaled onto his pubes increased in speed and decreased in volume, Chris Long loosened his grip on Eric Kendricks' hair to let his cocksucker set the pace. The linebacker drew himself slowly back up the length of cock as it's owners grip slackened, pursing his lips tighter the closer he got to the tip so that the pop of the release echoed dully in the small room. "Fuck that's hot...BIG fuckin' cock, man!" The words were breathed over the flaring cock head as Eric just barely removed it from his lips. Raising his hands up, Eric cupped one over the baseball sized scrotum, the other over one powerful glute, before casting his gaze up to meet Chris'. Parting his lips again, the linebacker slipped the defensive ends cock back into his mouth, impaling his throat willingly on the nine inch length of Eagle cock. The younger man got a thrilling rush of accomplishment as he watched the older's eyes nearly roll completely back into his skull as he sucked it in completely. The Viking cocksucker slid his hand off the powerful, clenching glute and up along the DE's belly and chest, gripping Chris' hand where it pinched at his own nipple, Eric brought it down, guiding it into the tangle of his hair. Sliding his own back up the powerful, furry chest, tweaking at the erect nipple with his thumb and forefinger, the linebacker let slip an "MMMHHHMMM" around the throat stretching cock in his mouth as he felt both of the DE's hands grip into his hair and scalp in the split second before the rutting started. Eric Kendricks realized for the first time how achingly hard he was in his street clothes as Chris Long power fucked his face. The linebacker reveled in the feeling of the hard thumping of his throat raper's pelvis impacting against his nose, lips and chin on each inward drive. He gloried in the stinging, slight pain as the tatted up beast yanked his head back off the cock by the hair. And he moaned almost constantly at the dizzying feel and taste and smell of the man so thoroughly, so deservedly using him as a fuck puppet. Chris Long was drunk with desire as he pounded into the willingly agape face at his groin. Full, deep thrusts into Eric's sucking mouth and throat as the linebacker continued the miraculous tongue work along the entire length of the shaft and over the full surface of his flaring, angrily purple, cock head, sent the defensive end's lust soaring on an adrenaline rush that he had thought moments ago could not go any higher than it had when the last pass of the game tumbled harmlessly to the field near the goal line. The feel of his cocksucker's fingers pinching at his nipple, the pressure of the kneeling man's other hand snaking between his legs, forearm pressed insistently along his nut sack, palm splayed on his ass urging him to deeper, harder face fucking strokes, the other hand tracing it's way up along his sweat slicked back! Wait. What? The DE's eyes shot open, frantically searching for the owner of the third hand only to almost immediately meet the smirking stare of his teammate, and his cocksucker's older brother, Mychal Kendricks. "How long it take you to get him in here?" The jovial, lust tinged tone of the question told Chris he had nothing to worry about at getting caught being so in-discretely throat raping the younger Kendricks stud. "About a minute and a half." the DE chuckled back. The shared chuckle turned into a shared roar of laughter as the both the face fucker and the older brother caught sight of the wide eyed terror on the face of the cocksucking younger brother. Mychal smiled down at Eric, slightly easing the younger brother's anxiety and began to pull his head off of and away from Chris' cock. "That true, E?" "No." the younger Kendricks boy gasped in reply, "Wasn't even a minute, I don't think." Mychal shot a quick look at his teammate, who just shrugged and smiled. The Eagle linebacker's own smile widened as he looked back down at his kneeling brother. "You are such a fuckin' slut, E." Eric's own smile widened as his big bro began undoing his pants, while he turned back and slipped his lips over the broad crown of Chris Long's cock once again. Holding his brother's lusty gaze as he took the nine inches fully back into himself. Mychal Kendricks stripped the last of his gear off quickly as he watched Eric sucking greedily at his teammate's familiar, hard cock. He knew what those cocksucking lips were capable of doing to a man. Knew the thrills rocketing through his teammate's body at the agile tongue work that Eric had perfected over the years. And knew that he needed to feel it for himself. Right here. Right now. Chris Long knew it too. As much as he knew that Mychal was vibrating at the need for his own brother's cocksucking mouth on his shank, the DE knew that he needed to witness the incestuous bond of these to NFL studs. Urging Eric away from his achingly hard cock, he guided the younger man toward his brother's eight inch fuck muscle. He caught the fleeting glimpse of nervous anticipation between the two Kendricks boys. Knew in an instant that this was not the first time they had done this together, but that it was the first time that anyone else would witness it. He swelled with pride at the honor as he watched Eric take Mychal's proud cockhead between his full lips and begin the first descent along the length. His cock pulsed in the humid air of the small room as he watched both brothers eyes roll back in their sockets. A drool of pre-cum slid down along his spit slick shaft as the two linebacker brother whimpered longingly at the union. Chris Long watched, enraptured, as Eric Kendricks willingly sank his lips and throat over the fullness of Mychal Kendricks' cock, only to slowly, lovingly, pull himself back off the shaft, hands clasping at his brother's powerful muscle butt to pull the cock back in once he reached the flaring ridge of the cockhead. The Eagles DE urged the brothers on as he drank in the increasing depth and fury of the face fucking before him. Watched Mychal's strong hands dig deeper and tighter against his brother's skull with each driving thrust. Watched Eric's strong arms clench up tight as he used all his strength to pull his brother's body deeper and harder against him. Trapping one of Mychal's erect nipples between his nipping teeth, he flicked his tongue forcefully against the tip of the purplish nub while pinching hard down on the other with his thumb and fingers had the effect he knew it would. The Kendricks brothers were now in full on, bruising, bone crashing rut! Part 2 Chris Long's cock ached from throbbing as he gorged himself on the sight before him, and he needed more. As much as he was turned on at the vision of Eric Kendricks kneeling before his older brother Mychal, as dizzying as it was watching his teammate's cock being all but devoured by his own sibling, he had to be a part of this or he felt he might explode. When he caught sight of Mychal scrambling to pull Eric's shirt off, he made his move. Pulling himself away from Mychal's battered nipples he moved behind the younger brother, bending to hook his strong hands at the Viking's waist he heaved the 25 year old linebacker up. Mychal was able to get a better grip on his brother's shirt, and he pulled it upward tangling the still greedy cocksucker inside it until the only thing to do was for Eric to pull up and off his brother's cock to finish tearing the shirt away. Chris, meantime, began digging at the front of Eric's pants, scrambling to open the button and lower the zipper before hauling them and the linebacker's underwear down over his powerful thighs. Eric Kendricks was just about ready to go back to his knees as he felt his pants lowered to around his knees, but was held up forcefully. As he dove back down onto his brother's familiar cock, taking it's entire length back into his hungry throat, he felt Chris Long's hands dig tighter into his backside, holding him steady at the same time as he opened him wide. The younger Kendricks brother moaned desperately around the cock of the older as he felt Chris' bushy beard brushing insistently on his sensitive flesh while the defensive end moved into position at the winking jock ass. Watching from above, Mychal shuddered, pushing himself involuntarily forward against his cocksucking brother's face while he watched his teammate's pointed, talented tongue drive itself between Eric's ass lips. The increased, almost delirious, moaning now emanating from his brother nearly made Mychal blow as the sound waves vibrated along and over and around the entire surface of his achingly hard eight inch shaft. Mychal Kendricks knew, exactly and from experience, what his brother was feeling at the moment. Knew that the hands digging deep and desperate into his own muscular jock butt were primarily because he was trying to hold himself upright. Knew that the clutching, swallowing gasps vibrating around his cock were due in large part to the overwhelming feelings scraping and scratching along a large portion of his nerve endings. The Eagle stud linebacker knew that this or that shiver ripping through his brother's body was due to the power apparent in the grip as Chris Long used his big, rough hands to open Eric's ass cheeks wide and vulnerable to his attack. He knew that the strong sure legs of his younger brother were now quivering, struggling to stay in place for Chris' use, and the rough, tangled, spit sloppy beard ravaging his crack was making it more and more difficult to remain upright. The 27 year old Kendricks brother knew that the mewling moans dancing off the surface of his cock were a result of the forceful jabs of the 32 year old defensive end's tongue battering against and through the sphincter of the 25 year old Kendricks boy. Mychal thought, fleetingly, that he should ease up his own attack on Eric's face, but the clear pull against his glutes by his younger brother, coupled with his own towering lust at sharing the incestuous coupling with his stud teammate, and at sharing his stud teammate with his partner in incestuous perversity, only spurred him on to fuck his brother's face harder and deeper. Not caring that he might bruise the handsome face, or split the pouty lips. And certainly not caring that he might very easily pull great shanks of hair out of his brother's head as he drove crashing thrust after crashing thrust against Eric's skull. Chris Long drove his tongue hard into the tight but welcoming jock ass of Eric Kendricks. Dug his strong, forceful fingers into the muscular glutes to peel them wide open to his assault. He loved that this ass proved another similarity between the brothers. He was getting off on the symmetry of their bodies, matched up perfectly in height, barely a whisper of difference in weight, no noticeable variance in the length or girth of their hard cocks or the way their scrotums filled his cupping palm. This though. The almost identical tang of their jock snatches. The way that Eric's winking ass lips clamped around his driving tongue showing virtually no difference to the way Mychal's always had. This was fucking HEAVEN! And Chris Long felt like a fucking god as he threw a tortuous but desperately needed rim into Eric Kendricks willing, quivering ass, even as the Viking sucked greedily at his Eagle brother's cock. The stud DE rode a wave of base pleasure at the way the younger linebacker drove himself against both men in turn. Pushing back hard and hungry against his own bearded face and driving tongue, and then reversing to inhale everything his older brother's cock offered his bitch throat. Chris removed one powerful hand form one equally powerful glute and moved it to stroke his own hard cock, working to prime himself for the fuck he knew Eric wanted. He was nearly ready to make the younger brother's wish come true when he spied the sturdy looking stool beside them, and a twisted grin split his rimming lips apart, allowing for another half inch of tongue first penetration of the linebacker's ass. The defensive end moved quickly. Pulling the stool behind his teammate even as he pulled his face away from that teammate's brother's needy jock ass, he placed one hand firmly on Mychal's chest and pushed him back, away from Eric's cocksucking mouth as the older Kendricks boy fell back into a seated position, shoulders against the bare shelves behind him. Pulling Eric upright, back tight and sweat slick, against his own furry, damp chest and thighs. "Sit on your brother's cock, kid." the growl was almost alien even to himself, "Ride it like the cock whore you are." The vibrating debasement that ripped through Eric Kendricks' body at the command reverberated against the beefy, muscular frame of the man who had made it. "Need lube." the older of the two brothers choked out. Chris was taken aback for a second as the penny dropped. He understood exactly what Mychal was proposing, but doubted sincerely that Eric did. Quickly, the younger brother reached to the back of the shelf behind a box and came back with a plastic jar of albolene which he quickly unscrewed. "It's Sendejo's...I'll owe him." he said in response to the questioning gaze of his brother. Eric Kendricks felt Chris Long's chuckle against the back of his head where the big man nuzzled against him, and heard his brother's as he caught Mychal's look of understanding what he had just more or less confessed. Digging two fingers into the gel, he swept it over his palm before smearing the viscous substance over the entire length of his brother's cock almost lovingly. He stepped in closer, straddling Mychal's strong, spread legs with his own. He watched the look of perverted anticipation wash over his brother's face, felt the catch of Chris' breath even as he felt his own breath catch, and began to lower himself over his brother's proud cock, never breaking eye contact. Feeling one of the defensive end's big hands on his ass, thumb and fingers spreading his ass crack wide and the other slipping between his thighs to grip and hold upright his older brother's rampant erection, Eric's body was ripped completely through by a strong tremor as he was suddenly hit with the full meaning of this moment. The twenty five year old Kendricks brother was willingly, greedily, about to impale himself on the familiar jock shaft of his 27 year old brother. While that was nothing new, the fact that he was about to do it in front of another human being was uncharted territory for either Mychal or Eric. Coupled with the fact that this witness was also very much an active and necessary participant in the coupling drove the Viking linebacker to a level of perverted horniness that he had not thought humanly possible. A level that he saw reflected in Mychal's eyes. Eyes that fought to stay locked with his own as his ass lips made first teasing contact with the crown of the Eagle linebackers cock. It was a fight that was lost simultaneously as both Kendricks brothers eyes rolled back in their sockets as the spit slick sphincter slipped wide to capture and engulf the albolene lubed cockhead. The feel of Eric's tight ass clamping down and sliding over Mychal's cock sent the older brother's already sky high lust soaring into the stratosphere. The welcome intrusion of the familiar cock spearing into his ass as he lowered himself eagerly onto it sent the younger brother's balls and cock to pulsing as pre-cum streamed out of him and onto Mychal's taut abs. At the feel of his brother's shaved, sweaty pubic bone hitting his own muscular ass, Eric Kendricks ground himself hard and twisting onto Mychal's lap. Chris Long watched the consummation awestruck as Mychal and Eric ground themselves against each other in incestuous need. The defensive end's cock pulsed freely as he watched the younger brother's thighs tense up, and then rise, riding himself back up the length of his older brother's shaft. As Eric began to lower himself back down, Chris caught the slight push upward by Mychal, as the two brother's crushed themselves together once again, fully, perfectly joined Kendricks cock in Kendricks ass, the defensive end swiped his forefingers over his own sensitive cockhead, spreading his pre-cum around nearly as much as he was gathering it onto his fingertips. Fingertips that he moved unconsciously to his lips and then into his mouth, sucking the tangy fluid greedily as he watched the powerful, perverted rise and fall of the brother fuckers inches away from him. Moving his hand back down to swipe at more of his own nectar, Chris was bringing them back to his parted lips when he decided to detour and slip them slowly but insistently into Eric Kendricks' cock stuffed ass, sliding them tight along the base of Mychal Kendricks' ass hammering jock cock. The additional impalement tore a full throated scream from Eric's very core before the gasping Viking linebacker tried to choke it off, worried about the men just outside the door. Chris leaned in close, breathing against the fully impaled stud's ear to let him know what was what. "Go ahead and scream, bitch." the defensive end growled, grinding his fingers deeper into the already cock stuffed 25 year old, "You think they don't know exactly what's happening to you in here already?" The humiliation somehow spurred Eric's lust on even harder as he began to ride back against the impaling cock and digging digits of his fuckers. Chris' free arm coming into the edge of his vision, the hand wrapping around the container still open on the shelf and picking it up. The removal of the fingers from alongside his brother's cock buried in his ass. The feel of Chris Long, sweaty, hairy and muscular, pressing tighter against his back. All of these things and more set a crazed swirl of emotions aflame in his lust addled brain. A swirl that quickly centered it's orbit around massive fear and equally massive need at what he knew to now be coming. Mychal Kendricks shifted his grip to the top of his brother's thighs, stilling Eric's cock riding movements even as he forced both of their legs wider apart. The older brother caught the younger's gaze with his own, locking their attentions together, the 27 year old nodding encouragingly at the 25 year old. Eric Kendricks slipped instinctively into the bond, trusting his brother completely as he felt Chris Long move more firmly against their bodies. The Viking nearly balked at the forceful push of the second cockhead against his clenching asshole., nearly coming up and off Mychal's cock in the process. The older brother dug into the younger's thighs harder and deeper, growling out a command that took Eric right back to childhood. "It's no good fighting, E. We're gonna do this no matter what...just let it go and you're gonna fuckin' love it soon enough." The words were meant to be encouraging, but choked by his older brother's lust as they were, Eric only heard something like a threat. A threat that somehow made it all okay. A threat that would allow himself to say that he didn't actually want this. A threat that told him he would face more damage from fighting this rape than he would at the impossible idea of two cocks tearing through his ass simultaneously. The acceptance of that, unbidden as it was, allowed the briefest quiver of his already wide stretched sphincter. A brief quiver that was all Chris Long needed. The defensive end's palm had splayed out in the middle of Eric's back, urging the young man further forward over his brother's broad chest. The Viking Kendricks' face rested against the shoulder of the Eagle Kendricks, the new forward position split the younger brother's ass wider still as Chris Long forced his way into the already impaled linebacker's ass. The tearing, searing pain ripping through Eric Kendricks' entire being as nine hard inches of jock cock drove into him alongside the eight hard inches already occupying his bowels was not enough to shield the 25 year old jock from the knowledge that even as his ass was being bulldozed into ruins, his cock, pressed tight against his older brother's belly, had never been harder in his life. The deep moan that slipped from between his lips as Chris Long gained full purchase inside him and alongside Mychal's cock did not come as a surprise to any of them, as much as Eric wished that it had. The desperately needy groan of 'don't. keep it in' as the defensive end began to pull back out of him was the deepest admission that Eric had ever made about himself. An admission that he had needed this his entire life without knowing it. An admission that he was less than these two powerful men pistoning in and out of his clenching, milking ass. Acknowledgment by deed that if ever, whenever, these two men whistled, he back his greedy jock cunt right back onto their hard cocks and fuck himself straight through the gates of hell if they told him to. The grind back came as a surprise to all three men. The push of Eric Kendricks' hips back along his brother's and his Brother's teammates jock fucking cocks brought shivers and goosebumps to the three rutting studs. Chris long dug his hands deep and hard into Eric's powerful ass as the 25 year old fucked himself back while the 32 year old drove forward. The impossible tightness of the jock cunt wrapped both top fuckers in a clenching heat that drove them higher and higher, even as the pressure of Chris' cock sliding along Mychal's deep inside Eric sent their shared lusts soaring. The slip and slide of Eric's oozing cock along the pumped up abs of his brother drove he and Mychal to the edge of sanity as their sweat and pre-cum mingled to remove any doubt of their need for each other, or their need for the third, insistently hammering cock of Chris Long. In a desperate bid to fight back his impending orgasm, Eric sank his teeth sharply into his older brother's shoulder, feeling the coppery taste of blood that told him he had broken the skin. Mychal's own teeth, teasing at his brother's ear nearly took the lobe off. Chris long's palm slammed down against the sweaty flesh of Eric Kendricks' ass in a stinging slap, pushing another copious stream of pre-cum out onto Mychal Kendricks' stomach. And still, the Viking pushed himself hard and greedily back on the two massive Eagle cocks embedded deep inside his ravaged jock cunt. Mychal recognized the signs of his little brother's impending eruption. The whistling, wheezing gasps. The short, sharp, shallow gasps of air. The way his muscular ass began to quiver and vibrate. The slight swelling of the already painfully hard cock trapped between them. He also knew from experience that when his brother did begin to pulse out his Viking load, that he himself would follow almost immediately. Given what he knew about Chris' endearing inability to hold himself back the second an ass clamped even tighter around his cock as the bottom came, the elder Kendricks brother was pretty sure that the three men were in a for one shared, prolonged, and definitely draining mutual orgasm. Part of him wished he were in his brother's position, knowing that the twistedness of two jocks cumming up one ass at nearly the same time would be something that Eric would never forget and would probably actively seek out from this day forward. Part of him also wished he was in a position to take Eric's load in his own throat, knowing the kind of flood his brother let loose when he was getting his ass hammered, especially assuming that a double fuck would surely increase the already dangerous deluge. But mostly he wanted to be no where than right where he was, and for this rutting double fuck to go on forever. Living the rest of his days feeling Chris Long's cock pressing and sliding hard, nearly choking, along his own rock hard cock inside his little brother's greedy, eager, and oh so fucking tight jock cunt. Feeling Eric's cock sliding and swelling long his sweaty body, feeling an eternal orgasm firing from his sibling's nuts to pool in the ridges and valleys of his abs. Mychal felt three cocks swelling simultaneously. His own and Chris Long's clamped tight against each other deep inside his brother's ass, and Eric's trapped painfully between their clenching abs. He had no doubt, from the feel of his brother's ass gripping tighter, grinding harder around and against the two swelling cocks in his ass that Eric felt it too. When Chris stopped slapping Eric's fuck ravaged ass and hunched down over the younger man's back he knew the knowledge was universal, and let himself slip into the bliss of it all. The first pulse of cum sizzled against his own sweaty abs as his younger brother fired first, as his own first shot rocketed from the end of his brother fucking cock deep into the battered bowels, he felt the massive swell of Chris' bigger cock against his own, feeling it's first blast of cum spew forth at the same time his brother's second washed over his gut, pooling with it's forebear. Three massive jock studs pumped three massive jock loads into and over each other, screaming full throated against each other. Teeth sinking into muscular flesh sharply as Chris and Mychal flooded blast after blast of Eagle cum deep inside the ruined but still milking Viking jock cunt. Loud moans echoed through the small room and through the door, announcing to anyone outside the small, steamy fuck nest that three testosterone fueled studs were draining their packed, virile nuts together. Two loads of jock stud cum were squelching back out of one grateful, greedy jock cunt, the copious flow bathing over two sets of still firing balls as Chris and Mychal continued thrashing against and inside Eric's gripping, sucking ass. One load of jock cum still oozing in long, almost painful, pulses from the nearly crushed balls of Eric Kendricks as he continued to grind against his brother's abs, his jock snatch still stuffed full of stud cock from his lusty, gasping partners. Slowly, the three shared nuts subsided, three bruised and bloodied jock's began to regain their breath, three sets of teeth pulled away from three spots of broken football god flesh, as the three powerful frames relaxed against each other, sated. Mychal flicked his tongue lazily over his younger brother's bruised ear lobe. "And that, E, is what happens to a jock cunt when they lose to the Eagles." "So you gonna do Brady like this in a couple of weeks, then?" "Nah, man." whispered Chris Long at his other side, "He'll get a lot worse than this. We like you." </[email protected]> </div></div>
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U-N-I Chapter 1 Hello dear readers. I said when I concluded the story that I’d try to rewrite the first chapters. I have started doing that with a british editor and reworked chapter 1 to 4. Let me know what you think of the story at [email protected] and check out my tumblr blog at https://u-n-i-live.tumblr.com/ --------- It’s 2018. The five of us are sitting in Heathrow airport, waiting to board a plane to New york where we have several interviews to give and a couple of TV shows to shoot for the promotion of our fourth album with U-N-I. U-N-I, that’s the name we gave to the group we formed over ten years ago. Our lives have been so crazy in the past ten years, sometimes I still have to pinch myself to make sure this is all really happening. I always knew we would be famous one day. Ever since our first jam session in two thousand and five, I knew we would become the biggest rock band in the world…or I hoped so anyway. To be honest with you, if someone had told me back then that we would become this huge band, I would have had serious doubts about the truthfulness of that statement. But one can always dream. My father had always told me not to dream. To dream was to be disappointed and it was a waste of time. I learned not to listen to my father though. To me, the power of imagination was priceless and at an early age I was determined to do everything I possibly could to make my dreams come true and to live up to my expectations. Ok I’m getting a little carried away here but now that you know the end of the story, let’s start with the beginning. -- I was born in Ireland from a French father and an Irish mother. We lived in the Dublin suburb of Rathmines, a cool suburban alternative to living in Dublin, according to our parents. It had its own high street, cool pubs, bars, restaurants and brilliant vintage shops. There were lots to do and we were not far from the city centre. Growing up, I had a great group of friends. I couldn’t even remember not knowing them. We had grown up together, started going to school together, practiced the same activities after school, enjoyed the same sports… but mainly, we all loved the same music and we were all playing instruments. We had always been the best of friends, simply because we lived in the same street. None of us lived far away from each other, although Robbie and I were the nearest neighbours, with Jordan just around the corner. Damon lived only a little further up the street and Dylan moved to the neighbourhood and joined our group of friends when we were around the age of ten. We could walk between all five houses in under five minutes. None of us were really Irish though. Jordan had Scottish parents who had moved to Dublin for work, Dylan had moved from Southampton in England, and Robbie’s mum was Spanish, and his dad was English. Only Damon had Irish parents. He actually looked the most Irish, fair skin and all. The rest of us had darker skin and we could get a nice tan pretty easily when we went abroad. You don’t get much sun in Dublin. Jordan was the youngest, and Dylan the oldest, although we were all really close in age and over the years, our respective birthdays were always a good excuse to have a party. Dylan was born in january 90, Damon in march, Rob and I were both born a few days apart in May, and finally Jordan in August. There was also Rachel, who seemed to be the only girl in the neighbourhood who managed to put up with us. She always wanted to hang out with us and play our games. She was a great girl, funny, smart and even pretty. She was our number one fan whenever we’d perform live together. She was part of our little gang. We really liked having her around and when puberty kicked in, she and I had started dating. So, she had been my girlfriend for a couple of years already. I loved her, and I loved my friends. I couldn’t imagine not having them in my life. I was very close to Jordan, we often hung out together and we loved each other’s company, we would always play music together whenever we hung out. He had acquired a bass and he was a quick learner. I played the piano and the guitar. I was quite musically versatile, but I had learned how to play the piano around the age of seven and I was very good at it, probably because my father was always forcing me to practice, not wanting to spend money on lessons for no results. But since we had begun playing together, I had started playing the guitar and it had become my instrument. I was always carrying it around, playing it whenever I could really, and I was starting to write songs. I had a very good ear for music, I could find a melody in an instant. I was a bit embarrassed to show the guys, but in school, or in my spare time, I had started writing lyrics as well. It was becoming a habit. Anytime I thought of something, experienced something, or witnessed something, I would try to write about it. I was carrying this notebook with me and just scribbled ideas whenever I could. Whenever I was not hanging out with Jordan, or with Rachel, you would most likely find me with Robbie, mostly at night. He was my next door neighbour, and he was always, always there for me, whenever things got too tough for me to handle at home. Indeed, to counterbalance with having the best friends I could possibly ask for, I had the worst family. Well maybe not, but it did feel that way to me. My father was drinking too much, he was out in the pubs every night after work and would always come home late, drunk and often violent. He wasn't beating me up exactly, or even hitting me frequently, although it had happened a few times but the threat of violence was always there. He would grab my arm a little too roughly, or push me against a wall, or slap my face. He was an angry drinker. Drinking was probably a way of avoiding other issues, such as feeling like a totally useless member of society, going to a dead boring job every day to buy alcohol or cigarettes or if need be, to feed a wife and kids he, from the look of it, didn’t even love, although he was a lot nicer to my brother Thomas and my sister Amy, for some reason. I had made a promise to myself never to be like him. I didn’t want to end up like that. I wanted my life to be exceptional. The only good thing I had learned from him was French. He was born in France but had moved to Ireland with his parents when he was a teenager. He’d almost never speak to us in English and we had to talk to him in French most of the time or he’d get mad, telling us that we’d never learn if we kept speaking in English. Even between my brother, sister and me we spoke French to each other if he was around. He'd never really managed to teach my mum but despite not really speaking the language, she understood it pretty well so French was the language we usually spoke in the house. It was not the best way to learn a language because it was forced on us but we did learn it. Unlike my dad, my mum didn't drink, but she was not a very loving mum. I couldn’t really remember her cuddling me as a child. I didn’t feel much loved in my own home. She was a Christian, not that there was anything wrong with that, but she really had some pretty strong beliefs. She did not seem to be able to make allowances. She followed blindly the dictates of the church and she was very stubborn about it. She had to put up with an abusive husband and a pretty sad life I must add, doing the cleaning, cooking, shopping, taking care of the kids and receiving no appreciation or love for it, and I’m pretty sure that she believed God had intended it that way to make her stronger so she was just putting up with it. She was a strict mother and even though she knew how my dad treated me, she never said anything to him about it. Whenever I complained to her about him, she always told us that God had a plan, and that everything we went through in life had a reason to happen. Consequently, I didn’t particularly enjoy spending time at home. Robbie lived in the house right next to mine. Our mothers were friends and had basically given birth a few days apart. Growing up, they kept telling us how they used to put us in the same playpen, so our friendship went way back. I really thought the guys were a pretty amazing bunch of friends, but Rob and I were best friend, and everybody knew that. I really felt the most connected to him, we knew each other so well, we spent so much time with each other, because every time I needed to escape my father when he came home drunk, I went to his. If my parents started fighting, if I had a fight with my brother or my sister, I climbed out of my window or walked out the door and went straight to Rob’s. I used any excuse I could find to leave and go to his place. The peace and love in his house was priceless to me. Rob and his family knew what I was escaping from, I had started doing it at an early age, I must have been only seven or eight the first time I had run to his place in the evening to escape my father’s violent outbursts. I had knocked at the door and Rob’s mother had let me in, comforted me, as if she had known what was happening to me, and asked my mother if I could stay the night because I was too damn scared of going back home. She knew and understood what I was going through, she was always there to take me in her arms and make me feel special and loved in a way that my parents couldn’t. Over the years, it had become natural, I considered Rob’s mum and dad as my second parents. I’m sure Rob’s mother tried to make the situation better by talking to my mother and after a while it probably became an understanding, my mum would let me slip out of the house leaving me to be cared cared for by someone else. That way she knew I was safe and my dad was just happy that I wasn’t home most of the time. He didn’t have to bother with me. So, despite spending most of my childhood nights sleeping in my best friend’s bed I always went home after school, after all it was my house, it was where I was supposed to be; after dinner though there was always something that would make me want to escape and I often found myself knocking at my neighbour’s door, hoping they would let me stay with them one more time. It was during one of those nights that my relationship with Rob suddenly changed. We were eighteen and about to graduate from high school. We'd had a pretty long hard day at school and we still had lots of revising to do so that day I didn’t even bother going home; we just left school and went to his place, straight up to his room. Instead of studying when we got to his room I started going through the new NME magazine that his mother had just bought for him. We just loved talking about music, the bands we admired, the songs we loved. He was also very musical and played the guitar so we’d always play together and I’d show him the melodies I had come up with. We had started writing songs together. He was the only one who knew I was writing lyrics and he was always supportive and admiring of what I was doing, always telling me I had an incredible talent for it, and that if we ever were to become successful, they would have me to thank. I had a good voice too, and I loved singing, but so did Rob. He was, however, a lot more confident than I was, I didn’t mind singing behind closed doors but I couldn’t bring myself to do it in front of an audience; Rob, on the other hand, loved performing. He had such a good voice and he brought so most energy and passion into his performance that whenever we played music with our friends he was always the one singing. Plus, it gave him an opportunity to show off, which he just loved to do. We usually learned how to play songs from The Rolling Stones, The Beatles, Queen, The Eagles, Don Mclean, Elvis, Bob Dylan and most especially U2. We were huge fans of them. They were our inspiration. And after learning how to cover hundreds of songs, it just sort of happened. Just like that. A brand new melody coming out of nowhere. Well it was coming from us, but it didn’t feel that way. It felt like it was coming from another place. The songs sort of wrote themselves, and it was an amazing feeling. We were so thrilled to be able to do that and we all really loved playing and writing together. We had spent hours in Damon’s garage, because that was where the drums were, and when we began to realize that we could come up with sounds of our own, it all started to become really exciting. We were huge fans of them, they were our inspiration. And then, after learning how to cover hundreds of songs, it just sort of happened. Just like that. A brand new sound coming out of nowhere; well it was coming from us but it didn’t feel that way. It felt like it was coming from another place. Damon was definitely sticking to the drums. He didn't have a very strong body and he was quite thin, but somehow, he managed to hit the drums with so much energy and enthusiasm that he had convinced us very early on that he was supposed to be the drummer. Whenever I wasn’t, Dylan was playing the keyboard. Except for when I was writing songs, I was playing electric and acoustic guitars, Rob too if we needed it, but I felt more comfortable finding a melody on the piano. Jordan was getting to be really good on bass. Rachel was our groupie, telling everyone how good we were, making sure people would come and watch us play whenever we performed live in pubs and bars. She was so funny. I think she just wanted to make her friends jealous because she was friends with us and they weren’t. I remember how one day in school as she came up to me went, "Hon, you gotta hug me like right now, and kiss me, make it look like you care, k! cuz there’s this new girl who doesn’t believe me when I tell her we’re dating. She’s so into you, she annoys the crap outta me, I just wanna make her so jealous!" "You’re mean. You know that?" I just told her, but did it anyway. I sort of liked her twisted mind. Anyway, I was still sitting on Rob’s bed when I heard my dad scream from downstairs. "Mark, if you’re in here, you’d better come home right now!" "Shit!" I exclaimed, looking at Rob and standing up in a flash. “What the fuck does he want?” Rob said as he headed out the bedroom. I followed him reluctantly and we both went down the stairs. As soon as I was close enough to him my dad roughly grabbed my arm and tried to throw me out the door. "Hey, leave him the fuck alone!" Rob shouted at my dad as I passed by him on my way back inside, as there was no way I was going to follow him home and do as I was told, and Rob knew that. "Excuse me?" he asked him back with an angry voice, looking at Rob straight in the eye. "I said, leave him the fuck alone!" Rob repeated with confidence, not breaking eye contact. He had deep green eyes, and he could definitely talk with his eyes, there was a light in them, and as he looked straight at my father at that moment, he made him hesitate. "We were studying, we have exams next week so whatever you want him to do for you tonight, it ain't gonna happen." "Is that so?" "Yeah! We’re eighteen now, and soon, trust me, he's out of your life forever." My father just laughed, "Good luck with that. Why don’t you try to find yourself a job first. Now, let’s go Mark! We’re leaving, we’re invited." "I don’t wanna go, I’ve got better things to do!" I said to him angrily. "NOW!" he yelled, and pushed Rob away. But Rob fought back, pushing him out the door. "He’s not coming with you!" Rob added, with a determined tone of voice. "What’s going on?" we heard Rob’s mother say as she was just getting home from work. "Jane, can you please tell your son to respect his elders." "That’s okay James, Mark can stay here tonight, they need to study." "Like that’s gonna make them smarter!" he told her nastily then looked over to me and spat, "Fine, you get to explain to your mother why you didn’t come with us, I didn’t want you around anyway." I glared at him and he left, giving up on me…again. I shook my head at what he'd said and turned to Rob’s mother. "Thanks Jane,” I said. “I have a feeling I would have received a few punches tonight." She sighed knowingly, "I’m sorry he’s doing this to you," she said as she came over to me and gave me a quick but comforting hug. "Come on, you two,” she began saying to change the subject. “go back upstairs and study. I’ll call you when dinner’s ready." We nodded and went back to Rob's room. "Fuck, I hate him!' I said as I entered Rob’s room, "I can’t believe you stood up to him like that" I told him, quite impressed. "I can’t stand this anymore,” he spat. “we’re eighteen. He can’t treat you like that. This has gotta stop. You’re staying here from now on, alright? And as soon as we make enough money, you can just leave and never go back!" "If only that was true." "It can be. It will be!" he said with confidence in his voice. “Yeah, I guess,” I smiled coyly. He came closer to me and gently wrapped his arms around my back. I let him hug me for a moment. I knew he was only trying to make me feel better. "This isn’t fair,” he spoke with sadness in his voice. “you don’t deserve this.” For a moment, I hugged him back and as usual, it felt comfortable. I felt protected and safe. It lasted a bit too long and I began to pull back, wondering why he wasn’t letting go. As I eased further back, my eyes met his and he gazed at me, but then quickly looked away. "Well, come on. Let’s study a little and prove your asshole of a father wrong." We did study and I stayed with Rob’s family again that night. We were all very quiet during dinner, we briefly talked about the upcoming exams and the gig we were going to play on the next day. Every time I glanced at Rob, it seemed he was already watching me. He kept looking right into me with a reassuring smile, letting me know he was there for me and it felt good. He had a killer smile. It made me feel so much better every time he smiled at me, no matter the problems I had at home, he could just smile at me and the look of happiness on his face would take all of my worries away. I could always see real understanding and care when he looked at me. He had such great eyes. They were mainly green but there were different shades in them. He sort of had this amazing ability to talk with his eyes. You could read his emotions and feelings just by looking into them. It gave him charisma and confidence…which was the reason why we had all agreed that along with the fact that he had a great voice, he had the personality to be our frontman. People were drawn to him. He was just a born entertainer. He was great to hang out with. He could make people laugh really easily and he loved being the center of attention. You could never get bored with him. He always had these wild ideas about what to do to entertain ourselves and I gotta say, it got us into trouble more than once. Jordan was a lot like that too. He was the kind of guy who’s always joking around but in a smart way, if you know what I mean. He was popular at school. All the girls were drooling all over him. Well to be honest, they were drooling over me too, but Rob, I don’t know he’d make them laugh, and he was just so nice and sweet with everyone. He always thought of other people before he thought of himself. Rob just had this capacity to love and show emotions. When we were together, the attention was definitely more directed toward him than me. I’m sure it also had something to do with his eyes. I’m telling you, you could see his soul in those eyes. Girls were attracted to them like moths to a flame. But even though he was this confident guy out in public, I knew that sometimes he was just putting on a show to not let people know how he really felt, which he still does ten years later. He was really good at that but I could see through him. I think I was probably the only person he felt comfortable enough with to be completely himself. He always acted differently around me. He was shier and more reserved. He didn't joke around as much, he was more serious and sincere and, well, himself. I knew sides of his personality like his doubts, fears and insecurities that few people knew about, probably not even his mother. And that night, all I could see was how much he cared for me and it was a bit unsettling. I had been feeling a bit weird and awkward around him lately. Something had changed in his attitude. He was overprotective of me. He always wanted to hang out, always wanted me to stay the night, never wanted me to go home. I knew he was worried that something would go wrong with my dad and that I had better stay away from him, but I was starting to feel that there might be more than that. We went back to his room after dinner but we didn’t study again. We each took a quick shower, played video games for a bit and then a bit of guitar. “Hey, what d’you think of this riff?” I told him as I played it to him. “Hehe,” he said with a laugh. “Fucking awesome. When did you come up with that?” “Just now.” “Doesn’t it sound a bit like Muse? Sounds like Showbiz to me?” “Does it?” I asked, playing it again. “Shit! Am I plagiarizing without realizing it?” He laughed, “Dunno, just sounds similar.” “Fuck, whatever, I’m done. I’m knackered,” I said as I put down my guitar and climbed under the bed covers. Rob picked up my guitar and practiced a couple of U2 songs for a while. I just listened and began to wonder how to ask him what I wanted to ask him. Again, the whole evening had been weird, we had barely talked to each other but we had done a lot of talking with our eyes, there was a sort of…connection between us that I had been feeling more and more. It was becoming stronger and stronger every day. We never felt the need to talk non-stop when we were together. We always had something to talk about though but sometimes we just hung out silently together. The silence between us was always a comfortable one. It was never awkward. I was almost beginning to drift off to sleep when Rob joined me under the covers. I turned around and lay closer to the edge of the bed to give him more space. I had my back to him but after only a few seconds, he sort of snuggled up to me. He wasn’t exactly touching me, but he was lying close enough so that I could feel his breath and his body-heat on me, and it felt good. Too good. Sexually good. Once again, I wanted him to press his body harder against mine. I wanted to feel the weight of his body on me. I didn’t move though and I knew he wasn’t going to either, he never did. I was straight. I was dating Rachel. I was straight I kept telling myself almost every night. I was fucking straight, but I couldn’t help feeling mixed emotions and I couldn’t help being sexually curious when it came to him. I had been suspecting it for a while now. He wasn’t interested in dating anyone seriously, whereas I was having a pretty serious relationship with my girlfriend. When I was hanging out with her and we couldn’t spend time together, he’d either hang out with our group of friends or, as he’d always tell me, he’d go to Dublin to meet more interesting girls than the ones from our school. I didn’t really have any reasons to doubt that since there were dozens of girls lined up at the end of our performances to talk to him when we played live in pubs. But I hadn’t met any of them and he kept avoiding the subject with some sort of smart comment whenever I’d try to talk to him about girls. I wasn’t the only one to suspect that maybe he wasn’t straight… so did our friends. But they weren’t as close to him as I was. They weren’t sleeping in his bed almost every night . . . like I was. I kept telling myself that I was just horny at night like this, I kept wishing that he’d make some sort of move on me. I wanted him to put his arm around me. I wanted him to try and kiss me or touch me, damn, I fucking wanted to have sex with him but I was too afraid to admit it to myself, even less to him. I knew the main reason why I was feeling this way was that I could feel how much Rob wanted to be close to me, all the time. Just thinking about the fact that he was gay and probably interested in fooling around with me was turning me on. Once again, my cock began to stiffen, but this time, I decided to do something about it. I took a deep breath as I worked up the courage to actually ask him once and for all. "Rob?" "Yeah," he just said. "You still awake?" "You know that was just me talking, right?" he joked. I had to let out a small chuckle as I turned around to face him. I looked into his eyes for a second. "I mean, do you wanna sleep or can we talk about something?" He frowned slightly. "Well, we can talk. What about?" "I’m not sure… I just…I just feel…,” I took another deep breath. “Fuck,” I huffed. “You know what, forget it. Let’s just sleep," I said. I couldn’t find the right words and I began to back away. "No tell me, what is it? I’m gonna make you tell me now anyway," he insisted. "Ok. Look. I was wondering…like…how do you feel about girls?" I asked him. "I…. why are you asking me this?" "Cause, I dunno. All these girls…,” I began saying, talking about his fans who were all trying to get his attention after our gigs or at school. “You’re not even remotely interested in dating any of them, are you?” “I’m not,” he confirmed. “Why would I want to date them?” he asked mischievously, probably hoping to make me think he was only interested in fucking them. “Why don’t you want to date them?" I asked. "Because it’s too much trouble.” “Is it?” I asked suspiciously and he looked at me as if he had suddenly understood why I had brought up the subject. “I just, I just don’t want to,” he mumbled. “I want to focus on the band, I wanna play music and stuff…, I don’t …" and he sighed and stopped talking. He sat up on the bed and I propped myself up on one arm, facing him. I just looked at him and waited for him to say something or to look at me, but he didn’t. He couldn’t. "Rob, you can tell me, you know. You can tell me anything, I’m your best friend so just say it, it’s alright," I said in a reassuring tone of voice. Then I sat up and waited. It took a few seconds before he raised his head and his eyes finally met mine. I could see shock and fear in them. I just stared at him and tried to give him strength. He knew what I was waiting for him to say. But he didn’t say anything, and his beautiful eyes began to water. "You gay?" I asked, but it was not really a question. He took a deep breath and looked down again. I waited for him to process my question and after a moment he looked up at me and spoke. "What if I am!" he said with confidence in his voice again. "I don’t care. It doesn’t change anything. I just wanna know." He looked away and sighed as he said, "I don’t think I can talk to you about this." "Why can’t you? We’ve always told each other everything. You can talk to me about this, it’s fine." "No. This is different. How'd you figure it out?" I was silent for a moment. I wasn’t sure how to answer without telling him about how I was feeling. I tried to gather my thoughts and answered, "’Cause you’ve been acting differently around me. You look at me differently, you smile at me differently. You always try to protect me. I feel there’s more closeness when we’re together." "Alright stop, I get it. I thought I was being more subtle than that." "I know you. You can’t fool me. I can read you like an open book." More silence. He wasn’t talking so I tried to make him talk. "You ever been with a guy?" I asked. "Yeah," he softly answered. "Really?" I asked, surprised, now, I was curious. "Who?" "A few guys in Dublin…” “Oh…,” I nodded, understanding why he’d go to Dublin by himself and never talk to me about it. “And you know, Charlie, from school?" "Charlie, yeah… no way, he’s gay?!" I asked a bit stunned. "Yeah, very!" he answered, chuckling a little. My mouth dropped open and I chuckled. I actually thought that was kind of hot, as I pictured them briefly together. "Damn!" Rob smiled at me he was starting to relax a little. There was no more fear in his eyes. He could tell that I was ready to hear this and that I was cool with it. "He doesn’t look gay or act gay at all," I said, still a bit surprised. "Well, neither do I… " "That’s true." I looked at him and noticed again how masculine he looked. He had a great body, tanned skin, dark hair, a noticeable six pack and strong arms. His voice was deep and he wasn’t obviously gay in the way he spoke or acted. He was very attractive. And I couldn’t help but acknowledge the fact that I did find him so. As ambivalent as I was about my feelings for him, I couldn’t help but try and talk to him about them. I was nervous and I didn’t know how to go about it. I had already managed to make him come out to me, I wasn’t sure he was ready to talk about the feelings he obviously had for me. He looked briefly into my eyes, but looked away and sighed, ill-at-ease. "Is he, like, your boyfriend? I never see you hang out with him." "No, I never do. We just get together once in a while, it’s just sex. He’s fun." "I see!" I smiled at him. "Must be hard to keep this to yourself." He gazed at me and shrugged. "Do you need a hug?" I said to lighten up his mood.... and to be totally honest, to feel his strong body against mine again. He laughed slightly. "Sure!" he answered with another slight shrug. I shifted my body closer to his. He moved and let me wrapped my legs around him. I held him against me and he rested his forehead on my shoulder and sighed. We didn’t move, we didn’t speak a word, we just enjoyed the closeness and again, I felt how connected we were. After a short moment, he started to hold me tighter and drew my body closer to his. He clung onto me, our bodies quite close to each other, our t shirt covered chests pressing together. I felt his breathing change and I knew he was crying a little. "Don’t cry, man, it’s okay," I told him reassuringly. “I know,” he answered with confidence on his voice. “It’s just so hard to talk to you about this.” I didn’t respond right away. I just continued holding him for a while. “Why can’t you talk to me about it?” I eventually asked him. He dried his eyes and and kept his tight grip on me. His breathing returned to normal and he raised his head a little. I felt his lips on my ear. “Cause I love you," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. "I love you so much it hurts." I froze. I hadn’t expected him to be so straightforward. I instantly felt a wave of lust rushing through me ast he whispered those words into my ear. "I… I know, I kinda figured," I stuttered, unable to say anything else. He pulled back to finally look at me in the eye. I could see so many emotions in those beautiful eyes of his. It felt more like he was looking into me again. It felt like he was trying to see into my soul, to read my mind, and he said softly,"I know you’re straight. I know I can’t have you. I just don’t wanna lose your friendship. But I had to tell you. Don’t weird out on me okay, please!" he begged. I placed my hand behind me and pulled away from him a little with a sigh. I wasn't fully hard but I was worried he would notice that I was turned on by what he was telling me. "I won’t," I promised him. But I knew something would change. Things could not be the same. Because I knew I was going to act on those feelings I had. I was sexually curious, and I felt attracted to him. I briefly thought about Rachel, but I knew she would not find out about this. "Fuck,” he breathed. “I didn’t know how to tell you this. How d’you feel about it?" "I dunno. I’ve only just started suspecting that you might be gay… How long have you known?" I asked. "I think I’ve always known," he answered. "But I guess it became clear to me when I was like ….thirteen. I’ve always been more attracted to boys," he smiled and then added, “I’ve always been….” He stopped mid-sentenced and stared into my eyes. I held his stare. "How long have you had feelings for me?" I blurted out. "Don’t make me say it!" he said as his eyes left mine. "How long?" I insisted. "Since I was thirteen," he admitted and I took a deep breath. "But the last couple of years have been really hard," he admitted. "And you would let me sleep in your bed, and not say anything?" "I couldn’t say anything. I was just happy to have you there, even if I couldn’t touch you. I liked having you close to me. I didn’t want to lose your friendship. You’re too important to me,” he paused, "Mark… I don’t want this to make you stop coming over. If you need to get away from your place, please, still come over here. You don’t have to worry about me or what I feel, I’ll get over it. Actually, I’m glad you know. It will make things easier for me, and you can just tell me to stop if you feel uncomfortable or if I’m getting too close to you." He looked at me intensely, "Promise me!" I watched him and for a few seconds, I wondered how I could tell him that maybe, just maybe, I didn’t want him to keep his hands off me. Evidently, I felt something for him that was going beyond friendship. I loved him. But I wasn’t gay. … or was I? Did I just want to try? Was this just lust? This could ruin everything between us. What if I was just curious but I realized I didn’t like it. I couldn’t do that to him. Let him have me just once and then tell him that I wasn’t interested. But I loved him. I had that feeling in my body that told me I would cry a river if I were to lose him. He was my best friend, we knew each other better than we knew anyone else. We shared everything and he meant so much to me. He was someone I could tell everything to, he was someone I could go to when things were too hard to handle at home and I knew there’d be no judgements, just understanding and help. "Yeah of course, I promise. I still wanna come over here and hang out. I told you, it doesn’t change anything. You’re my best friend, and I …I love you too, you know," I said calmly. "What?" He asked, a bit taken aback. I think he heard in my tone of voice that I meant more than just ‘I love you as a friend’ " "What d'you mean?" "I mean, I love you… because … well, I couldn’t even imagine not hanging out with you anymore, there’s just no way. Come on, we’re talking about you and I here. You’re always there for me, I can always count on you. You protect me all the time. And if I’m bringing this up tonight, it’s because I feel… I feel so conflicted about this." He raised his brows. “You feel conflicted?” I stayed silent and he waited for me to continue. He could sense I wasn’t finished. "I don’t think I’m gay. I dunno, I’ve never asked myself that question. But when I’m with you… at night… I don’t know…. I just feel…" I really didn’t know how to explain it to him. I didn’t even understand it myself. I stopped talking and again, he waited, so I took a deep breath and said, "I just feel … like I could try things with you… and it wouldn’t be weird!" I could tell he wasn’t expecting me to say this at all. "Are you saying you might want to…do stuff,” he asked cautiously. I rubbed the back of my neck as I answered, "Maybe, I just don’t know. Maybe, I guess I’m just curious. But I don’t want, oh god, I really don't know… " I said, letting my hand fall back onto my lap. He just stared at me for a few seconds until he said with a lot of confidence, "You know, let’s be honest here. I’ve been fantasizing about kissing you for almost five years…. You can’t tell me stuff like that!" I smiled and gazed into his eyes, loving how bright and hopeful they looked at that instant, "Well… do it if you want!" I responded straightforwardly. I so wanted to know what it would feel like. The more we were talking about it, the more turned on I was. I wanted to do things with him, I was sure of that, it was all I could think about. I couldn’t even bring myself to think about what it would change between us, or between me and my girlfriend. He looked at me like I could not possibly be serious. "Are you for real?" he asked with uncertainty in his voice. I swallowed, "Yeah, I’m curious. We can try. I don’t mind," I said, not really sure I meant it. He looked deep into my eyes again, hesitated for a couple of seconds and then shifted his by closer to mine. "Well, you know what?" he said, with his usual self assurance, "If I’m gonna ruin everything between us, I might as well take everything I can with me!" Before I had time to think twice about it, he had wrapped his legs around me again. He placed one hand behind my lower back, the other behind my neck. Then he drew me closer and his lips were on mine. It felt so electric and goosebumps covered my arms. Another wave of lust rushed through me when I realized what was happening. His tongue played with my lips and his hard body was tightly pressed against mine. I hadn’t expected this. Well, actually, I had thought it might feel like this, but I couldn’t believe I had been right. Fuck, maybe I was gay. That was the first thought that went through my head. But I didn’t care. He was slightly smiling as he was kissing me, but I wasn’t kissing him back. I didn’t know what to do. It felt so good to feel his lips against mine and I still couldn’t believe how much I liked it. It felt so different to kissing Rachel. There was more pressure, more intensity. He was turning me on so much more. I felt his tongue trying to push its way into my mouth, as if asking for permission to part my lips, I came back to earth and started to kiss him back. I opened my mouth slightly and let my tongue play with his. God, I loved it! Kissing him felt like the most natural thing in the world. It was the most natural thing in the world, it felt totally familiar even though we’d never done it before. The kiss was gentle and hesitant at first but when he saw that I wasn’t stopping him and that I was kissing him too, he closed his eyes and drew me even closer to him, if it was even possible. He ran his hand through my hair and kissed me more passionately, my cock stiffened instantly. There was an intensity to the kiss that I had never experienced before. He pushed his tongue deeper into my mouth, his fingers still running through my hair. I couldn’t believe how amazing this felt. I was rock hard by now and I could feel that he was too. We started moaning as we continued kissing, our crotches rubbing together. Rob caressed the back of my head with his fingers and then pushed his body hard against mine, forcing me to lie down on my back, him on top of me. Still kissing, his mouth moved down and he kissed the underside of my chin and traced my jawline with his lips. Then, he placed a few harder kisses on my neck. I was fucking loving it. It felt so good, he felt so good... but I couldn't help but say something, "Wait Rob…. Rob," I repeated. "Oh no, Mark please, I don’t wanna stop, it feels too good to be kissing you, please, don’t stop me," he begged, pressing his lips against mine again. "No, I don’t want to stop either," I told him in between kisses, "I just, fuck, it doesn’t feel weird to do this. I kinda knew I might feel like this, but fuck," I repeated as I tried to wrap my head around the fact that we were making out and that it was fucking awesome. He looked at me and smiled. Damn, he was so fucking gorgeous when he smiled. His whole face lit up and his eyes were full of passion. "Don’t overthink it. I’ve been wanting to do this so many times. I didn’t think it'd ever happen!" He kissed me again, small, long kisses, unable to stop. He eventually started nibbling at my neck again. I loved having my neck kissed. I knew it was a really sensitive part of my body but with Rob it was just ecstacy. "Ohh fuck yeah!" I moaned. He must have felt my body shivering and quivering because he applied more pressure and made me moan harder. Then he started kissing my whole face, my cheek, my nose, my forehead. When he pulled back, he looked at me and asked, his voice full of need, "Can I take off your clothes?" I was just wearing a T-shirt and my boxer briefs and so was he. I could feel his cock pressing against me and I slowly nodded yes. He pulled my shirt over my head in one quick motion. We were both breathing hard and I couldn’t keep my eyes off him as he started kissing my chest. When he got to my nipples, I exhaled and inhaled again, loving the feel of his tongue against them. He made them hard and kept teasing me for a while. I was so turned on, I thought I would cum whether he kept kissing me or not. It was the most intense sexual experience I had ever had. Even my first time with Rachel hadn’t made me feel like this. I knew he could feel it. He licked his way down, kissed my navel and started pulling down my boxers-briefs. He was doing all the work, I was just enjoying it. I was in total ecstasy. I didn’t know what to do with myself, he was in control. He could do whatever he wanted to with me and that was obviously the way he wanted it. He knew what he was doing when I was totally overwhelmed by what was happening. Although I was loving every second of it. As soon as he had pulled down my boxer-briefs, he stared at my hard on. It looked like he was mesmerized. He didn’t touch it, just looked at it and then he lay down on top of me, kissing me again softly on the lips. He kissed the side of my face and whispered into my ear again. This whispering thing was really working for me. "Damn, you’re so fucking hot. I love your body, you’re gorgeous. I can’t believe this is finally happening. I want you so bad." "I’m here, you can have me," I moaned, even more turned on by his confession and loving the fact that he was so attracted to me. I did have a pretty well-defined and well-developed body, just like him. We were both quite athletic and we did a lot of sport at school. He had spanish blood from his mother and I had French blood, but I was actually darker than he was. I could get a nice dark tan pretty easily. He pulled me in for another kiss and looked into my eyes. His eyes were full of love and need. He really wanted me. I could see it, I could feel it, I could sense it. He ran his thumb over my lips and kissed me lightly. "I’m so attracted to you. It’s always been you. I don’t care about anyone else. Let me show you how much I want you." He kissed my ear, sending shivers up and down my spine and I felt his hand grasp my rock hard erection. He started stroking me gently and it felt amazing, "Ohhh, feels so good, I need to cum so bad." "I know, do you want me to suck you off?" he whispered in my ear, "cause I really want to do that, I want to taste you, are you ok with that?" he asked me, clearly hoping that I would say yes. "Oh fuck yeah, do whatever you want." I breathed, ready for him to do it. He kissed his way down my body, still smiling and lowered his head to my cock. He stroked it a couple of times and licked the head gently before swallowing half of it. His mouth felt so good, moist and warm around it. I could not believe I had my cock in Rob’s mouth, the thought and the sight of it almost sent me over the edge but I tried to hold back. He held it tightly in his mouth and started sucking on the head, licking all the precum. I was so fucking turned on, I was leaking pretty bad. Then he started wetting my whole erection with his tongue and took the head again in his mouth and started going down on it, moving his head up and down. He was holding the base of my cock with one hand while caressing my navel with the other. I moaned and started to play with his dark hair. He took the head between his lips and sucked again, it felt so amazing, I knew I was not going to last much longer. He started sucking me faster, bobbing his head up and down, taking my cock as far as he could in his mouth without gagging, when he relaxed his throat and took me down to the base. I moaned so hard. He pulled up and did it again. "Oh fuck," I moaned hard. "Uggg, so guys really do give better head than girls!" He let out a laugh, "I’m good at this!" He took his hand away from my stomach and started playing with my balls. He swallowed them into his mouth one by one, making me quiver, and then he resumed sucking my shaft, easily taking it down his throat a few more times. He was indeed really good at this and I could only moan. I could tell that he was stroking himself as he was blowing me and his moans became hotter and shorter. He let my cock slip out of his mouth and began jacking it furiously. That was it for me. "Rob, fuck, I’m gonna…..ughhhhhh." He wrapped his mouth around the head again and a wave of pleasure stronger than I had ever felt before swept over me and I started cumming hard, moaning and shooting my load like I had never shot it before. Rob kept his mouth tight around it through the whole orgasm and swallowed my jizz. I could hear him moan louder as he came himself, my cock still in his mouth. He continued sucking on me long after I had stopped cumming and then he licked me clean thoroughly. It didn’t seem like he wanted to let go and I didn’t want him to stop either. I loved feeling his mouth on my cock even if my orgasm had subsided. He stroked it a few more times, then came back up, lying next to me. We didn’t say anything for a few seconds until I decided to break the silence. "Damn," I told him with a sigh. "that was, wow!" "So, how did you like it?" he asked, letting out a small giggle. "A bit too much I think," I said, laughing a little. We lay side by side until he turned on his side, placed his leg on top of mine and snuggled closer to me. He kissed me again on the cheek, "Man, I can’t believe you swallowed it!" "Hey, I want everything you’ve got," he said and I smiled, looking briefly into his eyes. "How you feeling?" he asked me. "Pretty good. I’m not freaked out if that’s what you mean… you?" "I’m…," he began saying, “look, I don’t know what this means to you, and I don’t care right now. I’m just glad it happened. It was everything I'd imagined it'd be." I let out a small chuckle and turned on my side to face him. “Good, ‘cause I don’t think I can explain what it is about you that makes me so…” “so…?” he asked with curiosity. I stared at him and said, “Hard as hell…” He laughed, “I make you hard?” “Like you haven’t noticed it,” I said sexily. “Well…dude, we’re eighteen, I mean, I’m hard all the time, especially with you, always looking all gorgeous and perfect as fuck!” I smiled at what he’d said, “So you’re gay, uh?” “Yep. Full blown gay,” he confirmed with a laugh, “not even slightly interested in fucking a girl!” I raised an eyebrow at him. “Shit!” I said with a heavy sigh. He laughed, “Shit.... my best friend’s gay? Or shit… I had gay sex with my best friend and I liked it?” “You know which one it is.” “Don’t overthink it, it was just fun. Doesn’t make you gay.” “Doesn’t it?” I asked, skeptically, rolling over onto my back. He shushed me and began caressing my chest and stomach. He did that for a moment and I could tell how much he loved touching me. "Damn, I love touching you," he sighed and I smiled at him. "Why do you love me so much?" I asked. I could tell he was surprised by my question. He gathered his thoughts and kept running his fingers over my skin as he said, "’Cuz you’re you. And I love you. You’re perfect. Everytime you speak, every move you make, I can’t believe how much I love you. I can barely stand it, your smile, your laugh, everything, I love everything about you!" he said and kissed my cheek briefly. "Damn, how could you keep your feelings to yourself for so long?" "I dunno, I was too young, I guess. And I wasn’t that good at hiding my feelings, you saw through me." "What are we gonna do?" I asked, unsure about everything. "I don’t know. We don’t have to do anything. I’m not asking you to be gay for me, or to break up with Rachel. But if you want us to be together once in a while, I’m here, whenever you want. I won’t tell anyone." "D'you think I’m gay? Is this why you fell in love with me, you felt something?" I asked him. I was already starting to think about all that it would change in my life….my relationship with Rachel, with my parents. It all seemed too complicated. But I couldn’t deny how I felt for him. I had to be at least bisexual I thought. "Maybe,” he answered. “You’re… I don’t know, you’re so special. You’ve always been. There’s just something about you I’ve always loved. You’re so talented and artistic and sweet. Maybe you’re gay, maybe you’re not. Time will tell. I don’t care. I mean, I’d love it if you were. But it’s up to you. You really don’t have to put a name on it. I didn’t for a long time. I know what I want, I want to be with you, but I can’t ask you…" he didn’t finish his sentence, "You’re too confused about it for now." I sighed, "Well, I loved what just happened. And I don’t feel weird about it. That must mean…" "It doesn’t matter." "I knew I wanted this to happen. I kinda figured I'd enjoy it!" He smiled and gave a small laugh, "Five years damnit! You couldn’t have realized it sooner?" I just shrugged. "Well, it was worth the wait!" he added. I laughed too. "Just promise me something!" he said seriously. "What?" "Whatever happens between us, we won’t let it get in the way of the band, or of our friendship. We have to make this band work, for the five of us, and it has to remain our main priority." I smiled, because the band was my priority too, "Yeah, of course, we have to." Although I knew that whatever would happen, it’d have some kind of impact on the future of the band. It was getting late, so we got under the covers and he did what I had secretly wanted him to do so many times. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight against him as we drifted off to sleep a lot faster than I thought we would, considering what had just happened…. But then again, we were always so comfortable around each other, this time was no exception. So much can change in a matter of hours.
<div id="readability-content"><h1>U-N-I Chapter 1</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> <p><span>Hello dear readers. I said when I concluded the story that I’d try to rewrite the first chapters. I have started doing that with a british editor and reworked chapter 1 to 4.</span></p><p><span>Let me know what you think of the story at </span><span><a href="mailto:[email protected]">[email protected]</a></span></p><p><span>and check out my tumblr blog at</span><span><a href="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://u-n-i-live.tumblr.com/&amp;sa=D&amp;ust=1564928248034000">&nbsp;https://u-n-i-live.tumblr.com/</a></span></p><p><span>---------</span></p><p><span>It’s 2018. The five of us are sitting in Heathrow airport, waiting to board a plane to New york where we have several interviews to give and a couple of TV shows to shoot for the promotion of our fourth album with U-N-I.</span></p><p><span>U-N-I, that’s the name we gave to the group we formed over ten years ago. Our lives have been so crazy in the past ten years, sometimes I still have to pinch myself to make sure this is all really happening.</span></p><p><span>I always knew we would be famous one day. Ever since our first jam session in two thousand and five, I knew we would become the biggest rock band in the world…or I hoped so anyway. To be honest with you, if someone had told me back then that we would become this huge band, I would have had serious doubts about the truthfulness of that statement.</span></p><p><span>But one can always dream. My father had always told me not to dream. To dream was to be disappointed and it was a waste of time. I learned not to listen to my father though. To me, the power of imagination was priceless and at an early age I was determined to do everything I possibly could to make my dreams come true and to live up to my expectations.</span></p><p><span>Ok I’m getting a little carried away here but now that you know the end of the story, let’s start with the beginning.</span></p><p><span>--</span></p><p><span>I was born in Ireland from a French father and an Irish mother. We lived in the Dublin suburb of Rathmines, a cool suburban alternative to living in Dublin, according to our parents. It had its own high street, cool pubs, bars, restaurants and brilliant vintage shops. There were lots to do and we were not far from the city centre.</span></p><p><span>Growing up, I had a great group of friends. I couldn’t even remember not knowing them. We had grown up together, started going to school together, practiced the same activities after school, enjoyed the same sports… but mainly, we all loved the same music and we were all playing instruments.</span></p><p><span>We had always been the best of friends, simply because we lived in the same street. None of us lived far away from each other, although Robbie and I were the nearest neighbours, with Jordan just around the corner. Damon lived only a little further up the street and Dylan moved to the neighbourhood and joined our group of friends when we were around the age of ten. We could walk between all five houses in under five minutes.</span></p><p><span>None of us were really Irish though. Jordan had Scottish parents who had moved to Dublin for work, Dylan had moved from Southampton in England, and Robbie’s mum was Spanish, and his dad was English. Only Damon had Irish parents. He actually looked the most Irish, fair skin and all. The rest of us had darker skin and we could get a nice tan pretty easily when we went abroad. You don’t get much sun in Dublin.</span></p><p><span>Jordan was the youngest, and Dylan the oldest, although we were all really close in age and over the years, our respective birthdays were always a good excuse to have a party. Dylan was born in january 90, Damon in march, Rob and I were both born a few days apart in May, and finally Jordan in August.</span></p><p><span>There was also Rachel, who seemed to be the only girl in the neighbourhood who managed to put up with us. She always wanted to hang out with us and play our games. She was a great girl, funny, smart and even pretty. She was our number one fan whenever we’d perform live together. She was part of our little gang. We really liked having her around and when puberty kicked in, she and I had started dating. So, she had been my girlfriend for a couple of years already.</span></p><p><span>I loved her, and I loved my friends. I couldn’t imagine not having them in my life. I was very close to Jordan, we often hung out together and we loved each other’s company, we would always play music together whenever we hung out. He had acquired a bass and he was a quick learner. I played the piano and the guitar. I was quite musically versatile, but I had learned how to play the piano around the age of seven and I was very good at it, probably because my father was always forcing me to practice, not wanting to spend money on lessons for no results. But since we had begun playing together, I had started playing the guitar and it had become my instrument.</span></p><p><span>I was always carrying it around, playing it whenever I could really, and I was starting to write songs. I had a very good ear for music, I could find a melody in an instant. I was a bit embarrassed to show the guys, but in school, or in my spare time, I had started writing lyrics as well. It was becoming a habit. Anytime I thought of something, experienced something, or witnessed something, I would try to write about it. I was carrying this notebook with me and just scribbled ideas whenever I could.</span></p><p><span>Whenever I was not hanging out with Jordan, or with Rachel, you would most likely find me with Robbie, mostly at night. He was my next door neighbour, and he was always, always there for me, whenever things got too tough for me to handle at home. Indeed, to counterbalance with having the best friends I could possibly ask for, I had the worst family. Well maybe not, but it did feel that way to me.</span></p><p><span>My father was drinking too much, he was out in the pubs every night after work and would always come home late, drunk and often violent. He wasn't beating me up exactly, or even hitting me frequently, although it had happened a few times but the threat of violence was always there.</span></p><p><span>He would grab my arm a little too roughly, or push me against a wall, or slap my face. He was an angry drinker. Drinking was probably a way of avoiding other issues, such as feeling like a totally useless member of society, going to a dead boring job every day to buy alcohol or cigarettes or if need be, to feed a wife and kids he, from the look of it, didn’t even love, although he was a lot nicer to my brother Thomas and my sister Amy, for some reason. I had made a promise to myself never to be like him. I didn’t want to end up like that. I wanted my life to be exceptional.</span></p><p><span>The only good thing I had learned from him was French. He was born in France but had moved to Ireland with his parents when he was a teenager. He’d almost never speak to us in English and we had to talk to him in French most of the time or he’d get mad, telling us that we’d never learn if we kept speaking in English. Even between my brother, sister and me we spoke French to each other if he was around. He'd never really managed to teach my mum but despite not really speaking the language, she understood it pretty well so French was the language we usually spoke in the house. It was not the best way to learn a language because it was forced on us but we did learn it.</span></p><p><span>Unlike my dad, my mum didn't drink, but she was not a very loving mum. I couldn’t really remember her cuddling me as a child. I didn’t feel much loved in my own home.</span></p><p><span>She was a Christian, not that there was anything wrong with that, but she really had some pretty strong beliefs. She did not seem to be able to make allowances. She followed blindly the dictates of the church and she was very stubborn about it. She had to put up with an abusive husband and a pretty sad life I must add, doing the cleaning, cooking, shopping, taking care of the kids and receiving no appreciation or love for it, and I’m pretty sure that she believed God had intended it that way to make her stronger so she was just putting up with it. She was a strict mother and even though she knew how my dad treated me, she never said anything to him about it. Whenever I complained to her about him, she always told us that God had a plan, and that everything we went through in life had a reason to happen.</span></p><p><span>Consequently, I didn’t particularly enjoy spending time at home.</span></p><p><span>Robbie lived in the house right next to mine. Our mothers were friends and had basically given birth a few days apart. Growing up, they kept telling us how they used to put us in the same playpen, so our friendship went way back. I really thought the guys were a pretty amazing bunch of friends, but Rob and I were best friend, and everybody knew that. I really felt the most connected to him, we knew each other so well, we spent so much time with each other, because every time I needed to escape my father when he came home drunk, I went to his. If my parents started fighting, if I had a fight with my brother or my sister, I climbed out of my window or walked out the door and went straight to Rob’s. I used any excuse I could find to leave and go to his place. The peace and love in his house was priceless to me. Rob and his family knew what I was escaping from, I had started doing it at an early age, I must have been only seven or eight the first time I had run to his place in the evening to escape my father’s violent outbursts. I had knocked at the door and Rob’s mother had let me in, comforted me, as if she had known what was happening to me, and asked my mother if I could stay the night because I was too damn scared of going back home.</span></p><p><span>She knew and understood what I was going through, she was always there to take me in her arms and make me feel special and loved in a way that my parents couldn’t. Over the years, it had become natural, I considered Rob’s mum and dad as my second parents. I’m sure Rob’s mother tried to make the situation better by talking to my mother and after a while it probably became an understanding, my mum would let me slip out of the house leaving me to be cared cared for by someone else. That way she knew I was safe and my dad was just happy that I wasn’t home most of the time. He didn’t have to bother with me.</span></p><p><span>So, despite spending most of my childhood nights sleeping in my best friend’s bed I always went home after school, after all it was my house, it was where I was supposed to be; after dinner though there was always something that would make me want to escape and I often found myself knocking at my neighbour’s door, hoping they would let me stay with them one more time.</span></p><p><span>It was during one of those nights that my relationship with Rob suddenly changed.</span></p><p><span>We were eighteen and about to graduate from high school. We'd had a pretty long hard day at school and we still had lots of revising to do so that day I didn’t even bother going home; we just left school and went to his place, straight up to his room.</span></p><p><span>Instead of studying when we got to his room I started going through the new NME magazine that his mother had just bought for him. We just loved talking about music, the bands we admired, the songs we loved. He was also very musical and played the guitar so we’d always play together and I’d show him the melodies I had come up with. We had started writing songs together. He was the only one who knew I was writing lyrics and he was always supportive and admiring of what I was doing, always telling me I had an incredible talent for it, and that if we ever were to become successful, they would have me to thank.</span></p><p><span>I had a good voice too, and I loved singing, but so did Rob. He was, however, a lot more confident than I was, I didn’t mind singing behind closed doors but I couldn’t bring myself to do it in front of an audience; Rob, on the other hand, loved performing. He had such a good voice and he brought so most energy and passion into his performance that whenever we played music with our friends he was always the one singing. Plus, it gave him an opportunity to show off, which he just loved to do.</span></p><p><span>We usually learned how to play songs from The Rolling Stones, The Beatles, Queen, The Eagles, Don Mclean, Elvis, Bob Dylan and most especially U2. We were huge fans of them. They were our inspiration. And after learning how to cover hundreds of songs, it just sort of happened. Just like that. A brand new melody coming out of nowhere. Well it was coming from us, but it didn’t feel that way. It felt like it was coming from another place. The songs sort of wrote themselves, and it was an amazing feeling. We were so thrilled to be able to do that and we all really loved playing and writing together. We had spent hours in Damon’s garage, because that was where the drums were, and when we began to realize that we could come up with sounds of our own, it all started to become really exciting.</span></p><p><span>We were huge fans of them, they were our inspiration. And then, after learning how to cover hundreds of songs, it just sort of happened. Just like that. A brand new sound coming out of nowhere; well it was coming from us but it didn’t feel that way. It felt like it was coming from another place.</span></p><p><span>Damon was definitely sticking to the drums. He didn't have a very strong body and he was quite thin, but somehow, he managed to hit the drums with so much energy and enthusiasm that he had convinced us very early on that he was supposed to be the drummer.</span></p><p><span>Whenever I wasn’t, Dylan was playing the keyboard. Except for when I was writing songs, I was playing electric and acoustic guitars, Rob too if we needed it, but I felt more comfortable finding a melody on the piano. Jordan was getting to be really good on bass.</span></p><p><span>Rachel was our groupie, telling everyone how good we were, making sure people would come and watch us play whenever we performed live in pubs and bars. She was so funny. I think she just wanted to make her friends jealous because she was friends with us and they weren’t.</span></p><p><span>I remember how one day in school as she came up to me went,</span></p><p><span>"Hon, you gotta hug me like right now, and kiss me, make it look like you care, k! cuz there’s this new girl who doesn’t believe me when I tell her we’re dating. She’s so into you, she annoys the crap outta me, I just wanna make her so jealous!"</span></p><p><span>"You’re mean. You know that?" I just told her, but did it anyway. I sort of liked her twisted mind.</span></p><p><span>Anyway, I was still sitting on Rob’s bed when I heard my dad scream from downstairs.</span></p><p><span>"Mark, if you’re in here, you’d better come home right now!"</span></p><p><span>"Shit!" I exclaimed, looking at Rob and standing up in a flash.</span></p><p><span>“What the fuck does he want?” Rob said as he headed out the bedroom.</span></p><p><span>I followed him reluctantly and we both went down the stairs.</span></p><p><span>As soon as I was close enough to him my dad roughly grabbed my arm and tried to throw me out the door.</span></p><p><span>"Hey, leave him the fuck alone!" Rob shouted at my dad as I passed by him on my way back inside, as there was no way I was going to follow him home and do as I was told, and Rob knew that.</span></p><p><span>"Excuse me?" he asked him back with an angry voice, looking at Rob straight in the eye.</span></p><p><span>"I said, leave him the fuck alone!" Rob repeated with confidence, not breaking eye contact. He had deep green eyes, and he could definitely talk with his eyes, there was a light in them, and as he looked straight at my father at that moment, he made him hesitate.</span></p><p><span>"We were studying, we have exams next week so whatever you want him to do for you tonight, it ain't gonna happen."</span></p><p><span>"Is that so?"</span></p><p><span>"Yeah! We’re eighteen now, and soon, trust me, he's out of your life forever."</span></p><p><span>My father just laughed,</span></p><p><span>"Good luck with that. Why don’t you try to find yourself a job first. Now, let’s go Mark! We’re leaving, we’re invited."</span></p><p><span>"I don’t wanna go, I’ve got better things to do!" I said to him angrily.</span></p><p><span>"NOW!" he yelled, and pushed Rob away. But Rob fought back, pushing him out the door.</span></p><p><span>"He’s not coming with you!" Rob added, with a determined tone of voice.</span></p><p><span>"What’s going on?" we heard Rob’s mother say as she was just getting home from work.</span></p><p><span>"Jane, can you please tell your son to respect his elders."</span></p><p><span>"That’s okay James, Mark can stay here tonight, they need to study."</span></p><p><span>"Like that’s gonna make them smarter!" he told her nastily then looked over to me and spat,</span></p><p><span>"Fine, you get to explain to your mother why you didn’t come with us, I didn’t want you around anyway."</span></p><p><span>I glared at him and he left, giving up on me…again.</span></p><p><span>I shook my head at what he'd said and turned to Rob’s mother.</span></p><p><span>"Thanks Jane,” I said. “I have a feeling I would have received a few punches tonight."</span></p><p><span>She sighed knowingly,</span></p><p><span>"I’m sorry he’s doing this to you," she said as she came over to me and gave me a quick but comforting hug.</span></p><p><span>"Come on, you two,” she began saying to change the subject. “go back upstairs and study. I’ll call you when dinner’s ready."</span></p><p><span>We nodded and went back to Rob's room.</span></p><p><span>"Fuck, I hate him!' I said as I entered Rob’s room, "I can’t believe you stood up to him like that" I told him, quite impressed.</span></p><p><span>"I can’t stand this anymore,” he spat. “we’re eighteen. He can’t treat you like that. This has gotta stop. You’re staying here from now on, alright? And as soon as we make enough money, you can just leave and never go back!"</span></p><p><span>"If only that was true."</span></p><p><span>"It can be. It will be!" he said with confidence in his voice.</span></p><p><span>“Yeah, I guess,” I smiled coyly.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;He came closer to me and gently wrapped his arms around my back. I let him hug me for a moment. I knew he was only trying to make me feel better.</span></p><p><span>"This isn’t fair,” he spoke with sadness in his voice. “you don’t deserve this.”</span></p><p><span>For a moment, I hugged him back and as usual, it felt comfortable. I felt protected and safe. It lasted a bit too long and I began to pull back, wondering why he wasn’t letting go. As I eased further back, my eyes met his and he gazed at me, but then quickly looked away.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Well, come on. Let’s study a little and prove your asshole of a father wrong."</span></p><p><span>We did study and I stayed with Rob’s family again that night. We were all very quiet during dinner, we briefly talked about the upcoming exams and the gig we were going to play on the next day.</span></p><p><span>Every time I glanced at Rob, it seemed he was already watching me. He kept looking right into me with a reassuring smile, letting me know he was there for me and it felt good. He had a killer smile. It made me feel so much better every time he smiled at me, no matter the problems I had at home, he could just smile at me and the look of happiness on his face would take all of my worries away.</span></p><p><span>I could always see real understanding and care when he looked at me. He had such great eyes. They were mainly green but there were different shades in them. He sort of had this amazing ability to talk with his eyes. You could read his emotions and feelings just by looking into them. It gave him charisma and confidence…which was the reason why we had all agreed that along with the fact that he had a great voice, he had the personality to be our frontman. People were drawn to him.</span></p><p><span>He was just a born entertainer. He was great to hang out with. He could make people laugh really easily and he loved being the center of attention. You could never get bored with him. He always had these wild ideas about what to do to entertain ourselves and I gotta say, it got us into trouble more than once. Jordan was a lot like that too. He was the kind of guy who’s always joking around but in a smart way, if you know what I mean.</span></p><p><span>He was popular at school. All the girls were drooling all over him. Well to be honest, they were drooling over me too, but Rob, I don’t know he’d make them laugh, and he was just so nice and sweet with everyone. He always thought of other people before he thought of himself. Rob just had this capacity to love and show emotions. When we were together, the attention was definitely more directed toward him than me. I’m sure it also had something to do with his eyes. I’m telling you, you could see his soul in those eyes. Girls were attracted to them like moths to a flame.</span></p><p><span>But even though he was this confident guy out in public, I knew that sometimes he was just putting on a show to not let people know how he really felt, which he still does ten years later. He was really good at that but I could see through him. I think I was probably the only person he felt comfortable enough with to be completely himself. He always acted differently around me. He was shier and more reserved. He didn't joke around as much, he was more serious and sincere and, well, himself. I knew sides of his personality like his doubts, fears and insecurities that few people knew about, probably not even his mother.</span></p><p><span>And that night, all I could see was how much he cared for me and it was a bit unsettling. I had been feeling a bit weird and awkward around him lately. Something had changed in his attitude. He was overprotective of me. He always wanted to hang out, always wanted me to stay the night, never wanted me to go home. I knew he was worried that something would go wrong with my dad and that I had better stay away from him, but I was starting to feel that there might be more than that.</span></p><p><span>We went back to his room after dinner but we didn’t study again. We each took a quick shower, played video games for a bit and then a bit of guitar.</span></p><p><span>“Hey, what d’you think of this riff?” I told him as I played it to him.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;“Hehe,” he said with a laugh. “Fucking awesome. When did you come up with that?”</span></p><p><span>“Just now.”</span></p><p><span>“Doesn’t it sound a bit like Muse? Sounds like Showbiz to me?”</span></p><p><span>“Does it?” I asked, playing it again. “Shit! Am I plagiarizing without realizing it?”</span></p><p><span>He laughed,</span></p><p><span>“Dunno, just sounds similar.”</span></p><p><span>“Fuck, whatever, I’m done. I’m knackered,” I said as I put down my guitar and climbed under the bed covers.</span></p><p><span>Rob picked up my guitar and practiced a couple of U2 songs for a while. I just listened and began to wonder how to ask him what I wanted to ask him.</span></p><p><span>Again, the whole evening had been weird, we had barely talked to each other but we had done a lot of talking with our eyes, there was a sort of…connection between us that I had been feeling more and more. It was becoming stronger and stronger every day. We never felt the need to talk non-stop when we were together. We always had something to talk about though but sometimes we just hung out silently together. The silence between us was always a comfortable one. It was never awkward.</span></p><p><span>I was almost beginning to drift off to sleep when Rob joined me under the covers. I turned around and lay closer to the edge of the bed to give him more space. I had my back to him but after only a few seconds, he sort of snuggled up to me. He wasn’t exactly touching me, but he was lying close enough so that I could feel his breath and his body-heat on me, and it felt good. Too good. Sexually good. Once again, I wanted him to press his body harder against mine. I wanted to feel the weight of his body on me. I didn’t move though and I knew he wasn’t going to either, he never did.</span></p><p><span>I was straight. I was dating Rachel. I was straight I kept telling myself almost every night. I was fucking straight, but I couldn’t help feeling mixed emotions and I couldn’t help being sexually curious when it came to him. &nbsp;</span></p><p><span>I had been suspecting it for a while now. He wasn’t interested in dating anyone seriously, whereas I was having a pretty serious relationship with my girlfriend. When I was hanging out with her and we couldn’t spend time together, he’d either hang out with our group of friends or, as he’d always tell me, he’d go to Dublin to meet more interesting girls than the ones from our school. I didn’t really have any reasons to doubt that since there were dozens of girls lined up at the end of our performances to talk to him when we played live in pubs.</span></p><p><span>But I hadn’t met any of them and he kept avoiding the subject with some sort of smart comment whenever I’d try to talk to him about girls. I wasn’t the only one to suspect that maybe he wasn’t straight… so did our friends. But they weren’t as close to him as I was. They weren’t sleeping in his bed almost every night . . . like I was.</span></p><p><span>I kept telling myself that I was just horny at night like this, I kept wishing that he’d make some sort of move on me. I wanted him to put his arm around me. I wanted him to try and kiss me or touch me, damn, I fucking wanted to have sex with him but I was too afraid to admit it to myself, even less to him.</span></p><p><span>I knew the main reason why I was feeling this way was that I could feel how much Rob wanted to be close to me, all the time. Just thinking about the fact that he was gay and probably interested in fooling around with me was turning me on.</span></p><p><span>Once again, my cock began to stiffen, but this time, I decided to do something about it. I took a deep breath as I worked up the courage to actually ask him once and for all.</span></p><p><span>"Rob?"</span></p><p><span>"Yeah," he just said.</span></p><p><span>"You still awake?"</span></p><p><span>"You know that was just me talking, right?" he joked.</span></p><p><span>I had to let out a small chuckle as I turned around to face him. I looked into his eyes for a second. "I mean, do you wanna sleep or can we talk about something?"</span></p><p><span>He frowned slightly. "Well, we can talk. What about?"</span></p><p><span>"I’m not sure… I just…I just feel…,” I took another deep breath. “Fuck,” I huffed. “You know what, forget it. Let’s just sleep," I said. I couldn’t find the right words and I began to back away.</span></p><p><span>"No tell me, what is it? I’m gonna make you tell me now anyway," he insisted.</span></p><p><span>"Ok. Look. I was wondering…like…how do you feel about girls?" I asked him.</span></p><p><span>"I…. why are you asking me this?"</span></p><p><span>"Cause, I dunno. All these girls…,” I began saying, talking about his fans who were all trying to get his attention after our gigs or at school. “You’re not even remotely interested in dating any of them, are you?”</span></p><p><span>“I’m not,” he confirmed. “Why would I want to date them?” he asked mischievously, probably hoping to make me think he was only interested in fucking them.</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;“Why don’t you want to date them?" I asked.</span></p><p><span>"Because it’s too much trouble.”</span></p><p><span>“Is it?” I asked suspiciously and he looked at me as if he had suddenly understood why I had brought up the subject.</span></p><p><span>“I just, I just don’t want to,” he mumbled. “I want to focus on the band, I wanna play music and stuff…, I don’t …" and he sighed and stopped talking.</span></p><p><span>He sat up on the bed and I propped myself up on one arm, facing him. I just looked at him and waited for him to say something or to look at me, but he didn’t. He couldn’t.</span></p><p><span>"Rob, you can tell me, you know. You can tell me anything, I’m your best friend so just say it, it’s alright," I said in a reassuring tone of voice.</span></p><p><span>Then I sat up and waited. It took a few seconds before he raised his head and his eyes finally met mine. I could see shock and fear in them. I just stared at him and tried to give him strength. He knew what I was waiting for him to say. But he didn’t say anything, and his beautiful eyes began to water.</span></p><p><span>"You gay?" I asked, but it was not really a question.</span></p><p><span>He took a deep breath and looked down again. I waited for him to process my question and after a moment he looked up at me and spoke.</span></p><p><span>"What if I am!" he said with confidence in his voice again.</span></p><p><span>"I don’t care. It doesn’t change anything. I just wanna know."</span></p><p><span>He looked away and sighed as he said, "I don’t think I can talk to you about this."</span></p><p><span>"Why can’t you? We’ve always told each other everything. You can talk to me about this, it’s fine."</span></p><p><span>"No. This is different. How'd you figure it out?"</span></p><p><span>I was silent for a moment. I wasn’t sure how to answer without telling him about how I was feeling. I tried to gather my thoughts and answered,</span></p><p><span>"’Cause you’ve been acting differently around me. You look at me differently, you smile at me differently. You always try to protect me. I feel there’s more closeness when we’re together."</span></p><p><span>"Alright stop, I get it. I thought I was being more subtle than that."</span></p><p><span>"I know you. You can’t fool me. I can read you like an open book."</span></p><p><span>More silence. He wasn’t talking so I tried to make him talk.</span></p><p><span>"You ever been with a guy?" I asked.</span></p><p><span>"Yeah," he softly answered.</span></p><p><span>"Really?" I asked, surprised, now, I was curious. "Who?"</span></p><p><span>"A few guys in Dublin…”</span></p><p><span>“Oh…,” I nodded, understanding why he’d go to Dublin by himself and never talk to me about it.</span></p><p><span>“And you know, Charlie, from school?"</span></p><p><span>"Charlie, yeah… no way, he’s gay?!" I asked a bit stunned.</span></p><p><span>"Yeah, very!" he answered, chuckling a little.</span></p><p><span>My mouth dropped open and I chuckled. I actually thought that was kind of hot, as I pictured them briefly together.</span></p><p><span>"Damn!"</span></p><p><span>Rob smiled at me he was starting to relax a little. There was no more fear in his eyes. He could tell that I was ready to hear this and that I was cool with it.</span></p><p><span>"He doesn’t look gay or act gay at all," I said, still a bit surprised.</span></p><p><span>"Well, neither do I… "</span></p><p><span>"That’s true." I looked at him and noticed again how masculine he looked. He had a great body, tanned skin, dark hair, a noticeable six pack and strong arms. His voice was deep and he wasn’t obviously gay in the way he spoke or acted. He was very attractive. And I couldn’t help but acknowledge the fact that I did find him so.</span></p><p><span>As ambivalent as I was about my feelings for him, I couldn’t help but try and talk to him about them. I was nervous and I didn’t know how to go about it. I had already managed to make him come out to me, I wasn’t sure he was ready to talk about the feelings he obviously had for me.</span></p><p><span>He looked briefly into my eyes, but looked away and sighed, ill-at-ease.</span></p><p><span>"Is he, like, your boyfriend? I never see you hang out with him."</span></p><p><span>"No, I never do. We just get together once in a while, it’s just sex. He’s fun."</span></p><p><span>"I see!" I smiled at him. "Must be hard to keep this to yourself."</span></p><p><span>He gazed at me and shrugged.</span></p><p><span>"Do you need a hug?" I said to lighten up his mood.... and to be totally honest, to feel his strong body against mine again.</span></p><p><span>He laughed slightly. "Sure!" he answered with another slight shrug.</span></p><p><span>I shifted my body closer to his. He moved and let me wrapped my legs around him. I held him against me and he rested his forehead on my shoulder and sighed. We didn’t move, we didn’t speak a word, we just enjoyed the closeness and again, I felt how connected we were.</span></p><p><span>After a short moment, he started to hold me tighter and drew my body closer to his. He clung onto me, our bodies quite close to each other, our t shirt covered chests pressing together. I felt his breathing change and I knew he was crying a little.</span></p><p><span>"Don’t cry, man, it’s okay," I told him reassuringly.</span></p><p><span>“I know,” he answered with confidence on his voice. “It’s just so hard to talk to you about this.”</span></p><p><span>I didn’t respond right away. I just continued holding him for a while.</span></p><p><span>“Why can’t you talk to me about it?” I eventually asked him.</span></p><p><span>He dried his eyes and and kept his tight grip on me. His breathing returned to normal and he raised his head a little. I felt his lips on my ear.</span></p><p><span>“Cause I love you," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. "I love you so much it hurts."</span></p><p><span>I froze. I hadn’t expected him to be so straightforward. I instantly felt a wave of lust rushing through me ast he whispered those words into my ear.</span></p><p><span>"I… I know, I kinda figured," I stuttered, unable to say anything else.</span></p><p><span>He pulled back to finally look at me in the eye. I could see so many emotions in those beautiful eyes of his. It felt more like he was looking into me again. It felt like he was trying to see into my soul, to read my mind, and he said softly,"I know you’re straight. I know I can’t have you. I just don’t wanna lose your friendship. But I had to tell you. Don’t weird out on me okay, please!" he begged.</span></p><p><span>I placed my hand behind me and pulled away from him a little with a sigh. I wasn't fully hard but I was worried he would notice that I was turned on by what he was telling me.</span></p><p><span>"I won’t," I promised him. But I knew something would change. Things could not be the same. Because I knew I was going to act on those feelings I had. I was sexually curious, and I felt attracted to him. I briefly thought about Rachel, but I knew she would not find out about this.</span></p><p><span>"Fuck,” he breathed. “I didn’t know how to tell you this. How d’you feel about it?"</span></p><p><span>"I dunno. I’ve only just started suspecting that you might be gay… How long have you known?" I asked.</span></p><p><span>"I think I’ve always known," he answered. "But I guess it became clear to me when I was like ….thirteen. I’ve always been more attracted to boys," he smiled and then added, “I’ve always been….”</span></p><p><span>He stopped mid-sentenced and stared into my eyes.</span></p><p><span>I held his stare. "How long have you had feelings for me?" I blurted out.</span></p><p><span>"Don’t make me say it!" he said as his eyes left mine.</span></p><p><span>"How long?" I insisted.</span></p><p><span>"Since I was thirteen," he admitted and I took a deep breath.</span></p><p><span>"But the last couple of years have been really hard," he admitted.</span></p><p><span>"And you would let me sleep in your bed, and not say anything?"</span></p><p><span>"I couldn’t say anything. I was just happy to have you there, even if I couldn’t touch you. I liked having you close to me. I didn’t want to lose your friendship. You’re too important to me,” he paused, "Mark… I don’t want this to make you stop coming over. If you need to get away from your place, please, still come over here. You don’t have to worry about me or what I feel, I’ll get over it. Actually, I’m glad you know. It will make things easier for me, and you can just tell me to stop if you feel uncomfortable or if I’m getting too close to you."</span></p><p><span>He looked at me intensely,</span></p><p><span>"Promise me!"</span></p><p><span>I watched him and for a few seconds, I wondered how I could tell him that maybe, just maybe, I didn’t want him to keep his hands off me.</span></p><p><span>Evidently, I felt something for him that was going beyond friendship. I loved him. But I wasn’t gay. … or was I? Did I just want to try? Was this just lust? This could ruin everything between us. What if I was just curious but I realized I didn’t like it. I couldn’t do that to him. Let him have me just once and then tell him that I wasn’t interested.</span></p><p><span>But I loved him. I had that feeling in my body that told me I would cry a river if I were to lose him. He was my best friend, we knew each other better than we knew anyone else. We shared everything and he meant so much to me. He was someone I could tell everything to, he was someone I could go to when things were too hard to handle at home and I knew there’d be no judgements, just understanding and help.</span></p><p><span>"Yeah of course, I promise. I still wanna come over here and hang out. I told you, it doesn’t change anything. You’re my best friend, and I …I love you too, you know," I said calmly.</span></p><p><span>"What?" He asked, a bit taken aback. I think he heard in my tone of voice that I meant more than just ‘I love you as a friend’ "</span></p><p><span>"What d'you mean?"</span></p><p><span>"I mean, I love you… because … well, I couldn’t even imagine not hanging out with you anymore, there’s just no way. Come on, we’re talking about you and I here. You’re always there for me, I can always count on you. You protect me all the time. And if I’m bringing this up tonight, it’s because I feel… I feel so conflicted about this."</span></p><p><span>He raised his brows. “You feel conflicted?”</span></p><p><span>I stayed silent and he waited for me to continue. He could sense I wasn’t finished.</span></p><p><span>"I don’t think I’m gay. I dunno, I’ve never asked myself that question. But when I’m with you… at night… I don’t know…. I just feel…"</span></p><p><span>I really didn’t know how to explain it to him. I didn’t even understand it myself. I stopped talking and again, he waited, so I took a deep breath and said,</span></p><p><span>"I just feel … like I could try things with you… and it wouldn’t be weird!"</span></p><p><span>I could tell he wasn’t expecting me to say this at all.</span></p><p><span>"Are you saying you might want to…do stuff,” he asked cautiously.</span></p><p><span>I rubbed the back of my neck as I answered, "Maybe, I just don’t know. Maybe, I guess I’m just curious. But I don’t want, oh god, I really don't know… " I said, letting my hand fall back onto my lap.</span></p><p><span>He just stared at me for a few seconds until he said with a lot of confidence,</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"You know, let’s be honest here. I’ve been fantasizing about kissing you for almost five years…. You can’t tell me stuff like that!"</span></p><p><span>I smiled and gazed into his eyes, loving how bright and hopeful they looked at that instant,</span></p><p><span>&nbsp;"Well… do it if you want!" I responded straightforwardly.</span></p><p><span>I so wanted to know what it would feel like. The more we were talking about it, the more turned on I was. I wanted to do things with him, I was sure of that, it was all I could think about. I couldn’t even bring myself to think about what it would change between us, or between me and my girlfriend.</span></p><p><span>He looked at me like I could not possibly be serious.</span></p><p><span>"Are you for real?" he asked with uncertainty in his voice.</span></p><p><span>I swallowed,</span></p><p><span>"Yeah, I’m curious. We can try. I don’t mind," I said, not really sure I meant it.</span></p><p><span>He looked deep into my eyes again, hesitated for a couple of seconds and then shifted his by closer to mine.</span></p><p><span>"Well, you know what?" he said, with his usual self assurance, "If I’m gonna ruin everything between us, I might as well take everything I can with me!"</span></p><p><span>Before I had time to think twice about it, he had wrapped his legs around me again. He placed one hand behind my lower back, the other behind my neck. Then he drew me closer and his lips were on mine.</span></p><p><span>It felt so electric and goosebumps covered my arms. Another wave of lust rushed through me when I realized what was happening. His tongue played with my lips and his hard body was tightly pressed against mine. I hadn’t expected this. Well, actually, I had thought it might feel like this, but I couldn’t believe I had been right. Fuck, maybe I was gay. That was the first thought that went through my head. But I didn’t care.</span></p><p><span>He was slightly smiling as he was kissing me, but I wasn’t kissing him back. I didn’t know what to do. It felt so good to feel his lips against mine and I still couldn’t believe how much I liked it. It felt so different to kissing Rachel. There was more pressure, more intensity. He was turning me on so much more.</span></p><p><span>I felt his tongue trying to push its way into my mouth, as if asking for permission to part my lips, I came back to earth and started to kiss him back. I opened my mouth slightly and let my tongue play with his.</span></p><p><span>God, I loved it! Kissing him felt like the most natural thing in the world. It was the most natural thing in the world, it felt totally familiar even though we’d never done it before. The kiss was gentle and hesitant at first but when he saw that I wasn’t stopping him and that I was kissing him too, he closed his eyes and drew me even closer to him, if it was even possible. He ran his hand through my hair and kissed me more passionately, my cock stiffened instantly. There was an intensity to the kiss that I had never experienced before.</span></p><p><span>He pushed his tongue deeper into my mouth, his fingers still running through my hair. I couldn’t believe how amazing this felt. I was rock hard by now and I could feel that he was too. We started moaning as we continued kissing, our crotches rubbing together.</span></p><p><span>Rob caressed the back of my head with his fingers and then pushed his body hard against mine, forcing me to lie down on my back, him on top of me.</span></p><p><span>Still kissing, his mouth moved down and he kissed the underside of my chin and traced my jawline with his lips. Then, he placed a few harder kisses on my neck. I was fucking loving it. It felt so good, he felt so good... but I couldn't help but say something, "Wait Rob…. Rob," I repeated.</span></p><p><span>"Oh no, Mark please, I don’t wanna stop, it feels too good to be kissing you, please, don’t stop me," he begged, pressing his lips against mine again.</span></p><p><span>"No, I don’t want to stop either," I told him in between kisses, "I just, fuck, it doesn’t feel weird to do this. I kinda knew I might feel like this, but fuck," I repeated as I tried to wrap my head around the fact that we were making out and that it was fucking awesome.</span></p><p><span>He looked at me and smiled. Damn, he was so fucking gorgeous when he smiled. His whole face lit up and his eyes were full of passion.</span></p><p><span>"Don’t overthink it. I’ve been wanting to do this so many times. I didn’t think it'd ever happen!"</span></p><p><span>He kissed me again, small, long kisses, unable to stop. He eventually started nibbling at my neck again. I loved having my neck kissed. I knew it was a really sensitive part of my body but with Rob it was just ecstacy.</span></p><p><span>"Ohh fuck yeah!" I moaned. He must have felt my body shivering and quivering because he applied more pressure and made me moan harder. Then he started kissing my whole face, my cheek, my nose, my forehead. When he pulled back, he looked at me and asked, his voice full of need,</span></p><p><span>"Can I take off your clothes?"</span></p><p><span>I was just wearing a T-shirt and my boxer briefs and so was he. I could feel his cock pressing against me and I slowly nodded yes. He pulled my shirt over my head in one quick motion. We were both breathing hard and I couldn’t keep my eyes off him as he started kissing my chest.</span></p><p><span>When he got to my nipples, I exhaled and inhaled again, loving the feel of his tongue against them. He made them hard and kept teasing me for a while. I was so turned on, I thought I would cum whether he kept kissing me or not. It was the most intense sexual experience I had ever had. Even my first time with Rachel hadn’t made me feel like this. I knew he could feel it.</span></p><p><span>He licked his way down, kissed my navel and started pulling down my boxers-briefs.</span></p><p><span>He was doing all the work, I was just enjoying it. I was in total ecstasy. I didn’t know what to do with myself, he was in control. He could do whatever he wanted to with me and that was obviously the way he wanted it. He knew what he was doing when I was totally overwhelmed by what was happening. Although I was loving every second of it.</span></p><p><span>As soon as he had pulled down my boxer-briefs, he stared at my hard on. It looked like he was mesmerized. He didn’t touch it, just looked at it and then he lay down on top of me, kissing me again softly on the lips. He kissed the side of my face and whispered into my ear again. This whispering thing was really working for me.</span></p><p><span>"Damn, you’re so fucking hot. I love your body, you’re gorgeous. I can’t believe this is finally happening. I want you so bad."</span></p><p><span>"I’m here, you can have me," I moaned, even more turned on by his confession and loving the fact that he was so attracted to me. I did have a pretty well-defined and well-developed body, just like him. We were both quite athletic and we did a lot of sport at school. He had spanish blood from his mother and I had French blood, but I was actually darker than he was. I could get a nice dark tan pretty easily.</span></p><p><span>He pulled me in for another kiss and looked into my eyes. His eyes were full of love and need. He really wanted me. I could see it, I could feel it, I could sense it. He ran his thumb over my lips and kissed me lightly.</span></p><p><span>"I’m so attracted to you. It’s always been you. I don’t care about anyone else. Let me show you how much I want you."</span></p><p><span>He kissed my ear, sending shivers up and down my spine and I felt his hand grasp my rock hard erection. He started stroking me gently and it felt amazing,</span></p><p><span>"Ohhh, feels so good, I need to cum so bad."</span></p><p><span>"I know, do you want me to suck you off?" he whispered in my ear, "cause I really want to do that, I want to taste you, are you ok with that?" he asked me, clearly hoping that I would say yes.</span></p><p><span>"Oh fuck yeah, do whatever you want." I breathed, ready for him to do it.</span></p><p><span>He kissed his way down my body, still smiling and lowered his head to my cock. He stroked it a couple of times and licked the head gently before swallowing half of it. His mouth felt so good, moist and warm around it. I could not believe I had my cock in Rob’s mouth, the thought and the sight of it almost sent me over the edge but I tried to hold back. He held it tightly in his mouth and started sucking on the head, licking all the precum. I was so fucking turned on, I was leaking pretty bad.</span></p><p><span>Then he started wetting my whole erection with his tongue and took the head again in his mouth and started going down on it, moving his head up and down. He was holding the base of my cock with one hand while caressing my navel with the other. I moaned and started to play with his dark hair. He took the head between his lips and sucked again, it felt so amazing, I knew I was not going to last much longer. He started sucking me faster, bobbing his head up and down, taking my cock as far as he could in his mouth without gagging, when he relaxed his throat and took me down to the base. I moaned so hard. He pulled up and did it again.</span></p><p><span>"Oh fuck," I moaned hard. "Uggg, so guys really do give better head than girls!"</span></p><p><span>He let out a laugh,</span></p><p><span>"I’m good at this!"</span></p><p><span>He took his hand away from my stomach and started playing with my balls. He swallowed them into his mouth one by one, making me quiver, and then he resumed sucking my shaft, easily taking it down his throat a few more times. He was indeed really good at this and I could only moan.</span></p><p><span>I could tell that he was stroking himself as he was blowing me and his moans became hotter and shorter. He let my cock slip out of his mouth and began jacking it furiously. That was it for me.</span></p><p><span>"Rob, fuck, I’m gonna…..ughhhhhh." He wrapped his mouth around the head again and a wave of pleasure stronger than I had ever felt before swept over me and I started cumming hard, moaning and shooting my load like I had never shot it before.</span></p><p><span>Rob kept his mouth tight around it through the whole orgasm and swallowed my jizz. I could hear him moan louder as he came himself, my cock still in his mouth.</span></p><p><span>He continued sucking on me long after I had stopped cumming and then he licked me clean thoroughly. It didn’t seem like he wanted to let go and I didn’t want him to stop either. I loved feeling his mouth on my cock even if my orgasm had subsided. He stroked it a few more times, then came back up, lying next to me. We didn’t say anything for a few seconds until I decided to break the silence.</span></p><p><span>"Damn," I told him with a sigh. "that was, wow!"</span></p><p><span>"So, how did you like it?" he asked, letting out a small giggle.</span></p><p><span>"A bit too much I think," I said, laughing a little.</span></p><p><span>We lay side by side until he turned on his side, placed his leg on top of mine and snuggled closer to me. He kissed me again on the cheek,</span></p><p><span>"Man, I can’t believe you swallowed it!"</span></p><p><span>"Hey, I want everything you’ve got," he said and I smiled, looking briefly into his eyes.</span></p><p><span>"How you feeling?" he asked me.</span></p><p><span>"Pretty good. I’m not freaked out if that’s what you mean… you?"</span></p><p><span>"I’m…," he began saying, “look, I don’t know what this means to you, and I don’t care right now. I’m just glad it happened. It was everything I'd imagined it'd be."</span></p><p><span>I let out a small chuckle and turned on my side to face him. “Good, ‘cause I don’t think I can explain what it is about you that makes me so…”</span></p><p><span>“so…?” he asked with curiosity.</span></p><p><span>I stared at him and said,</span></p><p><span>“Hard as hell…”</span></p><p><span>He laughed,</span></p><p><span>“I make you hard?”</span></p><p><span>“Like you haven’t noticed it,” I said sexily.</span></p><p><span>“Well…dude, we’re eighteen, I mean, I’m hard all the time, especially with you, always looking all gorgeous and perfect as fuck!”</span></p><p><span>I smiled at what he’d said,</span></p><p><span>“So you’re gay, uh?”</span></p><p><span>“Yep. Full blown gay,” he confirmed with a laugh, “not even slightly interested in fucking a girl!”</span></p><p><span>I raised an eyebrow at him.</span></p><p><span>“Shit!” I said with a heavy sigh.</span></p><p><span>He laughed,</span></p><p><span>“Shit.... my best friend’s gay? Or shit… I had gay sex with my best friend and I liked it?”</span></p><p><span>“You know which one it is.”</span></p><p><span>“Don’t overthink it, it was just fun. Doesn’t make you gay.”</span></p><p><span>“Doesn’t it?” I asked, skeptically, rolling over onto my back.</span></p><p><span>He shushed me and began caressing my chest and stomach. He did that for a moment and I could tell how much he loved touching me.</span></p><p><span>"Damn, I love touching you," he sighed and I smiled at him.</span></p><p><span>"Why do you love me so much?" I asked. I could tell he was surprised by my question.</span></p><p><span>He gathered his thoughts and kept running his fingers over my skin as he said,</span></p><p><span>"’Cuz you’re you. And I love you. You’re perfect. Everytime you speak, every move you make, I can’t believe how much I love you. I can barely stand it, your smile, your laugh, everything, I love everything about you!" he said and kissed my cheek briefly.</span></p><p><span>"Damn, how could you keep your feelings to yourself for so long?"</span></p><p><span>"I dunno, I was too young, I guess. And I wasn’t that good at hiding my feelings, you saw through me."</span></p><p><span>"What are we gonna do?" I asked, unsure about everything.</span></p><p><span>"I don’t know. We don’t have to do anything. I’m not asking you to be gay for me, or to break up with Rachel. But if you want us to be together once in a while, I’m here, whenever you want. I won’t tell anyone."</span></p><p><span>"D'you think I’m gay? Is this why you fell in love with me, you felt something?" I asked him.</span></p><p><span>I was already starting to think about all that it would change in my life….my relationship with Rachel, with my parents. It all seemed too complicated. But I couldn’t deny how I felt for him. I had to be at least bisexual I thought.</span></p><p><span>"Maybe,” he answered. “You’re… I don’t know, you’re so special. You’ve always been. There’s just something about you I’ve always loved. You’re so talented and artistic and sweet. Maybe you’re gay, maybe you’re not. Time will tell. I don’t care. I mean, I’d love it if you were. But it’s up to you. You really don’t have to put a name on it. I didn’t for a long time. I know what I want, I want to be with you, but I can’t ask you…" he didn’t finish his sentence, "You’re too confused about it for now."</span></p><p><span>I sighed,</span></p><p><span>"Well, I loved what just happened. And I don’t feel weird about it. That must mean…"</span></p><p><span>"It doesn’t matter."</span></p><p><span>"I knew I wanted this to happen. I kinda figured I'd enjoy it!"</span></p><p><span>He smiled and gave a small laugh,</span></p><p><span>"Five years damnit! You couldn’t have realized it sooner?"</span></p><p><span>I just shrugged.</span></p><p><span>"Well, it was worth the wait!" he added.</span></p><p><span>I laughed too.</span></p><p><span>"Just promise me something!" he said seriously.</span></p><p><span>"What?"</span></p><p><span>"Whatever happens between us, we won’t let it get in the way of the band, or of our friendship. We have to make this band work, for the five of us, and it has to remain our main priority."</span></p><p><span>I smiled, because the band was my priority too,</span></p><p><span>"Yeah, of course, we have to."</span></p><p><span>Although I knew that whatever would happen, it’d have some kind of impact on the future of the band.</span></p><p><span>It was getting late, so we got under the covers and he did what I had secretly wanted him to do so many times. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight against him as we drifted off to sleep a lot faster than I thought we would, considering what had just happened…. But then again, we were always so comfortable around each other, this time was no exception. So much can change in a matter of hours.</span></p> </div></div>
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It's like subscribing to Netflix or Amazon Prime, except you determine how much to donate. Help keep erotic literature free: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. This work � by The_Curmudgeon, January 2023. ******************** Chapter 2 � Saturday Dec 24 Christmas Eve Day ******************** Characters: Jordan, age 13. Homeless big brother of Charlie. Charlie, age 12. Homeless little brother to Jordan. Brandon, age 29. Game coder for a small company of independent contractors. Our Hero. Matt, age 34, but is just a memory of a boy of 15 in Brandon's head who taught him about sex. Uncle Matt, age unknown, Jordan and Charlie's Uncle on their mother's side. ******************** From the Official Weather Service storm summary report: The fine citizens of Buffalo were waking up to a winter disaster as the snow and wind continued relentlessly overnight. The conditions were so bad that plow crews could not keep up with the winter storm and blizzard conditions. In a press conference it was announced that emergency services were unavailable across portions of Erie County. And unfortunately, this storm had already become deadly. The lake effect snow machine continued all day Christmas Eve with heavy snow and gusty winds aimed at the northern half of Western New York. The Buffalo Airport added over a foot of snow to the existing accumulation from Friday, making it upwards of four feet of snow on the ground. Snowdrifts and banks across the Buffalo area were estimated to be between 5 to 8 feet from the wind. ******************** I went to my bedroom, but stopped first at the guest room, looking in on the boys. Their angelic sleeping faces were all that stuck out of the covers. I awoke at 5:00 to pee. I looked at the boys who were now a jumble of intertwined arms and legs, standing in their doorway naked, my dick hardened as I watched them sleep. My hand wrapped itself around my hard-on and I stroked my dick. After being hard much of yesterday, it didn't take much to make myself cum, stroking it dry was enough. When my orgasm neared, I went to the bathroom sink and watched my naked self, masturbate in the mirror. My semen shot across the sink hitting the back side of the drain. I ran some water to wash away the evidence, then went back to bed. The temperature outside was 3�. Sleep returned easily among the warmth of my electric blanket. I slowly became aware that I was again awake. The room was light indicating it was morning. There was a different smell in the room. But not just in the room, it was close. It was the smell of two young boys in my bed. Two naked young boys. And I was naked as well. My dick, as I feared it would do, hardened immediately. It had to have happened after 5:00 a.m., when they both crawled in bed with me, one on either side. Charlie was on his back, completely under the covers, the top of his head nestled into my armpit, with body contact from there down my side to his feet. Jordan was on his side, his head using my arm as his pillow. His arm over my chest, and his leg up over my pelvis. Any closer and he would be on top of me. Damn, this feels nice. I wrapped my one arm around Charlie's head, resting my hand on his chest. The other arm, I moved to across Jordan's back, putting my hand on his ribs. "Good morning, Uncle Brandon," Jordan whispered. I look at his face only inches away and kissed him. His arm on my chest moved. His hand ended up, where else, grasping my hard dick. "So, you really do sleep naked," he stated. I felt a new sensation, something poking against my thigh. Jordan was getting an erecting, and it was against my leg. The sensation moved up and down my thigh as Jordan humped his dick against me. Then his hand began moving. Ever so slowly he began masturbating me. "Jordan, you shouldn't do that, it's not right," I said, but I didn't stop him either. My brain fogged over in lust and I succumbed to the feel of his tender hand. I was barely aware, but his leg over me went over further and he got to his knees straddling my leg. He was now sitting up with the covers over his shoulders. Charlie moved on my other side now awaken by his brother's movements. "Jordan, you're gonna make me cum. Oh. . . oh yeah, that's it." I said in my lust-filled state. Jordan's hips were still moving against my thigh, now only on top instead of the side. I looked at Jordan's face. His eyes were closed but that didn't stop his hand from stroking my dick. "Aaaaahh," escaped Jordan's lips, his cum squirted on my leg, as his hand tightened its grip on me. "I'm cumming!" I exclaimed and the first pulse of semen shot from my dick on a near vertical projection. It went higher than I've ever seen it go, it slowed, and arched towards my chest, landing between my nipples. I haven't cum that hard or at the hands on another since I was 13, 16 years ago. The second pulse was in mid delivery, when Jordan's mouth clamped itself over my glans and received the semen I delivered. Involuntarily, my hand moved to the sides of his head, and held him there in place. At least I didn't pull him down on me, my dick would have ended up choking him. Instead I just held him and delivered the rest of my load in his mouth, which he swallowed without problem. Charlie popped up, and attacked the puddle of cum formed by the first ejaculation lying on my chest. He sucked and licked up all the evidence. Charlie laid on my chest and Jordan joined him, lying in his own cum on my thigh. Charlie was humping my opposite thigh. "Want some help with that Charlie?" I asked. He looked up at me and I opened my mouth, showing that my tongue was ready to receive him. He understood what I was offering and moved to kneeling on my pillow. I turned towards him, and his penis found my mouth, I gave it my best, not knowing what a boy wanted, I remember what my Matt wanted years ago, but he was at least 15 the first time I sucked his dick. Charlie was only 12. Apparently, I did ok, he humped, while I sucked, and ran my tongue around his glans. I received a 12-year-old's meager offering of semen, probably still sperm-free. His semen was tasty. After Charlie orgasmed, he collapsed across my face nearly suffocating me. I lifted him off me and moved him on top of me next to his brother. By law, I'm now a child rapist. I don't feel like one. My `victims' aren't acting like I'm one. That law is full of shit. I gave everyone time to recover from their orgasms, then said, "Ok, we're all awake, time to get up. Everybody in my shower. You may have been in a bath yesterday, but you didn't use any soap. Today, you're gonna use soap and shampoo." This is what Matt and I used to do on sleepovers. We'd fuck or suck first thing, then shower together. Things happened in the shower too. We'll have to see if anything happens today. The furnace was running full blast bring up the interior temperature to the programmed 72�. I overrode the program, raising the temperature to 75�, nude bodies need a warmer environment. The shower though was much warmer than that, and was very comfortable. Jordan and Charlie seemed to be no worse off from their brush with hypothermia. They both complained about being hungry while in the shower, so we didn't play around, we just showered off the cum residue and shampooed hair which didn't get done yesterday. After the shower, the boys smelled much better. The pungent odor I smelled this morning was now gone. "Hey guys, come look out the window," I suggested. The boys came running but when they looked, all they could see was white. I had to pick them up to see over the snow that drifted on my porch up against the front of the house 5 feet deep. And it was still snowing. The news I turned on, reported on 6 deaths in the area on Friday, and the current road conditions. They urged everyone to stay home, but noted that large stores along the main arteries were open with limited staffing. More snow is predicted. A couple years ago, a neighbor was moving and held a yard sale. He was offering a 2-up snowmobile with a sled that it pulls like a trailer. It had a shallow box and a bungee net. It was July, when no one is thinking about buying a snowmobile and I got a good deal on it. Today, I was going to be happy I made that purchase. After breakfast I made the boys promise me, that they wouldn't burn the house down, and I bundled up in long john's, corduroys and my battery powered heated snowmobile suit. I got the snowmobile out of the garage and hooked on the trailer. I filled the tank and waved to the boys in the window. My street wasn't plowed and it was hard going, but I got through to the main street, and headed north in Walmart's direction. I know what I said about slitting my wrists, but this is a special occasion. Two boys need Christmas presents. And food. But the presents are more important right now. I have frozen stuff we could survive on and I have dehydrated survival food in the garage. I drove in the street on about 6 inches of compressed snow, giving my machine good traction. The sled trailed along nicely behind me. It was cold, but the fresh batteries in my suit provided enough warmth and my helmet protected me from the arctic air. As I passed Eastern Hill Mall, trucks were piling snow into mounds around the light poles, where they might remain until spring. There were several cars parked near entrances. I could have stopped there, but I really wanted to see where I had found the boys yesterday, so on to Walmart I traveled. If Walmart is closed, or too crowded, the mall looks to be a good plan B option, another could be Target, a little further north. I rode my snowmobile in the right lane of Transit Road, with as many snowmobiles as there were 4-wheel drive trucks. There wasn't a passenger car in sight. But even what was out, was a tiny number compared to what would normally be out on Christmas Eve day. Walmart's parking lots had similar trucks attempting to clear snow, creating huge piles. And maybe 50 vehicles were parked at the entrance. I rode past the side of the building where I found the boys in their tent. In the corner of the wall and the chain-link fence was a snow drift that went all the way to the 8-foot top. The boys would have been buried alive, well, maybe not alive, they probably would have succumbed to the hypothermia first. I patted myself on the back, congratulating me for rescuing them. Just think, now they're at my house warm, and happily running around naked. Images of them popped into my head, of what they were doing right now, but I couldn't decide on which they were doing. One they were on the couch playing video games; another they were sitting at the glass table, their little dicks sticking up just for me; and in others they were in various rooms and various positions fucking each other. Damnit, now my dick is hard again, and it's under three layers of clothes. Nothing I can do about it now. I drove around to the entrance and parked alongside the other snowmobiles. Entering the front doors, I was greeted with the hot blast from the air wall. Inside the store it was comfortably warm, necessitating the removal of the snow suit. I take back what I said about shopping at Walmart close to Christmas. The aisles are near empty, the shelves are full, I wasn't being jostled or shoved, and I didn't feel like a herd-animal. I strode down the main aisle with a cart, on my way to the toy department. I didn't even have to play bumper-cars with any other carts. The toy section shelves were fully stocked except for the hottest toys of the season that sold out before Thanksgiving, and I chose several toys I thought the boys would like with my limited knowledge about them. Those created a need for wrapping paper, so I went to the Christmas part of the store. First thing I saw was the decorated trees, and remembered I didn't have one. So, I chose a nice little 5-foot pre-lit tree, and then added garland, and a few boxes of ornaments. Then a package of hooks to hang them and a white sparkly thing called a tree skirt. The clothes I washed yesterday, were not exactly in the best shape, so I then went to the Boys' department and bought them new clothes. It was a good thing I noticed their sizes when I washed them. I got each a couple sets of winter clothes, underwear, socks, and new shoes. They would need something to carry all this stuff so I bought each a backpack, and a small roller suitcase. At least when they leave my house, they'll leave in style. The big question in my mind was what exactly was going to happen to them? Where would they go? From what I understand, without relatives, foster care, aka, the system, is the only option. And Jordan is dead set against that. But we'll tackle that problem when the time comes. Christmas comes first and foremost. My cart was full, and I still needed groceries. So, I took my cart up front and asked if I could leave it somewhere while I continued shopping. The helpful employee offered to watch over it, and had me park it nearby her check-out lane. I grabbed another cart and headed to the grocery side. It was just as empty as the department store side, although more people were showing up. I guess people were worried that the storm was getting worse and wanted to stock up. So that's what I did. I stocked up on all sorts of frozen food that could be microwaved. I even bought a 2-� gallon jug of milk, which I never buy, since I now had two growing boys who appeared slightly malnourished. I piled on lots of canned foods that could easily be heated. The meat department added considerably to my growing total. My second cart was soon full and I went back to the nice lady guarding my 1st cart. I went through her checkout lane, and gave her a $20 bill, just for coming into work today. Merry Christmas! There was no one checking receipts today. Near the door, I stopped, put my snowsuit back on, and turned it back on. The second I went outside; I considered going back in to wait for the suit to rewarm itself. But I pushed on to my parked sled. Packing the sled proved a challenge, small stuff, to large stuff to an entire Christmas tree, all had to be pack into an intricate jig saw puzzle and held down with a bungie net. When I finished, my sled looked like Santa's sleigh as he departs from the North Pole on his around-the-world journey. Except mine is covered in a blue plastic tarp, like the one over the boys' tent, instead of a red velvet blanket that Santa uses. The road was still mostly barren of traffic. There were more snowmobiles out. A guy stopped next to me and asked if I'd join him and a bunch of other snowmobile owners helping the paramedics get to calls the ambulances couldn't get to. "Dude, I can't. I got two homeless kids I rescued at my house, right now. I gotta get food home to them!" "Well thanks for taking them in, at least you're helping!" he said gunning his engine running a red light that had no cross traffic. Why the hell am I sitting here. I'm stopped at a red light; no cross traffic and the cops can't even come out. I started up to run the light just as it turned green, I felt marginally better that I hadn't broken the law. But I didn't stop at another red light or stop sign the rest of the way home. I had to gun the engine to get through the snow drift covering my driveway. While I was gone, the tracks I made on the way out, had disappeared in the drifting snow. I punched the remote to the garage and drove straight in. The boys heard me and came running out to the garage, still naked and cute as ever. It was MUCH warmer today, almost 7� (scarism alert!). I handed them bags of groceries to take back inside and hid the bags of presents in the car while they were in the kitchen. I noticed their tent was still on the floor of the back seat. It took several trips just for the groceries, but finally I brought the new tree in. "You got a Christmas Tree! Can we put it up now?" Charlie squealed with glee. "As soon as I get out of these heavy clothes and put the groceries away!" They followed me to my bedroom and watched as I took off the heavy outer clothes. They came closer as I took off my long john's, revealing by boxer briefs. I went for my comfortable cargo pants. "Aren't you gonna go naked with us?" Jordan asked. "I don't think so Jordan, it wouldn't be right." "But doing stuff with us in bed is ok?" "No I didn't say that, I shouldn't have done that either," I said as I pulled up my pants. "Jordan, all this is very new for me and I'm confused. I did stuff as a kid, but did nothing for the past 16 years. Give me some time to figure it all out. Maybe later, we'll see." We soon had my first Christmas tree as an adult, assembled and plugged it. It took another 30 minutes to separate and spread out the branches. I stood back and looks at our accomplishment. It looked like a real tree. Strings of garland were draped, encircling the tree. Ornaments came next, and too late realized I didn't buy a topper. Oh well, next year. But then I remembered, this is my parents' home, there are Christmas decorations in the attic. Good old mom and dad, they never threw out anything and within minutes we had a beautiful angel watching over us. We finished the tree around 2:00 p.m. just in time for a late lunch, and I made the boys help me. They're old enough. The boys have been here now about 24 hours, and haven't worn a stitch of clothing since they undressed in the bathtub. I find it surprising, that I'm not looking at them as naked boys anymore. They're just boys. Sure they're not wearing clothes, but so what? Half the population of the world are male. All of them have penises that are a little longer or shorter; thinner or thicker; or with or without foreskins. I'm not checking out their dicks as often, and my own dick is behaving itself. Well, some of the time. Take this morning for example, when we were decorating the tree, I don't think I consciously LOOKED at either of their penises for over 2 hours. I'm sure I saw their penises, they're right there, but I also saw their noses, knees and elbows along with their dicks, and it wasn't a big deal. Matt and I spent a lot of time together naked. We didn't have erections all the time, only when we got to playing around and doing sex stuff. Eating lunch, the boys wanted to know when I was going to be naked with them. "You said you'd do it later." "I think you misunderstood what I said. All I said was, maybe later, we'll see." "So this is later, me and Charlie have been naked all day, it's time you joined us." I stood there in my cargo pants and flannel shirt staring at Jordan's beautiful face, my mind running a hundred miles an hour. I finally realized the biggest reason I wasn't naked already was that the boys were here. Not because it would be wrong to be naked in front of them, but because I was afraid, I'd get an erection in front of them. I'm so fucking stupid. "Ok, you win," I told Jordan, I'll be back in a few minutes. Go back out into the living room." ******************** Christmas Eve ******************** I emerged from the bedroom completely naked maybe 5 minutes later. I even took my socks off. My pole did as I figured it would and was sticking straight up. The boys had tired of waiting for me, and went back to playing video games. I walked into the living room and took my seat, to watch, without even a glance from either of them. My dick went down sitting there. Eventually, I was acknowledged for being in the room, "Hi Uncle Brandon, glad you joined us. It isn't so bad, is it?" Having such a late lunch, dinner was at 7:00 tonight. I can't remember the last time I cooked naked. After dinner, I brough up You Tube videos of Christmas carols and the boys and I had our very own sing along. We got to act silly, and had a great time. Then we watched Polar Express. When it ended, I made the boys go to bed. I tried telling them that Santa wouldn't come if they didn't go to bed, but they weren't buying it. Their mom blew up their beliefs in the property-trespassing characters like Santa, the Tooth Fairy, and the Easter Bunny when Charlie was 7 and she didn't have money for Christmas that year. But they went to bed anyway. I made sure they brushed their teeth, then tucked them in, and gave good-night kisses. I almost stopped at my room to put on some clothes for my trips to the garage to retrieve the presents I bought. I stopped, thought that if I was going to give this nudity thing a serious effort, I would go all the way, staying naked, doing what Charlie and Jordan would do. It was easier with them in bed. No one around to laugh at my dick or make it hard. It took multiple trips out into the garage to get the presents and the wrapping paper. I utilized the dining room table to wrap presents into Christmas Day. High temperature was 12� today. Joy.
<div id="readability-content"><h1>Bomb Cyclone Christmas Miracle Chapter 2</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"><div> <p>Hi, <a href="mailto:[email protected]"><i><span>[email protected]</span></i></a> here, I'd love to hear from you once you've read my story.</p> <p><a name="_Hlk105925108">This completed story contains 25,024 words in 4 chapters. According to Google, most adult paperback novels contain about 95,000 words. 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Help keep erotic literature free: <a href="http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html">http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html</a>.</p> <p>This work � by The_Curmudgeon, January 2023.</p> <p>********************</p> <h2>Chapter 2 � Saturday Dec 24</h2> <h3><span>Christmas Eve Day</span></h3> <p>********************</p> <p>Characters:<br> <b>Jordan</b>, age 13. Homeless big brother of Charlie.<br> <b>Charlie,</b> age 12. Homeless little brother to Jordan.<br> <b>Brandon</b>, age 29. Game coder for a small company of independent contractors. Our Hero.<br> <b>Matt</b>, age 34, but is just a memory of a boy of 15 in Brandon's head who taught him about sex.<br> <b>Uncle Matt</b>, age unknown, Jordan and Charlie's Uncle on their mother's side.</p> <p>********************</p> <p><i>From the Official Weather Service storm summary report:</i></p> <p>The fine citizens of Buffalo were waking up to a winter disaster as the snow and wind continued relentlessly overnight. The conditions were so bad that plow crews could not keep up with the winter storm and blizzard conditions. In a press conference it was announced that emergency services were unavailable across portions of Erie County. And unfortunately, this storm had already become deadly. </p> <p>The lake effect snow machine continued all day Christmas Eve with heavy snow and gusty winds aimed at the northern half of Western New York. The Buffalo Airport added over a foot of snow to the existing accumulation from Friday, making it upwards of four feet of snow on the ground. Snowdrifts and banks across the Buffalo area were estimated to be between 5 to 8 feet from the wind. </p> <p>********************</p> <p>I went to my bedroom, but stopped first at the guest room, looking in on the boys. Their angelic sleeping faces were all that stuck out of the covers. </p> <p>I awoke at 5:00 to pee. I looked at the boys who were now a jumble of intertwined arms and legs, standing in their doorway naked, my dick hardened as I watched them sleep. My hand wrapped itself around my hard-on and I stroked my dick. After being hard much of yesterday, it didn't take much to make myself cum, stroking it dry was enough. When my orgasm neared, I went to the bathroom sink and watched my naked self, masturbate in the mirror. My semen shot across the sink hitting the back side of the drain. I ran some water to wash away the evidence, then went back to bed. The temperature outside was&nbsp; 3�. Sleep returned easily among the warmth of my electric blanket.</p> <p>I slowly became aware that I was again awake. The room was light indicating it was morning. There was a different smell in the room. But not just in the room, it was close. It was the smell of two young boys in my bed. Two <u>naked</u> young boys. And I was naked as well. My dick, as I feared it would do, hardened immediately.</p> <p>It had to have happened after 5:00 a.m., when they both crawled in bed with me, one on either side. Charlie was on his back, completely under the covers, the top of his head nestled into my armpit, with body contact from there down my side to his feet. Jordan was on his side, his head using my arm as his pillow. His arm over my chest, and his leg up over my pelvis. Any closer and he would be on top of me. </p> <p>Damn, this feels nice. </p> <p>I wrapped my one arm around Charlie's head, resting my hand on his chest. The other arm, I moved to across Jordan's back, putting my hand on his ribs.</p> <p>"Good morning, Uncle Brandon," Jordan whispered. I look at his face only inches away and kissed him. His arm on my chest moved. His hand ended up, where else, grasping my hard dick. "So, you really do sleep naked," he stated.</p> <p>I felt a new sensation, something poking against my thigh. Jordan was getting an erecting, and it was against my leg. The sensation moved up and down my thigh as Jordan humped his dick against me.</p> <p>Then his hand began moving. Ever so slowly he began masturbating me. "Jordan, you shouldn't do that, it's not right," I said, but I didn't stop him either. My brain fogged over in lust and I succumbed to the feel of his tender hand.</p> <p>I was barely aware, but his leg over me went over further and he got to his knees straddling my leg. He was now sitting up with the covers over his shoulders. </p> <p>Charlie moved on my other side now awaken by his brother's movements. </p> <p>"Jordan, you're gonna make me cum. Oh. . . oh yeah, that's it." I said in my lust-filled state.</p> <p>Jordan's hips were still moving against my thigh, now only on top instead of the side. I looked at Jordan's face. His eyes were closed but that didn't stop his hand from stroking my dick. "Aaaaahh," escaped Jordan's lips, his cum squirted on my leg, as his hand tightened its grip on me. </p> <p>"I'm cumming!" I exclaimed and the first pulse of semen shot from my dick on a near vertical projection. It went higher than I've ever seen it go, it slowed, and arched towards my chest, landing between my nipples. I haven't cum that hard or at the hands on another since I was 13, 16 years ago.</p> <p>The second pulse was in mid delivery, when Jordan's mouth clamped itself over my glans and received the semen I delivered. Involuntarily, my hand moved to the sides of his head, and held him there in place. At least I didn't pull him down on me, my dick would have ended up choking him. Instead I just held him and delivered the rest of my load in his mouth, which he swallowed without problem.</p> <p>Charlie popped up, and attacked the puddle of cum formed by the first ejaculation lying on my chest. He sucked and licked up all the evidence. Charlie laid on my chest and Jordan joined him, lying in his own cum on my thigh. Charlie was humping my opposite thigh.</p> <p>"Want some help with that Charlie?" I asked. He looked up at me and I opened my mouth, showing that my tongue was ready to receive him. He understood what I was offering and moved to kneeling on my pillow. I turned towards him, and his penis found my mouth, I gave it my best, not knowing what a boy wanted, I remember what my Matt wanted years ago, but he was at least 15 the first time I sucked his dick. Charlie was only 12. Apparently, I did ok, he humped, while I sucked, and ran my tongue around his glans. I received a 12-year-old's meager offering of semen, probably still sperm-free. His semen was tasty.</p> <p>After Charlie orgasmed, he collapsed across my face nearly suffocating me. I lifted him off me and moved him on top of me next to his brother.</p> <p>By law, I'm now a child rapist. I don't feel like one. My `victims' aren't acting like I'm one. That law is full of shit.</p> <p>I gave everyone time to recover from their orgasms, then said, "Ok, we're all awake, time to get up. Everybody in my shower. You may have been in a bath yesterday, but you didn't use any soap. Today, you're gonna use soap and shampoo." This is what Matt and I used to do on sleepovers. We'd fuck or suck first thing, then shower together. Things happened in the shower too. We'll have to see if anything happens today. </p> <p>The furnace was running full blast bring up the interior temperature to the programmed 72�. I overrode the program, raising the temperature to 75�, nude bodies need a warmer environment. </p> <p>The shower though was much warmer than that, and was very comfortable. Jordan and Charlie seemed to be no worse off from their brush with hypothermia. They both complained about being hungry while in the shower, so we didn't play around, we just showered off the cum residue and shampooed hair which didn't get done yesterday. After the shower, the boys smelled much better. The pungent odor I smelled this morning was now gone.</p> <p>"Hey guys, come look out the window," I suggested. The boys came running but when they looked, all they could see was white. I had to pick them up to see over the snow that drifted on my porch up against the front of the house 5 feet deep. And it was still snowing. </p> <p>The news I turned on, reported on 6 deaths in the area on Friday, and the current road conditions. They urged everyone to stay home, but noted that large stores along the main arteries were open with limited staffing. More snow is predicted. </p> <p>A couple years ago, a neighbor was moving and held a yard sale. He was offering a 2-up snowmobile with a sled that it pulls like a trailer. It had a shallow box and a bungee net. It was July, when no one is thinking about buying a snowmobile and I got a good deal on it. Today, I was going to be happy I made that purchase.</p> <p>After breakfast I made the boys promise me, that they wouldn't burn the house down, and I bundled up in long john's, corduroys &nbsp;and my battery powered heated snowmobile suit. I got the snowmobile out of the garage and hooked on the trailer. I filled the tank and waved to the boys in the window. </p> <p>My street wasn't plowed and it was hard going, but I got through to the main street, and headed north in Walmart's direction. I know what I said about slitting my wrists, but this is a special occasion. Two boys need Christmas presents. And food. But the presents are more important right now. I have frozen stuff we could survive on and I have dehydrated survival food in the garage. </p> <p>I drove in the street on about 6 inches of compressed snow, giving my machine good traction. The sled trailed along nicely behind me. It was cold, but the fresh batteries in my suit provided enough warmth and my helmet protected me from the arctic air.</p> <p>As I passed Eastern Hill Mall, trucks were piling snow into mounds around the light poles, where they might remain until spring. There were several cars parked near entrances. I could have stopped there, but I really wanted to see where I had found the boys yesterday, so on to Walmart I traveled. If Walmart is closed, or too crowded, the mall looks to be a good plan B option, another could be Target, a little further north.</p> <p>I rode my snowmobile in the right lane of Transit Road, with as many snowmobiles as there were 4-wheel drive trucks. There wasn't a passenger car in sight. But even what was out, was a tiny number compared to what would normally be out on Christmas Eve day. </p> <p>Walmart's parking lots had similar trucks attempting to clear snow, creating huge piles. And maybe 50 vehicles were parked at the entrance.</p> <p>I rode past the side of the building where I found the boys in their tent. In the corner of the wall and the chain-link fence was a snow drift that went all the way to the 8-foot top. The boys would have been buried alive, well, maybe not alive, they probably would have succumbed to the hypothermia first. I patted myself on the back, congratulating me for rescuing them.</p> <p>Just think, now they're at my house warm, and happily running around naked. Images of them popped into my head, of what they were doing right now, but I couldn't decide on which they were doing. One they were on the couch playing video games; another they were sitting at the glass table, their little dicks sticking up just for me; and in others they were in various rooms and various positions fucking each other. Damnit, now my dick is hard again, and it's under three layers of clothes. Nothing I can do about it now. </p> <p>I drove around to the entrance and parked alongside the other snowmobiles. </p> <p>Entering the front doors, I was greeted with the hot blast from the air wall. Inside the store it was comfortably warm, necessitating the removal of the snow suit.</p> <p>I take back what I said about shopping at Walmart close to Christmas. The aisles are near empty, the shelves are full, I wasn't being jostled or shoved, and I didn't feel like a herd-animal. I strode down the main aisle with a cart, on my way to the toy department.</p> <p>I didn't even have to play bumper-cars with any other carts. The toy section shelves were fully stocked except for the hottest toys of the season that sold out before Thanksgiving, and I chose several toys I thought the boys would like with my limited knowledge about them. </p> <p>Those created a need for wrapping paper, so I went to the Christmas part of the store. First thing I saw was the decorated trees, and remembered I didn't have one. So, I chose a nice little 5-foot pre-lit tree, and then added garland, and a few boxes of ornaments. Then a package of hooks to hang them and a white sparkly thing called a tree skirt. </p> <p>The clothes I washed yesterday, were not exactly in the best shape, so I then went to the Boys' department and bought them new clothes. It was a good thing I noticed their sizes when I washed them. I got each a couple sets of winter clothes, underwear, socks, and new shoes.</p> <p>They would need something to carry all this stuff so I bought each a backpack, and a small roller suitcase. At least when they leave my house, they'll leave in style.</p> <p>The big question in my mind was what exactly was going to happen to them? Where would they go? From what I understand, without relatives, foster care, aka, the system, is the only option. And Jordan is dead set against that. But we'll tackle that problem when the time comes. Christmas comes first and foremost.</p> <p>My cart was full, and I still needed groceries. So, I took my cart up front and asked if I could leave it somewhere while I continued shopping. The helpful employee offered to watch over it, and had me park it nearby her check-out lane. </p> <p>I grabbed another cart and headed to the grocery side. It was just as empty as the department store side, although more people were showing up. I guess people were worried that the storm was getting worse and wanted to stock up. </p> <p>So that's what I did. I stocked up on all sorts of frozen food that could be microwaved. I even bought a 2-� gallon jug of milk, which I never buy, since I now had two growing boys who appeared slightly malnourished. I piled on lots of canned foods that could easily be heated. The meat department added considerably to my growing total.</p> <p>My second cart was soon full and I went back to the nice lady guarding my 1st cart. I went through her checkout lane, and gave her a $20 bill, just for coming into work today. Merry Christmas! There was no one checking receipts today.</p> <p>Near the door, I stopped, put my snowsuit back on, and turned it back on. The second I went outside; I considered going back in to wait for the suit to rewarm itself. But I pushed on to my parked sled.</p> <p>Packing the sled proved a challenge, small stuff, to large stuff to an entire Christmas tree, all had to be pack into an intricate jig saw puzzle and held down with a bungie net. When I finished, my sled looked like Santa's sleigh as he departs from the North Pole on his around-the-world journey. Except mine is covered in a blue plastic tarp, like the one over the boys' tent, instead of a red velvet blanket that Santa uses.</p> <p>The road was still mostly barren of traffic. There were more snowmobiles out. A guy stopped next to me and asked if I'd join him and a bunch of other snowmobile owners helping the paramedics get to calls the ambulances couldn't get to. "Dude, I can't. I got two homeless kids I rescued at my house, right now. I gotta get food home to them!"</p> <p>"Well thanks for taking them in, at least you're helping!" he said gunning his engine running a red light that had no cross traffic. Why the hell am I sitting here. I'm stopped at a red light; no cross traffic and the cops can't even come out. </p> <p>I started up to run the light just as it turned green, I felt marginally better that I hadn't broken the law. But I didn't stop at another red light or stop sign the rest of the way home. </p> <p>I had to gun the engine to get through the snow drift covering my driveway. While I was gone, the tracks I made on the way out, had disappeared in the drifting snow. I punched the remote to the garage and drove straight in.</p> <p><a name="_Hlk124063061">The boys heard me and came running out to the garage, still naked and cute as ever. It was MUCH warmer today, almost 7� (scarism alert!). I handed them bags of groceries to take back inside and hid the bags of presents in the car while they were in the kitchen. I noticed their tent was still on the floor of the back seat. It took several trips just for the groceries, but finally I brought the new tree in. </a></p> <p>"You got a Christmas Tree! Can we put it up now?" Charlie squealed with glee.</p> <p>"As soon as I get out of these heavy clothes and put the groceries away!"</p> <p>They followed me to my bedroom and watched as I took off the heavy outer clothes. They came closer as I took off my long john's, revealing by boxer briefs. I went for my comfortable cargo pants.</p> <p>"Aren't you gonna go naked with us?" Jordan asked.</p> <p>"I don't think so Jordan, it wouldn't be right."</p> <p>"But doing stuff with us in bed is ok?"</p> <p>"No I didn't say that, I shouldn't have done that either," I said as I pulled up my pants. "Jordan, all this is very new for me and I'm confused. I did stuff as a kid, but did nothing for the past 16 years. Give me some time to figure it all out. Maybe later, we'll see." </p> <p>We soon had my first Christmas tree as an adult, assembled and plugged it. It took another 30 minutes to separate and spread out the branches. I stood back and looks at our accomplishment. It looked like a real tree.</p> <p>Strings of garland were draped, encircling the tree. Ornaments came next, and too late realized I didn't buy a topper. Oh well, next year.</p> <p>But then I remembered, this is my parents' home, there are Christmas decorations in the attic.</p> <p>Good old mom and dad, they never threw out anything and within minutes we had a beautiful angel watching over us.</p> <p>We finished the tree around 2:00 p.m. just in time for a late lunch, and I made the boys help me. They're old enough. </p> <p>The boys have been here now about 24 hours, and haven't worn a stitch of clothing since they undressed in the bathtub. I find it surprising, that I'm not looking at them as naked boys anymore. They're just boys. Sure they're not wearing clothes, but so what? Half the population of the world are male. All of them have penises that are a little longer or shorter; thinner or thicker; or with or without foreskins. I'm not checking out their dicks as often, and my own dick is behaving itself. Well, some of the time. Take this morning for example, when we were decorating the tree, I don't think I consciously LOOKED at either of their penises for over 2 hours. I'm sure I saw their penises, they're right there, but I also saw their noses, knees and elbows along with their dicks, and it wasn't a big deal.</p> <p>Matt and I spent a lot of time together naked. We didn't have erections all the time, only when we got to playing around and doing sex stuff.</p> <p>Eating lunch, the boys wanted to know when I was going to be naked with them. "You said you'd do it later."</p> <p>"I think you misunderstood what I said. All I said was, maybe later, we'll see."</p> <p>"So this is later, me and Charlie have been naked all day, it's time you joined us."</p> <p>I stood there in my cargo pants and flannel shirt staring at Jordan's beautiful face, my mind running a hundred miles an hour. I finally realized the biggest reason I wasn't naked already was that the boys were here. Not because it would be wrong to be naked in front of them, but because I was afraid, I'd get an erection in front of them. I'm so fucking stupid.</p> <p>"Ok, you win," I told Jordan, I'll be back in a few minutes. Go back out into the living room."</p> <p>********************</p> <h3><span>Christmas Eve</span></h3> <p>********************</p> <p>I emerged from the bedroom completely naked maybe 5 minutes later. I even took my socks off. My pole did as I figured it would and was sticking straight up. </p> <p>The boys had tired of waiting for me, and went back to playing video games. I walked into the living room and took my seat, to watch, without even a glance from either of them. My dick went down sitting there. Eventually, I was acknowledged for being in the room, "Hi Uncle Brandon, glad you joined us. It isn't so bad, is it?"</p> <p>Having such a late lunch, dinner was at 7:00 tonight. I can't remember the last time I cooked naked. After dinner, I brough up You Tube videos of Christmas carols and the boys and I had our very own sing along. We got to act silly, and had a great time. Then we watched Polar Express. When it ended, I made the boys go to bed. I tried telling them that Santa wouldn't come if they didn't go to bed, but they weren't buying it. Their mom blew up their beliefs in the property-trespassing characters like Santa, the Tooth Fairy, and the Easter Bunny when Charlie was 7 and she didn't have money for Christmas that year. But they went to bed anyway.</p> <p>I made sure they brushed their teeth, then tucked them in, and gave good-night kisses.</p> <p>I almost stopped at my room to put on some clothes for my trips to the garage to retrieve the presents I bought. I stopped, thought that if I was going to give this nudity thing a serious effort, I would go all the way, staying naked, doing what Charlie and Jordan would do. It was easier with them in bed. No one around to laugh at my dick or make it hard. It took multiple trips out into the garage to get the presents and the wrapping paper. I utilized the dining room table to wrap presents into Christmas Day.</p> <p>High temperature was 12� today. Joy.</p> </div></div></div>
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Date: Mon, 23 Oct 2017 00:41:26 -0400 (EDT) From: Graphmuse Subject: Thumping Time This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males older and younger than 18. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. And don't forget to donate to Nifty. Help keep these stories free and available! Support Nifty! Please understand this is a work of fiction. The actions described in the story are not real or encouraged or condoned in real life. It's just a story kids. * * * * * For Matej * * * * Thumping Time * * * * Thump!... Thump!... Thump!... Thump!... Thump!... The sound repeated over and over again from the ceiling above me. I didn't mind it too much knowing it was Trevor causing it, bouncing his basketball repeatedly to hone his skills. It's what 9-year olds do at that age, practicing making themselves better at whatever they set their minds too. His mother told me that if he ever got too loud or too noisy that I should come up and let him know to knock it off. That was very thoughtful of her. Little did she know that it was now a signal between me and Trevor. Letting me know that he was home alone. Each "thump" I heard, my cock would get harder and harder, knowing the boy upstairs wanted "it." I threw on a pair of cargo shorts but didn't bother to put on a t-shirt or underwear, the less clothes the better. It was the middle of summer in NYC, and the air was extremely hot and humid. I was too cheap to buy an air conditioner and so were half of the other tenants in the building. So, it was normal to walk around without a shirt on. Plus, the old ladies in the building liked to look at my muscular body I grabbed my keys, locked my apartment, and bounded up the stairs barefoot to the floor above me. I was still in great shape from working out at the gym so sprinting up a flight of stairs was nothing. I could feel my cock throbbing down the leg of my cargo shorts as I anticipated what was about to happen. I knocked on the brown door labeled 6-G in gold letters. There was a pause, then the sound of locks unlocking in sequence. "Ugh, life in NYC." I thought with a chuckle. The door finally cracked open as a pair of stunning green eyes peeked out at me. "What's the password?" A playful high pitched boyish voice asked from behind the door. His young green eyes grew wide as they watched me reach down and squeeze the huge bulge now snaking down the leg of my cargo shorts. I smirked and replied, "Loose." His eyes widened, then his head disappeared behind the door, then the door slowly yawned opened. I walked into the dark apartment, which was the exact same layout as mine, and just as hot and humid. I heard the door shut behind me. I turned and saw the most beautiful sight in the world. Standing there completely naked was a hard sweaty 9-year-old boy. He had chestnut brown shoulder length hair, those stunning green eyes, and a nice tan. The tan outline of a skimpy Speedo surrounded his hairless groin. His boy nail was hard and throbbing. He was an athletic boy, into several sports like soccer, baseball, and Lacrosse. And had the hot, developing 9-year-old body to prove it. His green eyes locked onto my crotch as he slowly approached me, like a hunter sizing up his prey. He walked right up to me and yanked my shorts down in one quick pull. My hard nine-inch cock flopped out into his face as it at once started to fully inflate. The boy stepped closer grabbing my cock with both hands. Trevor dropped to his knees and stretched his mouth as wide as he could, completely engulfing the huge head of my cock inside his tiny mouth. He immediately started sucking like a pro, like the good little boy slut I'd trained him to be. He had gotten all the head into his mouth, but not much more as he worked his tongue all around it. A stranger would think a boy that size couldn't take any more, but I knew better. I grabbed the kid's head, my big hands easily palming both sides of his noggin. Trevor looked up at me with anticipation in his beautiful green eyes. "You ready?" I grinned evilly. "MmmHmmm..." The boy signaled. The reverberation from Trevor's reply sent tingles through the tip of my cock head, and down my shaft, making my balls tingle and ache. A surge of excitement raced through me as I firmly started pushing my cock slowly into his mouth against the back of his throat. I didn't give the boy time to think as I made one quick thrust forward while still holding his head firmly in place. "Ggguuupppphhhmmmuumm... ggguuupppphhh!" The boy gagged, his body flailing, as he tried pushing me off. I knew this was a reflex action as I held his head tight, forcing my cock down his throat! "Take it like I taught you boy! Relax your throat!" I commanded. "Ggguuupppphhh!... mmmuuupppphhh!... ggguuupppphhh!" The boy continued to struggle as I watched tears form in his eyes. "Too late for that boy. You're committed now." I growled as I kept stabbing the entrance of his throat with the tip of my cock. Suddenly, I felt his throat relax. Maybe because of lack of oxygen? At that moment I didn't care as I felt my fat head pop down into his throat. Then one, then three, then five inches of my thick shaft quickly followed, stretching his throat wide open as it sunk deeper and deeper. "Ohhhffuuuckyeeeahh... swallow it..." I started thrusting harder! Each thrust driving my shaft deeper down his throat until I had all 9 inches of my man cock completely buried my cock down this kid's mouth pussy. I swear the whole thing took less that ten seconds. I had him where I wanted him, he was mine now! "Uuuuummmmppppphhhhh..." The limp boy let out a long-muffled moan as I kept his face pressed against my crotch. I could feel his voice box tickling my excited shaft as he kept on moaning. The boy was trying to breathe through his nose as snot and drool leaked from his face. "Yeeeaaahhhhhhh, you're mine now..." I growled as I started to skull fuck my 9-year-old upstairs neighbor. "Taking you right here, in your own home! If only your mom was here to protect you? But she isn't!" "Mmmmuummggguuupppphhh! Mmmmuummggguuupppphhh! Mmmmuummggguuupppphhh!" The boy felt like a limp rag as I used his head like a fleshlight. He was now easily taking all my cock as I set the rhythm. Pulling three inches out, then pushing all the way back in, mashing his face against my crotch again repeatedly. The boy had now surrendered himself to my nine-inch monster. It was time to move on to the next step. "Time for your injection..." I groaned as I kept a tight grip on his head, leaving my cock buried down his throat as I waddled down the hallway to his bedroom. Trevor's limp 9-year-old body dragged between my legs as I made small little thrusts down into his mouth. "Fuck Trev, you really are good at that." I praised the boy as I felt the boy start to try and swallow. Constricting his throat muscles around my excited shaft as we moved down the hallway. As we got into his bedroom I released his head causing my cock to slip out of his mouth. The naked boy slumped to the floor coughing, trying to catch his breath. I grabbed Trevor and easily tossed him onto his Spiderman themed bed. The boy quickly laid on the bed, pulling his legs back, holding them close to his chest. The boy's young, hairless asshole was now on full display for me. I climbed up on the twin sized bed and pushed the boy's legs back even further, bringing his up off the bed as I inspected his hole. So perfect and clean, yet so dirty and nasty. The entrance to a boy's most dirties thoughts and desires. His keyhole. Trevor's little red circle looked so small, but I knew by the time I left, it would be a lot bigger... and looser. "So fucking hot!" I mewed, as I gave the 9-year old's perfectly smooth upturned boy cheeks a few slaps. I kept the boy's legs pinned back as I leaned down and lightly ran the tip of my tongue over his quivering entrance. The boy gasp as his sphincter clinched then relaxed under my tongue. "Such an eager little slut!" I chuckled. Then started to stab his boy hole with my tongue. "NNNUuungh!" Trevor gasped as he gripped my hair with his hands and pulled my head harder against his ass. I covered his boy hole completely with my mouth as I started to tongue fuck him. "UUUGH! FUCK! PLEASE! MORE! DADDY! UUGGH!" The 9-year-old was in heaven as I licked and probed his loosening boy pussy. Yes, it was definitely his pussy. A pussy only a boy could have. Slowly, I felt his entrance relax, allowing my long tongue to snake up inside him, opening him up even more. I could taste his earthy ass juices on my tongue as my tongue slipped in deeper and deeper, his hole dilating more and more. My 9-inch cock ached as it anticipated entering this hot, tight space now gripping my tongue. "Mmmmmmmm... mmmmmmm... mmmmmmm..." Trevor let out a series of low boyish moans as I vigorously tongue fucked him. Trevor was ready now for his fucking by my monster as I felt him bush his ass against my face. I pulled off the boy, his small boy hole was nice and dilated, waiting for my penetration. I shuffled forward, my body towering over the folded back boy as my dripping cock lined up with Trevor's now open boy hole. I looked down and smiled. My cock head looked huge compared to the size of Trevor's dilated 9-year-old asshole. It looked way too small for my thick 9-inch shaft to fit inside. But this image just made my cock throb harder as I nudged the tip against his entrance. Trevor's eyes widened as he felt my cock touch his butt hole. "Ready?" I asked, but I didn't give Trevor a chance to respond as I suddenly thrust forward. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!" The boy shrieked out as my bulbous purple cock head punched through his sphincter muscles, and into his hot silky tunnel. I kept pushing as I my 9-inch shaft sunk in deeper and deeper, my body craving the need to be inside this boy. I felt my cock meet resistance as it pushed up against the first inner muscles at the back of Trevor's rectum. I thrust hard again, pushing past this barrier as my cock pushed deeper up into his colon. I watched in a lust filled daze as my cock slowly disappeared into Trevor's body. "UUUUUUNNNGHHH!! TOO BIG! UUUUNGHH FUCK!" Trevor protested as felt my my crotch finally touch his upturned ass. At last my cock now fully buried itself inside the squirming boy below me. "You fucking slut! Teasing me in the elevator the first day we met." Trevor focused on me, "Yeah, you knew what you were doing." I smiled, "Didn't you?" The boy didn't say anything as we stayed locked together. Suddenly I felt his legs wrap tightly around my waist. Trevor smiled weakly through his grimaced face as he tried to adjust to my monster inside him. "That's what I thought." I leaned down and kissed my lover on the lips, gently at first, then he shoved his tongue into my mouth. The boy wanted it so badly. I immediately started fucking him hard, fucking my 9-year-old neighbor, the boy who wanted my cock. The boy who was curious, and wanted to know what it was like. Who wanted to know everything! We kept kissing hard as the sounds of slapping flesh echoed off the walls of Trevor's room as I corrupted the kid once more. More slaps...more thrusts...more moaning into my mouth. If only his friends at school could see him now. Me giving this Fourth grader the fuck of a lifetime once again. The boy was taking the full length of my 9-inch cock once again in his room. Trevor clung to me as I varied my fucking, giving him long deliberate thrusts, then rabbit fucking the boy, then back to a slow rhythm. Our bodies became slippery as we started to sweat, or heat building as I unmercifully pounded into the boy below me. I felt my balls pull up, that good tingling sensation building in my prostate, ready to inject my boy with my seed. Fuck, I was so close! I tried to hold out, but Trevor's hot gripping boy hole was now milking my cock like the well-trained slut he had become. I made one final hard thrust into the kid, holding my cock balls deep inside Trevor as I felt myself erupt into him. "OH FUUUUCK!" Fist one, then two, then... my balls kept flooding Trevor's well fucked boy hole as the most amazing orgasm rippled through my body. Trevor's arms and legs wrapped tightly around my humping, sweaty body, as Trevor took everything I had. We consummated or joining by kissing hard, out tongues dueling as I kept pumping my seed deep into this amazing boy! Then everything went still as my body finally stopped ejaculating. We kept kissing tenderly as we enjoyed the moment of being joined together, that post blissful moment between man and boy. I could fall in love with this boy. I already had from the first day I saw him? At this moment in time and space, Trevor was mine, a part of me. And me a part of him. I finally, but reluctantly pulled myself off the horn boy. My deflating 9-inch cock slipping out from Trevor's now stretched open boy hole. I got up off Trevor's bed, then leaned down and kissed the boy on the lips, whispering to him, "Let me know when you are ready for another round." The boy just grinned with a dazed look and nodded yes. I walked out of his bedroom, but turned to take one last look at this amazing boy. Trevor, laid out on the bed, my cum slowly leaking out in huge gobs from his gaping hole as it pooled on his Spider-man bedsheets below. The boy had a look of pure satisfaction on his face as he started to fall asleep. Trevor knew he'd have to change the bed after I'd left, it wasn't his first time having to do that. I headed back to the front door, slipped my shorts on, and exited Trevor's apartment. I got back to my apartment, poured myself a glass of Scotch and laid down on the couch, thinking back to what had just happened a few feet above me. "So lucky to be living under such a horny little slut boy." I thought to myself as I started to drift off to asleep. A brief time later I was awoken. Thump!... Thump!... Thump!... Thump!... Thump!... My cock started to harden up again with each thump... the boy wanted more. * * * * Did you like it? Should it continue? Let me know. * Comments: * [email protected] * Please Donate to Support Nifty and keep it free! * * * * * Other stories: * Checkmated (Adult-youth) http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/checkmated * Watching the Boys (Adult-youth) http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/watching-the-boys * Swimming for The Team (Highschool) http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/swimmingfortheteam * The Thirsty Boy (Sci-Fi) http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-thirsty-boy * The Merger (Sci-Fi) http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-merger * An Agreement Between Brothers (Incest) http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/an-agreement-between-brothers * * And in the Bi-sexual section: http://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/adult-youth/my-maddie
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Mon, 23 Oct 2017 00:41:26 -0400 (EDT) From: Graphmuse <[email protected]> Subject: Thumping Time This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males older and younger than 18. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. And don't forget to donate to Nifty. Help keep these stories free and available! Support Nifty! Please understand this is a work of fiction. The actions described in the story are not real or encouraged or condoned in real life. It's just a story kids. * * * * * For Matej * * * * Thumping Time * * * * Thump!... Thump!... Thump!... Thump!... Thump!... The sound repeated over and over again from the ceiling above me. I didn't mind it too much knowing it was Trevor causing it, bouncing his basketball repeatedly to hone his skills. It's what 9-year olds do at that age, practicing making themselves better at whatever they set their minds too. His mother told me that if he ever got too loud or too noisy that I should come up and let him know to knock it off. That was very thoughtful of her. Little did she know that it was now a signal between me and Trevor. Letting me know that he was home alone. Each "thump" I heard, my cock would get harder and harder, knowing the boy upstairs wanted "it." I threw on a pair of cargo shorts but didn't bother to put on a t-shirt or underwear, the less clothes the better. It was the middle of summer in NYC, and the air was extremely hot and humid. I was too cheap to buy an air conditioner and so were half of the other tenants in the building. So, it was normal to walk around without a shirt on. Plus, the old ladies in the building liked to look at my muscular body I grabbed my keys, locked my apartment, and bounded up the stairs barefoot to the floor above me. I was still in great shape from working out at the gym so sprinting up a flight of stairs was nothing. I could feel my cock throbbing down the leg of my cargo shorts as I anticipated what was about to happen. I knocked on the brown door labeled 6-G in gold letters. There was a pause, then the sound of locks unlocking in sequence. "Ugh, life in NYC." I thought with a chuckle. The door finally cracked open as a pair of stunning green eyes peeked out at me. "What's the password?" A playful high pitched boyish voice asked from behind the door. His young green eyes grew wide as they watched me reach down and squeeze the huge bulge now snaking down the leg of my cargo shorts. I smirked and replied, "Loose." His eyes widened, then his head disappeared behind the door, then the door slowly yawned opened. I walked into the dark apartment, which was the exact same layout as mine, and just as hot and humid. I heard the door shut behind me. I turned and saw the most beautiful sight in the world. Standing there completely naked was a hard sweaty 9-year-old boy. He had chestnut brown shoulder length hair, those stunning green eyes, and a nice tan. The tan outline of a skimpy Speedo surrounded his hairless groin. His boy nail was hard and throbbing. He was an athletic boy, into several sports like soccer, baseball, and Lacrosse. And had the hot, developing 9-year-old body to prove it. His green eyes locked onto my crotch as he slowly approached me, like a hunter sizing up his prey. He walked right up to me and yanked my shorts down in one quick pull. My hard nine-inch cock flopped out into his face as it at once started to fully inflate. The boy stepped closer grabbing my cock with both hands. Trevor dropped to his knees and stretched his mouth as wide as he could, completely engulfing the huge head of my cock inside his tiny mouth. He immediately started sucking like a pro, like the good little boy slut I'd trained him to be. He had gotten all the head into his mouth, but not much more as he worked his tongue all around it. A stranger would think a boy that size couldn't take any more, but I knew better. I grabbed the kid's head, my big hands easily palming both sides of his noggin. Trevor looked up at me with anticipation in his beautiful green eyes. "You ready?" I grinned evilly. "MmmHmmm..." The boy signaled. The reverberation from Trevor's reply sent tingles through the tip of my cock head, and down my shaft, making my balls tingle and ache. A surge of excitement raced through me as I firmly started pushing my cock slowly into his mouth against the back of his throat. I didn't give the boy time to think as I made one quick thrust forward while still holding his head firmly in place. "Ggguuupppphhhmmmuumm... ggguuupppphhh!" The boy gagged, his body flailing, as he tried pushing me off. I knew this was a reflex action as I held his head tight, forcing my cock down his throat! "Take it like I taught you boy! Relax your throat!" I commanded. "Ggguuupppphhh!... mmmuuupppphhh!... ggguuupppphhh!" The boy continued to struggle as I watched tears form in his eyes. "Too late for that boy. You're committed now." I growled as I kept stabbing the entrance of his throat with the tip of my cock. Suddenly, I felt his throat relax. Maybe because of lack of oxygen? At that moment I didn't care as I felt my fat head pop down into his throat. Then one, then three, then five inches of my thick shaft quickly followed, stretching his throat wide open as it sunk deeper and deeper. "Ohhhffuuuckyeeeahh... swallow it..." I started thrusting harder! Each thrust driving my shaft deeper down his throat until I had all 9 inches of my man cock completely buried my cock down this kid's mouth pussy. I swear the whole thing took less that ten seconds. I had him where I wanted him, he was mine now! "Uuuuummmmppppphhhhh..." The limp boy let out a long-muffled moan as I kept his face pressed against my crotch. I could feel his voice box tickling my excited shaft as he kept on moaning. The boy was trying to breathe through his nose as snot and drool leaked from his face. "Yeeeaaahhhhhhh, you're mine now..." I growled as I started to skull fuck my 9-year-old upstairs neighbor. "Taking you right here, in your own home! If only your mom was here to protect you? But she isn't!" "Mmmmuummggguuupppphhh! Mmmmuummggguuupppphhh! Mmmmuummggguuupppphhh!" The boy felt like a limp rag as I used his head like a fleshlight. He was now easily taking all my cock as I set the rhythm. Pulling three inches out, then pushing all the way back in, mashing his face against my crotch again repeatedly. The boy had now surrendered himself to my nine-inch monster. It was time to move on to the next step. "Time for your injection..." I groaned as I kept a tight grip on his head, leaving my cock buried down his throat as I waddled down the hallway to his bedroom. Trevor's limp 9-year-old body dragged between my legs as I made small little thrusts down into his mouth. "Fuck Trev, you really are good at that." I praised the boy as I felt the boy start to try and swallow. Constricting his throat muscles around my excited shaft as we moved down the hallway. As we got into his bedroom I released his head causing my cock to slip out of his mouth. The naked boy slumped to the floor coughing, trying to catch his breath. I grabbed Trevor and easily tossed him onto his Spiderman themed bed. The boy quickly laid on the bed, pulling his legs back, holding them close to his chest. The boy's young, hairless asshole was now on full display for me. I climbed up on the twin sized bed and pushed the boy's legs back even further, bringing his up off the bed as I inspected his hole. So perfect and clean, yet so dirty and nasty. The entrance to a boy's most dirties thoughts and desires. His keyhole. Trevor's little red circle looked so small, but I knew by the time I left, it would be a lot bigger... and looser. "So fucking hot!" I mewed, as I gave the 9-year old's perfectly smooth upturned boy cheeks a few slaps. I kept the boy's legs pinned back as I leaned down and lightly ran the tip of my tongue over his quivering entrance. The boy gasp as his sphincter clinched then relaxed under my tongue. "Such an eager little slut!" I chuckled. Then started to stab his boy hole with my tongue. "NNNUuungh!" Trevor gasped as he gripped my hair with his hands and pulled my head harder against his ass. I covered his boy hole completely with my mouth as I started to tongue fuck him. "UUUGH! FUCK! PLEASE! MORE! DADDY! UUGGH!" The 9-year-old was in heaven as I licked and probed his loosening boy pussy. Yes, it was definitely his pussy. A pussy only a boy could have. Slowly, I felt his entrance relax, allowing my long tongue to snake up inside him, opening him up even more. I could taste his earthy ass juices on my tongue as my tongue slipped in deeper and deeper, his hole dilating more and more. My 9-inch cock ached as it anticipated entering this hot, tight space now gripping my tongue. "Mmmmmmmm... mmmmmmm... mmmmmmm..." Trevor let out a series of low boyish moans as I vigorously tongue fucked him. Trevor was ready now for his fucking by my monster as I felt him bush his ass against my face. I pulled off the boy, his small boy hole was nice and dilated, waiting for my penetration. I shuffled forward, my body towering over the folded back boy as my dripping cock lined up with Trevor's now open boy hole. I looked down and smiled. My cock head looked huge compared to the size of Trevor's dilated 9-year-old asshole. It looked way too small for my thick 9-inch shaft to fit inside. But this image just made my cock throb harder as I nudged the tip against his entrance. Trevor's eyes widened as he felt my cock touch his butt hole. "Ready?" I asked, but I didn't give Trevor a chance to respond as I suddenly thrust forward. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!" The boy shrieked out as my bulbous purple cock head punched through his sphincter muscles, and into his hot silky tunnel. I kept pushing as I my 9-inch shaft sunk in deeper and deeper, my body craving the need to be inside this boy. I felt my cock meet resistance as it pushed up against the first inner muscles at the back of Trevor's rectum. I thrust hard again, pushing past this barrier as my cock pushed deeper up into his colon. I watched in a lust filled daze as my cock slowly disappeared into Trevor's body. "UUUUUUNNNGHHH!! TOO BIG! UUUUNGHH FUCK!" Trevor protested as felt my my crotch finally touch his upturned ass. At last my cock now fully buried itself inside the squirming boy below me. "You fucking slut! Teasing me in the elevator the first day we met." Trevor focused on me, "Yeah, you knew what you were doing." I smiled, "Didn't you?" The boy didn't say anything as we stayed locked together. Suddenly I felt his legs wrap tightly around my waist. Trevor smiled weakly through his grimaced face as he tried to adjust to my monster inside him. "That's what I thought." I leaned down and kissed my lover on the lips, gently at first, then he shoved his tongue into my mouth. The boy wanted it so badly. I immediately started fucking him hard, fucking my 9-year-old neighbor, the boy who wanted my cock. The boy who was curious, and wanted to know what it was like. Who wanted to know everything! We kept kissing hard as the sounds of slapping flesh echoed off the walls of Trevor's room as I corrupted the kid once more. More slaps...more thrusts...more moaning into my mouth. If only his friends at school could see him now. Me giving this Fourth grader the fuck of a lifetime once again. The boy was taking the full length of my 9-inch cock once again in his room. Trevor clung to me as I varied my fucking, giving him long deliberate thrusts, then rabbit fucking the boy, then back to a slow rhythm. Our bodies became slippery as we started to sweat, or heat building as I unmercifully pounded into the boy below me. I felt my balls pull up, that good tingling sensation building in my prostate, ready to inject my boy with my seed. Fuck, I was so close! I tried to hold out, but Trevor's hot gripping boy hole was now milking my cock like the well-trained slut he had become. I made one final hard thrust into the kid, holding my cock balls deep inside Trevor as I felt myself erupt into him. "OH FUUUUCK!" Fist one, then two, then... my balls kept flooding Trevor's well fucked boy hole as the most amazing orgasm rippled through my body. Trevor's arms and legs wrapped tightly around my humping, sweaty body, as Trevor took everything I had. We consummated or joining by kissing hard, out tongues dueling as I kept pumping my seed deep into this amazing boy! Then everything went still as my body finally stopped ejaculating. We kept kissing tenderly as we enjoyed the moment of being joined together, that post blissful moment between man and boy. I could fall in love with this boy. I already had from the first day I saw him? At this moment in time and space, Trevor was mine, a part of me. And me a part of him. I finally, but reluctantly pulled myself off the horn boy. My deflating 9-inch cock slipping out from Trevor's now stretched open boy hole. I got up off Trevor's bed, then leaned down and kissed the boy on the lips, whispering to him, "Let me know when you are ready for another round." The boy just grinned with a dazed look and nodded yes. I walked out of his bedroom, but turned to take one last look at this amazing boy. Trevor, laid out on the bed, my cum slowly leaking out in huge gobs from his gaping hole as it pooled on his Spider-man bedsheets below. The boy had a look of pure satisfaction on his face as he started to fall asleep. Trevor knew he'd have to change the bed after I'd left, it wasn't his first time having to do that. I headed back to the front door, slipped my shorts on, and exited Trevor's apartment. I got back to my apartment, poured myself a glass of Scotch and laid down on the couch, thinking back to what had just happened a few feet above me. "So lucky to be living under such a horny little slut boy." I thought to myself as I started to drift off to asleep. A brief time later I was awoken. Thump!... 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Bomb Cyclone Christmas Miracle Chapter 1 Hi, [email protected] here, I'd love to hear from you once you've read my story. This completed story contains 25,024 words in 4 chapters. According to Google, most adult paperback novels contain about 95,000 words. I have finally managed to write my second short story. This is the shortest time in which I have ever written a complete story, but things were time-sensitive, the Bomb Cyclone really did happen and sadly several people in the Buffalo Area lost their lives. Nifty depends on donations to survive, please consider how many stories you've read here and how many hours of mental enjoyment and moments of physical nirvana, that has brought you. That must to be worth something. Please join me by becoming a monthly recurring donor. It's like subscribing to Netflix or Amazon Prime, except you determine how much to donate. Help keep erotic literature free: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. This work � by The_Curmudgeon, January 2023. ******************** Chapter 1 � Friday Dec 23 Walmart ******************** Characters: Jordan, age 13. Homeless big brother of Charlie. Charlie, age 12. Homeless little brother to Jordan. Brandon, age 29. Game coder for a small company of independent contractors. Our Hero. Matt, age 34, but is just a memory of a boy of 15 in Brandon's head who taught him about sex. Uncle Matt, age unknown, Jordan and Charlie's Uncle on their mother's side. ******************** From the Official Weather Service storm summary report: As had been expected, weather conditions quickly deteriorated early Friday morning as this winter storm rolled in. Temperatures plummeted from 37� to 19� in 4 hours, rain changed to snow and blizzard conditions set in across the Buffalo area. Travel bans were put in place, the Buffalo Airport closed and power outages started to pop up. Tropical storm force wind gusts were recorded across Western New York with a top gust of 79 mph. By midday, roads across Buffalo were covered in snow and conditions were becoming dangerous. This lake effect band pummeled the city and surrounding neighborhoods Friday. Almost two feet of snow was on the ground by Friday night at the Buffalo Airport with the heaviest and most dangerous of conditions setting in for the long night ahead. A new daily snowfall record was set on December 23rd in Buffalo with 22.3 inches of snow falling at the Buffalo Airport that day. ******************** It was raining early in the morning. Then it got cold fast. The weather guy on television had been warning us about another bomb cyclone, headed our way. These are not rare events here in Harris Hill, NY, but this was gonna be a big one, covering much of the country. These bring fridged temperatures down into the United States directly from the artic circle. To locate Harris Hill, draw a line extending the main runway of Buffalo Niagara International Airport to northeast, it would hit Harris Hill in 1.5 miles. Timing for the bad weather was lousy too. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve day, making today Friday, December 23, 2022. My problem was that I hadn't finished my Christmas shopping yet. This thing is gonna screw with everyone's Christmas travel plans. Not mine though, my parents retired, and live on the cheap in Costa Rica, so I have nowhere to be. Although a visit to Costa Rica is sounding pretty good about now. So, I'm playing hooky from work today. I told my boss I was working from home. Instead, I bundled myself up in my thickest clothes and my ski jacket, and headed to the Walmart Supercenter. Don't ever go to Walmart this close to Christmas, it's a fuckin' zoo. Too many people like myself, too many kids, way too many cars. I had trouble finding a parking spot, the lot was so full, but my persistence paid off, and I was rewarded when an employee pulled out of a spot, up against the side of the building. I was so grateful, I even rolled my window down, and yelled, "Merry Christmas, thank you!" The dude waved and smiled back at me. He was happy, his shift was over and on his way home. He was probably one of those guy who work through the night stocking shelves, cause he was leaving at 10:00 a.m. I took his spot and put on my stocking hat for the trek into the store. Exiting my Jeep, the 20� air driven by 30 mph wind hit me square in the face, making my eyes water. Further down the side of the store, was a lone tent in a corner formed by an 8-foot chain-link fence with wood slats and the side of the building. Homelessness has caused an increase of tents popping up in parks and other public places, usually in small groups or little communities. They have migrated out of the downtown Buffalo area into the suburbs. One of our local parks has several motor homes that only move when threatened, only to return the next day. This tent, no doubt, was just another example. The tent was an inexpensive dome type, with a small plastic blue tarp over the top, which was held in place by rocks. Except for one corner that had come loose and was flapping in the stiff wind. As I hurried off to the entrance, I barely gave it a second thought, till I heard what sounded like the meow of a cat, and I turned to the direction of the cry. Staring into the stiff wind, I heard the sound again. It was indistinguishable this time, and I hurried on into the store. Have I mentioned how stupid it is to go into a Walmart on Christmas Eve day? Well, it is, don't do if you enjoy your sanity. I was jostled and pushed around from the moment I entered. I was shopping for some office co-workers type gifts, thank god, not toys. I'd rather slit my wrists than venture into the toy department. My office, likes to hold a Christmas party at one of their homes. Most of my co-workers are like myself, single, unattached loners and enjoy the diversion of a party after the last working day before Christmas. In our work hours, we're independent contractors working in the video gaming industry. It not like we're game developers, we're coders, writing the extensive computer instructions that result in blood splattering across the games' screen. We are the ones who don't get the credit for our work, but we do make a decent wage, especially if we are willing to work overtime. We can also frequently work from home, since each of us works independently from the others. Rather than attempt to push a cart through a mass of humanity, I elected to use a cloth shopping bag we are now all forced to bring with us. I felt like a sheep as I moved along with the crowd to the area of the store I needed, that was between the entrance and the toy department. My exit from the flock was coming up, and I worked my way out of the drove, stepping into a side aisle. Thankfully, not that many shoppers are in the home goods section. I selected crap that could be useful, however unlikely that scenario may be, but that could also easily be re-gifted. My next living hell was at check-out. The line for the self-service cluster of registers was down the main aisle that separates the grocery from the rest of the store. Every register that was maned, had equally long lines. But tonight, the gods smiled on me. As I passed the one closed register, I heard a voice, "Next customer, please." I became the first in line at the newly opened register. With 8 items, I was through in a flash, in comparison to those who had carts that were overflowing with last minute gifts or those stockpiling because of the storm. My bar codes quickly brought up my total and with a tap of my credit card I was headed towards the door. There was another back-up there, as one harried clerk attempted to recheck receipts. Even without looking at what was purchased, her line was backed up. I wasn't having any of that shit. I walked past the line, and past the person doing the checks who didn't even look at me as I walked out. No security came running after as I made my escape from purgatory. I now know where I'm going when I die. It will be a Walmart store on Christmas eve. Every day of my afterlife will be spent as December 24th and I'm shopping in a Walmart. Like the 2014 movie Edge of Tomorrow. Maybe I should repent or something, go to church on Christmas. Once. Back outside, the wind has slowed, lessening the wind chill, so now it's like 3�, but now it's snowing in near white-out conditions. I made my way back to my Jeep, and just as I was closing the door, I thought I heard something again. I rolled the window down, and listened intently. There it was again, a voice, out in the quiet storm, "Help us! Please!" "Shit!" I yelled at my steering wheel. I couldn't even discern what direction it was coming from, but it forced me out of my car. Before getting out, I started it up, and put the heater on high. "Hello? I someone there?" I yelled. I heard the voice again, but without a direction. I suspected it was coming from the direction of the tent I had seen. I got back in the car and pulled slowly in that direction. I couldn't even see the blue tarp that covered the tent at this distance with all the snow, so I blindly followed the building, and calling out to whomever was out there. "Hello? Answer me. Where are you?" The disconnected words `here, help, tent, and please', found my ears and I slowly continued in that direction. I passed another car that had blocked my view of where the tent was located, but even this close I could barely make it out. The blue tarp was now white, the tent shrouded in snow. I parked with my Jeep's headlights illuminating the makeshift camp, and approached the tent. "I'm here. I'm going to open the tent. Is that, ok?" I certainly didn't need a surprised vagrant defending himself from an intruder. "C-c-come on in." The youthful sounding voice said from inside. I unzipped the door and the snow sticking to it fell inside the tent as the fabric opened. Inside was a sleeping bag, some chicken bones gnawed clean of their meat, some other trash associated with food recovered from a dumpster, a partial jug of water that had not yet had the chance to freeze, and a few items of clothing. The bag had a large lump in the middle. "Are you ok? Do you need some help?" A head peeked out of the top of the cheap slumber bag, festooned with a likeness of Spiderman. A bag only intended for indoor use, not outdoors in 15� temperatures. It was a child's eyes and nose that peered back at me. Their head in a stocking cap pulled down to their eyebrows, the bag held just below their nose. I couldn't tell if it was a boy or a girl, whoever it was, their eyes though, were captivating. "Please mister, I'm so cold, we're freezing," he said. Up this close, I could now tell it was a boy's voice. I crawled in the tent, ungloved a hand and felt his forehead, his face was cold to my touch. I have some military training in cold weather exposure, having been stationed in Alaska, but I haven't used it in the 10 years since I got out. I should have called 911 right then, this kid needed to get warm. Now. Instead I put my gloves back on and thrust my arms under the bag and his small body, but I discovered another lump within the bag. "What's in there with you?" I asked. "It's my brother. He was shivering, but now he's asleep. But I think he peed in his clothes." "Is he breathing?" I asked. "Ye-Yeah, I, I think so. I better check." His face disappeared down into the bag. "Yeah, kinda fast." "Ok, you're coming with me. Lay on your back and pull him up on top of you and hold him in the best bear hug you can. I'm gonna pick you both up sleeping bag and all." The boy complied with my directions. "Come on Charlie, you gotta get on top of me, a man's gonna help us." Charlie didn't respond that I could hear, and the boy managed to pull him into place. "Ok Mister, we're ready. I grabbed the bag and pulled them to the tent door, then out into the snow. Now able to stand I picked up the two children still in the bag. I carried the package to the tailgate of my Jeep. I laid the bag on the flat surface of the luggage area in the far back. "Don't try to get up, I'll have you home in a few minutes, you'll be warm there. "Our tent! We can't leave our tent!" he cried. Rather than fight over a simple tent, I ripped the tarp off, removed the poles, forming the dome collapsing them, and rolled the whole thing together. I threw it on the floor of the back seat. I put the jeep into 4-wheel drive. The snow was piling up and yet again, I was happy I switched to snow tires. ******************** The Bath ******************** In the time I was there, the SUV's heater had warmed the car, but I needed to get whoever was in the back, to my home. The warn air circulating inside the SUV brought the distinct smell of urine to my nose. Charlie most likely had peed in the sleeping bag, which means he's also wet as well as cold. A very dangerous combination. Home was only about 10 minutes away and I wasted no time getting there, but did so carefully with my two passengers not belted in a seat, just lying in the far back. Reaching home we pulled into the driveway and then the garage. I hit the remote to open the rear hatch to extract the kids. "We're here, let's get you inside and warmed up." "Charlie must be getting colder, he's shivering again." "No, that's not a bad thing, uh, what should I call you?" I asked. "Jordan," the older boy answered. "What do we call you?" "You can just call me Brandon," I replied. "As I was saying, Jordan, shivering isn't a bad thing, it means he's warming up some. Don't worry, we'll get you both cleaned up and warm." I scooped up the boys, Charlie still lying on top of Jordan and carried them inside. Jordan was becoming more lucid and talkative. On the way inside he told me, "Charlie peed again, this time it was on me, so now, I'm just as wet. "I couldn't set the boys down on any porous surface like a couch or a bed, or the urine would have soaked in immediately. So I carried them to the hall bath and set them directly in the tub. I removed my jacket and realized the front and arms were all wet with Charlie's pee. I tossed the jacket into the hall. I leaned over the boys, proceeding to unzip the bag. The stench of urine mixed with dirt and grime accosted my senses. I got the bag out from under them, and took it, and my jacket, out onto the patio, and I hurried back to the restroom. The sleeves of my shirt were soaked in piss as well, but they will be rinsed soon enough. The boys laid in the tub, fully clothed. It was almost a comical look, if it hadn't been so seriously dangerous, I'm not sure how much longer Charlie could have lasted, for sure, not long according to my training, he was in the second stage of three, that leads to death. My plan was to warm them slowly, you don't want to warm a hypothermia victim too quickly, and I would need to check them for frostbite. I removed the boy's shoes and socks, checking for signs of frozen skin. I turned on the water allowing it warm. While waiting, I checked their noses, ears and fingers for any sign of frostbite. Luckily, I found none. "Um, Jordan, you can let go of Charlie now, I need to get his clothes off. While I'm doing that, can you take yours off as well?" Jordan released his death grip on his brother allowing me to roll him on to his back next to his brother. He was unable to cooperate with me. He wasn't talking and seemed unaware of what was going on or what was happening to him, even though his eyes were open. That's not a good sign. While I removed Charlie's clothes, Jordan removed his own dropping them on the floor outside the tub. Pulling off Charlie's underpants, a cute 2" long soft penis was revealed. I gave it a quick once-over checking it for frostbite as well. When Jordan removed his undies, he exposed a similar 2" or maybe a little bit longer dick. Seeing Jordan's dick free, I asked permission and reached for it to inspect the skin for frostbit. Luckily, I found none. Having fondled their two tiny little cocks, brought my own dick to life. Memories of my childhood, when I learned the joys of the things my dick could do for me when I was just 9. It was a neighbor boy, Matt, who was my baby sitter, friend, and teacher. Over time, he took me through the various stages starting with simply rubbing my crotch over my clothes, then one day we played in the sprinkler in his back yard naked. That progressed to allowing me to run around naked in his house, something I enjoy to this day, but only when no one is around. Being naked, gave me easy access to my dick and I learned to play with it, even though I didn't know what I was doing at the time. Matt solved that by showing me how to properly masturbate. I will always remember that first time Matt stroked me to a climax. Talk about being addicted to something. Matt's next step was a complete surprise when one day, he took my dick in his mouth. That was the fastest I ever orgasmed, only took me about 10 seconds to my first one. On my 10th birthday he told me he had a special present for me. He slept over that night and brought me to new heights as he played with my butt, sticking a series of objects in there of increasing size, leading up to the ultimate, when he put his 15-year-old dick in me and fucked me into the next day. That morning, he lubed his butt and my dick, and let me fuck him. I got to orgasm 3 times that morning humping his ass. It was heaven. I loved Matt, and the things he taught me, till his parents sold their house and moved away. With a hard dick in my pants and two nude boys in my bathtub, I engaged the drain stopper allowing the tub to begin to fill with lukewarm water. It inched up the floor of the tub and began the slow climb up the sides of the boys. "Jordan, I want you to sit up against the back of the tub, and I'm going to move Charlie between your legs. I want you to keep him there with his head on your tummy and his arms over your legs. He's still not fully awake yet and he may be a little confused as he wakes up." I lifted Charlie from the tub and Jordan moved up against the back. I lowered Charlie to the floor of the tub where Jordan had spread his legs. I laid him back with Jordan's dick against the back of his neck. Seated that way, the two of them filled the tub from one end to the other. I turned the water volume higher to fill the tub faster, and I inched up the temperature a degree or two. When it reached a depth covering up to Charlie's chest and over Jordan's stomach, I turned the water off. To my hand, the water felt cold, but to Jordan at least, it felt comfortably warm. "Can I leave you guys alone for a couple minutes, so I can put your clothes in the wash?" I asked. "You're coming right back, aren't you? You're not leaving?" Jordan asked. "No, I'm not going anywhere. If you need me just yell, I'll be just on the other side of the kitchen in the laundry room. Can I go, or would you prefer I stay here?" "No it's ok, you can go, we'll be fine." I took their clothes to the laundry room and carefully went through their pockets. Their pants pockets contained tools useful to a homeless boy. Each had a pocket knife. Jordan had some aluminum foil folded up, some small zip-lock sandwich bags, and a pair of socks. Charlie had $2.17, and some string. "Mr. Brandon?" Jordan called from the tub and I hurried to see what was so urgent. "What is it, Jordan?" I asked. "I'm sorry, but I was afraid you left. I had to make sure." "That's ok, Jordan, I'm not going anywhere. I was checking your pockets before washing the clothes. You had $2.17 in your right pocket, everything from your pockets is on the kitchen table waiting for you. Can I go back and start the wash cycle? It'll only take a minute, I promise you." "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you. You can go start the machine. But come right back, please." "I'll only be a minute. I promise." Ok, it took me two minutes to pretreat their clothes and get the machine running. I went back to the bathroom, but stopped short in the hallway where I could see Jordan soothing his brother by running his hands over his face and head. "It's ok Charlie we're safe now, you can wake up." The display of brotherly love warmed my heart, and I had to smile at the boys. I walked on into the bathroom and kneeled at the side of the tub. Charlie, even in his confused state had an erection. His 2" had grown to 3" and was a miniature periscope, the head sticking above the water. "Is this natural, you did you help it out?" I asked, gently taking the head of his penis in my fingers. "I may have helped a little," Jordan admitted. "He likes it when I do that. I thought he might say something." "Sounds like you're a good brother," I replied releasing it and running my hand through the water for temperature. It had cooled so I turned the water back on to bring the temperature a few degrees higher than it was in the beginning. "How's that? Better?" "Yeah, that's better than before, it was getting cold." "I know. It was that temperature on purpose. You and your brother have hypothermia, you're doing ok, but Charlie is worse. We have to warm him slowly. We're going to be here for a while, slowly raising the temperature. Can I leave you two alone in here, I have a couple work things to take care of today. I won't be far, just in my office. Any change in Charlie and you call for me. Ok?" "Yes sir." "I appreciate your politeness, but you don't have to call me Sir, or Mister Anything. Please, just Brandon, anything else and you'll make me feel old, like my dad or grandfather." I went to the kitchen instead, and made a large mug of not hot, but very warm Hot Chocolate and took it to the bathroom. "I made you some hot coco. I know you're probably hungry, but you still need to warm up some first. This coco should do the trick. I added some more warm water to increase the tub's temperature. Then went to my office and tried to work. Instead I would find myself sneaking back down the hall to look into the bath. They couldn't see me, as they were facing the other direction. The first time, Jordan had pulled Charlie higher so he could reach his little dick and was stroking it, again, I assume. "Come on Charlie, you like this, I know you do. You gotta warm up so you can come back to me." Charlie's penis was stiff in Jordan's grip, but other than that, there was still no response. My cold weather exposure training only covered the possibility of the penis getting frostbite, not how it affected sexual function of a young boy. "Brandon?" Jordan called out. I was standing just outside the door, but didn't want Jordan to know that, so I stepped back towards my office before answering. "Yes Jordan, what do you need?" "Can you add some more warm water?" "Sure, be right there." By the time I `arrived' beside the bath, Charlie had been pushed back to his `proper' location. I adjusted the water temp and warmed the water a little more. "Who are you?" Charlie asked, as I fiddled with the water controls. "Hi Charlie, I'm Brandon. . ." "You're alright!" Jordan shrieked, hugging his head lying on his tummy. "I'm cold!" Charlie complained, but at least he wasn't shivering anymore and could talk with real words. "Here, have some of Jordan's coco," I said offering him the insulated mug. He took it in both hands and downed the remainder. I put more hot water in the tub. "Oh, that's better," Charlie said appreciatively, and started moving his arms and legs. "Let me go get you some more coco." I left for the kitchen, but out of sight I stopped to listen to Jordan fill Charlie in on what he had missed. I was pleased when I heard him say, "Don't worry about Brandon, he's a nice man. He got us out of our tent and brought us to his house." I returned several minutes later, with two mugs of coco, to find Charlie sitting on Jordan's crotch, his body rising and falling in a rhythmic pattern, his eyes closed enjoying the moment. Charlie, was obviously feeling much better. I carried the mugs in the room. "You're supposed to be in the water getting warm," I said setting the mugs on the tub's edge. Jordan said he could warm me up from the inside, but he hasn't cum yet. I'd be in the water if it was deeper." I had purposedly kept the level low while Charlie was near unconsciousness, I didn't want him to slip in and drown. That would be difficult to explain to the police. But now, with him recovering, the boy had a point and I filled the deep soaking tub as high as the overflow drain would allow. As the water flowed, I told them, "Don't stop fucking, just because I'm here. I used to do the same thing with a neighbor when I was about your age." Jordan looked a little guilty being caught. By the time the tub was full, Jordan's head was barely above the water line. Charlie, still impaled on Jordan's dick. The water on him was waist high. "I'm serious, you two can fuck each other all you want, you won't get any complaint from me, unless you make a mess on my furniture." Jordan gave a tentative thrust of his hips up, driving his penis into his brother deeper. Charlie got the idea and started up again using his legs to raise and lower himself on the dick in his ass. I used the opportunity to leave the bathroom. "Not too rough though, try not to let the water splash out on the floor." A few minutes later Jordan became very vocal indicating his very satisfying orgasm, and I assume an ejaculation based on his comment, "I'm gonna shoot in you. . . Here it comes!" I could hear water splashing about as they played in the tub. Then heard something to the effect of, "Ok, it's your turn." I went back in a minute later to warm the water and found Jordan on his hands and knees. This time they were both facing me and saw me at the same time. I stopped in the doorway and watched as Charlie finished soaping, then pushed his 3" rod through Jordan's anus. I knew what was going to happen, the motion Charlie used set up a wave effect in the tub and quickly, water was going over the side. I should have sent them to the bedroom, but instead, the curiosity in me, demanded I watch from the door. It was weird though, after the third wave broke over the side of the tub, splashing onto the floor, the adult in me won over. "Woah, guys! Too much motion. You're soaking the floor." I grabbed Charlie under his arms lifting him out of his brother's ass and on to my hip with my arm under his butt. "Jordan, you stay right where you are." I took Charlie to the guest room, tickling him unmercifully on his sides and under arms. He giggled loudly all the way to the bedroom. I had to stop to pull he covers back, then dumped the wet Charlie in the bed. I returned to the bath and Jordan had done exactly as I said, he was waiting on all fours. Kneeling in the water. An arm under his chest, and I scooped him out. He too dripped all the way to the guest room. When we arrived, Charlie threw back the covers to welcome his brother. I set him down, specificity in the exact position he was in the tub. Charlie didn't hesitate and was quickly behind Jordan again and put his still soap-slickened dick back in his brother. I turned to the bedside table and turned on the electric blanket. "When you're done, both of you under the covers." I opened the table drawer and took out the tube of personal lubricant. "Here, in the future, use this instead of soap, it works better and tastes a whole lot better." I went back to the bathroom for damage control. I laid several towels on the floor to soak up the splashed water. "That's it Charlie, fuck me," I heard Jordan say as the bed creaked and the other sounds of sex came down the hall. I just shook my head and fondly remembered the times I had Matt in my ass and vice versa. I waited for them to finish before I went back in the bedroom. They were both lying under the blankets, sound asleep. Charlie on his back, Jordan on his side with an arm protectively over his brother. They needed sleep after their trauma, and I left them alone. ******************** Boys will be Boys ******************** After being productive on my current work assignment from my home office for a couple hours, I went back to wake the boys for lunch. They were both still sound sleep, and I brought them back to the land of the living by rubbing their chests and tummies with my open hand. I was surprised at how exceptionally smooth their bodies were, and just touching them made my dick hard. Their eyes fluttered open and smiles appeared on their lips. "Hi," I said, "anyone hungry?" I checked them both with my digital forehead thermometer. Charlie's temperature was low at 97.4, but that would soon correct itself. "Come on into the kitchen, but first, stop in the bathroom and brush your hair." While they slept, their hair dried providing them with a serious case of unrulily bed-hair. I stopped at the bathroom and moved the brush where they could find it. The tomato soup was warm, and the grilled cheese sandwiches were ready to be fried. I only had to wait for the boys to get up and join me. I put out glasses of milk, and a plate of sliced apples. They didn't take long and soon arrived for their late lunch - completely naked. I wasn't sure what they would do, I somewhat expected them to get towels from the bathroom, I guess. But you gotta give me a pass on this, this is my first time for hosting children in my home. "Oh, shit," I exclaimed. "I forgot all about your clothes, they're still in the washing machine." I hurried to the laundry room only to find the machine had stopped mid-wash when the spin cycle got out of balance. I redistributed the clothes and started it back up. The washing wouldn't be done for another 22 minutes according to the timer. "Your clothes aren't even washed yet, the machine crapped out mid-cycle. They won't be dry for almost an hour. What would you like to wear till they're ready?" I had seen each of their dicks when they were in the tub, but this was the first time getting a good look at them for a side-by-side comparison. Jordan was similar in diameter to Charlie, maybe a skosh bigger than Charlie and maybe ⅜" longer. I glanced at them as quickly as I could to complete the comparison, then quickly looked elsewhere. "If it's ok with you, can we just have some lunch first? We're really hungry." Jordan asked. "Yeah, sure. Have a seat at the table." They surprised me, willing to stay naked for lunch. I turned on the burner under the skillet and increased the heat under the soup. The boys were seated and eating the apple slices already. My kitchen table has a fashionable, glass-top. I never envisioned that I would have naked children sitting across from me. When I looked at my plate, I couldn't help but see their little dicks through the glass. Jordan's dick, was easiest to see as he was sitting across from me, but I could easily glance to the side of my plate and see Charlie's dick as well. I struggled trying to keep my eyes above the table top. My mind again wandered back to my mentor Matt when I was their age. Me and Matt spent a lot of time naked together. We used every opportunity to go without clothes, his house, this very house, the clearing out in the woods near us. Matt babysat me one weekend and we were naked from Friday evening till my parents pulled into the driveway Sunday night! Of course we weren't just naked, we were either sucking each other or fucking, depending on the circumstances. After trying not to look for several minutes, and failing a few times, I spotted Jordan's hand moving under the table. It slowly moved to his thigh, then his fingers reached out and took hold of his dick. He stroked it slowly with his thumb and two fingers. It grew in diameter a bit and about an inch longer. It was pointed straight at me. I stared the whole time. I'm pretty sure Jordan new I was watching him and he put on the show just for me. I noticed Jordan glancing over at his brother several times before his hand did the same thing, producing another erection I watched grow in profile. Both boys had perfect early-puberty erect penises in their laps. Jordan's was slightly more mature, being marginally larger in length and girth, and with light hair sprouting from his pubis, and underarms. God, how they reminded me of Matt, but his pubes were much thicker. But then he was 15 when I was 10. We sat almost in silence with just spoons clinking against bowls and other sounds of consuming food. "What's going to happen to us," Charlie asked. "That's a good question Charlie, and I don't have an answer. You're the first kids I've ever picked up at Walmart and they didn't even give me a receipt," I joked. "I don't know what protocol is for abandoned children." "Whatever protocol means, we ain't going back to that fucking foster home." Jordan spat out. "Ok, no foster homes, I got it, I guess." "Can we just stay with you?" Charlie asked. "That's not the way the law works. You gotta stay with someone who will be responsible for you and is approved by the courts and shit." "If the law says we gotta go back to the last place, we're just gonna run away again. That's a promise!" Jordan declared in no uncertain terms." "Can I have another sandwich and some more soup?" Charlie asked. "Me too, if you have enough," Jordan added. "There is more soup, and I can make more sandwiches, they're easy" I said and stood up. The hard-on in my pants become obvious and both boys looked straight at my crotch. It was only fair, I've been staring that their naked dicks all through lunch. I made more grilled cheese sandwiches, and refilled their soup, they finished the seconds as well. I checked their forehead temperatures, 98.4 and 98.2. Good enough. Just call me Doctor Brandon. The washing machine made its happy sounds indicating it completed the wash cycle and I transferred the clothes to the dryer. I went to the bathroom retrieving the sopping wet towels from where the boys splashed the water out of the tub, and put them in to wash. At least the floor of the bathroom is now clean. While I was doing that, the boys found my video gaming system. In the menu they found beta versions of games that our group was working on, each of us, beta tests for the other programmers. I have many regular games too and we don't pay for any of this, in fact, we're paid to play it. They found a game they knew and were sitting naked on the couch, leg-to-leg, battling demons from the underworld. This time I heard the happy sounds from the dryer, and went back to remove the boy's clothes and put the towels in. I was enjoying their nudity, so I just put their dry clothes in the laundry basket, just to see how long it would take for them to get dressed. I rejoined the boys and just enjoyed watching them play their game. I sat where I could see the TV and watch the boys with a turn of my head. Watching Jordan, was fun, he played with great intensity. And when that intensity got fast and furious, he'd get an erection. They played the rest of the afternoon and eventually I got up to make dinner. After a full afternoon of video games I called the boys to dinner. It was a simple meal, meat loaf, mashed potatoes, and mixed vegetables. As they entered the kitchen still nude and made no attempt to ask about their clothes, I offered, "Would you like to get dressed? Your clothes are dry." "Do we have to?" Charlie asked. "Yeah, it's fun here. Kinda like at Uncle Matt's house." Jordan added. Ok, I made my good faith offer, they turned it down. "No I guess not. It you want them they're here in the laundry basket. After dinner I'll put them in the guest room, where you had your nap." The boys sat at the same places they did at lunch and I served the three plates I'd made up. "Wow, this looks really good. Better than that shitty oatmeal they gave us at the foster place." "You don't like oatmeal?" "Yeah, it's ok, but not every night for dinner," Jordan spat. "So, boys, time to tell me about yourselves. Where are your parents?" I asked sitting down. "We don't have a dad, and Mom died in June." Jordan explained. "I'm so sorry, how did she die?" I asked. "She got hurt at work and the doctors put her on Oxycodone. She got addicted and got some bad pills called fentanyl. She took one dose, went to bed, and didn't wake up in the morning." Jordan explained. "I see, that's very tragic. So that also explains why you were in foster care. Don't you have any other relatives? Grandparents or anyone? Who's this Uncle Matt you mentioned?" "We used to have an Uncle Matt, but no grandparents or cousins or anything." "What happened to Uncle Matt?" "We used to spend a lot of time at his house. But one day, our mom told us he had a heart arrack and died. "Oh, I'm sorry, was he close to you? "Yeah, Uncle Matt was a lot of fun, he let us hang out at his house naked." "Oh, so that's why you're so comfortable here, naked with me?" "Yeah, he said we had to keep it a secret from our mom though, but then he died." "Did you at least get to attend his funeral?" I asked. "No, mom said there wasn't a funeral or even a burial service. She said the county buried him." "What else did you do at Uncle Matt's?" "We played a lot of video games there, he was really good. Had a set-up kinda like yours. He had on-line friends he played with all the time." "Do anything else?" I asked. "Well, we did some other stuff, but he made us swear never to tell anyone." Jordan explained. "Does it matter anymore, now that he's dead?" "Yeah, you're probably right, it doesn't matter. He taught us how to play with our dicks, and we had some sexy games we played." "So, I'm assuming you masturbated, sucked, and fucked each other?" "How did you know that?" Charlie asked "Those kinds of games aren't all that uncommon. Boys have been doing that to each other since the beginning of mankind. Where did you live at that time?" "We were in Lockport, Uncle Matt was in South Lockport." Jordan replied "Oh, that's just north of here. When was all this?" "Well, Uncle Matt died right after we stayed at his house over Thanksgiving weekend last year." Jordan continued. My mind once again drifted to my friend Matt and the things we did together. Their Uncle Matt did the same things with them. "Did Uncle Matt have a screen name for gaming that you remember?" I asked. "Yeah, `SouthLockport'" Charlie remembered. This is a small world. I've played on line against SouthLockport, but it's been a long time. "The calendar app on my phone alarm sounded, reminding me I had a party to attend at my co-worker's house in Pine Hill. I looked at my phone and through the glass top at the crotches of the two naked boys across the table from me. No way am I going to this party. The Buffalo area is getting dumped on, snow wise, making getting there or home at midnight a crapshoot, I also simply didn't want to go, not willing to leave these beautiful boys alone. As I was deciding what to text the party host, her message came through. `Driving banned, streets blocked. Party cancelled. CU@work. I sent back `later, sorry about your party'. I stayed home with the boys. "Can we have a fire in the fireplace?" Charlie asked. "Sure, but you have to help me bring in some wood first." I required. "Yeah! Alright!" I led the way to the patio where the split wood was stacked. Gotta give the boys credit, they went out into the 7� temperature, took the wood I handed them, then ran back inside. The initial fire lay was already in the fireplace, and I lit it with the igniter. Flames jumped up and I added the larger pieces we'd brought in. I took a seat on the couch hoping they would sit with me. The boys grabbed their controllers. "It was really cold outside. I got the chills. Can I sit in your lap to get warm?" On, my lap, naked? Oh hell yeah! "Sure. Sit right here," indicating that he should straddle my right leg. Charlie was right next to him and I wanted to leave room for him if he wanted some close contact. "Can I sit there too?" Charlie asked. "Sure Charlie, I saved a place just for you. Climb on up here, next to your brother." Both thighs now had a naked butt perched atop them. Both of my femurs were nestled in the gluteal crease of their butts. Two anuses were touching my pants covering my thighs. My brain created an image of me with both sitting on me, except in it I was naked too, and my John Holmes dream dick was sticking up between them. I wrapped my arms around their waists, resting my hand near their belly buttons. They restarted their game where they left off, and quickly reentered the world of the game. I wiggled my middle fingers, each seeking entrance to their belly buttons. Charlie is the more ticklish of the two and he was giggling and squirming and my finger tried to work its way in while still trying to play the game. "My dick is cold from being outside," Jordan declared. He grabbed my wrist of the hand attempting to tickle his belly, and moved my hand so my palm covered his dick and my fingers extended down over his tight scrotum. "You can hold that till I warm up." That was an easy request to fulfil. My palm held his penis over his scrotum and my fingers closed over his balls. His dick was cold against my skin, but that didn't last long as it filled with blood and grew its inch in length, but I could still hold his junk firmly in my hand. Charlie, I'm learning, is a follower, allowing his brother to lead, and he going with the flow. "Mine too," he said, and he moved my left hand to cover his dick. I gathered up his junk and gave him a firm squeeze. His penis followed suit becoming erect in my grasp. My dick responded too. It had been lying down over my scrotum. Not where I would have preferred it while becoming the 6" version of itself. It lengthened but reached an impasse in my underwear. As it continued to harden, it kinda folded itself. It was an uncomfortable position to be in and I tried moving as much as I could with two boys in my lap, but got nowhere with it. Finally, Jordan can to my rescue. He reached down and with a simple adjustment, had my dick freed, lying on my abdomen fully hard and throbbing. He went back to his game as if he had not even touched me. "Lean back on me a bit," I told the boys, and they leaned into my chest, I pressed my butt forward slouching down into the couch, like a recliner, without owning a recliner. I would squeeze or pull on their little packages every so often, just to remind them I was still holding them, I would feel their little dicks reharden again. That was how we stayed till about 8:30 when I asked, "Anyone want some pumpkin pie with whipped cream?" "Yeah," came the simultaneous replies and both boys sat up and simply pulled away from my hand, leaving them empty. They were both still erect as they pulled away, but by the time we reached the kitchen, they were back to their original unaroused sizes. I got out the pie I intended to have as part of my Christmas dinner, cut three small slices, warmed them in the microwave and buried them in canned whipped cream. The boys sat at the table and nibbled at their pie, savoring each bite. Their faces contorting in absolute pleasure. One yawned, then the other. "Bedtime?" I asked. Both nodded their agreement. "Finish your pie, and I'll tuck you in." they finished using their forks, then licked their plates clean. I picked up their laundry and escorted them to their bedroom. I dropped their clothes, everything they owned in this world, on the footboard bench, then directed them to the bathroom. "You need to brush your teeth before you go to bed." I pulled out two new brushes and put paste on them, and watched my nudists brush. I made them go the whole two minutes before spiting in the sink. "Ok, to bed," and I swatted their bare behinds lightly they ran from the bath to the bedroom, diving onto the queen bed then burrowing under the thick covers. I tucked the covers under them thinking that perhaps no one had ever done this for them. How sad that would be if it were true. I sat beside Charlie after tucking him in. "When we used to hang out with Uncle Matt, he was naked too. Are you ever going to be naked with us?" Jordan asked. "I don't know Jordan, while I sleep naked, I've only been naked around the house when no one else was around. It might be difficult for me with you guys here." "You mean you'd be hard all the time. Uncle Matt was hard a lot when he was naked." Charlie offered. "Yeah, we know what a hard dick looks like, yours wouldn't be the first." Jordan added. "Can I have a kiss?" Charlie asked. "Sure." I leaned over his and moved in, his face moved to meet mine and our lips met ever so briefly. "Good night, Charlie." "Me too," Jordan requested, and I repeated the procedure on the other side of the bed. "Good night, Jordan." "Good night, Brandon, and thank you." I turned away quickly; I didn't want him to see my tears. "I'll turn off the light in here, but I'll leave the hallway light on all night. How could such good kids, get such a shitty hand dealt to them. I went back to my office and put in a few more hours of work to justify my paycheck for the day, then went to bed at 1:00 a.m. It was 6� outside with 33 mph winds. -17 with the wind chill. According to the National Weather Service, Buffalo got 22.3" of snow Friday, breaking the record for most snowfall in a day.
<div id="readability-content"><h1>Bomb Cyclone Christmas Miracle Chapter 1</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"><div> <p>Hi, <a href="mailto:[email protected]"><i><span>[email protected]</span></i></a> here, I'd love to hear from you once you've read my story.</p> <p><a name="_Hlk105925108">This completed story contains 25,024 words in 4 chapters. According to Google, most adult paperback novels contain about 95,000 words. I have finally managed to write my second short story.</a></p> <p>This is the shortest time in which I have ever written a complete story, but things were time-sensitive, the Bomb Cyclone really did happen and sadly several people in the Buffalo Area lost their lives.</p> <p>Nifty depends on donations to survive, please consider how many stories you've read here and how many hours of mental enjoyment and moments of physical nirvana, that has brought you. That must to be worth something. Please join me by becoming a monthly recurring donor. It's like subscribing to Netflix or Amazon Prime, except you determine how much to donate. Help keep erotic literature free: <a href="http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html">http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html</a>.</p> <p>This work � by The_Curmudgeon, January 2023.</p> <p>********************</p> <h2>Chapter 1 � Friday Dec 23</h2> <h3><span>Walmart</span></h3> <p>********************</p> <p>Characters:<br> <b>Jordan</b>, age 13. Homeless big brother of Charlie.<br> <b>Charlie,</b> age 12. Homeless little brother to Jordan.<br> <b>Brandon</b>, age 29. Game coder for a small company of independent contractors. Our Hero.<br> <b>Matt</b>, age 34, but is just a memory of a boy of 15 in Brandon's head who taught him about sex.<br> <b>Uncle Matt</b>, age unknown, Jordan and Charlie's Uncle on their mother's side.</p> <p>********************</p> <p><a name="_Hlk123984404"><i>From the Official Weather Service storm summary report:</i></a></p> <p>As had been expected, weather conditions quickly deteriorated early Friday morning as this winter storm rolled in. Temperatures plummeted from 37� to 19� in 4 hours, rain changed to snow and blizzard conditions set in across the Buffalo area. Travel bans were put in place, the Buffalo Airport closed and power outages started to pop up.</p> <p>Tropical storm force wind gusts were recorded across Western New York with a top gust of 79 mph. By midday, roads across Buffalo were covered in snow and conditions were becoming dangerous. </p> <p>This lake effect band pummeled the city and surrounding neighborhoods Friday. Almost two feet of snow was on the ground by Friday night at the Buffalo Airport with the heaviest and most dangerous of conditions setting in for the long night ahead. A new daily snowfall record was set on December 23rd in Buffalo with 22.3 inches of snow falling at the Buffalo Airport that day.</p> <p>********************</p> <p>It was raining early in the morning. Then it got cold fast. The weather guy on television had been warning us about another bomb cyclone, headed our way. These are not rare events here in Harris Hill, NY, but this was gonna be a big one, covering much of the country. These bring fridged temperatures down into the United States directly from the artic circle. To locate Harris Hill, draw a line extending the main runway of Buffalo Niagara International Airport to northeast, it would hit Harris Hill in 1.5 miles.</p> <p>Timing for the bad weather was lousy too. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve day, making today Friday, December 23, 2022. My problem was that I hadn't finished my Christmas shopping yet. This thing is gonna screw with everyone's Christmas travel plans. Not mine though, my parents retired, and live on the cheap in Costa Rica, so I have nowhere to be. Although a visit to Costa Rica is sounding pretty good about now.</p> <p>So, I'm playing hooky from work today. I told my boss I was working from home. Instead, I bundled myself up in my thickest clothes and my ski jacket, and headed to the Walmart Supercenter.</p> <p>Don't ever go to Walmart this close to Christmas, it's a fuckin' zoo. Too many people like myself, too many kids, way too many cars.</p> <p>I had trouble finding a parking spot, the lot was so full, but my persistence paid off, and I was rewarded when an employee pulled out of a spot, up against the side of the building.</p> <p>I was so grateful, I even rolled my window down, and yelled, "Merry Christmas, thank you!" The dude waved and smiled back at me. He was happy, his shift was over and on his way home. He was probably one of those guy who work through the night stocking shelves, cause he was leaving at 10:00 a.m. </p> <p>I took his spot and put on my stocking hat for the trek into the store. Exiting my Jeep, the 20� air driven by 30 mph wind hit me square in the face, making my eyes water.</p> <p>Further down the side of the store, was a lone tent in a corner formed by an 8-foot chain-link fence with wood slats and the side of the building.</p> <p>Homelessness has caused an increase of tents popping up in parks and other public places, usually in small groups or little communities. They have migrated out of the downtown Buffalo area into the suburbs. One of our local parks has several motor homes that only move when threatened, only to return the next day. This tent, no doubt, was just another example.</p> <p>The tent was an inexpensive dome type, with a small plastic blue tarp over the top, which was held in place by rocks. Except for one corner that had come loose and was flapping in the stiff wind. As I hurried off to the entrance, I barely gave it a second thought, till I heard what sounded like the meow of a cat, and I turned to the direction of the cry. Staring into the stiff wind, I heard the sound again. It was indistinguishable this time, and I hurried on into the store.</p> <p>Have I mentioned how stupid it is to go into a Walmart on Christmas Eve day? Well, it is, don't do if you enjoy your sanity. I was jostled and pushed around from the moment I entered. I was shopping for some office co-workers type gifts, thank god, not toys. I'd rather slit my wrists than venture into the toy department.</p> <p>My office, likes to hold a Christmas party at one of their homes. Most of my co-workers are like myself, single, unattached loners and enjoy the diversion of a party after the last working day before Christmas. In our work hours, we're independent contractors working in the video gaming industry. It not like we're game developers, we're coders, writing the extensive computer instructions that result in blood splattering across the games' screen. We are the ones who don't get the credit for our work, but we do make a decent wage, especially if we are willing to work overtime. We can also frequently work from home, since each of us works independently from the others.</p> <p>Rather than attempt to push a cart through a mass of humanity, I elected to use a cloth shopping bag we are now all forced to bring with us. I felt like a sheep as I moved along with the crowd to the area of the store I needed, that was between the entrance and the toy department. My exit from the flock was coming up, and I worked my way out of the drove, stepping into a side aisle. Thankfully, not that many shoppers are in the home goods section. I selected crap that could be useful, however unlikely that scenario may be, but that could also easily be re-gifted.</p> <p>My next living hell was at check-out. The line for the self-service cluster of registers was down the main aisle that separates the grocery from the rest of the store. Every register that was maned, had equally long lines. But tonight, the gods smiled on me. As I passed the one closed register, I heard a voice, "Next customer, please." I became the first in line at the newly opened register. </p> <p>With 8 items, I was through in a flash, in comparison to those who had carts that were overflowing with last minute gifts or those stockpiling because of the storm. My bar codes quickly brought up my total and with a tap of my credit card I was headed towards the door. There was another back-up there, as one harried clerk attempted to recheck receipts. Even without looking at what was purchased, her line was backed up. I wasn't having any of that shit. I walked past the line, and past the person doing the checks who didn't even look at me as I walked out. No security came running after as I made my escape from purgatory.</p> <p>I now know where I'm going when I die. It will be a Walmart store on Christmas eve. Every day of my afterlife will be spent as December 24th and I'm shopping in a Walmart. Like the 2014 movie <u>Edge of Tomorrow.</u> Maybe I should repent or something, go to church on Christmas. Once.</p> <p>Back outside, the wind has slowed, lessening the wind chill, so now it's like 3�, but now it's snowing in near white-out conditions.</p> <p>I made my way back to my Jeep, and just as I was closing the door, I thought I heard something again. I rolled the window down, and listened intently. There it was again, a voice, out in the quiet storm, "Help us! Please!"</p> <p>"Shit!" I yelled at my steering wheel. I couldn't even discern what direction it was coming from, but it forced me out of my car. Before getting out, I started it up, and put the heater on high.</p> <p>"Hello? I someone there?" I yelled. </p> <p>I heard the voice again, but without a direction. I suspected it was coming from the direction of the tent I had seen. I got back in the car and pulled slowly in that direction. I couldn't even see the blue tarp that covered the tent at this distance with all the snow, so I blindly followed the building, and calling out to whomever was out there. "Hello? Answer me. Where are you?"</p> <p>The disconnected words `here, help, tent, and please', found my ears and I slowly continued in that direction. I passed another car that had blocked my view of where the tent was located, but even this close I could barely make it out. The blue tarp was now white, the tent shrouded in snow. I parked with my Jeep's headlights illuminating the makeshift camp, and approached the tent.</p> <p>"I'm here. I'm going to open the tent. Is that, ok?" I certainly didn't need a surprised vagrant defending himself from an intruder. </p> <p>"C-c-come on in." The youthful sounding voice said from inside.</p> <p>I unzipped the door and the snow sticking to it fell inside the tent as the fabric opened.</p> <p>Inside was a sleeping bag, some chicken bones gnawed clean of their meat, some other trash associated with food recovered from a dumpster, a partial jug of water that had not yet had the chance to freeze, and a few items of clothing. The bag had a large lump in the middle. "Are you ok? Do you need some help?"</p> <p>A head peeked out of the top of the cheap slumber bag, festooned with a likeness of Spiderman. A bag only intended for indoor use, not outdoors in 15� temperatures.</p> <p>It was a child's eyes and nose that peered back at me. Their head in a stocking cap pulled down to their eyebrows, the bag held just below their nose. I couldn't tell if it was a boy or a girl, whoever it was, their eyes though, were captivating.</p> <p>"Please mister, I'm so cold, we're freezing," he said. Up this close, I could now tell it was a boy's voice. I crawled in the tent, ungloved a hand and felt his forehead, his face was cold to my touch. </p> <p>I have some military training in cold weather exposure, having been stationed in Alaska, but I haven't used it in the 10 years since I got out. I should have called 911 right then, this kid needed to get warm. Now. Instead I put my gloves back on and thrust my arms under the bag and his small body, but I discovered another lump within the bag. "What's in there with you?" I asked.</p> <p>"It's my brother. He was shivering, but now he's asleep. But I think he peed in his clothes."</p> <p>"Is he breathing?" I asked.</p> <p>"Ye-Yeah, I, I think so. I better check." His face disappeared down into the bag. "Yeah, kinda fast."</p> <p>"Ok, you're coming with me. Lay on your back and pull him up on top of you and hold him in the best bear hug you can. I'm gonna pick you both up sleeping bag and all."</p> <p>The boy complied with my directions. "Come on Charlie, you gotta get on top of me, a man's gonna help us." Charlie didn't respond that I could hear, and the boy managed to pull him into place. "Ok Mister, we're ready. </p> <p>I grabbed the bag and pulled them to the tent door, then out into the snow. Now able to stand I picked up the two children still in the bag. I carried the package to the tailgate of my Jeep. I laid the bag on the flat surface of the luggage area in the far back. "Don't try to get up, I'll have you home in a few minutes, you'll be warm there.</p> <p>"Our tent! We can't leave our tent!" he cried. Rather than fight over a simple tent, I ripped the tarp off, removed the poles, forming the dome collapsing them, and rolled the whole thing together. I threw it on the floor of the back seat.</p> <p>I put the jeep into 4-wheel drive. The snow was piling up and yet again, I was happy I switched to snow tires.<br clear="all"> </p> <p>********************</p> <h3><span>The Bath</span></h3> <p>********************</p> <p>In the time I was there, the SUV's heater had warmed the car, but I needed to get whoever was in the back, to my home. The warn air circulating inside the SUV brought the distinct smell of urine to my nose. Charlie most likely had peed in the sleeping bag, which means he's also wet as well as cold. A very dangerous combination.</p> <p>Home was only about 10 minutes away and I wasted no time getting there, but did so carefully with my two passengers not belted in a seat, just lying in the far back. Reaching home we pulled into the driveway and then the garage. I hit the remote to open the rear hatch to extract the kids.</p> <p>"We're here, let's get you inside and warmed up."</p> <p>"Charlie must be getting colder, he's shivering again."</p> <p>"No, that's not a bad thing, uh, what should I call you?" I asked.</p> <p>"Jordan," the older boy answered. "What do we call you?"</p> <p>"You can just call me Brandon," I replied. "As I was saying, Jordan, shivering isn't a bad thing, it means he's warming up some. Don't worry, we'll get you both cleaned up and warm."</p> <p>I scooped up the boys, Charlie still lying on top of Jordan and carried them inside. Jordan was becoming more lucid and talkative. On the way inside he told me, "Charlie peed again, this time it was on me, so now, I'm just as wet. </p> <p>"I couldn't set the boys down on any porous surface like a couch or a bed, or the urine would have soaked in immediately. So I carried them to the hall bath and set them directly in the tub. I removed my jacket and realized the front and arms were all wet with Charlie's pee. I tossed the jacket into the hall. I leaned over the boys, proceeding to unzip the bag. The stench of urine mixed with dirt and grime accosted my senses. I got the bag out from under them, and took it, and my jacket, out onto the patio, and I hurried back to the restroom. The sleeves of my shirt were soaked in piss as well, but they will be rinsed soon enough. The boys laid in the tub, fully clothed. It was almost a comical look, if it hadn't been so seriously dangerous, I'm not sure how much longer Charlie could have lasted, for sure, not long according to my training, he was in the second stage of three, that leads to death. </p> <p>My plan was to warm them slowly, you don't want to warm a hypothermia victim too quickly, and I would need to check them for frostbite. </p> <p>I removed the boy's shoes and socks, checking for signs of frozen skin. I turned on the water allowing it warm. While waiting, I checked their noses, ears and fingers for any sign of frostbite. Luckily, I found none. "Um, Jordan, you can let go of Charlie now, I need to get his clothes off. While I'm doing that, can you take yours off as well?"</p> <p>Jordan released his death grip on his brother allowing me to roll him on to his back next to his brother. He was unable to cooperate with me. He wasn't talking and seemed unaware of what was going on or what was happening to him, even though his eyes were open. That's not a good sign. While I removed Charlie's clothes, Jordan removed his own dropping them on the floor outside the tub. Pulling off Charlie's underpants, a cute 2" long soft penis was revealed. I gave it a quick once-over checking it for frostbite as well. When Jordan removed his undies, he exposed a similar 2" or maybe a little bit longer dick.</p> <p>Seeing Jordan's dick free, I asked permission and reached for it to inspect the skin for frostbit. Luckily, I found none. Having fondled their two tiny little cocks, brought my own dick to life. Memories of my childhood, when I learned the joys of the things my dick could do for me when I was just 9. It was a neighbor boy, Matt, who was my baby sitter, friend, and teacher. Over time, he took me through the various stages starting with simply rubbing my crotch over my clothes, then one day we played in the sprinkler in his back yard naked. That progressed to allowing me to run around naked in his house, something I enjoy to this day, but only when no one is around. </p> <p>Being naked, gave me easy access to my dick and I learned to play with it, even though I didn't know what I was doing at the time. Matt solved that by showing me how to properly masturbate. I will always remember that first time Matt stroked me to a climax. Talk about being addicted to something.</p> <p>Matt's next step was a complete surprise when one day, he took my dick in his mouth. That was the fastest I ever orgasmed, only took me about 10 seconds to my first one. On my 10<sup>th</sup> birthday he told me he had a special present for me. He slept over that night and brought me to new heights as he played with my butt, sticking a series of objects in there of increasing size, leading up to the ultimate, when he put his 15-year-old dick in me and fucked me into the next day. That morning, he lubed his butt and my dick, and let me fuck him. I got to orgasm 3 times that morning humping his ass. It was heaven.</p> <p>I loved Matt, and the things he taught me, till his parents sold their house and moved away.</p> <p>With a hard dick in my pants and two nude boys in my bathtub, I engaged the drain stopper allowing the tub to begin to fill with lukewarm water. It inched up the floor of the tub and began the slow climb up the sides of the boys.</p> <p>"Jordan, I want you to sit up against the back of the tub, and I'm going to move Charlie between your legs. I want you to keep him there with his head on your tummy and his arms over your legs. He's still not fully awake yet and he may be a little confused as he wakes up."</p> <p>I lifted Charlie from the tub and Jordan moved up against the back. I lowered Charlie to the floor of the tub where Jordan had spread his legs. I laid him back with Jordan's dick against the back of his neck. Seated that way, the two of them filled the tub from one end to the other. I turned the water volume higher to fill the tub faster, and I inched up the temperature a degree or two. When it reached a depth covering up to Charlie's chest and over Jordan's stomach, I turned the water off. </p> <p>To my hand, the water felt cold, but to Jordan at least, it felt comfortably warm. "Can I leave you guys alone for a couple minutes, so I can put your clothes in the wash?" I asked.</p> <p>"You're coming right back, aren't you? You're not leaving?" Jordan asked.</p> <p>"No, I'm not going anywhere. If you need me just yell, I'll be just on the other side of the kitchen in the laundry room. Can I go, or would you prefer I stay here?" </p> <p>"No it's ok, you can go, we'll be fine."</p> <p>I took their clothes to the laundry room and carefully went through their pockets. Their pants pockets contained tools useful to a homeless boy. Each had a pocket knife. Jordan had some aluminum foil folded up, some small zip-lock sandwich bags, and a pair of socks. Charlie had $2.17, and some string.</p> <p>"Mr. Brandon?" Jordan called from the tub and I hurried to see what was so urgent. "What is it, Jordan?" I asked.</p> <p>"I'm sorry, but I was afraid you left. I had to make sure."</p> <p>"That's ok, Jordan, I'm not going anywhere. I was checking your pockets before washing the clothes. You had $2.17 in your right pocket, everything from your pockets is on the kitchen table waiting for you. Can I go back and start the wash cycle? It'll only take a minute, I promise you."</p> <p>"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you. You can go start the machine. But come right back, please."</p> <p>"I'll only be a minute. I promise."</p> <p>Ok, it took me two minutes to pretreat their clothes and get the machine running. I went back to the bathroom, but stopped short in the hallway where I could see Jordan soothing his brother by running his hands over his face and head. "It's ok Charlie we're safe now, you can wake up." The display of brotherly love warmed my heart, and I had to smile at the boys. </p> <p>I walked on into the bathroom and kneeled at the side of the tub. Charlie, even in his confused state had an erection. His 2" had grown to 3" and was a miniature periscope, the head sticking above the water. "Is this natural, you did you help it out?" I asked, gently taking the head of his penis in my fingers.</p> <p>"I may have helped a little," Jordan admitted. "He likes it when I do that. I thought he might say something."</p> <p>"Sounds like you're a good brother," I replied releasing it and running my hand through the water for temperature. It had cooled so I turned the water back on to bring the temperature a few degrees higher than it was in the beginning. "How's that? Better?"</p> <p>"Yeah, that's better than before, it was getting cold."</p> <p>"I know. It was that temperature on purpose. You and your brother have hypothermia, you're doing ok, but Charlie is worse. We have to warm him slowly. We're going to be here for a while, slowly raising the temperature. Can I leave you two alone in here, I have a couple work things to take care of today. I won't be far, just in my office. Any change in Charlie and you call for me. Ok?"</p> <p>"Yes sir."</p> <p>"I appreciate your politeness, but you don't have to call me Sir, or Mister Anything. Please, just Brandon, anything else and you'll make me feel old, like my dad or grandfather."</p> <p>I went to the kitchen instead, and made a large mug of not hot, but very warm Hot Chocolate and took it to the bathroom. "I made you some hot coco. I know you're probably hungry, but you still need to warm up some first. This coco should do the trick. I added some more warm water to increase the tub's temperature. Then went to my office and tried to work.</p> <p>Instead I would find myself sneaking back down the hall to look into the bath. They couldn't see me, as they were facing the other direction. </p> <p>The first time, Jordan had pulled Charlie higher so he could reach his little dick and was stroking it, again, I assume. "Come on Charlie, you like this, I know you do. You gotta warm up so you can come back to me." Charlie's penis was stiff in Jordan's grip, but other than that, there was still no response. My cold weather exposure training only covered the possibility of the penis getting frostbite, not how it affected sexual function of a young boy. </p> <p>"Brandon?" Jordan called out. I was standing just outside the door, but didn't want Jordan to know that, so I stepped back towards my office before answering. </p> <p>"Yes Jordan, what do you need?"</p> <p>"Can you add some more warm water?"</p> <p>"Sure, be right there." By the time I `arrived' beside the bath, Charlie had been pushed back to his `proper' location. I adjusted the water temp and warmed the water a little more. </p> <p>"Who are you?" Charlie asked, as I fiddled with the water controls.</p> <p>"Hi Charlie, I'm Brandon. . ."</p> <p>"You're alright!" Jordan shrieked, hugging his head lying on his tummy. </p> <p>"I'm cold!" Charlie complained, but at least he wasn't shivering anymore and could talk with real words. </p> <p>"Here, have some of Jordan's coco," I said offering him the insulated mug. He took it in both hands and downed the remainder. I put more hot water in the tub.</p> <p>"Oh, that's better," Charlie said appreciatively, and started moving his arms and legs. </p> <p>"Let me go get you some more coco." I left for the kitchen, but out of sight I stopped to listen to Jordan fill Charlie in on what he had missed. I was pleased when I heard him say, "Don't worry about Brandon, he's a nice man. He got us out of our tent and brought us to his house."</p> <p>I returned several minutes later, with two mugs of coco, to find Charlie sitting on Jordan's crotch, his body rising and falling in a rhythmic pattern, his eyes closed enjoying the moment.</p> <p>Charlie, was obviously feeling much better. I carried the mugs in the room. "You're supposed to be in the water getting warm," I said setting the mugs on the tub's edge.</p> <p>Jordan said he could warm me up from the inside, but he hasn't cum yet. I'd be in the water if it was deeper."</p> <p>I had purposedly kept the level low while Charlie was near unconsciousness, I didn't want him to slip in and drown. That would be difficult to explain to the police.</p> <p>But now, with him recovering, the boy had a point and I filled the deep soaking tub as high as the overflow drain would allow. As the water flowed, I told them, "Don't stop fucking, just because I'm here. I used to do the same thing with a neighbor when I was about your age."</p> <p>Jordan looked a little guilty being caught. By the time the tub was full, Jordan's head was barely above the water line. Charlie, still impaled on Jordan's dick. The water on him was waist high.</p> <p>"I'm serious, you two can fuck each other all you want, you won't get any complaint from me, unless you make a mess on my furniture." Jordan gave a tentative thrust of his hips up, driving his penis into his brother deeper. Charlie got the idea and started up again using his legs to raise and lower himself on the dick in his ass. I used the opportunity to leave the bathroom. "Not too rough though, try not to let the water splash out on the floor."</p> <p>A few minutes later Jordan became very vocal indicating his very satisfying orgasm, and I assume an ejaculation based on his comment, "I'm gonna shoot in you. . . Here it comes!"</p> <p>I could hear water splashing about as they played in the tub. Then heard something to the effect of, "Ok, it's your turn."</p> <p>I went back in a minute later to warm the water and found Jordan on his hands and knees. This time they were both facing me and saw me at the same time. I stopped in the doorway and watched as Charlie finished soaping, then pushed his 3" rod through Jordan's anus. </p> <p>I knew what was going to happen, the motion Charlie used set up a wave effect in the tub and quickly, water was going over the side. I should have sent them to the bedroom, but instead, the curiosity in me, demanded I watch from the door. </p> <p>It was weird though, after the third wave broke over the side of the tub, splashing onto the floor, the adult in me won over. </p> <p>"Woah, guys! Too much motion. You're soaking the floor." I grabbed Charlie under his arms lifting him out of his brother's ass and on to my hip with my arm under his butt. "Jordan, you stay right where you are."</p> <p>I took Charlie to the guest room, tickling him unmercifully on his sides and under arms. He giggled loudly all the way to the bedroom. I had to stop to pull he covers back, then dumped the wet Charlie in the bed. I returned to the bath and Jordan had done exactly as I said, he was waiting on all fours. Kneeling in the water. An arm under his chest, and I scooped him out. He too dripped all the way to the guest room. When we arrived, Charlie threw back the covers to welcome his brother.</p> <p>I set him down, specificity in the exact position he was in the tub.</p> <p>Charlie didn't hesitate and was quickly behind Jordan again and put his still soap-slickened dick back in his brother. I turned to the bedside table and turned on the electric blanket. "When you're done, both of you under the covers." I opened the table drawer and took out the tube of personal lubricant. "Here, in the future, use this instead of soap, it works better and tastes a whole lot better."</p> <p>I went back to the bathroom for damage control. I laid several towels on the floor to soak up the splashed water. </p> <p>"That's it Charlie, fuck me," I heard Jordan say as the bed creaked and the other sounds of sex came down the hall. I just shook my head and fondly remembered the times I had Matt in my ass and vice versa.</p> <p>I waited for them to finish before I went back in the bedroom. They were both lying under the blankets, sound asleep. Charlie on his back, Jordan on his side with an arm protectively over his brother. They needed sleep after their trauma, and I left them alone. </p> <p>********************</p> <h3><span>Boys will be Boys</span></h3> <p>********************</p> <p>After being productive on my current work assignment from my home office for a couple hours, I went back to wake the boys for lunch. They were both still sound sleep, and I brought them back to the land of the living by rubbing their chests and tummies with my open hand. I was surprised at how exceptionally smooth their bodies were, and just touching them made my dick hard. </p> <p>Their eyes fluttered open and smiles appeared on their lips. "Hi," I said, "anyone hungry?" I checked them both with my digital forehead thermometer. Charlie's temperature was low at 97.4, but that would soon correct itself. "Come on into the kitchen, but first, stop in the bathroom and brush your hair." While they slept, their hair dried providing them with a serious case of unrulily bed-hair. I stopped at the bathroom and moved the brush where they could find it.</p> <p>The tomato soup was warm, and the grilled cheese sandwiches were ready to be fried. I only had to wait for the boys to get up and join me. I put out glasses of milk, and a plate of sliced apples. </p> <p>They didn't take long and soon arrived for their late lunch - completely naked. I wasn't sure what they would do, I somewhat expected them to get towels from the bathroom, I guess. But you gotta give me a pass on this, this is my first time for hosting children in my home. </p> <p>"Oh, shit," I exclaimed. "I forgot all about your clothes, they're still in the washing machine."</p> <p>I hurried to the laundry room only to find the machine had stopped mid-wash when the spin cycle got out of balance. I redistributed the clothes and started it back up. The washing wouldn't be done for another 22 minutes according to the timer.</p> <p>"Your clothes aren't even washed yet, the machine crapped out mid-cycle. They won't be dry for almost an hour. What would you like to wear till they're ready?"</p> <p>I had seen each of their dicks when they were in the tub, but this was the first time getting a good look at them for a side-by-side comparison. Jordan was similar in diameter to Charlie, maybe a skosh bigger than Charlie and maybe ⅜" longer. I glanced at them as quickly as I could to complete the comparison, then quickly looked elsewhere. </p> <p>"If it's ok with you, can we just have some lunch first? We're really hungry." Jordan asked.</p> <p>"Yeah, sure. Have a seat at the table." They surprised me, willing to stay naked for lunch.</p> <p>I turned on the burner under the skillet and increased the heat under the soup. The boys were seated and eating the apple slices already. </p> <p>My kitchen table has a fashionable, glass-top. I never envisioned that I would have naked children sitting across from me. When I looked at my plate, I couldn't help but see their little dicks through the glass. Jordan's dick, was easiest to see as he was sitting across from me, but I could easily glance to the side of my plate and see Charlie's dick as well. I struggled trying to keep my eyes above the table top.</p> <p>My mind again wandered back to my mentor Matt when I was their age. Me and Matt spent a lot of time naked together. We used every opportunity to go without clothes, his house, this very house, the clearing out in the woods near us. Matt babysat me one weekend and we were naked from Friday evening till my parents pulled into the driveway Sunday night! Of course we weren't just naked, we were either sucking each other or fucking, depending on the circumstances.</p> <p>After trying not to look for several minutes, and failing a few times, I spotted Jordan's hand moving under the table. It slowly moved to his thigh, then his fingers reached out and took hold of his dick. He stroked it slowly with his thumb and two fingers. It grew in diameter a bit and about an inch longer. It was pointed straight at me. I stared the whole time. I'm pretty sure Jordan new I was watching him and he put on the show just for me.</p> <p>I noticed Jordan glancing over at his brother several times before his hand did the same thing, producing another erection I watched grow in profile. Both boys had perfect early-puberty erect penises in their laps. Jordan's was slightly more mature, being marginally larger in length and girth, and with light hair sprouting from his pubis, and underarms. God, how they reminded me of Matt, but his pubes were much thicker. But then he was 15 when I was 10.</p> <p>We sat almost in silence with just spoons clinking against bowls and other sounds of consuming food. </p> <p>"What's going to happen to us," Charlie asked.</p> <p>"That's a good question Charlie, and I don't have an answer. You're the first kids I've ever picked up at Walmart and they didn't even give me a receipt," I joked. "I don't know what protocol is for abandoned children."</p> <p>"Whatever protocol means, we ain't going back to that fucking foster home." Jordan spat out.</p> <p>"Ok, no foster homes, I got it, I guess."</p> <p>"Can we just stay with you?" Charlie asked.</p> <p>"That's not the way the law works. You gotta stay with someone who will be responsible for you and is approved by the courts and shit."</p> <p>"If the law says we gotta go back to the last place, we're just gonna run away again. That's a promise!" Jordan declared in no uncertain terms."</p> <p>"Can I have another sandwich and some more soup?" Charlie asked.</p> <p>"Me too, if you have enough," Jordan added.</p> <p>"There is more soup, and I can make more sandwiches, they're easy" I said and stood up. The hard-on in my pants become obvious and both boys looked straight at my crotch. It was only fair, I've been staring that their naked dicks all through lunch.</p> <p>I made more grilled cheese sandwiches, and refilled their soup, they finished the seconds as well. </p> <p>I checked their forehead temperatures, 98.4 and 98.2. Good enough. Just call me Doctor Brandon.</p> <p>The washing machine made its happy sounds indicating it completed the wash cycle and I transferred the clothes to the dryer. I went to the bathroom retrieving the sopping wet towels from where the boys splashed the water out of the tub, and put them in to wash. At least the floor of the bathroom is now clean.</p> <p>While I was doing that, the boys found my video gaming system. In the menu they found beta versions of games that our group was working on, each of us, beta tests for the other programmers. I have many regular games too and we don't pay for any of this, in fact, we're paid to play it. They found a game they knew and were sitting naked on the couch, leg-to-leg, battling demons from the underworld. </p> <p>This time I heard the happy sounds from the dryer, and went back to remove the boy's clothes and put the towels in. I was enjoying their nudity, so I just put their dry clothes in the laundry basket, just to see how long it would take for them to get dressed. I rejoined the boys and just enjoyed watching them play their game. I sat where I could see the TV and watch the boys with a turn of my head.</p> <p>Watching Jordan, was fun, he played with great intensity. And when that intensity got fast and furious, he'd get an erection. </p> <p>They played the rest of the afternoon and eventually I got up to make dinner. </p> <p>After a full afternoon of video games I called the boys to dinner. It was a simple meal, meat loaf, mashed potatoes, and mixed vegetables. As they entered the kitchen still nude and made no attempt to ask about their clothes, I offered, "Would you like to get dressed? Your clothes are dry."</p> <p>"Do we have to?" Charlie asked.</p> <p>"Yeah, it's fun here. Kinda like at Uncle Matt's house." Jordan added.</p> <p>Ok, I made my good faith offer, they turned it down. "No I guess not. It you want them they're here in the laundry basket. After dinner I'll put them in the guest room, where you had your nap." </p> <p>The boys sat at the same places they did at lunch and I served the three plates I'd made up. "Wow, this looks really good. Better than that shitty oatmeal they gave us at the foster place."</p> <p>"You don't like oatmeal?"</p> <p>"Yeah, it's ok, but not every night for dinner," Jordan spat.</p> <p>"So, boys, time to tell me about yourselves. Where are your parents?" I asked sitting down.</p> <p>"We don't have a dad, and Mom died in June." Jordan explained.</p> <p>"I'm so sorry, how did she die?" I asked.</p> <p>"She got hurt at work and the doctors put her on Oxycodone. She got addicted and got some bad pills called fentanyl. She took one dose, went to bed, and didn't wake up in the morning." Jordan explained.</p> <p>"I see, that's very tragic. So that also explains why you were in foster care. Don't you have any other relatives? Grandparents or anyone? Who's this Uncle Matt you mentioned?"</p> <p>"We used to have an Uncle Matt, but no grandparents or cousins or anything."</p> <p>"What happened to Uncle Matt?"</p> <p>"We used to spend a lot of time at his house. But one day, our mom told us he had a heart arrack and died. </p> <p>"Oh, I'm sorry, was he close to you?</p> <p>"Yeah, Uncle Matt was a lot of fun, he let us hang out at his house naked."</p> <p>"Oh, so that's why you're so comfortable here, naked with me?"</p> <p>"Yeah, he said we had to keep it a secret from our mom though, but then he died."</p> <p>"Did you at least get to attend his funeral?" I asked.</p> <p>"No, mom said there wasn't a funeral or even a burial service. She said the county buried him."</p> <p>"What else did you do at Uncle Matt's?"</p> <p>"We played a lot of video games there, he was really good. Had a set-up kinda like yours. He had on-line friends he played with all the time."</p> <p>"Do anything else?" I asked.</p> <p>"Well, we did some other stuff, but he made us swear never to tell anyone." Jordan explained.</p> <p>"Does it matter anymore, now that he's dead?"</p> <p>"Yeah, you're probably right, it doesn't matter. He taught us how to play with our dicks, and we had some sexy games we played."</p> <p>"So, I'm assuming you masturbated, sucked, and fucked each other?"</p> <p>"How did you know that?" Charlie asked</p> <p>"Those kinds of games aren't all that uncommon. Boys have been doing that to each other since the beginning of mankind. Where did you live at that time?"</p> <p>"We were in Lockport, Uncle Matt was in South Lockport." Jordan replied</p> <p>"Oh, that's just north of here. When was all this?"</p> <p>"Well, Uncle Matt died right after we stayed at his house over Thanksgiving weekend last year." Jordan continued.</p> <p>My mind once again drifted to my friend Matt and the things we did together. Their Uncle Matt did the same things with them.</p> <p>"Did Uncle Matt have a screen name for gaming that you remember?" I asked.</p> <p>"Yeah, `SouthLockport'" Charlie remembered.</p> <p>This is a small world. I've played on line against SouthLockport, but it's been a long time.</p> <p>"The calendar app on my phone alarm sounded, reminding me I had a party to attend at my co-worker's house in Pine Hill. I looked at my phone and through the glass top at the crotches of the two naked boys across the table from me. No way am I going to this party. The Buffalo area is getting dumped on, snow wise, making getting there or home at midnight a crapshoot, I also simply didn't want to go, not willing to leave these beautiful boys alone. As I was deciding what to text the party host, her message came through. `Driving banned, streets blocked. Party cancelled. CU@work.</p> <p>I sent back `later, sorry about your party'.</p> <p>I stayed home with the boys. "Can we have a fire in the fireplace?" Charlie asked.</p> <p>"Sure, but you have to help me bring in some wood first." I required. </p> <p>"Yeah! Alright!"</p> <p>I led the way to the patio where the split wood was stacked. Gotta give the boys credit, they went out into the 7� temperature, took the wood I handed them, then ran back inside. </p> <p>The initial fire lay was already in the fireplace, and I lit it with the igniter. Flames jumped up and I added the larger pieces we'd brought in. I took a seat on the couch hoping they would sit with me. The boys grabbed their controllers.</p> <p>"It was really cold outside. I got the chills. Can I sit in your lap to get warm?"</p> <p>On, my lap, naked? Oh hell yeah! "Sure. Sit right here," indicating that he should straddle my right leg. Charlie was right next to him and I wanted to leave room for him if he wanted some close contact. </p> <p>"Can I sit there too?" Charlie asked.</p> <p>"Sure Charlie, I saved a place just for you. Climb on up here, next to your brother."</p> <p>Both thighs now had a naked butt perched atop them. Both of my femurs were nestled in the gluteal crease of their butts. Two anuses were touching my pants covering my thighs. My brain created an image of me with both sitting on me, except in it I was naked too, and my John Holmes dream dick was sticking up between them. </p> <p>I wrapped my arms around their waists, resting my hand near their belly buttons.</p> <p>They restarted their game where they left off, and quickly reentered the world of the game.</p> <p>I wiggled my middle fingers, each seeking entrance to their belly buttons. Charlie is the more ticklish of the two and he was giggling and squirming and my finger tried to work its way in while still trying to play the game.</p> <p>"My dick is cold from being outside," Jordan declared. He grabbed my wrist of the hand attempting to tickle his belly, and moved my hand so my palm covered his dick and my fingers extended down over his tight scrotum. "You can hold that till I warm up."</p> <p>That was an easy request to fulfil. My palm held his penis over his scrotum and my fingers closed over his balls. His dick was cold against my skin, but that didn't last long as it filled with blood and grew its inch in length, but I could still hold his junk firmly in my hand.</p> <p>Charlie, I'm learning, is a follower, allowing his brother to lead, and he going with the flow. "Mine too," he said, and he moved my left hand to cover his dick. I gathered up his junk and gave him a firm squeeze. His penis followed suit becoming erect in my grasp. </p> <p>My dick responded too. It had been lying down over my scrotum. Not where I would have preferred it while becoming the 6" version of itself. It lengthened but reached an impasse in my underwear. As it continued to harden, it kinda folded itself. It was an uncomfortable position to be in and I tried moving as much as I could with two boys in my lap, but got nowhere with it. Finally, Jordan can to my rescue. He reached down and with a simple adjustment, had my dick freed, lying on my abdomen fully hard and throbbing. He went back to his game as if he had not even touched me.</p> <p>"Lean back on me a bit," I told the boys, and they leaned into my chest, I pressed my butt forward slouching down into the couch, like a recliner, without owning a recliner. </p> <p>I would squeeze or pull on their little packages every so often, just to remind them I was still holding them, I would feel their little dicks reharden again. That was how we stayed till about 8:30 when I asked, "Anyone want some pumpkin pie with whipped cream?"</p> <p>"Yeah," came the simultaneous replies and both boys sat up and simply pulled away from my hand, leaving them empty. They were both still erect as they pulled away, but by the time we reached the kitchen, they were back to their original unaroused sizes.</p> <p>I got out the pie I intended to have as part of my Christmas dinner, cut three small slices, warmed them in the microwave and buried them in canned whipped cream. The boys sat at the table and nibbled at their pie, savoring each bite. Their faces contorting in absolute pleasure. </p> <p>One yawned, then the other. "Bedtime?" I asked. Both nodded their agreement. "Finish your pie, and I'll tuck you in." they finished using their forks, then licked their plates clean. I picked up their laundry and escorted them to their bedroom. </p> <p>I dropped their clothes, everything they owned in this world, on the footboard bench, then directed them to the bathroom. "You need to brush your teeth before you go to bed." I pulled out two new brushes and put paste on them, and watched my nudists brush. I made them go the whole two minutes before spiting in the sink. "Ok, to bed," and I swatted their bare behinds lightly they ran from the bath to the bedroom, diving onto the queen bed then burrowing under the thick covers. I tucked the covers under them thinking that perhaps no one had ever done this for them. How sad that would be if it were true. </p> <p>I sat beside Charlie after tucking him in. </p> <p>"When we used to hang out with Uncle Matt, he was naked too. Are you ever going to be naked with us?" Jordan asked.</p> <p>"I don't know Jordan, while I sleep naked, I've only been naked around the house when no one else was around. It might be difficult for me with you guys here."</p> <p>"You mean you'd be hard all the time. Uncle Matt was hard a lot when he was naked." Charlie offered.</p> <p>"Yeah, we know what a hard dick looks like, yours wouldn't be the first." Jordan added.</p> <p>"Can I have a kiss?" Charlie asked.</p> <p>"Sure." I leaned over his and moved in, his face moved to meet mine and our lips met ever so briefly. "Good night, Charlie."</p> <p>"Me too," Jordan requested, and I repeated the procedure on the other side of the bed. "Good night, Jordan."</p> <p>"Good night, Brandon, and thank you."</p> <p>I turned away quickly; I didn't want him to see my tears. "I'll turn off the light in here, but I'll leave the hallway light on all night.</p> <p>How could such good kids, get such a shitty hand dealt to them.</p> <p>I went back to my office and put in a few more hours of work to justify my paycheck for the day, then went to bed at 1:00 a.m. </p> <p>It was 6� outside with 33 mph winds. -17 with the wind chill. According to the National Weather Service, Buffalo got 22.3" of snow Friday, breaking the record for most snowfall in a day.</p> </div></div></div>
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Bomb Cyclone Christmas Miracle Chapter 4 Hi, [email protected] here, I'd love to hear from you once you've read my story. This completed story contains 25,024 words in 4 chapters. According to Google, most adult paperback novels contain about 95,000 words. I have finally managed to write my second short story. This is the shortest time in which I have ever written a complete story, but things were time-sensitive, the Bomb Cyclone really did happen and sadly several people in the Buffalo Area lost their lives. If you are looking for the other parts to this story, you can find them here: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/bomb-cyclone-christmas-miracle/. Nifty depends on donations to survive, please consider how many stories you've read here and how many hours of mental enjoyment and moments of physical nirvana, that has brought you. That must to be worth something. Please join me by becoming a monthly recurring donor. It's like subscribing to Netflix or Amazon Prime, except you determine how much to donate. Help keep erotic literature free: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. This work © by The_Curmudgeon, January 2023. ******************** Chapter 4 – Monday Dec 26 ******************** Characters: Jordan, age 13. Homeless big brother of Charlie. Charlie, age 12. Homeless little brother to Jordan. Brandon, age 29. Game coder for a small company of independent contractors. Our Hero. Matt, age 34, but is just a memory of a boy of 15 in Brandon's head who taught him about sex. Uncle Matt, age unknown, Jordan and Charlie's Uncle on their mother's side. ******************** From the Official Weather Service storm summary report: Erie County officials confirmed 25 storm-related deaths to date. Recovery efforts kicked into high gear as the snowfall was not as intense and plow crews could begin to clean the snow with addition of some larger vehicles. ******************** This morning, was Charlie's turn for me to fulfill his Christmas wish. I still didn't know whether I was giving myself to them or they were giving themselves to me. He didn't care if Jordan was in the room or not, as long as he didn't give anything away that was about to happen. Jordan just kinda hovered like a helicopter parent as I made love to Charlie's hole. He wanted to see everything, from rimming, to tongue fucking, to finger fucking that moved into a prostate massage. He was fascinated by the physical interaction between whatever body parts were involved. I started out on Charlie the same way I did with Jordan, and brought him to a quick orgasm, tasting his sweet young cum. To change things up a bit, I had Charlie sit on my chest with his knees in my arm pits. I lifted his butt and pulled his dick to my mouth. He was happily fucking my mouth in that position when the anal beads found his anus. Since I had an assistant this morning, I used him for prep work. He lubed the beads and had them ready to hand to me when I was ready. I positioned them at his rear entrance, then pushed. I discovered a difference in their sizes. In Jordan I got 6 beads in him, Charlie's hard stop only allowed 5 beads. I fucked his ass with those 5 beads while he fucked my lips. After his inevitable orgasm coating my tongue generously, I rolled him off me to his side into the position where the beads would more easily make the turn into the large intestine. Again with a little work all 10 beads were past Charlie's anus and I could fuck his behind with the whole thing. After he produced another ejaculation, I pulled the device out. "Wait, did you forget something?" Jordan reminded me. "Oh yeah, I did. I shoved the beads back in him and turned the switch enabling the vibration function. You would have thought I turned on Charlie's vibration switch, not the one on just the vibrator. Charlie was like an actor in one of those holly-roller revival meetings. His body thrash and quivered on the bed like the very devil himself was being excised from his body. What did excise from his body was two ejaculations of semen which went directly on the bottom sheet. Not a big deal, since I had all day to wash them. "You ready for me Charlie?" He nodded and gave me the cutest little smile. He rolled to his back and pulled up his legs revealing his day-after-Christmas star. "Lube us up Jordan," I requested, and laid next to Charlie. Jordan went to work applying lube to the parts needed for our final act. While he worked on us, I kissed Charlie's lips some more. Then I explained, "We're not going to use the position with you on the bottom, I want you on top. That way, you can control the penetration of my penis in you. I'm just a little afraid I might hurt you, and I don't want to do that. You're gonna ride me cowboy style instead." "Woohoo" Charlie yelled, I'm gonna be a cowboy! "Stand over me, your feet beside my hips and sit on me." He sat as I asked, and I pushed him backward against my dick, now sticking straight up his backbone. "Now lean forward." He leaned and I pulled him farther pivoting on his knees his butt rising off my pelvis. "Jordan, can you get us lined up, please." Jordan's hand grabbed my lubed cock and centered it in Charlie's anus. "Ok, Charlie, this next part is all you. As you sit up, my penis will go in you. He tentatively leaned back, and he and I could both feel my dick start to slide in him. "That's it, Charlie, take it slow and easy, whatever makes you feel good. It took every ounce of my willpower not to just thrust up into him. My dick throbbed when my glans was at last, surrounded by his anus. Jordan was back there too, intently watching my dick enter him. He grabbed his dick and masturbated madly. "If I could only get my dick in there with yours Brandon, we could both fuck him." "That's called double penetration, and with an adult dick already in him, there's just not enough room for two. You might be able to do that with someone you age, as long as Charlie wants it." I added. Jordan's masturbation successfully added his cum to the point of union between me and Charlie. My glans was in him now, the hardest part over. He leaned back all the way, and the rest of my dick slid in. This position did nothing for Charlie's prostate, my dick bypassing it completely. But Charlie was sitting on me butthole to pubis, my almost 6" inside him and he loving the sensation. "Try it a few times, see what it's like." He bounced up and down a few times enjoying the penis sliding through his anus. "Spin around Charlie, 180°, facing the other direction." Charlie wiggled and made small adjustments till he was facing his brother. "This is the `Reverse Cowboy position. Lean forward a few times so you slide up and down my dick." He did but still no prostate interaction, but In a few seconds. . . "Ok now lean back all the way to my chest, I'll catch you. I eased Charlie down, "This is now the `Pearly Gates" position," I said. And with that I put one hand under each of his luscious buns and raised him up so I could thrust up into him. Now I was directly poking his prostate gland and quickly had him heralding the arrival of yet another cum. Jordan used his location to his advantage and sucked Charlie's dick in his mouth allowing him to cum in there. Another advantage of this position is the proximity of the participants faces. It was easy enough to do some passionate French kissing while fucking his tight little ass. "Oh Charlie, I'm about to cum," I warned. My dick still pummeling his sex gland. "Cum in me, I want to feel it deep inside me." "Sit up then, I'll be as deep in you as I can get." I pushed on his back so he was again seated directly over my dick, driving all of it up inside him. My body continued thrusting, trying vainly to get any deeper. My dick was hitting the hard stop at the end of his shorter rectum now no longer assaulting his prostate. Jordan reached out and took Charlie's dick in his fingers and beat him with great urgency. "Cum with Brandon, Charlie! Cum for him! Do it together. I don't remember whose orgasm started first, Charlie's or mine, it really doesn't matter but both of us orgasmed and ejaculated hard. Charlie's, sucked into his brother's mouth. Mine, went deep in Charlie's rectum. Charlie's orgasm was shorter and he collapsed back onto my chest while I continued pumping semen in Charlie. "I can feel it. I can feel your sperm in me!" Charlie exclaimed. My erection quickly waned after such a massive cum, my penis shriveled and it slithered out of Charlie's hole. Seeing a gapped open anus right in front of him and remember what Charlie did to him last night, Jordan moved in, raised Charlie's legs and put his penis in his used and slimy hole, plugging it, at least temporarily. He fucked his little brother while he was still lying on my chest trying to remember how to get oxygen into his lungs. Last night and this morning were the two hottest sexual encounters of my life. I could be arrested for statutory rape now and I would have no regrets, except maybe for the being caught part. I was supposed to be at Matt's apartment, to pick him up at 10:00 It was quarter till when I checked my phone. I quickly call and pushed the pickup to 11:00. Time really does fly when you're having fun. I got the boys out of bed and into the shower for a quick one, then to the kitchen for breakfast. I left them to entertain themselves with their Christmas gifts promising to return in an hour. It was snowing lightly when I left to get Matt from South Lockport. It was 16° when I left and 16° when I returned with Matt. It took me just under an hour as there was still a driving ban in place. Snow accumulation when I got back was 49" with a little more predicted by tomorrow. I hadn't even seen Matt's face yet as he was bundled up and waiting outside for me. In my garage we took off our snow suits and gear. Matt was buck naked under his suit and he was standing tall when he shimmied the suit down over his hips. "Uncle Matt" the twin cries came when the side entry door to the garage burst open. He kneeled to receive the two naked boys as they rushed him, nearly knocking him over. He picked up both boys, their arms locked around his neck, and one of his arms under each of their butts, their dicks squished into his well-developed belly. I was still trying to get out of my snow suit, I was much more conservatively dressed underneath. It never crossed my mind to go commando. Had it, I would have dismissed the thought as too risky, what if I broke down? They went inside and I struggled with my boots. Finally, I followed them in, to find them snuggled on the couch engaged in a session of heavy kissing and Matt's hands clasping their butts with his middle finger in their anuses to the second knuckle. His fingers rhythmically fucking both anuses simultaneously. His lips on a swivel kissing one then turning to kiss the other, then back to the first. I took my seat in the big chair. Matt whispered something and Jordan came over and crawled in my lap. His attention no longer divided, Matt became singe focused. He had located the tube of lubricant and had it next to him. He lubed his dick and laid on the couch, Charlie on top. "This is the Cowboy position," Charlie proudly explained. "Yes, it is Charlie," Matt agreed, "Now get my dick in you, pronto pardner." Charlie raised himself up and settled over Matt's not quite as large dick as the boy had remembered it. He was maybe ¼" longer and a little smaller in girth. In Charlie's well-fucked hole, Matt's dick slid in effortlessly as the boy dropped over him. Matt held Charlie's butt a few inches above his pelvis. "Ride this bucking bronc, boy," Matt exclaimed as he slammed his hips up into Charlie's bottom, driving his dick to the same hard wall I had encountered. He let Charlie ride him back down to the couch then shoved him back up raising his hips high. He again caught his butt cheeks with his palms and dropped back to the couch pulling most of his dick out. "Yeeeeeehaw, buddy, ride my cock!" He quickly and without mercy slammed himself up into Charlie's butt 3 times, before allowing him to ride back down to the couch, only to start the process over. "What would you like to do, Jordan," I asked. "Will you do me with the beads again?" he shyly asked. "What ever you want lover-boy. They're in my bathroom, could you go get them, and bring some lube too." I requested. "Fuck Charlie, I'm gonna cum in your ass. Oh god, I've missed you." Matt screamed as he thrust deep and spewed his load. "Keep going Charlie, we're going for back-to-back!" I watched as the uncle/nephew twosome continued the position seeking a second orgasmic event. I didn't see any semen on Matt's stomach, Charlie, must not have come yet. Jordan returned with the anal beads. He lubed the first 6 which would take them to the hard wall up inside him before the turn into the intestines. "Just use this much of it. Any more is kinda uncomfortable and doesn't do anything for me." "No problem Jordan climb up here," I said, as I moved my butt to the edge of the chair. As he climbed on, I leaned back so he had plenty of room in my lap. He sat on my legs, our hard dicks touching his entire length along mine. I took the anal beads from him and I slouched back into the chair as if I had reclined. Jordan followed me, his dick staying on top of mine, I reached around him and positioned the first bead at his anus. He had thought ahead and lubed his anus as well. I pushed the beads in him slowly, each bead making a separate opening and closing of his anus. When all 6 were in, I grasped the dry beads and pulled everything back out. With the heel of my hand against his buttock I could flex my wrist and either drive them in or pull them out. I did that several times waiting to see what would happen. "Faster, do it faster," Jordan demanded as he entered the fog of sexual lust. I didn't need him spouting his semen all over the place so I varied the angle of entry, sometime towards his prostate, which drew squirms and moans as the beads rubbed over his gland, to straight in, only stimulating his anus and rectum. One last trip of the beads bumping their way over Jordan's prostate, released his shaken seminal fluids. "Fuck, I'm cumming," he said in a slurred and barely audible voice. Damn, the boy cummed a ton. His penis still lying in direct contact with mine, 4 strong pulses of barely teen cum shot out, covering my dick. All I could think was fresh lubricant. I sat up forcing Jordan up too, though he was in no condition to do anything. I hefted the two of us up, and sat further back in the seat. Keeping one arm around him to keep him from falling to the floor, I moved his feet, one at a time, behind my butt. I pulled Jordan higher up my body till my dick was freed from captivity between us, and it angled out some, still pointing mostly straight up. I lowered Jordan till his hole lubricated with artificial as well as his natural ass juices contacted the head of my dick, the alignment wasn't there so, I moved one hand to my cock to get things straightened out. Firmly centered in his pucker, I lowered Jordan, my dick, covered in his semen slid inside him. "Oh, that feels good. What position is this?" "Mastery" I replied. I kept our bodies together and bounced Jordan up and down on my dick. Jordan's dick rubbed my belly with every motion. Since Jordan is a foot shorter, his face was even with mine and I was able to kiss those sweet lips and suck on his tongue while I thrust into his rectum. It was almost one of those magical simultaneous orgasms. It wasn't, but both of us orgasmed. I was about ready for a time-out; I was about fucked out. But I figured I could go once more. I put my legs up on the ottoman. I still hadn't pulled out of Jordan's ass and I had him lean back lying on my legs. I spread my legs, allowing him to drop down to the ottoman. This position is called fusion, and It's all about making your partner cum. 100% of the fucking motion is a direct onslaught of your partner's prostate. If this don't get him off, he's had prostate cancer, and had it removed via surgery. I held Jordan's legs and pulled us together, my dick pointing nearly at the ceiling. I thrust once and even I could feel the little nut up inside him with my dick. I lifted his hiney a couple inches and began the assault. I drove my cock into his nut. Hard, and did it repeatedly, really pummeling it. The sensations originating in that gland cleared the lust-driven fog from his brain and reawakened the primal desires of a boy who first realizes he's had an orgasm and can have another whenever he wants one. I rabbit fucked that little love pot of ejaculatory fluids driving him to the peak of sexual arousal, the almighty orgasm. Then he arrived. His hips got higher and higher till he was only touching the ottoman in two places, his penis like a tiny flagpole atop a skyscraper. Then it became the 4th of July (Dec 26 in reality) as the fireworks flew from the top of that pole. His semen launched in spectacular of explosions to the Ooohs and Aaahs of the surrounding crowds. Ok, to the moans and groans of a 13-year-old boy. I was done too. I didn't need another orgasm to prove my manhood. I was good with where we ended up together. I finally remembered we weren't the only couple in the room and looked over to the couch. Matt declaring victory having managed back-to-back-to-back orgasms as he fucked Charlie in the cowboy position. Charlie looked disappointed none of his pearly drops were sprinkled on Matt's stomach or anywhere else I could see. I whispered to Jordan, "Take Charlie to your room and make sure he has a couple of orgasms, I need some time to talk with Matt." ******** With the room cleared, Matt and I faced each other for the first time in 16 years. We were both naked, the same as we were the last time we were together, and we'd both just had sex, but that time it was with each other. "Good to see you Matt. How's life been treating you?" "Pretty well, but not as well as its treated you. You got a nice place here." "Well, mom and dad said I could use it till they leave it to me in their will. "How many times did you get off in Charlie?" "Dude! I got a triple!" he stated proudly. "And how many times did Charlie get off? "He musta cum a couple of times, at least, maybe more." "Check your stomach, Matt, where's the evidence? Where's his semen?" He looked down at himself, seeing no such residue anywhere. "You're the most selfish fucker I know, not that I know very many, but even when you fucked me when we were kids, I hardly ever got to cum when you were doing me. You'd fuck me, pull out, roll over, and fall asleep. I can't tell you how many times I had to jack off cuddled up against your back after you fucked me." "I'm, . . I'm sorry Brandon, and I wasn't asleep when you were jacking off, I knew what you were doing and why, and I felt bad, but I wasn't man enough to face up to it, I didn't know what to do back then." "Well you know now, and it's time to man up. Go to the bedroom and take over for Jordan, apologize to Charlie for leaving him hanging, then make it up to him. Make him cum, at least twice. "Have you ever tasted a 12-year-old's cum?" I deviated. "Just yours, and Jordan's," He replied. "Dude, that's some seriously addictive shit, you gotta try his. Sweetest nectar on Earth. Once you've had it, you won't want to go without it. Let him cum in your mouth, he knows how to do that. "And the last part of this challenge is; do it all, and don't let yourself cum. I went to the kitchen to fix lunch. I made pizza from scratch. At least that was the name on the package. Inside was a frozen crust, and all the makings for a skimpily topped pizza. But I buy it cause it's a good base from which to work, and I can add whatever I want. Their sauce is just right and I build up from there. I quadrupled the slices of peperoni, and added a half pound of `pizza blend' shredded cheese. I even have a pizza stone for the cooking in the oven to produce the crisp crust. While it baked, I went to check on the threesome in the bedroom. As I stopped in the doorway, Charlie was on all fours on the bed, trying to catch his breath, obviously have just experienced a major orgasm. Matt was lying on his back and had Jordan on top of him on his back in the Bent Spoons position hammering Jordan's prostate. Each thrust, inducing a grunt from Jordan. I stood there watching for the impending ejaculation. Jordan's dick exploded in spectacular fashion, sending his cum in every direction as it flopped around from the fucking he was receiving "Can you guys wrap this up in 20 minutes? I got the pizza in the oven." "Can you give us a 5-minute warning?" Matt asked. "Sure. Have you cum yet?" "No, and I'm not going to. You're right, this is all about them, and I've only got 15 minutes left. So excuse me while I pay attention to Charlie some more. He passed me and went to Charlie, he pulled his legs up, folding in half completely. And with his ass off the edge of the bed, he slid his hard cock in him while standing on the floor. His natural angle of entry was slightly upward assuring easy access to the boy's buzzer. Matt had accepted my mission and I was impressed with his focus. I returned to the kitchen and got out the accessories for pizza. Paper plates, drinks, parmesan, napkins. With 5 minutes of baking time remaining I went back to the bedroom. Matt was again working on Jordan. "5-minute warning!" I cheerfully called out and started to walk away. "Wait, Charlie's had 4 orgasms, this will be Jordan's 4th, can I at least have one?" questioned Matt. "Sure, if you ask nicely, I'll bet Jordan will let you come in him. "Jordan, can I cum with you this time?" . . . I didn't hear Jordan's reply but based on the roar from the bedroom, I'm guessing Jordan allowed it. They appeared for pizza a few minutes later. I could see there was a half-hearted attempt to clean up, there was some smearing where splashes of cum were haphazardly wiped off. During dinner I started what could have been an awkward conversation. "I gotta ask Matt, what are you gonna do about your nephews?" "I got no choice really, with their mom dead, they got nobody else." "No other relatives, anywhere?" "Nah, it was just down to me and her, now its just me and the boys I guess." "Is this what you boys want?" I asked. Their response was instantaneous and in the affirmative. They definitely wanted to go live with Matt. I found myself relieved. "That's gonna be a big change for you in your lifestyle at least." "Hey, its not like I'm a party animal or anything, but, yeah, it'll be a huge change." "Have you been thinking about what you're going to have to do?" "Yeah, I did a little research on line, as soon as this snow emergency is over, I'll need to contact the Office of Children and Family Services (OCFS) and get myself approved to be their guardian. They'll probably give me an emergency placement at first, then permanent guardianship down the line. And some day, if the boys want, I can adopt them." "Sounds like the start of a plan." "I know, can you see me as president of the PTA? Next thing I'll need is a minivan to take `em to soccer practice. My life, as I know it, is officially over." "I'm gonna miss you boys but I want you to know that I'm here for you, you need some short-term care for emergencies or business trips or whatever, call me. I'm only 30 minutes away. "Matt, stay in touch this time." I took them home using the snowmobile and the sled. It was slow-going with 4 on a snowmobile made for 2. Their suitcases full of clothes and their presents firmly held in place on the sled. Some of their new clothes got worn for the first time. the boys looked "different" with clothes on for the first time in 4 days. Their new jackets kept them warm on the ride. I helped them get inside. They wanted out of their clothes as fast as possible and while they undressed, I checked Matt's refrigerator and cupboards. I gave him a few hundred dollars I had in my wallet. As I prepared to leave, the boys came up to me for hugs, and whispered their thanks in my ears. I told them I'd miss them and they returned the sentiment. Matt waited in the background until the boys finished with me. He came up to me face-to-face. "Brandon, I can't begin to thank you for saving my nephews. What you did for them is truly a Christmas miracle, you should be sainted, but you'd have to be a church member first." He moved closer and pulled us together for a sloppy full-mouth kiss. I felt his dick get hard as we kissed. I began missing them on the ride home. Opening the door to the house and finding it empty hit me hard. On Thursday, the snow was melting for the second day in a row, and I got a call from the Office of Children and Family Services. Matt had listed me as a reference on his application. I gave an hour phone interview. They treated me like I was some sort of hero. I told the truth, just not the whole truth. Somethings, OCFS doesn't need to know. He called me excided as all hell when OCFS approved him as the boys' guardian with a bonus that he would be receiving the stipend from foster care. I have an idea, that I'm gonna see those boys, and Matt, again. The End Hope you enjoyed it. Now is a good time and this where you should send me a message. [email protected].
<div id="readability-content"><h1>Bomb Cyclone Christmas Miracle Chapter 4</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"><div> <p>Hi, <a href="mailto:[email protected]"><i><span>[email protected]</span></i></a> here, I'd love to hear from you once you've read my story.</p> <p><a name="_Hlk105925108">This completed story contains 25,024 words in 4 chapters. According to Google, most adult paperback novels contain about 95,000 words. 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Help keep erotic literature free: <a href="http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html">http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html</a>.</p> <p>This work © by The_Curmudgeon, January 2023.</p> <p>********************</p> <h2>Chapter 4 – Monday Dec 26</h2> <p>********************</p> <p>Characters:<br> <b>Jordan</b>, age 13. Homeless big brother of Charlie.<br> <b>Charlie,</b> age 12. Homeless little brother to Jordan.<br> <b>Brandon</b>, age 29. Game coder for a small company of independent contractors. Our Hero.<br> <b>Matt</b>, age 34, but is just a memory of a boy of 15 in Brandon's head who taught him about sex.<br> <b>Uncle Matt</b>, age unknown, Jordan and Charlie's Uncle on their mother's side.</p> <p>********************</p> <p><i>From the Official Weather Service storm summary report:</i></p> <p>Erie County officials confirmed 25 storm-related deaths to date. Recovery efforts kicked into high gear as the snowfall was not as intense and plow crews could begin to clean the snow with addition of some larger vehicles. </p> <p>********************</p> <p>This morning, was Charlie's turn for me to fulfill his Christmas wish. I still didn't know whether I was giving myself to them or they were giving themselves to me. He didn't care if Jordan was in the room or not, as long as he didn't give anything away that was about to happen. Jordan just kinda hovered like a helicopter parent as I made love to Charlie's hole. He wanted to see everything, from rimming, to tongue fucking, to finger fucking that moved into a prostate massage. He was fascinated by the physical interaction between whatever body parts were involved. </p> <p>I started out on Charlie the same way I did with Jordan, and brought him to a quick orgasm, tasting his sweet young cum. </p> <p>To change things up a bit, I had Charlie sit on my chest with his knees in my arm pits. I lifted his butt and pulled his dick to my mouth. He was happily fucking my mouth in that position when the anal beads found his anus. Since I had an assistant this morning, I used him for prep work. He lubed the beads and had them ready to hand to me when I was ready. </p> <p>I positioned them at his rear entrance, then pushed. I discovered a difference in their sizes. In Jordan I got 6 beads in him, Charlie's hard stop only allowed 5 beads. I fucked his ass with those 5 beads while he fucked my lips. After his inevitable orgasm coating my tongue generously, I rolled him off me to his side into the position where the beads would more easily make the turn into the large intestine. Again with a little work all 10 beads were past Charlie's anus and I could fuck his behind with the whole thing. After he produced another ejaculation, I pulled the device out. </p> <p>"Wait, did you forget something?" Jordan reminded me.</p> <p>"Oh yeah, I did. I shoved the beads back in him and turned the switch enabling the vibration function.</p> <p>You would have thought I turned on Charlie's vibration switch, not the one on just the vibrator. Charlie was like an actor in one of those holly-roller revival meetings. His body thrash and quivered on the bed like the very devil himself was being excised from his body. What did excise from his body was two ejaculations of semen which went directly on the bottom sheet. Not a big deal, since I had all day to wash them.</p> <p>"You ready for me Charlie?" He nodded and gave me the cutest little smile. He rolled to his back and pulled up his legs revealing his day-after-Christmas star.</p> <p>"Lube us up Jordan," I requested, and laid next to Charlie. Jordan went to work applying lube to the parts needed for our final act. While he worked on us, I kissed Charlie's lips some more. </p> <p>Then I explained, "We're not going to use the position with you on the bottom, I want you on top. That way, you can control the penetration of my penis in you. I'm just a little afraid I might hurt you, and I don't want to do that. You're gonna ride me cowboy style instead."</p> <p>"Woohoo" Charlie yelled, I'm gonna be a cowboy!</p> <p>"Stand over me, your feet beside my hips and sit on me." He sat as I asked, and I pushed him backward against my dick, now sticking straight up his backbone. "Now lean forward." He leaned and I pulled him farther pivoting on his knees his butt rising off my pelvis.</p> <p>"Jordan, can you get us lined up, please." Jordan's hand grabbed my lubed cock and centered it in Charlie's anus. </p> <p>"Ok, Charlie, this next part is all you. As you sit up, my penis will go in you. He tentatively leaned back, and he and I could both feel my dick start to slide in him. "That's it, Charlie, take it slow and easy, whatever makes you feel good. It took every ounce of my willpower not to just thrust up into him.</p> <p>My dick throbbed when my glans was at last, surrounded by his anus. Jordan was back there too, intently watching my dick enter him. He grabbed his dick and masturbated madly.</p> <p>"If I could only get my dick in there with yours Brandon, we could both fuck him."</p> <p>"That's called double penetration, and with an adult dick already in him, there's just not enough room for two. You might be able to do that with someone you age, as long as Charlie wants it." I added.</p> <p>Jordan's masturbation successfully added his cum to the point of union between me and Charlie. </p> <p>My glans was in him now, the hardest part over. He leaned back all the way, and the rest of my dick slid in. </p> <p>This position did nothing for Charlie's prostate, my dick bypassing it completely. But Charlie was sitting on me butthole to pubis, my almost 6" inside him and he loving the sensation. "Try it a few times, see what it's like." He bounced up and down a few times enjoying the penis sliding through his anus.</p> <p>"Spin around Charlie, 180°, facing the other direction." Charlie wiggled and made small adjustments till he was facing his brother.</p> <p>"This is the `Reverse Cowboy position. Lean forward a few times so you slide up and down my dick." He did but still no prostate interaction, but In a few seconds. . . "Ok now lean back all the way to my chest, I'll catch you. </p> <p>I eased Charlie down, "This is now the `Pearly Gates" position," I said. And with that I put one hand under each of his luscious buns and raised him up so I could thrust up into him. Now I was directly poking his prostate gland and quickly had him heralding the arrival of yet another cum. </p> <p>Jordan used his location to his advantage and sucked Charlie's dick in his mouth allowing him to cum in there. </p> <p>Another advantage of this position is the proximity of the participants faces. It was easy enough to do some passionate French kissing while fucking his tight little ass.</p> <p>"Oh Charlie, I'm about to cum," I warned. My dick still pummeling his sex gland. </p> <p>"Cum in me, I want to feel it deep inside me."</p> <p>"Sit up then, I'll be as deep in you as I can get." I pushed on his back so he was again seated directly over my dick, driving all of it up inside him. My body continued thrusting, trying vainly to get any deeper. My dick was hitting the hard stop at the end of his shorter rectum now no longer assaulting his prostate.</p> <p>Jordan reached out and took Charlie's dick in his fingers and beat him with great urgency. "Cum with Brandon, Charlie! Cum for him! Do it together. </p> <p>I don't remember whose orgasm started first, Charlie's or mine, it really doesn't matter but both of us orgasmed and ejaculated hard. Charlie's, sucked into his brother's mouth. Mine, went deep in Charlie's rectum. Charlie's orgasm was shorter and he collapsed back onto my chest while I continued pumping semen in Charlie. </p> <p>"I can feel it. I can feel your sperm in me!" Charlie exclaimed.</p> <p>My erection quickly waned after such a massive cum, my penis shriveled and it slithered out of Charlie's hole. </p> <p>Seeing a gapped open anus right in front of him and remember what Charlie did to him last night, Jordan moved in, raised Charlie's legs and put his penis in his used and slimy hole, plugging it, at least temporarily. He fucked his little brother while he was still lying on my chest trying to remember how to get oxygen into his lungs.</p> <p>Last night and this morning were the two hottest sexual encounters of my life. I could be arrested for statutory rape now and I would have no regrets, except maybe for the being caught part. </p> <p>I was supposed to be at Matt's apartment, to pick him up at 10:00 It was quarter till when I checked my phone. I quickly call and pushed the pickup to 11:00.</p> <p>Time really does fly when you're having fun.</p> <p>I got the boys out of bed and into the shower for a quick one, then to the kitchen for breakfast. I left them to entertain themselves with their Christmas gifts promising to return in an hour.</p> <p>It was snowing lightly when I left to get Matt from South Lockport. It was 16° when I left and 16° when I returned with Matt. It took me just under an hour as there was still a driving ban in place. Snow accumulation when I got back was 49" with a little more predicted by tomorrow. </p> <p>I hadn't even seen Matt's face yet as he was bundled up and waiting outside for me. In my garage we took off our snow suits and gear. Matt was buck naked under his suit and he was standing tall when he shimmied the suit down over his hips.</p> <p>"Uncle Matt" the twin cries came when the side entry door to the garage burst open. He kneeled to receive the two naked boys as they rushed him, nearly knocking him over. He picked up both boys, their arms locked around his neck, and one of his arms under each of their butts, their dicks squished into his well-developed belly.</p> <p>I was still trying to get out of my snow suit, I was much more conservatively dressed underneath. It never crossed my mind to go commando. Had it, I would have dismissed the thought as too risky, what if I broke down? </p> <p>They went inside and I struggled with my boots.</p> <p>Finally, I followed them in, to find them snuggled on the couch engaged in a session of heavy kissing and Matt's hands clasping their butts with his middle finger in their anuses to the second knuckle. His fingers rhythmically fucking both anuses simultaneously. His lips on a swivel kissing one then turning to kiss the other, then back to the first.</p> <p>I took my seat in the big chair. Matt whispered something and Jordan came over and crawled in my lap. His attention no longer divided, Matt became singe focused. He had located the tube of lubricant and had it next to him. He lubed his dick and laid on the couch, Charlie on top. "This is the Cowboy position," Charlie proudly explained.</p> <p>"Yes, it is Charlie," Matt agreed, "Now get my dick in you, pronto pardner."</p> <p>Charlie raised himself up and settled over Matt's not quite as large dick as the boy had remembered it. He was maybe ¼" longer and a little smaller in girth. In Charlie's well-fucked hole, Matt's dick slid in effortlessly as the boy dropped over him.</p> <p>Matt held Charlie's butt a few inches above his pelvis. "Ride this bucking bronc, boy," Matt exclaimed as he slammed his hips up into Charlie's bottom, driving his dick to the same hard wall I had encountered. He let Charlie ride him back down to the couch then shoved him back up raising his hips high. He again caught his butt cheeks with his palms and dropped back to the couch pulling most of his dick out. "Yeeeeeehaw, buddy, ride my cock!" He quickly and without mercy slammed himself up into Charlie's butt 3 times, before allowing him to ride back down to the couch, only to start the process over. </p> <p>"What would you like to do, Jordan," I asked. </p> <p>"Will you do me with the beads again?" he shyly asked.</p> <p>"What ever you want lover-boy. They're in my bathroom, could you go get them, and bring some lube too." I requested. </p> <p>"Fuck Charlie, I'm gonna cum in your ass. Oh god, I've missed you." Matt screamed as he thrust deep and spewed his load. "Keep going Charlie, we're going for back-to-back!"</p> <p>I watched as the uncle/nephew twosome continued the position seeking a second orgasmic event. I didn't see any semen on Matt's stomach, Charlie, must not have come yet. </p> <p>Jordan returned with the anal beads. He lubed the first 6 which would take them to the hard wall up inside him before the turn into the intestines. "Just use this much of it. Any more is kinda uncomfortable and doesn't do anything for me."</p> <p>"No problem Jordan climb up here," I said, as I moved my butt to the edge of the chair. As he climbed on, I leaned back so he had plenty of room in my lap. He sat on my legs, our hard dicks touching his entire length along mine.</p> <p>I took the anal beads from him and I slouched back into the chair as if I had reclined. </p> <p>Jordan followed me, his dick staying on top of mine, I reached around him and positioned the first bead at his anus. He had thought ahead and lubed his anus as well. I pushed the beads in him slowly, each bead making a separate opening and closing of his anus. When all 6 were in, I grasped the dry beads and pulled everything back out. With the heel of my hand against his buttock I could flex my wrist and either drive them in or pull them out. I did that several times waiting to see what would happen.</p> <p>"Faster, do it faster," Jordan demanded as he entered the fog of sexual lust. I didn't need him spouting his semen all over the place so I varied the angle of entry, sometime towards his prostate, which drew squirms and moans as the beads rubbed over his gland, to straight in, only stimulating his anus and rectum.</p> <p>One last trip of the beads bumping their way over Jordan's prostate, released his shaken seminal fluids. "Fuck, I'm cumming," he said in a slurred and barely audible voice. </p> <p>Damn, the boy cummed a ton. His penis still lying in direct contact with mine, 4 strong pulses of barely teen cum shot out, covering my dick. All I could think was fresh lubricant. I sat up forcing Jordan up too, though he was in no condition to do anything. I hefted the two of us up, and sat further back in the seat. Keeping one arm around him to keep him from falling to the floor, I moved his feet, one at a time, behind my butt.</p> <p>I pulled Jordan higher up my body till my dick was freed from captivity between us, and it angled out some, still pointing mostly straight up. I lowered Jordan till his hole lubricated with artificial as well as his natural ass juices contacted the head of my dick, the alignment wasn't there so, I moved one hand to my cock to get things straightened out. Firmly centered in his pucker, I lowered Jordan, my dick, covered in his semen slid inside him.</p> <p>"Oh, that feels good. What position is this?"</p> <p>"Mastery" I replied.</p> <p>I kept our bodies together and bounced Jordan up and down on my dick. Jordan's dick rubbed my belly with every motion. Since Jordan is a foot shorter, his face was even with mine and I was able to kiss those sweet lips and suck on his tongue while I thrust into his rectum. It was almost one of those magical simultaneous orgasms. It wasn't, but both of us orgasmed. </p> <p>I was about ready for a time-out; I was about fucked out. But I figured I could go once more. I put my legs up on the ottoman. I still hadn't pulled out of Jordan's ass and I had him lean back lying on my legs. I spread my legs, allowing him to drop down to the ottoman. This position is called fusion, and It's all about making your partner cum. 100% of the fucking motion is a direct onslaught of your partner's prostate. If this don't get him off, he's had prostate cancer, and had it removed via surgery.</p> <p>I held Jordan's legs and pulled us together, my dick pointing nearly at the ceiling. I thrust once and even I could feel the little nut up inside him with my dick. I lifted his hiney a couple inches and began the assault. I drove my cock into his nut. Hard, and did it repeatedly, really pummeling it. The sensations originating in that gland cleared the lust-driven fog from his brain and reawakened the primal desires of a boy who first realizes he's had an orgasm and can have another whenever he wants one.</p> <p>I rabbit fucked that little love pot of ejaculatory fluids driving him to the peak of sexual arousal, the almighty orgasm. </p> <p>Then he arrived. His hips got higher and higher till he was only touching the ottoman in two places, his penis like a tiny flagpole atop a skyscraper. Then it became the 4th of July (Dec 26 in reality) as the fireworks flew from the top of that pole. His semen launched in spectacular of explosions to the Ooohs and Aaahs of the surrounding crowds. Ok, to the moans and groans of a 13-year-old boy.</p> <p>I was done too. I didn't need another orgasm to prove my manhood. I was good with where we ended up together. </p> <p>I finally remembered we weren't the only couple in the room and looked over to the couch. Matt declaring victory having managed back-to-back-to-back orgasms as he fucked Charlie in the cowboy position. Charlie looked disappointed none of his pearly drops were sprinkled on Matt's stomach or anywhere else I could see. </p> <p>I whispered to Jordan, "Take Charlie to your room and make sure he has a couple of orgasms, I need some time to talk with Matt."</p> <p>********</p> <p>With the room cleared, Matt and I faced each other for the first time in 16 years. We were both naked, the same as we were the last time we were together, and we'd both just had sex, but that time it was with each other.</p> <p>"Good to see you Matt. How's life been treating you?"</p> <p>"Pretty well, but not as well as its treated you. You got a nice place here."</p> <p>"Well, mom and dad said I could use it till they leave it to me in their will. </p> <p>"How many times did you get off in Charlie?"</p> <p>"Dude! I got a triple!" he stated proudly.</p> <p>"And how many times did Charlie get off?</p> <p>"He musta cum a couple of times, at least, maybe more."</p> <p>"Check your stomach, Matt, where's the evidence? Where's his semen?"</p> <p>He looked down at himself, seeing no such residue anywhere. </p> <p>"You're the most selfish fucker I know, not that I know very many, but even when you fucked me when we were kids, I hardly ever got to cum when you were doing me. You'd fuck me, pull out, roll over, and fall asleep. I can't tell you how many times I had to jack off cuddled up against your back after you fucked me."</p> <p>"I'm, . . I'm sorry Brandon, and I wasn't asleep when you were jacking off, I knew what you were doing and why, and I felt bad, but I wasn't man enough to face up to it, I didn't know what to do back then."</p> <p>"Well you know now, and it's time to man up. Go to the bedroom and take over for Jordan, apologize to Charlie for leaving him hanging, then make it up to him. Make him cum, at least twice.</p> <p>"Have you ever tasted a 12-year-old's cum?" I deviated. </p> <p>"Just yours, and Jordan's," He replied. </p> <p>"Dude, that's some seriously addictive shit, you gotta try his. Sweetest nectar on Earth. Once you've had it, you won't want to go without it. Let him cum in your mouth, he knows how to do that.</p> <p>"And the last part of this challenge is; do it all, and don't let yourself cum. </p> <p>I went to the kitchen to fix lunch. I made pizza from scratch. At least that was the name on the package. Inside was a frozen crust, and all the makings for a skimpily topped pizza. But I buy it cause it's a good base from which to work, and I can add whatever I want. Their sauce is just right and I build up from there. I quadrupled the slices of peperoni, and added a half pound of `pizza blend' shredded cheese. I even have a pizza stone for the cooking in the oven to produce the crisp crust. </p> <p>While it baked, I went to check on the threesome in the bedroom. As I stopped in the doorway, Charlie was on all fours on the bed, trying to catch his breath, obviously have just experienced a major orgasm. Matt was lying on his back and had Jordan on top of him on his back in the Bent Spoons position hammering Jordan's prostate. Each thrust, inducing a grunt from Jordan. I stood there watching for the impending ejaculation.</p> <p>Jordan's dick exploded in spectacular fashion, sending his cum in every direction as it flopped around from the fucking he was receiving "Can you guys wrap this up in 20 minutes? I got the pizza in the oven."</p> <p>"Can you give us a 5-minute warning?" Matt asked.</p> <p>"Sure. Have you cum yet?"</p> <p>"No, and I'm not going to. You're right, this is all about them, and I've only got 15 minutes left. So excuse me while I pay attention to Charlie some more. He passed me and went to Charlie, he pulled his legs up, folding in half completely. And with his ass off the edge of the bed, he slid his hard cock in him while standing on the floor. His natural angle of entry was slightly upward assuring easy access to the boy's buzzer.</p> <p>Matt had accepted my mission and I was impressed with his focus. </p> <p>I returned to the kitchen and got out the accessories for pizza. Paper plates, drinks, parmesan, napkins.</p> <p>With 5 minutes of baking time remaining I went back to the bedroom. Matt was again working on Jordan. "5-minute warning!" I cheerfully called out and started to walk away.</p> <p>"Wait, Charlie's had 4 orgasms, this will be Jordan's 4th, can I at least have one?" questioned Matt.</p> <p>"Sure, if you ask nicely, I'll bet Jordan will let you come in him.</p> <p>"Jordan, can I cum with you this time?" . . . </p> <p>I didn't hear Jordan's reply but based on the roar from the bedroom, I'm guessing Jordan allowed it. </p> <p>They appeared for pizza a few minutes later. I could see there was a half-hearted attempt to clean up, there was some smearing where splashes of cum were haphazardly wiped off. </p> <p>During dinner I started what could have been an awkward conversation. "I gotta ask Matt, what are you gonna do about your nephews?"</p> <p>"I got no choice really, with their mom dead, they got nobody else."</p> <p>"No other relatives, anywhere?"</p> <p>"Nah, it was just down to me and her, now its just me and the boys I guess."</p> <p>"Is this what you boys want?" I asked. </p> <p>Their response was instantaneous and in the affirmative. They definitely wanted to go live with Matt. I found myself relieved.</p> <p>"That's gonna be a big change for you in your lifestyle at least."</p> <p>"Hey, its not like I'm a party animal or anything, but, yeah, it'll be a huge change."</p> <p>"Have you been thinking about what you're going to have to do?"</p> <p>"Yeah, I did a little research on line, as soon as this snow emergency is over, I'll need to contact the Office of Children and Family Services (OCFS) and get myself approved to be their guardian. They'll probably give me an emergency placement at first, then permanent guardianship down the line. And some day, if the boys want, I can adopt them."</p> <p>"Sounds like the start of a plan."</p> <p>"I know, can you see me as president of the PTA? Next thing I'll need is a minivan to take `em to soccer practice. My life, as I know it, is officially over."</p> <p>"I'm gonna miss you boys but I want you to know that I'm here for you, you need some short-term care for emergencies or business trips or whatever, call me. I'm only 30 minutes away. </p> <p>"Matt, stay in touch this time."</p> <p>I took them home using the snowmobile and the sled. It was slow-going with 4 on a snowmobile made for 2. Their suitcases full of clothes and their presents firmly held in place on the sled. Some of their new clothes got worn for the first time. the boys looked "different" with clothes on for the first time in 4 days. Their new jackets kept them warm on the ride.</p> <p><a name="_Hlk124065917">I helped them get inside. They wanted out of their clothes as fast as possible and while they undressed, I checked Matt's refrigerator and cupboards. I gave him a few hundred dollars I had in my wallet. As I prepared to leave, the boys came up to me for hugs, and whispered their thanks in my ears. I told them I'd miss them and they returned the sentiment. </a></p> <p><a name="_Hlk124065862">Matt waited in the background until the boys finished with me. He came up to me face-to-face. "Brandon, I can't begin to thank you for saving my nephews. What you did for them is truly a Christmas miracle, you should be sainted, but you'd have to be a church member first." He moved closer and pulled us together for a sloppy full-mouth kiss. I felt his dick get hard as we kissed.</a></p> <p>I began missing them on the ride home. Opening the door to the house and finding it empty hit me hard. </p> <p>On Thursday, the snow was melting for the second day in a row, and I got a call from the Office of Children and Family Services. Matt had listed me as a reference on his application. I gave an hour phone interview. They treated me like I was some sort of hero. I told the truth, just not the whole truth. Somethings, OCFS doesn't need to know.</p> <p>He called me excided as all hell when OCFS approved him as the boys' guardian with a bonus that he would be receiving the stipend from foster care.</p> <p>I have an idea, that I'm gonna see those boys, and Matt, again.</p> <h3>The End</h3> <p>Hope you enjoyed it. Now is a good time and this where you should send me a message. <a href="mailto:[email protected]"><span>[email protected]</span></a>.</p> </div></div></div>
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Date: Tue, 14 Feb 2023 16:46:10 -0500 (EST) From: Graphmuse Subject: The Back Seat This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males and females older and younger than 18. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. In addition, do not forget to donate to Nifty. Help keep these stories free and available! Support Nifty! Please understand this is a work of fiction. The actions described in the story are not real, encouraged, or condoned in real life. Its just a story kids. I hope you enjoy it. The Back Seat � Chapter 1 It was a beautiful summer day as I drove my black Chevy Impala through the city park. I pulled up and stopped my dark tinted car near a man sitting on a park bench. The casually dressed man got up and walked over to my car and got into the backseat. I slowly drove off. It all looked so innocent and unassuming. But it wasn't... It was quiet in the car, only the low murmur of the car's powerful engine filled the interior. I concentrated on the road, not glancing back in the rear view mirror, giving my new passenger his privacy. I slowly drove the car out of the city park and onto a busy avenue, still not speaking a word to my passenger. After about a mile I heard shuffling in the backseat, followed by the sounds of kissing and soft boyish moans. I entered onto the freeway and headed north as the sounds continued from the back seat. Once on the freeway and cruising at a comfortable speed, I finally looked back in the rear view mirror. What I saw caused my cock to harden. The passenger was hugging and kissing a young boy sitting next to him, his tongue exploring the boy's mouth. I caught the moment the passenger ran one of his hands up into the loose leg holes of the boy's baggy shorts. The passenger knew I was watching but didn't care. "Mmmph," the boy gasped into the passenger's mouth as the stranger found the boy's small erection. I knew the boy wasn't wearing any underwear. The boy spread his smooth skinny legs wider, allowing the passenger even easier access to his most private parts. The boy was clearly enjoying this handsome stranger's touch. I focused back on the road as the traffic on the freeway began to slow to a crawl, inching along, just like the passenger's fingers were doing to the boy's erection. The continuous boyish moans from the backseat caused me to glance back once again. I couldn't see their faces, the passenger's body was blocking my view of their kissing. But I could clearly see the undulating bulge of the man's hand, stretching out the front of the boy's shorts as the passenger openly molested him. I pictured the passenger's feathery touches as he ran the tips of his fingers over the boy's sensitive member, sending shivers through the young boy's body. I turned my attention back to the freeway, adjusting my cock as I navigating the car through traffic. I noticed movement and heard the sounds of shifting bodies and clothes being removed. I quickly glanced in the mirror and saw brief flashes of bare flesh pop into view. They were moving into a more intimate position. I knew I wouldn't miss too much, not with all the hidden cameras in the backseat. Then traffic on the freeway came to a complete stop. The car was now totally quiet except for wet sucking sounds and soft boyish moans coming from the backseat. As I waited for the traffic to move I angled the rear view mirror down and could see they were both completely naked. The passenger was laying across the rear seat on his back, the boy was laying on top of him in a 69 position. The passenger's big hands were cupping the boy's clenching butt cheeks, his head was buried in the boy's crotch, hungrily slurping and sucking on the boy's little cocklet and balls. The boy had his mouth stuffed full of the passenger's impressive 8 inch cock trying to get more of it in. I could tell the boy was having trouble taking that huge cock. He would gag every time the fat cock-head hit the back of his throat. But the boy didn't stop though. He just kept pulling back, refocus, then going back down again. Getting more and more of it down his throat with each attempt. The boy's persistence caused me to beam with fatherly pride as I felt my 6 inch cock throb inside his pants. I knew it was the biggest cock my boy had ever encountered. I focused back on the road, thinking back to when I first met the passenger through a Telegram group. We shared our secret desires for boys, and eventually, I mentioned my son and our incestuous relationship. I told the man how my son had been enjoying my six inch cock over the past three years, but now was eager to experience a cock much bigger than mine. The man mentioned he had an 8 inch cock and wondered if my son would want to explore it. I told him I would gladly mention it to him and see what he thinks. A week later, just before Jacob's 10th birthday, we were resting in his bed after a wild fuck. I mentioned I had an idea for his birthday. Jacob seemed uninterested as first. But then I explained about the man's offer, and his huge 8 inch cock, and a possible meet up with him as a birthday present. Jacob's eyes grew wide as a big grin grew across his face. He loved the idea, and desperately begged me to meet this mystery man with the big long cock. I set it and here we are today, his birthday. To be honest, I thought my son would back out once he got to see it in person. But the actions happening in the backseat proved me wrong. I heard the passenger groan approvingly, "Yesss..." I glanced back and could see the passenger had re-positioned himself and was now sitting back on the right side of the bench seat. My son was in between the man's thighs with more than half of the passenger's shaft down his throat. My son's gagging had now stopped as the boy kept pulling back and swallowing, working his way further and further down the passenger's erect shaft. I took the turnoff and exited the freeway. As I stopped at the light I heard the passenger groan. "Mmmmmm... so tight." I glanced back in the rear view mirror and saw my son's face pressed into the man's crotch. My paternal pride grew even more, as I saw that my son had successfully taken the man's 8 inch cock entirely down his throat. The passenger held the boy's head in place and started making short slow thrusts in and out of the boy's mouth. Jacob had a look of concentration as he tried to relax and squeeze his throat, milking the man's shaft just like I had taught him. I could also see my son's throat bulging out with each thrust as my boy breathed heavily through his nostrils. I focused back on my driving as the light turned green, listening to the wet sloppy sounds of the throat-fucking his son was receiving just behind me. I continued to drive into the sleepy suburban neighborhood we lived in, and after a few turns, pulled into the driveway of a my normal looking suburban home. I activated the automatic garage door and pulled into the garage and parked. The garage door slowly closed, sealing us off from the outside world. The family garage would be a place where we wouldn't be disturbed. I turned off the engine and listened. The wet sloppy sounds of throat fucking continued for a few more moments then it stopped. I stared into the mirror as I watched the passenger turn my son around. The overhead garage light illuminated them through the sunroof. Their sweaty bodies highlighted by the dim lighting. The passenger pushed my son's shoulders down onto the backseat, causing Jacob's ass to arch up. The man grabbed a bottle of silicon lube I had placed in the door pocket. There was a sharp intake of air from my son as the boy felt the man dribble the lube over his little, upturned pucker then started rubbing it in with his lubed up fingers. My son let out a long groan, "Oooooohhh..." signaling the passenger was slowly pushing a finger inside him. Then the man started working it around deeper and deeper into my boy until he was up to the second joint. Then the passenger quickly added a second finger causing my boy to moan out once more. I turned around and could see the passenger twisting his two lubed up fingers inside Jacob's hole, stretching it open. My boy kept making small little whimpers and grunts each time the passenger's finger would bottom out inside his hole. The passenger look at me and grinned as he continued to finger fuck Jacob's boy pussy with long slow strokes. My boy suddenly let out a lust filled whimper, "Ohhhhuuughh..." as he pushed back against the passenger's probing fingers, impaling himself completely on the pervy man's two adult digits. The passenger reached into the door pocket with his free hand and pulled out a bottle of poppers and unscrewed it. He brought the small brown bottle under the boy's nose. "Sniff, and hold it in," the passenger commanded. Jacob obeyed, inhaling a good whiff of the potent fumes, then holding his breath. I could see my boy's body relax as the poppers hit his adolescent brain. The passenger took advantage of this and slipped in a third finger. The boy exhaled with a long low moan, "Oooooooohhhh..." My cock throbbed in my pants as I watched the passenger's three fingers sink all the way into my son. Then his knuckles started twisting and turning in between my son's pert butt cheeks, working them around inside my kid. The passenger removed his fingers and leaned over Jacob, lining up his throbbing, drooling 8 inch shaft with my son's dilated hole. The man nudged his bulbous cock-head between my boy's little butt cheeks as he held the bottle under Jacob's nose once more. My son instinctively inhaled and held his breath, but let out a small whimper as he felt the man's cock-head press against his butt hole. Jacob realized at that moment, his ass was about to be taken. I knew my son was no virgin, but I also knew the passenger's cock would certainly test his limits. The passenger took his time and slowly applied pressure. Jacob suddenly yelped out loudly as the passenger's cock-head finally slipped into my boy's impossibly small entrance. Jacob's body jerked as he tried to scramble away, but the passenger held my son firmly in place as he kept pushing in. "AAAAAAAAAHH DADDEEEEE!!!" Jacob moaned out in both a mixture of pleasure and pain as he felt the huge adult shaft stretching his insides wider and deeper than any cock before. I watched in the rear view mirror as inch after inch of the passenger's thick 8 inch shaft disappear inside my son's 10 year old boy pussy. Before I knew it, the passenger's hips were pressed firmly against Jacob's smooth upturned butt cheeks. My boy was now completely impaled on the man's adult member, his insides now stretched wider than it ever been before. The boy babbled, "Oh God! Daddy! It's so big! ITS SO BIG! UUUGH!... " as the passenger held himself balls deep in my son. I pulled my erection out and started stroking my leaking cock. "You like my cock, boy?" The passenger grunted triumphantly. Jacob whimpered unintelligibly in response, the sensations of being stretched wide open overloading his brain. Then the passenger started to slowly pump his hard shaft in and out of Jacob's straining boy hole. My boy's whimpering turned into moaning and panting as he started pushing back against the passenger's steady thrusts. I could see my son sniffing on the popper bottle while grinding his hips back. Jacob was moaning and mewing like a cat in heat with every increasingly hard fuck the passenger gave him. I started to feel the heavy two ton car rock back and forth as the passenger's fucking grew harder and harder! The sounds of skin slapping, boyish moans and manly grunts filled the interior of the car. My son and this total stranger were totally immersed in the moment. Both focused on the fuck. I stroked my cock in time with the passenger's thrusts as his fucking grew into a more frenzied pace. "UUUUUGH!!" My boy suddenly arched his back and convulsed, pushing back hard against the passenger's thrusts. I could see my son's cock twitching as a few drops of clear liquid dripped from the end, forming a puddle below him on the black leather seat. Suddenly, the passenger slammed into my boy hard and threw his head back, grunting like a wild animal as his hands gripped Jacob's hips tightly. I knew the passenger's cock was twitching and spewing inside my boy, flooding my son's boy pussy with hot man cum. After a few more small jabs, the passenger finally collapsed onto the boy, breathless and sweaty. The interior of the car smelled of poppers and sex as the man hugged my son into his adult sized body. The passenger looked at me with wild, lust filled eyes, "Leave the keys on the seat, and get out. I'm not done with him yet." I looked at my son. The boy was drooling with heavy eyes staring off into space, completely oblivious to us. My son was in his own world of sex enhanced euphoria. I left the car keys on the passenger seat and got out of the car. As soon as I closed the door, I heard the locks click, sealing me off from my son and the debauchery that was happening to him in the backseat. I quickly got naked, my hard cock pulsing as I moved over to the back windows. I knelt against the car pressing my erection against the warm metal as I peered into the fogged up backseat window. I could see their sweaty bodies highlighted by the garage light shining through the sunroof. The foggy windows giving the perverted scene a soft heavenly glow. I watched the passenger flip my listless son onto his back, then moved over him, placing the boy's legs on his shoulders. The passenger lined his throbbing shaft up to the Jacob's swollen anus and slowly pushed in. The boy started to moan, but the passenger leaned down and smothered my boy's mouth with his, stifling Jacob's moaning. The two instantly started a hot, tongue dueling kiss as the passenger kept pushing in. I heard my son let out a low muffled groan into the passenger's mouth as the man bottomed out in my boy once more. The man held his position as he kept kissing my pinned boy. Then, without warning, he gave my son a sharp jab with his cock, causing the boy to grunt into the man's mouth. "MMUPH!!!" He jabbed again. "MMUPH!!!" The passenger kept jabbing and pausing, stimulating the newly stretched deeper parts of my boy's pussy. Then the man transitioned into a steady, seductive rhythm. It looked so hot as the passenger's hips undulating like a snake. "MMUPH!!!" "MMUPH!!!" "MMUPH!!!" My boy's arms and legs jerked around the man's body with each sensuous fuck. As the passenger kept fucking, Jaocb's muffled grunts turned into moans, causing the man to shove his tongue as deep as he could into the boy's mouth. "MMMMMMMMPPH...MMMMMMMMPPH...MMMMMMMMPPH..." My boy moaned around the man's tongue as the passenger started pumping his cock in and out of his boy pussy with long purposeful strokes. I could hear my boy's muffled grunts and groans through the glass, timed with every deep thrusts the passenger made into him. "MMMMMMMM...MMMMMMMMPPH...MMMMMMMM..." I could feel the movement of their fuck as I felt the car rock against my cock. My drooling pre-cum lubing my cock as it slid against the undulating vehicle. "MMMMMMMM...MMMMMMMM...MMMMMMMM..." The man never missed a beat with his fucking as he held the popper bottle under my son's nose while thrusting wildly. "Sniff." The passenger grunted. My boy inhaled several deep hits between fucks, then his eyes rolled back in his head as the poppers attacked his brain. The passenger never stopping his pumping during all this. "Ooohh... Ooohh... Ooohh..." Jacob continuously moaned with each thrust as the poppers hit him. Suddenly, the boy's arms and legs wrap tightly around the passenger's sweaty, undulating body as I heard my son squeak out. "Fuck... me..." The passenger lowered his body down and started biting the boy's neck while growling like an animal. I could barely see my little boy, almost completely obscured by the perverted man fucking him. Then I started hearing loud boyish yips and grunts timed with the sharp thrusts the passenger was making. The perv was training my boy. Guiding the child into the darker waters of lust and passion. Showing him what fucking is truly about. I started grinding my throbbing cock against the black, warm surface of the vehicle, humping against the car as I watched the undulating bodies of the my son and the passenger. I loved what I was seeing. My son was getting fucked by a random stranger, a fellow perv, a boy lover. I'd been fucking my son regularly, but I knew my son needed more. Now my boy was getting what he always wanted, the perfect birthday present. The passenger and my son were in a pure sexual frenzy. Their sweaty bodies sliding and slapping against each other, their moans of passion growing louder and louder from inside. I humped harder against the rocking of the car. "Cum for daddy..." I mumbled as if cheering my son on in a game. "Cum for the nice man..." I mumbled again as if they could hear me. I could hear them as the passenger's grunts grew louder and more pointed. Then the man started babbling into my son's neck as he kept thrusting. "I'm... fucking you... taking you... you're all... mine... now... ALL!! MINE!! UUUGGGHH!!!" The passenger threw his head back and made one final stab deep into my boy's body, his muscular butt cheeks flexing hard. I could see my son's arms and legs gripping the passenger's straining body as the man pumped his second load deep into my boy. The sight of my son being bred by a total stranger for a second time pushed me over the edge. "UUUGGHH!!" I grunted as my cock erupted against the side of the car, shooting several good loads against the vehicle until I finally stopped and staggered back against the repair bench. I stared at the fogged up car windows, wondering how long they would be in there. Should I stop them? Should I let the man keep fucking my pride and joy? But I knew better not to interrupt the man. He paid top dollar for the ride. Plus, there was noway to get into the car. The keys were locked inside with them. I'd have to wait for them to come out. I stayed naked as I circled around the front of the car, heading for the kitchen door. I glanced through the windshield and caught a glimpse of a glow from the back seat. It was a pipe being lit. I paused and watched as the highlighted passenger took a hit off the funny looking pipe with a bubble on the end. He held the hit in, then leaned down and covered my boy's mouth with his. Jacob let out a moan as the passenger pushed the smoke into the boy's open mouth, filling the boy's lungs with the mystery smoke. The two stayed lip locked, their arms and legs intertwined as they exchanged the smoke back and forth. A shutter ran through me knowing my young son was probably tweaking for the first time in his young life. As I headed inside the house, I turned and looked back at the car one last time. I was about to turn away when my son's sweaty face suddenly appeared pressed against the fogged up glass of the rear passenger window. I noticed my son's head pulsing against the glass as he gasped for air. The boy's hands suddenly appeared next to his undulating face, as if trying to brace himself against the fucking onslaught he was receiving. Then Jacob's face was pulled away from the window as the car started to rock once more. Muffled boyish moans quickly joined the rocking motion as the car windows completely fogged up once again. Another lust filled shudder rippled through me as I turned and stepped into the house and closed the door to the garage. I went into the kitchen and fixed myself a cup of coffee as if it was a completely normal day. The only difference was that I was naked and hard, and my son was getting fucked by a complete stranger in the backseat of our family car. I sat at the kitchen table and leaned back in the chair, stroking my cock, thinking about the pure debauchery of the moment. I reached for the butter and scooped up a wad and lubed up my cock and started stroking, replaying ever sight and sound from the past hour. Visualizing that huge cock plowing mercilessly in and out of my son's young boy hole. All these nasty thoughts pushed him over the edge. Even after the earlier cum, I shot huge gobs of cum all over my stomach. After 45 minutes, the door to the garage opened. The passenger walked in with Jacob hugging the man. They were both drenched in sweat. I noticed my son's arms and legs were wrapped tightly around the man's body. I also noticed my son was still impaled on the man's thick erection. Cum was dripping off the boy's ass as the man approached me. The passenger asked in a lusty tone, "Where's his room?" "Uh... this way." I got up and led the man through the house in a daze. Why did he want to take my son to his bedroom? I led them down the hallway to the last open door, "This is his room." The man walked into the bedroom decorated with Fortnite and Marvel posters on the wall. He turned and faced me still holding my son in his arms. I asked meekly, "What are you... going to do with him?" The passenger looked directly into my eyes as he reached down and stroked my cock, "Nothing you haven't done already." Then the passenger released my cock and stepped back into Jacob's bedroom. He grinned deviously, "Now to give him my last birthday present." Then he slowly closed the door and locked it. The first sounds I heard came from the two laying down on the bed. There was some shuffling, then the sounds of the bed squeaking started, followed by moans and groans from my son. It didn't take long before the sounds of the headboard banging against the wall started... Rough... Hard... BANG! BANG! BANG! I pressed my ear against the bedroom door, stroking my shaft to the rhythm of the sounds of the rough merciless fucking my newly 10 year old son was receiving. Only this time it was in his own bedroom, on his own bed. The same bed I'd first fucked him in three years ago. Jacob was squealing in his high pitched boyish voice, "AAHHHH! AAH! UHHH....AAAAAHHH! AAGH! FUCK... ME! AAAAAHHH!" I clearly heard the passenger's voice grunting under my son's squealing, "Yeah, feel my cock birthday boy? It's what you always wanted. My cock inside you..." My excitement grew with every squeak of the bed springs, every slam of the headboard, and every boyish squeal. I could picture the passenger's muscular body on top of my son's smooth 10 year old body. My son's legs bent back, his feet bobbing back and forth on the passenger's shoulders as that thick 8 inch cock slammed in and out of my son's boy pussy. My son just kept moaning out, both in pleasure and pain. The images pushed me over the edge as I started shooting another big load all over my son's locked bedroom door. The second cum calmed me down as I started to breath a little easier. But there was no let up from inside my son's bedroom. I went to my office and grabbed a joint from my stash, then returned to the living room and sat down on the couch. I could still hear the banging of the headboard and my son's grunts from down the hallway as I lit the joint and took a big hit. Then I heard my son scream, "UUUHH! FUCK ME HARDER! HARDER!" The I heard my son's grunts go up a few levels as if his breath was being literally fucked out of him. "UUUUHHH!... UUUUHHH!... UUUUHHH!..." I took a few more hits as my cock sprung back to life listening to the sounds of my son's merciless birthday fucking. I heard the man grunt loudly, "UUUGGHH!!!" then the house became eerily quiet. After a few minutes I heard my son's bedroom door unlock and open. The passenger walked out of the hallway and approached me on the couch, his cock still wet and semi hard from the fuck. He stood in front of me and grinned, "He's sleeping." I looked at the deflating shaft that was just in my son. The passenger smirked, "Clean it." I didn't hesitate, as I leaned forward and took his cock completely into my mouth, sucking the cum and my boy's ass juices off his wilted shaft until it was clean. I could feel it start to stiffen in my mouth as I kept sucking on it. The man stepped back, letting his rejuvenated shaft slip from my mouth. "Thanks dad, gonna get dressed and call an Uber." the man paused and turned, making eye contact with me. "I want to fuck him again," then he turned and walked into the kitchen and out into the garage. I got up and walked down the dimly lit hallway to my son's bedroom. The strong smell of sex hit me as I entered my kid's bedroom and stood over his bed. I stroked my erection as I took in the sight of my naked, newly 10 year old son, lying on his stomach across his Spider-Man bed sheets. The boy's sweaty head was turned away, his beautiful, cum covered bubble butt still sticking up in the air. I could easily see Jacob's sloppy hole. It was still wide open and drooling with the passenger's man cum. I climbed on top of my passed out son, lining up my 6 inch daddy cock with his wide open, leaking boy hole. Jacob stirred as I easily slid into his used boy pussy. Then I started to slowly and sensuously fuck my boy. "Oh Daddy..." Jacob moaned as he felt me pumping into him. "Did you like your present?" "Yesssss..." my boy hissed blissfully. "I loved watching you enjoy your present." I huffed into my son's ear as I started to fuck him faster. "Yesss, daddeee..." the boy moaned approvingly, "I loved it soooo much!" as he arched his butt up for me. We kept fucking. Pumping, and pushing against each other. Our incestuous fucking and moaning getting stronger and stronger. Jacob clutched his Spider-Man bed sheets as he kept pushing back, letting out high pitched squeals. I knew my boy's extra energy was from the smoke he shared with the pervy passenger. I fucked my son like a wild animal, slamming my hips hard against his upturned ass, making him grunt with every thrust. It was as if my body was claiming him back. Showing him daddy still had it. Just as I felt my balls about to erupt, I glanced over at my son's laptop on his desk. The little green light was glowing, signaling the camera was on. The thought of everything being recorded for pervs around the world pushed me over the edge. I started to cum inside my son's used boy pussy. I wanted the world to see it. I collapsed on top of Jacob and whispered, "Happy Birthday, son." Jacob looked at me with heavy, tired eyes and smiled, "Thank you daddy, that was the best gift ever..." Then he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. I slowly pulled my cock out of my son. He let out a soft moan of pleasure as he rolled over and snuggled into his blankets. I stared at his smooth backside. Those perfectly shaped butt cheeks covered in cum, smooth long legs, and adorable sexy feet. I had to leave before I was tempted to fuck him again. I quietly exited my son's bedroom and staggered back to my office. I checked to make sure all the cameras, both in the car and in my son's bedroom, had captured all the sexy taboo action. That first video of what happened to my son in the backseat became legendary in world of the dark web. It earned me high praise, generous donations, and lots of requests to take a ride with my son. I also loved the thought that so many perverted men, boys, and even some women, were getting off on the video. Video of my own son, being molested in the backseat of the family car. But this was just the start. To be continued? * Comments: * [email protected] * Please Donate to Support Nifty! 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<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Tue, 14 Feb 2023 16:46:10 -0500 (EST) From: Graphmuse <[email protected]> Subject: The Back Seat This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males and females older and younger than 18. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. In addition, do not forget to donate to Nifty. Help keep these stories free and available! Support Nifty! Please understand this is a work of fiction. The actions described in the story are not real, encouraged, or condoned in real life. Its just a story kids. I hope you enjoy it. The Back Seat � Chapter 1 It was a beautiful summer day as I drove my black Chevy Impala through the city park. I pulled up and stopped my dark tinted car near a man sitting on a park bench. The casually dressed man got up and walked over to my car and got into the backseat. I slowly drove off. It all looked so innocent and unassuming. But it wasn't... It was quiet in the car, only the low murmur of the car's powerful engine filled the interior. I concentrated on the road, not glancing back in the rear view mirror, giving my new passenger his privacy. I slowly drove the car out of the city park and onto a busy avenue, still not speaking a word to my passenger. After about a mile I heard shuffling in the backseat, followed by the sounds of kissing and soft boyish moans. I entered onto the freeway and headed north as the sounds continued from the back seat. Once on the freeway and cruising at a comfortable speed, I finally looked back in the rear view mirror. What I saw caused my cock to harden. The passenger was hugging and kissing a young boy sitting next to him, his tongue exploring the boy's mouth. I caught the moment the passenger ran one of his hands up into the loose leg holes of the boy's baggy shorts. The passenger knew I was watching but didn't care. "Mmmph," the boy gasped into the passenger's mouth as the stranger found the boy's small erection. I knew the boy wasn't wearing any underwear. The boy spread his smooth skinny legs wider, allowing the passenger even easier access to his most private parts. The boy was clearly enjoying this handsome stranger's touch. I focused back on the road as the traffic on the freeway began to slow to a crawl, inching along, just like the passenger's fingers were doing to the boy's erection. The continuous boyish moans from the backseat caused me to glance back once again. I couldn't see their faces, the passenger's body was blocking my view of their kissing. But I could clearly see the undulating bulge of the man's hand, stretching out the front of the boy's shorts as the passenger openly molested him. I pictured the passenger's feathery touches as he ran the tips of his fingers over the boy's sensitive member, sending shivers through the young boy's body. I turned my attention back to the freeway, adjusting my cock as I navigating the car through traffic. I noticed movement and heard the sounds of shifting bodies and clothes being removed. I quickly glanced in the mirror and saw brief flashes of bare flesh pop into view. They were moving into a more intimate position. I knew I wouldn't miss too much, not with all the hidden cameras in the backseat. Then traffic on the freeway came to a complete stop. The car was now totally quiet except for wet sucking sounds and soft boyish moans coming from the backseat. As I waited for the traffic to move I angled the rear view mirror down and could see they were both completely naked. The passenger was laying across the rear seat on his back, the boy was laying on top of him in a 69 position. The passenger's big hands were cupping the boy's clenching butt cheeks, his head was buried in the boy's crotch, hungrily slurping and sucking on the boy's little cocklet and balls. The boy had his mouth stuffed full of the passenger's impressive 8 inch cock trying to get more of it in. I could tell the boy was having trouble taking that huge cock. He would gag every time the fat cock-head hit the back of his throat. But the boy didn't stop though. He just kept pulling back, refocus, then going back down again. Getting more and more of it down his throat with each attempt. The boy's persistence caused me to beam with fatherly pride as I felt my 6 inch cock throb inside his pants. I knew it was the biggest cock my boy had ever encountered. I focused back on the road, thinking back to when I first met the passenger through a Telegram group. We shared our secret desires for boys, and eventually, I mentioned my son and our incestuous relationship. I told the man how my son had been enjoying my six inch cock over the past three years, but now was eager to experience a cock much bigger than mine. The man mentioned he had an 8 inch cock and wondered if my son would want to explore it. I told him I would gladly mention it to him and see what he thinks. A week later, just before Jacob's 10th birthday, we were resting in his bed after a wild fuck. I mentioned I had an idea for his birthday. Jacob seemed uninterested as first. But then I explained about the man's offer, and his huge 8 inch cock, and a possible meet up with him as a birthday present. Jacob's eyes grew wide as a big grin grew across his face. He loved the idea, and desperately begged me to meet this mystery man with the big long cock. I set it and here we are today, his birthday. To be honest, I thought my son would back out once he got to see it in person. But the actions happening in the backseat proved me wrong. I heard the passenger groan approvingly, "Yesss..." I glanced back and could see the passenger had re-positioned himself and was now sitting back on the right side of the bench seat. My son was in between the man's thighs with more than half of the passenger's shaft down his throat. My son's gagging had now stopped as the boy kept pulling back and swallowing, working his way further and further down the passenger's erect shaft. I took the turnoff and exited the freeway. As I stopped at the light I heard the passenger groan. "Mmmmmm... so tight." I glanced back in the rear view mirror and saw my son's face pressed into the man's crotch. My paternal pride grew even more, as I saw that my son had successfully taken the man's 8 inch cock entirely down his throat. The passenger held the boy's head in place and started making short slow thrusts in and out of the boy's mouth. Jacob had a look of concentration as he tried to relax and squeeze his throat, milking the man's shaft just like I had taught him. I could also see my son's throat bulging out with each thrust as my boy breathed heavily through his nostrils. I focused back on my driving as the light turned green, listening to the wet sloppy sounds of the throat-fucking his son was receiving just behind me. I continued to drive into the sleepy suburban neighborhood we lived in, and after a few turns, pulled into the driveway of a my normal looking suburban home. I activated the automatic garage door and pulled into the garage and parked. The garage door slowly closed, sealing us off from the outside world. The family garage would be a place where we wouldn't be disturbed. I turned off the engine and listened. The wet sloppy sounds of throat fucking continued for a few more moments then it stopped. I stared into the mirror as I watched the passenger turn my son around. The overhead garage light illuminated them through the sunroof. Their sweaty bodies highlighted by the dim lighting. The passenger pushed my son's shoulders down onto the backseat, causing Jacob's ass to arch up. The man grabbed a bottle of silicon lube I had placed in the door pocket. There was a sharp intake of air from my son as the boy felt the man dribble the lube over his little, upturned pucker then started rubbing it in with his lubed up fingers. My son let out a long groan, "Oooooohhh..." signaling the passenger was slowly pushing a finger inside him. Then the man started working it around deeper and deeper into my boy until he was up to the second joint. Then the passenger quickly added a second finger causing my boy to moan out once more. I turned around and could see the passenger twisting his two lubed up fingers inside Jacob's hole, stretching it open. My boy kept making small little whimpers and grunts each time the passenger's finger would bottom out inside his hole. The passenger look at me and grinned as he continued to finger fuck Jacob's boy pussy with long slow strokes. My boy suddenly let out a lust filled whimper, "Ohhhhuuughh..." as he pushed back against the passenger's probing fingers, impaling himself completely on the pervy man's two adult digits. The passenger reached into the door pocket with his free hand and pulled out a bottle of poppers and unscrewed it. He brought the small brown bottle under the boy's nose. "Sniff, and hold it in," the passenger commanded. Jacob obeyed, inhaling a good whiff of the potent fumes, then holding his breath. I could see my boy's body relax as the poppers hit his adolescent brain. The passenger took advantage of this and slipped in a third finger. The boy exhaled with a long low moan, "Oooooooohhhh..." My cock throbbed in my pants as I watched the passenger's three fingers sink all the way into my son. Then his knuckles started twisting and turning in between my son's pert butt cheeks, working them around inside my kid. The passenger removed his fingers and leaned over Jacob, lining up his throbbing, drooling 8 inch shaft with my son's dilated hole. The man nudged his bulbous cock-head between my boy's little butt cheeks as he held the bottle under Jacob's nose once more. My son instinctively inhaled and held his breath, but let out a small whimper as he felt the man's cock-head press against his butt hole. Jacob realized at that moment, his ass was about to be taken. I knew my son was no virgin, but I also knew the passenger's cock would certainly test his limits. The passenger took his time and slowly applied pressure. Jacob suddenly yelped out loudly as the passenger's cock-head finally slipped into my boy's impossibly small entrance. Jacob's body jerked as he tried to scramble away, but the passenger held my son firmly in place as he kept pushing in. "AAAAAAAAAHH DADDEEEEE!!!" Jacob moaned out in both a mixture of pleasure and pain as he felt the huge adult shaft stretching his insides wider and deeper than any cock before. I watched in the rear view mirror as inch after inch of the passenger's thick 8 inch shaft disappear inside my son's 10 year old boy pussy. Before I knew it, the passenger's hips were pressed firmly against Jacob's smooth upturned butt cheeks. My boy was now completely impaled on the man's adult member, his insides now stretched wider than it ever been before. The boy babbled, "Oh God! Daddy! It's so big! ITS SO BIG! UUUGH!... " as the passenger held himself balls deep in my son. I pulled my erection out and started stroking my leaking cock. "You like my cock, boy?" The passenger grunted triumphantly. Jacob whimpered unintelligibly in response, the sensations of being stretched wide open overloading his brain. Then the passenger started to slowly pump his hard shaft in and out of Jacob's straining boy hole. My boy's whimpering turned into moaning and panting as he started pushing back against the passenger's steady thrusts. I could see my son sniffing on the popper bottle while grinding his hips back. Jacob was moaning and mewing like a cat in heat with every increasingly hard fuck the passenger gave him. I started to feel the heavy two ton car rock back and forth as the passenger's fucking grew harder and harder! The sounds of skin slapping, boyish moans and manly grunts filled the interior of the car. My son and this total stranger were totally immersed in the moment. Both focused on the fuck. I stroked my cock in time with the passenger's thrusts as his fucking grew into a more frenzied pace. "UUUUUGH!!" My boy suddenly arched his back and convulsed, pushing back hard against the passenger's thrusts. I could see my son's cock twitching as a few drops of clear liquid dripped from the end, forming a puddle below him on the black leather seat. Suddenly, the passenger slammed into my boy hard and threw his head back, grunting like a wild animal as his hands gripped Jacob's hips tightly. I knew the passenger's cock was twitching and spewing inside my boy, flooding my son's boy pussy with hot man cum. After a few more small jabs, the passenger finally collapsed onto the boy, breathless and sweaty. The interior of the car smelled of poppers and sex as the man hugged my son into his adult sized body. The passenger looked at me with wild, lust filled eyes, "Leave the keys on the seat, and get out. I'm not done with him yet." I looked at my son. The boy was drooling with heavy eyes staring off into space, completely oblivious to us. My son was in his own world of sex enhanced euphoria. I left the car keys on the passenger seat and got out of the car. As soon as I closed the door, I heard the locks click, sealing me off from my son and the debauchery that was happening to him in the backseat. I quickly got naked, my hard cock pulsing as I moved over to the back windows. I knelt against the car pressing my erection against the warm metal as I peered into the fogged up backseat window. I could see their sweaty bodies highlighted by the garage light shining through the sunroof. The foggy windows giving the perverted scene a soft heavenly glow. I watched the passenger flip my listless son onto his back, then moved over him, placing the boy's legs on his shoulders. The passenger lined his throbbing shaft up to the Jacob's swollen anus and slowly pushed in. The boy started to moan, but the passenger leaned down and smothered my boy's mouth with his, stifling Jacob's moaning. The two instantly started a hot, tongue dueling kiss as the passenger kept pushing in. I heard my son let out a low muffled groan into the passenger's mouth as the man bottomed out in my boy once more. The man held his position as he kept kissing my pinned boy. Then, without warning, he gave my son a sharp jab with his cock, causing the boy to grunt into the man's mouth. "MMUPH!!!" He jabbed again. "MMUPH!!!" The passenger kept jabbing and pausing, stimulating the newly stretched deeper parts of my boy's pussy. Then the man transitioned into a steady, seductive rhythm. It looked so hot as the passenger's hips undulating like a snake. "MMUPH!!!" "MMUPH!!!" "MMUPH!!!" My boy's arms and legs jerked around the man's body with each sensuous fuck. As the passenger kept fucking, Jaocb's muffled grunts turned into moans, causing the man to shove his tongue as deep as he could into the boy's mouth. "MMMMMMMMPPH...MMMMMMMMPPH...MMMMMMMMPPH..." My boy moaned around the man's tongue as the passenger started pumping his cock in and out of his boy pussy with long purposeful strokes. I could hear my boy's muffled grunts and groans through the glass, timed with every deep thrusts the passenger made into him. "MMMMMMMM...MMMMMMMMPPH...MMMMMMMM..." I could feel the movement of their fuck as I felt the car rock against my cock. My drooling pre-cum lubing my cock as it slid against the undulating vehicle. "MMMMMMMM...MMMMMMMM...MMMMMMMM..." The man never missed a beat with his fucking as he held the popper bottle under my son's nose while thrusting wildly. "Sniff." The passenger grunted. My boy inhaled several deep hits between fucks, then his eyes rolled back in his head as the poppers attacked his brain. The passenger never stopping his pumping during all this. "Ooohh... Ooohh... Ooohh..." Jacob continuously moaned with each thrust as the poppers hit him. Suddenly, the boy's arms and legs wrap tightly around the passenger's sweaty, undulating body as I heard my son squeak out. "Fuck... me..." The passenger lowered his body down and started biting the boy's neck while growling like an animal. I could barely see my little boy, almost completely obscured by the perverted man fucking him. Then I started hearing loud boyish yips and grunts timed with the sharp thrusts the passenger was making. The perv was training my boy. Guiding the child into the darker waters of lust and passion. Showing him what fucking is truly about. I started grinding my throbbing cock against the black, warm surface of the vehicle, humping against the car as I watched the undulating bodies of the my son and the passenger. I loved what I was seeing. My son was getting fucked by a random stranger, a fellow perv, a boy lover. I'd been fucking my son regularly, but I knew my son needed more. Now my boy was getting what he always wanted, the perfect birthday present. The passenger and my son were in a pure sexual frenzy. Their sweaty bodies sliding and slapping against each other, their moans of passion growing louder and louder from inside. I humped harder against the rocking of the car. "Cum for daddy..." I mumbled as if cheering my son on in a game. "Cum for the nice man..." I mumbled again as if they could hear me. I could hear them as the passenger's grunts grew louder and more pointed. Then the man started babbling into my son's neck as he kept thrusting. "I'm... fucking you... taking you... you're all... mine... now... ALL!! MINE!! UUUGGGHH!!!" The passenger threw his head back and made one final stab deep into my boy's body, his muscular butt cheeks flexing hard. I could see my son's arms and legs gripping the passenger's straining body as the man pumped his second load deep into my boy. The sight of my son being bred by a total stranger for a second time pushed me over the edge. "UUUGGHH!!" I grunted as my cock erupted against the side of the car, shooting several good loads against the vehicle until I finally stopped and staggered back against the repair bench. I stared at the fogged up car windows, wondering how long they would be in there. Should I stop them? Should I let the man keep fucking my pride and joy? But I knew better not to interrupt the man. He paid top dollar for the ride. Plus, there was noway to get into the car. The keys were locked inside with them. I'd have to wait for them to come out. I stayed naked as I circled around the front of the car, heading for the kitchen door. I glanced through the windshield and caught a glimpse of a glow from the back seat. It was a pipe being lit. I paused and watched as the highlighted passenger took a hit off the funny looking pipe with a bubble on the end. He held the hit in, then leaned down and covered my boy's mouth with his. Jacob let out a moan as the passenger pushed the smoke into the boy's open mouth, filling the boy's lungs with the mystery smoke. The two stayed lip locked, their arms and legs intertwined as they exchanged the smoke back and forth. A shutter ran through me knowing my young son was probably tweaking for the first time in his young life. As I headed inside the house, I turned and looked back at the car one last time. I was about to turn away when my son's sweaty face suddenly appeared pressed against the fogged up glass of the rear passenger window. I noticed my son's head pulsing against the glass as he gasped for air. The boy's hands suddenly appeared next to his undulating face, as if trying to brace himself against the fucking onslaught he was receiving. Then Jacob's face was pulled away from the window as the car started to rock once more. Muffled boyish moans quickly joined the rocking motion as the car windows completely fogged up once again. Another lust filled shudder rippled through me as I turned and stepped into the house and closed the door to the garage. I went into the kitchen and fixed myself a cup of coffee as if it was a completely normal day. The only difference was that I was naked and hard, and my son was getting fucked by a complete stranger in the backseat of our family car. I sat at the kitchen table and leaned back in the chair, stroking my cock, thinking about the pure debauchery of the moment. I reached for the butter and scooped up a wad and lubed up my cock and started stroking, replaying ever sight and sound from the past hour. Visualizing that huge cock plowing mercilessly in and out of my son's young boy hole. All these nasty thoughts pushed him over the edge. Even after the earlier cum, I shot huge gobs of cum all over my stomach. After 45 minutes, the door to the garage opened. The passenger walked in with Jacob hugging the man. They were both drenched in sweat. I noticed my son's arms and legs were wrapped tightly around the man's body. I also noticed my son was still impaled on the man's thick erection. Cum was dripping off the boy's ass as the man approached me. The passenger asked in a lusty tone, "Where's his room?" "Uh... this way." I got up and led the man through the house in a daze. Why did he want to take my son to his bedroom? I led them down the hallway to the last open door, "This is his room." The man walked into the bedroom decorated with Fortnite and Marvel posters on the wall. He turned and faced me still holding my son in his arms. I asked meekly, "What are you... going to do with him?" The passenger looked directly into my eyes as he reached down and stroked my cock, "Nothing you haven't done already." Then the passenger released my cock and stepped back into Jacob's bedroom. He grinned deviously, "Now to give him my last birthday present." Then he slowly closed the door and locked it. The first sounds I heard came from the two laying down on the bed. There was some shuffling, then the sounds of the bed squeaking started, followed by moans and groans from my son. It didn't take long before the sounds of the headboard banging against the wall started... Rough... Hard... BANG! BANG! BANG! I pressed my ear against the bedroom door, stroking my shaft to the rhythm of the sounds of the rough merciless fucking my newly 10 year old son was receiving. Only this time it was in his own bedroom, on his own bed. The same bed I'd first fucked him in three years ago. Jacob was squealing in his high pitched boyish voice, "AAHHHH! AAH! UHHH....AAAAAHHH! AAGH! FUCK... ME! AAAAAHHH!" I clearly heard the passenger's voice grunting under my son's squealing, "Yeah, feel my cock birthday boy? It's what you always wanted. My cock inside you..." My excitement grew with every squeak of the bed springs, every slam of the headboard, and every boyish squeal. I could picture the passenger's muscular body on top of my son's smooth 10 year old body. My son's legs bent back, his feet bobbing back and forth on the passenger's shoulders as that thick 8 inch cock slammed in and out of my son's boy pussy. My son just kept moaning out, both in pleasure and pain. The images pushed me over the edge as I started shooting another big load all over my son's locked bedroom door. The second cum calmed me down as I started to breath a little easier. But there was no let up from inside my son's bedroom. I went to my office and grabbed a joint from my stash, then returned to the living room and sat down on the couch. I could still hear the banging of the headboard and my son's grunts from down the hallway as I lit the joint and took a big hit. Then I heard my son scream, "UUUHH! FUCK ME HARDER! HARDER!" The I heard my son's grunts go up a few levels as if his breath was being literally fucked out of him. "UUUUHHH!... UUUUHHH!... UUUUHHH!..." I took a few more hits as my cock sprung back to life listening to the sounds of my son's merciless birthday fucking. I heard the man grunt loudly, "UUUGGHH!!!" then the house became eerily quiet. After a few minutes I heard my son's bedroom door unlock and open. The passenger walked out of the hallway and approached me on the couch, his cock still wet and semi hard from the fuck. He stood in front of me and grinned, "He's sleeping." I looked at the deflating shaft that was just in my son. The passenger smirked, "Clean it." I didn't hesitate, as I leaned forward and took his cock completely into my mouth, sucking the cum and my boy's ass juices off his wilted shaft until it was clean. I could feel it start to stiffen in my mouth as I kept sucking on it. The man stepped back, letting his rejuvenated shaft slip from my mouth. "Thanks dad, gonna get dressed and call an Uber." the man paused and turned, making eye contact with me. "I want to fuck him again," then he turned and walked into the kitchen and out into the garage. I got up and walked down the dimly lit hallway to my son's bedroom. The strong smell of sex hit me as I entered my kid's bedroom and stood over his bed. I stroked my erection as I took in the sight of my naked, newly 10 year old son, lying on his stomach across his Spider-Man bed sheets. The boy's sweaty head was turned away, his beautiful, cum covered bubble butt still sticking up in the air. I could easily see Jacob's sloppy hole. It was still wide open and drooling with the passenger's man cum. I climbed on top of my passed out son, lining up my 6 inch daddy cock with his wide open, leaking boy hole. Jacob stirred as I easily slid into his used boy pussy. Then I started to slowly and sensuously fuck my boy. "Oh Daddy..." Jacob moaned as he felt me pumping into him. "Did you like your present?" "Yesssss..." my boy hissed blissfully. "I loved watching you enjoy your present." I huffed into my son's ear as I started to fuck him faster. "Yesss, daddeee..." the boy moaned approvingly, "I loved it soooo much!" as he arched his butt up for me. We kept fucking. Pumping, and pushing against each other. Our incestuous fucking and moaning getting stronger and stronger. Jacob clutched his Spider-Man bed sheets as he kept pushing back, letting out high pitched squeals. I knew my boy's extra energy was from the smoke he shared with the pervy passenger. I fucked my son like a wild animal, slamming my hips hard against his upturned ass, making him grunt with every thrust. It was as if my body was claiming him back. Showing him daddy still had it. Just as I felt my balls about to erupt, I glanced over at my son's laptop on his desk. The little green light was glowing, signaling the camera was on. The thought of everything being recorded for pervs around the world pushed me over the edge. I started to cum inside my son's used boy pussy. I wanted the world to see it. I collapsed on top of Jacob and whispered, "Happy Birthday, son." Jacob looked at me with heavy, tired eyes and smiled, "Thank you daddy, that was the best gift ever..." Then he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. I slowly pulled my cock out of my son. He let out a soft moan of pleasure as he rolled over and snuggled into his blankets. I stared at his smooth backside. Those perfectly shaped butt cheeks covered in cum, smooth long legs, and adorable sexy feet. I had to leave before I was tempted to fuck him again. I quietly exited my son's bedroom and staggered back to my office. I checked to make sure all the cameras, both in the car and in my son's bedroom, had captured all the sexy taboo action. That first video of what happened to my son in the backseat became legendary in world of the dark web. It earned me high praise, generous donations, and lots of requests to take a ride with my son. I also loved the thought that so many perverted men, boys, and even some women, were getting off on the video. Video of my own son, being molested in the backseat of the family car. But this was just the start. To be continued? * Comments: * [email protected] * Please Donate to Support Nifty! Keep it free! * * * * * Other stories: * Checkmated (Adult-youth) * Watching the Boys (Adult-youth) * Thumping Time (Adult-youth) * I Want You To Watch (Adult-youth) * Hot Summer Daze (Adult-youth) * South By Southwest (Adult-youth) * Squeezing the Periphery (Adult-youth) * Swimming for The Team (Highschool) * The Thirsty Boy (Sci-Fi) * The Merger (Sci-Fi) * An Agreement Between Brothers (Incest) * </[email protected]> </div></div>
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Harry Potter and the Loo of Desire Chapter 19 This work is a parody of J.K Rowling's Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, and it is not endorsed by either J.K. Rowling or her publishers. As a parody, this work is protected under the Fair Use Doctrine. The characterizations in this work deviate significantly from the original, and this does not imply these characterizations exist in the original work. The author received no financial compensation or endorsements for the production of this work. All characters in this story are fictional. This story depicts sexual acts between consenting minor males. This story is meant for entertainment purposes only and in no way reflects reality. Please be aware of local laws or ordinances that may prohibit the reading of such material. Comments regarding the story may be sent to dricshae(at)gmail(dot)com Please support Nifty with donations if able. DONATE HERE (A Parody) Chapter 19: The Pooch That Took It Up the Bum When the effects of the fire water wore off, Harry fell apart. Even threats from Professor Dumbledore could not make headway with Harry. He finally got released to the care of Madam Pomfrey and Neville who, once he found Harry, would not leave his side. In the infirmary, the head healer knocked him out cold. Harry drifted through a dreamless dark void for what seemed like years. However, it did nothing to soothe his battered emotions or spirit. He did not feel rested either when he woke. "Harry?" Neville gently said his name. "I can still see his face, Neville. His eyes... no life in them. Why? Why did he run out from hiding? What was he thinking?" Harry blankly stated as sunlight spread throughout the infirmary from the high, arched windows. "I don't know, but Ass Cleft was brave. He might've thought you were in danger," his boyfriend responded. Harry rolled over, buried is face in Neville's lap, and let the grief pour through him yet again. He still could not fully accept Ass Cleft's death, especially under the conditions in which it happened. As he wept, Neville stroked his hair and spoke comforting, loving words. Harry knew he would be completely lost without the steady, sure presence of the quiet teenager who held him. Madam Pomfrey seemed to understand that Neville did more for Harry than any medicine. The woman expertly healed his arm and only a faint light line remained where Wormdick sliced him open. Even the minor cuts and nicks got repaired. Yet Pomfrey could not reach inside of Harry and dispel the agony he felt. Neville could. She let them be and never complained about the fact Neville pushed two beds together and lashed them tight. It became an oasis for Harry. In the middle of the second day of Harry's stay in the infirmary, he received two visitors. Diktor Kum and Foul DelaCunt called on him. They said both schools planned on departing that afternoon, and neither could leave without checking in on him first. Foul stood by the foot of his bed, and Diktor by the head. "It is a terrible thing what happened to Ass Cleft, no?" Foul quietly and, for her, gently raised the issue. "'Ee was a brave boy like you, `Arry." "Yeah, he was. Thanks for noticing," Harry replied and ignored the look she threw at him. "Do either of you know why he ran out like that?" "No," Diktor rumbled. Foul shook her head from side to side. "I suppose I should thank you for saving me after seeing what `Ee-Who-Must-Not-Be-Fucked did to you and Ass Cleft," the young woman stated in a flat manner. "You're welcome, Foul. Even though you weren't very nice to me the whole time, I couldn't let Holdequart kill you as well," Harry thanked her and explained. "What do you mean I was not nice to you? Sacre bleu, `Arree! I am always nice to you, you spoiled little boy! It is rude of you, yes. Very rude to say zese to me! After all we go through together you think I am not nice!" Foul ranted and stomped her feet several times before she whirled around and stormed out of the infirmary. Harry found it within him to find it humorous. He guessed she found making farewells difficult and masked it with feigned anger. A glance at Diktor revealed the young man smirking in a knowing fashion as he stared at the door through which Foul departed. The Bulgarian glanced down at him. "She likes you, Harry," he said in his heavy accent. "I am thinking she maybe admires you." "I wouldn't go that far," Harry demurred, but he meant it. Diktor then sat on the edge of his bed, and took one Harry's hands between his. The famed fappitch player squeezed it. His dark eyes seemed troubled. "You are brother to me now, Harry Potter," Diktor said with a catch in his voice. "I live because you showed no fear." "I was scared to death, Diktor. I thought I was going to die every second. After what he did to Ced..." and Harry could not finish. Diktor squeezed his hand again. Harry saw tears roll out of the stunningly dark eyes that always seemed so mysterious. Cedric's death clearly affected the brawny teenager just as deeply. It seemed a bond between them because both claimed Cedric Diggory as a friend. "Do not lose touch with me. You are in my family, and I have love for you as for all blood. My home, my table... my heart is always open to you, Harry. You are bravest person I ever know, and I will know you all my life," the Bulgarian told him with tremendous intensity. "I love you, too, Diktor. I'll keep in touch. I swear. You... you were there. You know. I will never forget you," Harry replied as more tears streaked down his face. Diktor leaned over, took the younger wizard's face in his hands, and gently touched his lips to Harry's. While not as passionate a kiss as he would share with Neville, Harry felt something very deep and meaningful in the gesture. He kissed the stalwart teenager in return. After a quarter of a minute, Diktor leaned back. He nodded his head. Harry's bobbed as well. They both then glanced at Neville who wore an expression Harry never saw on his boyfriend's face. Diktor stood and walked around to the other side of the double-bed occupied by Neville. The Bulgarian took Neville's face in his hands and kissed him for a few seconds. When he straightened, Harry watched the two regard each other. "He loves you like nobody I ever know," Diktor told Neville. "I think you love him in same way. This is good. Always be good to him. Harry is my brother. I tell you as promise: hurt him and I will break every bone in your body. I will not kill you, but you will have pain all your days. Keep him safe for us, you and me. Da?" Neville's head bobbed up and down. Harry saw tremendous uncertainty on Neville's face, and it seemed reasonable. Harry did not doubt for a moment Diktor meant what he said. Diktor walked to the end of the bed. He stood gazing at the two. "I think now we need all those we can trust. This Dork Lord is not done. He will do more, and many will suffer. I worry for you, Harry, and... and maybe not as much as I think. There is something in you He-Who-Must... Holdequart takes scare from. Never stop fighting him, Harry. Never!" Diktor fiercely said and slam a fist into an open hand. "Not after this. Not after Cedric. I'll do everything I can to stop him!" Harry vowed. "Me, too," Neville said in such a quiet voice it carried more weight than if he shouted. "He's hurt the people I love, and Holdequart must pay." Diktor's head moved up and down once. Without another word he turned and walked away. His boot heals tapped out a sharp report. Harry and Neville watched him depart in silence. When the large door closed, they turned to each other. "You really are going to fight him, aren't you?" Neville queried in a worried voice. "I don't have a choice. He'll come after me, Neville. I think Diktor is right: there's something about me that frightens him. Holdequart's been trying to kill me since I was baby, and I can't think of any reason why he'd stop now," Harry replied. "Harry, when I said he hurt the people I love..." "I know, Neville," he interjected. "I've known for a while what he did to you father and mother and their husband and wife. I think that makes what he did to you worse than what he did to me. My parents aren't suffering." Neville nodded as his eyes filled with water. "That's why I know you're serious as well. Maybe it's not fair it became our job, but we need to avenge those people he hurt and killed. We need to stop him. If we don't, who will?" It seemed preposterous two teenaged boys made a vow to take down one of the most powerful dark wizards the western world ever encountered. Harry knew Holdequart acted out of malice he felt for anyone who did not endure a physical malformation like his. The insane man saw it as both his duty and right to inflict that on others. Any who stood in his way Holdequart saw as disposable. He ordered Cedric's death without even knowing the young man. Harry heard stories from others at Snogwarts regarding Holdequart's indifference to the suffering of others, a warped malice toward everyone, but seeing him casually murder people, the woman named Becky and Ass Cleft in particular, simply hardened Harry's resolve to end the reign of terror once and for all. At the following Friday evening meal in the great hall, an unusual subdued hush filled the enormous space. People only whispered to one another when they spoke. Even the ghosts appeared nervous. Harry could not imagine why as he sat surrounded by his friends who seemed to think they could build a wall of people around him to keep him safe. Futile as the gesture might be, he appreciated it all the more. When the main course disappeared and the desserts took their place, Dumbledore strolled up to the lectern. It seemed to be the moment for which everyone waited. "Well, wasn't that an interesting Bi-Wizard Tournament. No winner and only one dead. Not bad, I'd say," the elderly man callously said through a grin. The Hufflepuff table started to boo him. "Don't take it out on me, take it out on Potter. He seems to be the only one here who knows what happened to Diggory." The flagrant lie inspired more boos and hissing. Everyone knew what took place since Diktor and Foul told the exact same story as Harry. Only Dumbledore doubted The Dork Lord returned. Barty Crouch and Goo-eye Moody returned to Ministry of Magic after taking the report from the three surviving tournament champions. Everyone except the headmaster started preparing for the worst. Even when Goo-eye returned to finish his teaching duties, Dumbledore continued to insist Lord Holdequart did not return. At the moment he eyed a clearly hostile student body. "Put a cork in it, all of you!" Dumbledore yelled and aimed his wand in a sweeping arc across the room. "Forget all that Holdequart nonsense. You've still got final exams to finish. Fifth years will take their OWLs and seventh years their NEWTs." A groan went through the student body, and the teaching staff. "What? You thought one dead kid was going to give you a break? I think not, you little cretins. In my day a quarter of the students would be killed before end of the year, and we always took our exams!" "You liar!" Someone shouted. "Right! Right! When I find out who said that you'll be out on your ass... expelled from this school!" Dumbledore shouted and waved his wand around some more. Most students ducked under the tables, and no one came forward to claim the remark. At that point Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape dragged Professor Dumbledore away from the podium before he did set magic loose. They did not stop there. The two professors hauled the headmaster out of the Great Hall through the faculty entrance. The man could be heard swearing behind the door. "What a prat," Hermione grumbled. "How can he not believe three eye witnesses?" "He doesn't want to because it didn't fit in with his plan. Nobody's talking about the tournament `cept for Cedric's death, and he's not getting any glory or infamy," Neville opined, although the theory originated from three days of conversation with Harry. Harry leaned against the teenager, and a faint golden sheen surrounded them. "If you start to fuck under the table before I finished my pudding, I will smash you with one of those trays," Hermione warned them and pointed to the heavy serving platter. "So what do we do now that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Fucked is back?" Séamus inquired while everyone slid away from Hermione. "We fight. We resist. It doesn't matter how small the effort, we don't give in to what Holdequart wants... and that's death and destruction and control. We deny him that with everything we've got," Harry in such a commanding and serious tone he even surprised himself. "What about those of us with muggles to look after?" Hermione inquired and the fact she sounded worried made people turn to stare at her. Harry gazed at her and realized she spoke not only for herself, but for him, Séamus also perked up since his father also fell into that category. Harry took a deep breath and said: "I don't know. Same plan, I guess. I'll tell my aunt and uncle, but they probably won't believe me or care `til it effects them personally. We keep them safe as best we can." "You're going to protect the Dursleys?" Ron ask with a hefty amount of incredulity. "I may not like them. They may treat me terribly, but they don't deserve to suffer at Holdequart's hands. No one does... except maybe those who joined him." "How are we going to get around the age restriction and secrecy rules?" Dean brought up a very relevant point. He then crammed a ludicrous amount of treacle into his mouth. Harry sat back for a moment and thought. Around him he heard similar discussions taking place. Their headmaster doubted the return of his old nemesis, but most others seemed to be taking the news with all due seriousness. The fact The Daily Profit carried headlines announcing Holdequart's return in every issue for three days seemed a good start. However, Dean's question continued to loom over him. "Maybe once people start to disappear and die like they did the last time Holdequart tried to take over, they may not care so much about those. They're going to need every mage who's willing to stand up and fight," Harry answered after a lengthy pause. "Don't know about the secrecy act, though. Books in the library say thousands of muggles went missing out of London alone, and no one ever got an accurate count for the whole country. I couldn't find any information about how the Ministry dealt with the muggle issue." "Mate, you're having a bad influence on Harry what with him spending time on his own in the library," Ron teased Neville. After seeing the way Neville took care of the emotionally, physically, and psychologically distraught Harry, the true depth of their relationship could not be denied. Ron told Harry he got over his jealousy and would not make any attempts to insert himself into their relationship. He told his friend that while sitting between Harry and Neville on Neville's bed. Ron happened to be naked as well. Despite that, Harry took him at his word. He knew he would need his close friends in the years to come. "I mostly go there to mess with the shushers," Harry stated. "Did you know some of them are really old. I think they've been in the library since they were students!" It came as relief to Harry to talk and think about a topic other than Lord Holdequart. He did not tell his friends, not even Neville, that the scar on his penis never stopped hurting since he returned from the cemetery. Most often it felt like a dull throb. At times, however, it flared into a stinging agony. The few times he reacted to it, he told Neville he just experienced a flashback. Harry knew the pain to be important, that it told him something about Lord Holdequart he needed to decipher. Thus, when they switched subjects, it became easier to ignore the troubling sensation. Less than a month remained of classes before the final examinations began. Professor Dumbledore refused to relent regarding his decree. Hence, teachers began to focus on the impending tests and wrapping up studies. Life at Snogwarts resumed a normal tempo on the surface. Tension did not lie far below that. Dumbledore often reacted very poorly whenever he caught students or faculty talking about Lord Holdequart. It remained regular topic since the wizarding news services covered it extensively. A massive theft at Madame de Froughfrough's Luxury Boutique and Haberdashery appeared to signal the start of Holdequart's activities. A Dungmark appeared on a wall created from human feces. Thus, instruction became somewhat uneven as news reports surfaced. On the Friday evening after the last day of regular classes ended, the common room of the Gryffindor tower filled with mentally whipped students. Harry, Neville, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Dean, and Séamus occupied one of the larger tables after Hermione scared everyone away from it. They sat around it acting and looking exhausted. "Well, at least we get to go to Snogmeades tomorrow if we want," Séamus repeated the privilege extended by the house masters. "My mum said Bill says they're turning the place into a fort," Ron told them. He began receiving regular missives from his mother, sometimes with a cheery note form his father, containing massive lists of instructions to keep himself safe. Ron typically ignored all the warnings. "I'm going," Harry announced. "I need to get out the castle for a while. The place is starting to drive me batty. Dumbledore is really losing his marbles over Holdequart's return. His friends only mildly flinched when he used the proper name of the dark wizard. "Fred and George are making a supply run for their experiments before the Ministry starts to ration everything," Ron rumbled, and all eyes turned to him. "It's one of my mum's theories." "He-Who... Holdequart hasn't really done much now, has he? It's just been that one robbery. Unless there's a shortage of unisex clothes, why would they start rationing?" Hermione pressed the point. "Mum's not making much sense since the news broke. She was involved in something back the first time Hol... He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Fucked got going. She knew Harry's mum and blood dad, and I think she knew Neville's, too. She won't say exactly how or why. I think I'll learn more when the summer break gets started," Ron testily replied, and Harry knew his best male friend worried about his mother. "Any word from Charlie or Bill?" Harry tried to sound as nonchalant as he could while asking the question. "Dad said they're doing okay, but nothing else." "Ron, do you think maybe they're being careful about what they write to you?" Neville inquired. "My gran's letters got really short once I told her what happened to Harry and about... him." "So did my dad's," Dean added and frowned. "Think our posts are being read?" In his pocket Harry carried a long message from his godfather, his late father's actual husband, Sirius Black. In it he warned Harry to be cautious about anything he wrote in letters since one of the first attacks The Dork Lord made came in the form infiltrating message owl aviaries. It gave Holdequart early access to a motherlode of information he could use against people to pressure them into his service. As a result, Harry began to only send banal and pleasant messages to those with whom he exchanged notes, including Diktor Kum. He warned Kum about keeping sensitive details out of messages. Kum responded by saying the weather turned pleasant around the Spurmstung Institute. Only Neville knew with whom Harry made regular contact. "Well, according to The Complete and Unabridged and Very Accurate and Wholly True Account and History of the First and Last Dork Lord War by Brunhilde Buttwipe," Hermione recited the book title and author as if everyone knew it, "it says he got in pretty deep at the Ministry. It's probably safe to assume he's going to try the same tricks the second time around... at least what worked the first time. If more than one person thinks The Dork Lord is reading messages, they might be right." A rumble of agreement circulated around the table. "So what can we do to help?" Séamus threw out a general question. "Keep our eyes and ears open," Neville suggested. "Right. You know half the sires and dams of the Slytherins were... are Dungeaters," Ron intoned, reigniting a dormant hostility toward their rival house. "I know at least twelve Dungeaters arrived when Holdequart sent up the Dungmark. There's likely more who were afraid to come out of hiding thinking it was a trap or something of the sort," Harry added, and for once he did not mind in the least the terrific amount of animus Ron could randomly generate toward those who wore green and silver. "He has an army already then?" Dean inquired with a hint of fear in his voice. Harry slowly nodded his head and replied: "But we don't know how big it is. Holdequart might be starting from just about scratch..." "But he works fast," Hermione interjected and glanced at everyone around the table. "Brunhilde Buttwipe said he went traveling for almost thirty years, and when he came back to England, he put together his followers in a little under two years. If Holdequart has any followers left, then he has a head start." "Then the war started, hasn't it?" Neville rhetorically asked. All eyes turned to Harry. Harry sat back in his chair, folded his arms, and returned their concerned gazes. He cleared his throat and said: "No, you're wrong about that. I don't think his first war ever ended. For some reason he waited until I started to come to school here at Snogwarts to reappear. Who knows how long he lived inside of Quirrell? This all just seemed too planned, like he knew the tournament gave him an opportunity." "Then someone inside of Snogwarts must be helping him," Neville intoned in a low tone. "There's a traitor in this castle. There's someone who's worked with Ho... Holdequart before. How else could Harry's name have gotten into the loo?" A serious disquiet settled over the group of friends. In his mind only one name rose to the top of the possible spy list: Severus Snape. Everyone knew he used to be a Dungeater because everyone saw the Dungmark on his arm each time he passed out in class. Moreover, none of the other faculty besides Professor Dumbledore disliked Harry with such intensity. Snape seemed to hold a grudge against Harry for some past wrong he unwittingly committed, and it seemed reasonable his childhood defeat of The Dork Lord served as the cause. Even half a day spent in Snogsmeade did not dispel troubling thoughts growing in Harry's head. It seemed Bill's report to Ron proved correct. Most of the buildings, houses, and shops added extra fortification. Heavy iron bars covered windows and gleamed with protection spells. Doors looked stout enough to serve in Gringott's vaults. Fred and George went on a spending spree the likes of which none of other students ever witnessed. When pressed for an answer as to where they got the money, the twins reminded everyone they ran a covert black market in Snogwarts for over five years and accrued a sizable fortune without anyone discovering the actual amount. Only Harry, Hermione, and Ron knew how they got the goods back into Snogwarts. On Sunday evening before the start of exams, Harry lay next to Neville in bed. Séamus, thanks to the potion provided by Madam Promfrey, slept like the dead. Ron and Dean headed out to see Fred and George's latest products. Thus, the quiet in the dorm room enveloped the boyfriends. "Harry, what's bothering you?" Neville prodded him. "You've been locked up in your own head since we got back from Snogsmeade yesterday." Harry turned and studied the face that often filled his dreams. The gray-blue eyes brimming with worry made his heart flutter. Under the covers, where naked bodies touched one another, he sought out Neville's hand. "Harry?" His boyfriend implored him. "Promise me you'll tell no one what I'm about to tell you," he sternly made the request. "You know..." "I need you to swear it, Neville. This... please, swear to me if you love me," Harry begged. "I swear, Harry. I swear on my life I will guard whatever you tell me." Harry squeezed the hand in thanks and said: "I'm physically linked to Holdequart." Neville sat upright with a horrified expression on his face. "The scar on my head," and the troubled boy wizard glanced down at his crotch, "it hurts all the time now. Sometimes it's so painful I almost can't breathe." "I knew it!" Neville growled. "I knew something was wrong, but I couldn't figure it out. I could see the pain on your face. Why didn't you tell me, Harry?" "'Cause I didn't want you to think I was mad... or cursed... or somehow like him." Harry's mouth got crushed by Neville's. Light shown between them. Harry closed his arms around the teenager he loved beyond any doubt and almost beyond reason. He felt his body respond. Neville kept their mouths together until passion caused Harry to relax a small amount or at least become tense from a completely different cause. Only then did his boyfriend release him. "I -- would -- never -- think -- that," Neville enunciated each word and tinged each one with a hint of anger. "I know you, Harry Potter. Maybe I don't know all the details of your life, but I know what's in here." The now lanky young man pressed a palm against Harry's chest right above the heart. Between all the work Neville did for Madam Sprout and the very vigorous sex he engaged in with Harry, his body became even more toned. Harry saw the abject lust on Ron, Dean, and Séamus' faces whenever they caught a glimpse of Neville naked. Of course, Harry also stared at Neville in the same manner. Hence, any physical contact between them, no matter how casual, tended to drive Harry's mind in a certain direction. His heart beat faster as a result. "Everyone who really knows you would trust you with their lives. Don't ever doubt yourself like that again. I can't stand it because I know it's not true!" "I love you, Neville Longbottom," Harry said in a quavering voice as two tears edged out of his eyes. Neville brushed them away and replied: "I know you do, and you better remember how much I love you, Harry." Harry nodded his head. It seemed a weight got lifted from his shoulders. With each passing week Harry found it a burden to keep anything secret from his boyfriend. While the spell he learned to minimize how much he talked in his sleep helped, he continued to fret over certain aspects he could not properly relay to Neville. The death of Cedric Diggory haunted him. He struggled to find a reason why his friend acted as he did and got killed for the effort. Answers never availed themselves to Harry. Thus, the removal of one worry from his mind became a boon. "Now you need to make me a promise, Harry," Neville quietly demanded. Harry raised an eyebrow in question. "You need to promise me you won't do anything alone... on your own. You need to swear that you know people will help you however they can. Don't think you're alone in any of this, Harry. Swear that to me!" "I swear to you, Neville, I know I am not alone," he said while gazing at the young man. "And the other parts?" "I can't." Neville's face fell. "Neville, what you're asking... it's not just about me. You want me to put people lives in danger, and I can't do that. Cedric already got killed, and Diktor and Foul came close," Harry explained. "But I can swear that I will ask for help if I need it and it's not too risky." "That's not good enough for me, Harry. I've never really asked you for anything serious, but I am asking you for this. I need to know you won't go slipping off in the night to face The Dork Lord on your own!" Neville demanded anew. People sometimes thought of Neville as soft, even some who knew him, but they never witnessed the iron will he could produce at times. Harry confronted it in that moment. He knew without being told Neville would not be satisfied with any answer other than the one he wanted. Harry felt himself break against that steel resolve. "I swear I won't go up against Holdequart alone if I can help it," he said and hoped Neville would accept that. "Harry!" "Neville, please don't do this to me," he begged and hung his head down. "I can't face what's coming knowing I might get everyone I love killed. Too many people already got taken from me. You can't ask me to let more die." It seemed to take forever before Neville's hand lifted his chin. Tears streamed down Harry's cheeks as he imagined those he cared most about in the world getting killed one by one. Holdequart could crush him using that means. What Neville demanded of him seemed to make it a certainty. "I accept your vow, Harry," his boyfriend gently affirmed. "Thank you," Harry heaved out the words in a sob. Neville folded Harry into an embrace. Once more he became the rock onto which the young marked wizard clung in the growing storm. Harry could feel the storm coming like a great typhoon off in the distance and only the first winds lapped the shores. While it could not be seen, the effects already began to take hold. With greater surety Harry believed Lord Holdequart did nothing more than pick up where he left off the day Harry unwittingly thwarted him. The lull in the terrible wizarding war ended, and again Harry felt he got stuck in the middle of it. The week of examinations commenced like some nasty punishment conceived by the headmaster. In each class his teachers pushed the limit of what Harry could remember. A year filled with the turmoil of the Bi-Wizard Tournament caused more disruption in Harry's education than he realized. He faced tests that exposed gaps in his knowledge. He struggled in each examination. Even worse, he became convinced he failed both Potions and Transfiguration. If his fears turned out to be correct, it would alter his next year at Snogwarts beyond recognition. The end of the year feast commenced, and Professor Dumbledore did not make a showing. The students felt they got rewarded for surviving the examinations, Harry most of all since he could not imagine what new terrifying lunacy would spring from the man. Professor McGonagall, as deputy headmistress, exhorted them to be cautious over the summer break, to at least think about cracking open a book or two, and a stern reminder to all under-age witches and wizards to avoid using serious magic outside of school. The elderly woman's piercing voice reiterated the point several times. It seemed an omen to Harry. Everyone appeared nervous by the time she finished. "What was all that nonsense `bout not doing magic?" Ron complained as he tossed his belonging into his trunk without any sort of order later that evening. "Don't you think about anything?" Hermione asked from where she lounged on Harry's bed. "Bloody hell, Hermione! How'd you get in here again? Girls aren't allowed in boy's dorms!" All the roommates save Harry turned and looked at her. He saw her sneak in and crawl to his bed. She once again demonstrated he capability as the most competent witch of their year. "The same way they got Harry's name in the magic loo: I piggy-backed on someone," she told them. "There's just enough of delay when one of you enters to let someone slip in. I'm going to tell McGonagall and Felch about it before I leave." "You're a bleeding menace, know that?" Ron rumbled at her as he chucked more unwashed clothing into the trunk. Hermione laughed in such a way it scared them all. "I take it you're already packed?" Harry asked her and wanted to talk about something normal. "Finished this morning," she answered and cast a disapproving eye at the way her male counterparts stored their belongings. "Neville seems to be the only one doing it right." "My gran would box my ears if I brought home a messy trunk," Neville stated and turned a bit pink in embarrassment. He carefully folded his clothing and laid it into his footlocker. "She's doing you a favor you know?" Hermione encouraged him as she twiddled with her wand. "When Harry needs to find his summer reading list, he's going to have to empty the entire trunk. Same with the rest of them." "You know you could mind you're own business," Séamus sniped at her. "You know I could pull your arm out of your socket," she retorted and glowered at the Irish boy. Séamus busied himself with dumping an armload of his items into the awaiting luggage. It tumbled and fell what sound like three meters. Most of their trunks got magicked to hold far more than a muggle one. He heard a rumor from Parvati Patil that Hermione's trunk actually contained a ladder. "Give it a rest, Hermione," Harry said in a tired voice. "Don't we have enough to worry about without fighting with each other?" "Yeah, I suppose," she noncommittally rejoined. "What you got planned for the summer, Harry?" "Trying to figure out a way to meet with Neville as much as I can. My aunt and uncle don't like me to leave the house during the summer. They're afraid the neighbors might see me and figure out I'm a wizard," he glumly replied. "Stupid gits," Ron mumbled. "We're going off for a few weeks to see Charlie in Romania where's he studying dragons again. Might even feed Percy to one. Should be fun." His roommates and the interloper all laughed. Harry suspected Ron would try to convince his dual sets of parents to make a stop in Bulgaria. He considered sending Diktor a note asking him to see Ron at least once. Ron spent two weeks after the departure of the Spurmstungs from Snogwarts moping around in such a bad mood no one went near him for the duration. Harry heard him crying on several nights. His heart went out to his best mate. He, himself, faced a similar prospect of separation during the summer months. "We're heading to Skye to see the druid council," Dean told them in a chipper voice. "Got to sit a ways back from what I hear when the battles get going over interpreting the stars. Seems to be a kind of fuzzy practice." "The centaurs are good at reading the stars," Hermione said, "but I wouldn't mind seeing the druid battles. I hear they can be pretty instructive about dueling." "Didn't think about that," Dean mumbled, and Hermione snorted in annoyance. "Me and Dad are heading out to see Mum," Séamus stated. "Ever since she got accepted in the Kilkarney Coven, she's and her missus aren't home much anymore. It's just Dad and his man rambling around the place." "Beautiful country out there," Neville piped up. "My gran and me went out there two summers ago. We climbed the Loch Lee steps. Did you know there's a tame troll at the top who'll smash a rock for you if you give him a sickle?" "Oh, dad and Pa will like that!" Séamus said in a hopeful manner. "What are you doing, Neville, or it is what Harry is doing?" Dean inquired. All eyes turned to him, and his cheeks turned a bit pink before he said: "Going to London for a day or two at the start." Harry knew why. He would go see his parents at St. Mungo's. "Then at the start of July we'll spend a week in Italy collecting magical supplies with a friend of Gran's. Did you know I'm growing an olive tree? Not easy to do in England. Weather is all wrong, but I got it started. I wonder what the flesh and the stones will be like." "Mate, only you would think of that," Ron droned. "I think it's brilliant," Harry instantly defended his boyfriend. "I like olives, too. Hope I get to see your tree soon." Neville beamed a smile at him even while the others except Hermione snickered. Harry recalled she saw Neville as an academic threat, and the fact he experimented with plants outside of Snogwarts made her even more competitive. He saw her eyes narrow. "What about you, Hermione?" Neville asked. "Going to America -- New York -- for an orthodontist convention with my parents. I want to go visit the magical congress over there and pick up the regulations and statutes they follow," she informed her friends. "Hermione, what part of vacation don't you understand? You'll be in bleeding America. Go see something decent like Untimes Square," Ron chided. "I hear there's load of trouble you can get into there!" Hermione hopped off Harry's bed. She strolled up to Ron full of threat. Ron began to recoil a bit. She halted before her nose touched his. "Just because all you do is think with your dick doesn't mean the rest of us spend all our time trying to figure out what do with our genitals," she grumbled at him. All the boys, however, looked exceptionally guilty. "Did you ever think maybe we're going to need America's help with Holdequart? You know he attacked there, too, so I might just have a few conversations with people and try to get notion of where they stand." "Good thinking, Hermione," Harry complimented her, and he truly thought it a good plan. "Thank you, Harry. At least one of you gets it." "Can you get me a copy of the Constitution of Magical States? I'd like to frame one for my gran. She'd like that," Neville inquired. "Sure," the witch said. "I'll let you how much it costs when I get back." Hermione snapped her teeth once in the face of a clearly frightened Ron. After which she stomped out of their room. Harry could see the nails in the bottom of her boots sending sparks off the flooring stones. A tense quiet lingered in the room. "She's gonna kill you one of these days, mate," Dean warned Ron. "Hermione doesn't kill," Harry grunted. "Well, a good maiming then," Séamus added. The boys went about finishing their packing, and each applied a little extra care to their efforts. Harry found it hard to leave bed the next morning. Neville did not seem to want to move, either. However, a house elf ran up and down the stairs warning everyone the breakfast period would be short and what time the train would depart the Snogwarts depot. It did not leave them much wiggle room for anything other than getting prepared. Thus, a saddened Harry and Neville rose and got dressed. They marked their trunks as ready for delivery. Harry did not eat much. Neither did Neville. They sat in the Great Hall pressed as closely together as they could. A dull ache began to build in Harry's chest knowing in seven short hours he would be parted from his boyfriend and possibly for the entire summer. Neither boy spoke much as they ignored the food and finally got hustled by the elves to the train station. They boarded the same car, but not until after Harry bid good-bye to Hagrid who swamped him with a huge hug and even larger tears. It felt like Hagrid hid a muggle bumper car under his moleskin jacket. Following that necessity, Harry joined his friends on the train. He almost started crying when the locomotive made the entire assembly lurch. "We'll figure something out," Neville said in a depressed tone. "Maybe your aunt and uncle will take pity on you for once." Harry snorted in disgust at the notion. "Maybe we can each sneak out and meet some place? I can take the bus from Hughenden Valley to King's Cross." "Don't be stupid," Hermione shot down Neville's idea. "You don't think Lord Holdequart won't be waiting to trap Harry alone some place. You'd get him killed in no time flat." Harry felt certain his face reflected Neville's as the truth of the situation sank in. No matter what he did over the summer, he would need to be cautious. Harry surmised part of the reason why the scar on his glans hurt so much stemmed from the fury The Dork Lord espoused at failing to kill him. Hermione's brusque logic penetrated his brain. "She's right, Neville: we're all going to have to be cautious. It would be stupid if we got caught someplace where we're not supposed to use magic... and we don't have any idea where Holdequart and his followers are hiding. It could be anywhere. We could run right into them," Harry said, fleshing out what likely prompted Hermione's comment. Neville slumped against Harry. The mood in the train cabin grew somber as those heading south to London seemed to contemplate exactly what they would face in the coming months. Unbeknownst to any of his friends, Harry checked out a number of books from the library to study over the summer. They concerned the first war instigated by Lord Holdequart. Madam Pince, with whom Harry built something of a working relationship, also suggested he read about the Grindelwald wars, one of the other more famous wizarding wars that took place. He sighed as he thought about how he would fill his summer days and what he would miss. "Seems like a long time `til the start of school," he mumbled to himself. Only Neville and Hermione did not throw Harry a dirty look. Afterword Although J.K. Rowling would likely find this story totally offensive to herself and the Harry Potter story series, I actually wrote it in homage to the series. I truly enjoyed the whole of the Harry Potter universe and hope we all will continue to enjoy it for many, many years to come. The fact Ms. Rowling got an entire world to start reading became the magical part of Harry Potter. Thus, I dedicate this parody to Ms. Rowling and the imaginative world she created. Believe or not there is a second part to this, and it is most original based on this alternate universe I created. It is far less pornographic than this story, and I will decide where to post it at a later time. The novel parts of this work, including characters, plot, and setting, are licensed under Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License. The characters, plot, and settings originating in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire remain licensed to J.K. Rowling.
<div id="readability-content"><h1>Harry Potter and the Loo of Desire Chapter 19</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> <p> This work is a parody of J.K Rowling's <u>Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire</u>, and it is not endorsed by either J.K. Rowling or her publishers. As a parody, this work is protected under the Fair Use Doctrine. </p> <p> The characterizations in this work deviate significantly from the original, and this does not imply these characterizations exist in the original work. The author received no financial compensation or endorsements for the production of this work.</p> <p> All characters in this story are fictional. This story depicts sexual acts between consenting minor males. This story is meant for entertainment purposes only and in no way reflects reality. Please be aware of local laws or ordinances that may prohibit the reading of such material.</p> <p> Comments regarding the story may be sent to dricshae(at)gmail(dot)com</p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Please support Nifty with donations if able. <a href="http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html">DONATE HERE</a> </span></span></span> </p> <hr> <h3>(A Parody)</h3> <h3>Chapter 19: The Pooch That Took It Up the Bum</h3> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">When the effects of the fire water wore off, Harry fell apart. Even threats from Professor Dumbledore could not make headway with Harry. He finally got released to the care of Madam Pomfrey and Neville who, once he found Harry, would not leave his side. In the infirmary, the head healer knocked him out cold. Harry drifted through a dreamless dark void for what seemed like years. However, it did nothing to soothe his battered emotions or spirit. He did not feel rested either when he woke.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry?" Neville gently said his name.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I can still see his face, Neville. His eyes... no life in them. Why? Why did he run out from hiding? What was he thinking?" Harry blankly stated as sunlight spread throughout the infirmary from the high, arched windows.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I don't know, but Ass Cleft was brave. He might've thought you were in danger," his boyfriend responded.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry rolled over, buried is face in Neville's lap, and let the grief pour through him yet again. He still could not fully accept Ass Cleft's death, especially under the conditions in which it happened. As he wept, Neville stroked his hair and spoke comforting, loving words. Harry knew he would be completely lost without the steady, sure presence of the quiet teenager who held him. Madam Pomfrey seemed to understand that Neville did more for Harry than any medicine. The woman expertly healed his arm and only a faint light line remained where Wormdick sliced him open. Even the minor cuts and nicks got repaired. Yet Pomfrey could not reach inside of Harry and dispel the agony he felt. Neville could. She let them be and never complained about the fact Neville pushed two beds together and lashed them tight. It became an oasis for Harry.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">In the middle of the second day of Harry's stay in the infirmary, he received two visitors. Diktor Kum and Foul DelaCunt called on him. They said both schools planned on departing that afternoon, and neither could leave without checking in on him first. Foul stood by the foot of his bed, and Diktor by the head.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It is a terrible thing what happened to Ass Cleft, no?" Foul quietly and, for her, gently raised the issue. "'Ee was a brave boy like you, `Arry."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yeah, he was. Thanks for noticing," Harry replied and ignored the look she threw at him. "Do either of you know why he ran out like that?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>No," Diktor rumbled.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Foul shook her head from side to side.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I suppose I should thank you for saving me after seeing what `Ee-Who-Must-Not-Be-Fucked did to you and Ass Cleft," the young woman stated in a flat manner.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You're welcome, Foul. Even though you weren't very nice to me the whole time, I couldn't let Holdequart kill you as well," Harry thanked her and explained.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What do you mean I was not nice to you? Sacre bleu, `Arree! I am always nice to you, you spoiled little boy! It is rude of you, yes. Very rude to say zese to me! After all we go through together you think I am not nice!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Foul ranted and stomped her feet several times before she whirled around and stormed out of the infirmary. Harry found it within him to find it humorous. He guessed she found making farewells difficult and masked it with feigned anger. A glance at Diktor revealed the young man smirking in a knowing fashion as he stared at the door through which Foul departed. The Bulgarian glanced down at him.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>She likes you, Harry," he said in his heavy accent. "I am thinking she maybe admires you."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I wouldn't go that far," Harry demurred, but he meant it.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Diktor then sat on the edge of his bed, and took one Harry's hands between his. The famed fappitch player squeezed it. His dark eyes seemed troubled.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You are brother to me now, Harry Potter," Diktor said with a catch in his voice. "I live because you showed no fear."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I was scared to death, Diktor. I thought I was going to die every second. After what he did to Ced..." and Harry could not finish.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Diktor squeezed his hand again. Harry saw tears roll out of the stunningly dark eyes that always seemed so mysterious. Cedric's death clearly affected the brawny teenager just as deeply. It seemed a bond between them because both claimed Cedric Diggory as a friend.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Do not lose touch with me. You are in my family, and I have love for you as for all blood. My home, my table... my heart is always open to you, Harry. You are bravest person I ever know, and I will know you all my life," the Bulgarian told him with tremendous intensity.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I love you, too, Diktor. I'll keep in touch. I swear. You... you were there. You know. I will never forget you," Harry replied as more tears streaked down his face.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Diktor leaned over, took the younger wizard's face in his hands, and gently touched his lips to Harry's. While not as passionate a kiss as he would share with Neville, Harry felt something very deep and meaningful in the gesture. He kissed the stalwart teenager in return. After a quarter of a minute, Diktor leaned back. He nodded his head. Harry's bobbed as well. They both then glanced at Neville who wore an expression Harry never saw on his boyfriend's face. Diktor stood and walked around to the other side of the double-bed occupied by Neville. The Bulgarian took Neville's face in his hands and kissed him for a few seconds. When he straightened, Harry watched the two regard each other.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>He loves you like nobody I ever know," Diktor told Neville. "I think you love him in same way. This is good. Always be good to him. Harry is my brother. I tell you as promise: hurt him and I will break every bone in your body. I will not kill you, but you will have pain all your days. Keep him safe for us, you and me. Da?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville's head bobbed up and down. Harry saw tremendous uncertainty on Neville's face, and it seemed reasonable. Harry did not doubt for a moment Diktor meant what he said. Diktor walked to the end of the bed. He stood gazing at the two.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I think now we need all those we can trust. This Dork Lord is not done. He will do more, and many will suffer. I worry for you, Harry, and... and maybe not as much as I think. There is something in you He-Who-Must... Holdequart takes scare from. Never stop fighting him, Harry. Never!" Diktor fiercely said and slam a fist into an open hand.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Not after this. Not after Cedric. I'll do everything I can to stop him!" Harry vowed.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Me, too," Neville said in such a quiet voice it carried more weight than if he shouted. "He's hurt the people I love, and Holdequart must pay."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Diktor's head moved up and down once. Without another word he turned and walked away. His boot heals tapped out a sharp report. Harry and Neville watched him depart in silence. When the large door closed, they turned to each other.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You really are going to fight him, aren't you?" Neville queried in a worried voice.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I don't have a choice. He'll come after me, Neville. I think Diktor is right: there's something about me that frightens him. Holdequart's been trying to kill me since I was baby, and I can't think of any reason why he'd stop now," Harry replied.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry, when I said he hurt the people I love..."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I know, Neville," he interjected. "I've known for a while what he did to you father and mother and their husband and wife. I think that makes what he did to you worse than what he did to me. My parents aren't suffering."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville nodded as his eyes filled with water.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>That's why I know you're serious as well. Maybe it's not fair it became our job, but we need to avenge those people he hurt and killed. We need to stop him. If we don't, who will?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">It seemed preposterous two teenaged boys made a vow to take down one of the most powerful dark wizards the western world ever encountered. Harry knew Holdequart acted out of malice he felt for anyone who did not endure a physical malformation like his. The insane man saw it as both his duty and right to inflict that on others. Any who stood in his way Holdequart saw as disposable. He ordered Cedric's death without even knowing the young man. Harry heard stories from others at Snogwarts regarding Holdequart's indifference to the suffering of others, a warped malice toward everyone, but seeing him casually murder people, the woman named Becky and Ass Cleft in particular, simply hardened Harry's resolve to end the reign of terror once and for all.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">At the following Friday evening meal in the great hall, an unusual subdued hush filled the enormous space. People only whispered to one another when they spoke. Even the ghosts appeared nervous. Harry could not imagine why as he sat surrounded by his friends who seemed to think they could build a wall of people around him to keep him safe. Futile as the gesture might be, he appreciated it all the more. When the main course disappeared and the desserts took their place, Dumbledore strolled up to the lectern. It seemed to be the moment for which everyone waited.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well, wasn't that an interesting Bi-Wizard Tournament. No winner and only one dead. Not bad, I'd say," the elderly man callously said through a grin. The Hufflepuff table started to boo him. "Don't take it out on me, take it out on Potter. He seems to be the only one here who knows what happened to Diggory."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The flagrant lie inspired more boos and hissing. Everyone knew what took place since Diktor and Foul told the exact same story as Harry. Only Dumbledore doubted The Dork Lord returned. Barty Crouch and Goo-eye Moody returned to Ministry of Magic after taking the report from the three surviving tournament champions. Everyone except the headmaster started preparing for the worst. Even when Goo-eye returned to finish his teaching duties, Dumbledore continued to insist Lord Holdequart did not return. At the moment he eyed a clearly hostile student body.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Put a cork in it, all of you!" Dumbledore yelled and aimed his wand in a sweeping arc across the room. "Forget all that Holdequart nonsense. You've still got final exams to finish. Fifth years will take their OWLs and seventh years their NEWTs."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">A groan went through the student body, and the teaching staff.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What? You thought one dead kid was going to give you a break? I think not, you little cretins. In my day a quarter of the students would be killed before end of the year, and we always took our exams!"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You liar!" Someone shouted.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Right! Right! When I find out who said that you'll be out on your ass... expelled from this school!" Dumbledore shouted and waved his wand around some more.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Most students ducked under the tables, and no one came forward to claim the remark. At that point Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape dragged Professor Dumbledore away from the podium before he did set magic loose. They did not stop there. The two professors hauled the headmaster out of the Great Hall through the faculty entrance. The man could be heard swearing behind the door.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What a prat," Hermione grumbled. "How can he not believe three eye witnesses?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>He doesn't want to because it didn't fit in with his plan. Nobody's talking about the tournament `cept for Cedric's death, and he's not getting any glory or infamy," Neville opined, although the theory originated from three days of conversation with Harry.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry leaned against the teenager, and a faint golden sheen surrounded them.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>If you start to fuck under the table before I finished my pudding, I will smash you with one of those trays," Hermione warned them and pointed to the heavy serving platter.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>So what do we do now that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Fucked is back?" Séamus inquired while everyone slid away from Hermione.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>We fight. We resist. It doesn't matter how small the effort, we don't give in to what Holdequart wants... and that's death and destruction and control. We deny him that with everything we've got," Harry in such a commanding and serious tone he even surprised himself.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What about those of us with muggles to look after?" Hermione inquired and the fact she sounded worried made people turn to stare at her.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry gazed at her and realized she spoke not only for herself, but for him, Séamus also perked up since his father also fell into that category. Harry took a deep breath and said: "I don't know. Same plan, I guess. I'll tell my aunt and uncle, but they probably won't believe me or care `til it effects them personally. We keep them safe as best we can."</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You're going to protect the Dursleys?" Ron ask with a hefty amount of incredulity.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I may not like them. They may treat me terribly, but they don't deserve to suffer at Holdequart's hands. No one does... except maybe those who joined him."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>How are we going to get around the age restriction and secrecy rules?" Dean brought up a very relevant point. He then crammed a ludicrous amount of treacle into his mouth.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry sat back for a moment and thought. Around him he heard similar discussions taking place. Their headmaster doubted the return of his old nemesis, but most others seemed to be taking the news with all due seriousness. The fact The Daily Profit carried headlines announcing Holdequart's return in every issue for three days seemed a good start. However, Dean's question continued to loom over him.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Maybe once people start to disappear and die like they did the last time Holdequart tried to take over, they may not care so much about those. They're going to need every mage who's willing to stand up and fight," Harry answered after a lengthy pause. "Don't know about the secrecy act, though. Books in the library say thousands of muggles went missing out of London alone, and no one ever got an accurate count for the whole country. I couldn't find any information about how the Ministry dealt with the muggle issue."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Mate, you're having a bad influence on Harry what with him spending time on his own in the library," Ron teased Neville.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">After seeing the way Neville took care of the emotionally, physically, and psychologically distraught Harry, the true depth of their relationship could not be denied. Ron told Harry he got over his jealousy and would not make any attempts to insert himself into their relationship. He told his friend that while sitting between Harry and Neville on Neville's bed. Ron happened to be naked as well. Despite that, Harry took him at his word. He knew he would need his close friends in the years to come.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I mostly go there to mess with the shushers," Harry stated. "Did you know some of them are really old. I think they've been in the library since they were students!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">It came as relief to Harry to talk and think about a topic other than Lord Holdequart. He did not tell his friends, not even Neville, that the scar on his penis never stopped hurting since he returned from the cemetery. Most often it felt like a dull throb. At times, however, it flared into a stinging agony. The few times he reacted to it, he told Neville he just experienced a flashback. Harry knew the pain to be important, that it told him something about Lord Holdequart he needed to decipher. Thus, when they switched subjects, it became easier to ignore the troubling sensation.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Less than a month remained of classes before the final examinations began. Professor Dumbledore refused to relent regarding his decree. Hence, teachers began to focus on the impending tests and wrapping up studies. Life at Snogwarts resumed a normal tempo on the surface. Tension did not lie far below that. Dumbledore often reacted very poorly whenever he caught students or faculty talking about Lord Holdequart. It remained regular topic since the wizarding news services covered it extensively. A massive theft at Madame de Froughfrough's Luxury Boutique and Haberdashery appeared to signal the start of Holdequart's activities. A Dungmark appeared on a wall created from human feces. Thus, instruction became somewhat uneven as news reports surfaced.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">On the Friday evening after the last day of regular classes ended, the common room of the Gryffindor tower filled with mentally whipped students. Harry, Neville, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Dean, and Séamus occupied one of the larger tables after Hermione scared everyone away from it. They sat around it acting and looking exhausted.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well, at least we get to go to Snogmeades tomorrow if we want," Séamus repeated the privilege extended by the house masters.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>My mum said Bill says they're turning the place into a fort," Ron told them. He began receiving regular missives from his mother, sometimes with a cheery note form his father, containing massive lists of instructions to keep himself safe. Ron typically ignored all the warnings.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I'm going," Harry announced. "I need to get out the castle for a while. The place is starting to drive me batty. Dumbledore is really losing his marbles over Holdequart's return.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">His friends only mildly flinched when he used the proper name of the dark wizard.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Fred and George are making a supply run for their experiments before the Ministry starts to ration everything," Ron rumbled, and all eyes turned to him. "It's one of my mum's theories."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>He-Who... Holdequart hasn't really done much now, has he? It's just been that one robbery. Unless there's a shortage of unisex clothes, why would they start rationing?" Hermione pressed the point.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Mum's not making much sense since the news broke. She was involved in something back the first time Hol... He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Fucked got going. She knew Harry's mum and blood dad, and I think she knew Neville's, too. She won't say exactly how or why. I think I'll learn more when the summer break gets started," Ron testily replied, and Harry knew his best male friend worried about his mother.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Any word from Charlie or Bill?" Harry tried to sound as nonchalant as he could while asking the question.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Dad said they're doing okay, but nothing else."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ron, do you think maybe they're being careful about what they write to you?" Neville inquired. "My gran's letters got really short once I told her what happened to Harry and about... him."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>So did my dad's," Dean added and frowned. "Think our posts are being read?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">In his pocket Harry carried a long message from his godfather, his late father's actual husband, Sirius Black. In it he warned Harry to be cautious about anything he wrote in letters since one of the first attacks The Dork Lord made came in the form infiltrating message owl aviaries. It gave Holdequart early access to a motherlode of information he could use against people to pressure them into his service. As a result, Harry began to only send banal and pleasant messages to those with whom he exchanged notes, including Diktor Kum. He warned Kum about keeping sensitive details out of messages. Kum responded by saying the weather turned pleasant around the Spurmstung Institute. Only Neville knew with whom Harry made regular contact.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well, according to </span></span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><u><span>The Complete and Unabridged and Very Accurate and Wholly True Account and History of the First and Last Dork Lord War</span></u></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>by Brunhilde Buttwipe," Hermione recited the book title and author as if everyone knew it, "it says he got in pretty deep at the Ministry. It's probably safe to assume he's going to try the same tricks the second time around... at least what worked the first time. If more than one person thinks The Dork Lord is reading messages, they might be right."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">A rumble of agreement circulated around the table.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>So what can we do to help?" Séamus threw out a general question.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Keep our eyes and ears open," Neville suggested.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Right. You know half the sires and dams of the Slytherins were... are Dungeaters," Ron intoned, reigniting a dormant hostility toward their rival house.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I know at least twelve Dungeaters arrived when Holdequart sent up the Dungmark. There's likely more who were afraid to come out of hiding thinking it was a trap or something of the sort," Harry added, and for once he did not mind in the least the terrific amount of animus Ron could randomly generate toward those who wore green and silver.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>He has an army already then?" Dean inquired with a hint of fear in his voice.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry slowly nodded his head and replied: "But we don't know how big it is. Holdequart might be starting from just about scratch..."</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>But he works fast," Hermione interjected and glanced at everyone around the table. "Brunhilde Buttwipe said he went traveling for almost thirty years, and when he came back to England, he put together his followers in a little under two years. If Holdequart has any followers left, then he has a head start."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Then the war started, hasn't it?" Neville rhetorically asked.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">All eyes turned to Harry. Harry sat back in his chair, folded his arms, and returned their concerned gazes. He cleared his throat and said: "No, you're wrong about that. I don't think his first war ever ended. For some reason he waited until I started to come to school here at Snogwarts to reappear. Who knows how long he lived inside of Quirrell? This all just seemed too planned, like he knew the tournament gave him an opportunity."</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Then someone inside of Snogwarts must be helping him," Neville intoned in a low tone. "There's a traitor in this castle. There's someone who's worked with Ho... Holdequart before. How else could Harry's name have gotten into the loo?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">A serious disquiet settled over the group of friends. In his mind only one name rose to the top of the possible spy list: Severus Snape. Everyone knew he used to be a Dungeater because everyone saw the Dungmark on his arm each time he passed out in class. Moreover, none of the other faculty besides Professor Dumbledore disliked Harry with such intensity. Snape seemed to hold a grudge against Harry for some past wrong he unwittingly committed, and it seemed reasonable his childhood defeat of The Dork Lord served as the cause.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Even half a day spent in Snogsmeade did not dispel troubling thoughts growing in Harry's head. It seemed Bill's report to Ron proved correct. Most of the buildings, houses, and shops added extra fortification. Heavy iron bars covered windows and gleamed with protection spells. Doors looked stout enough to serve in Gringott's vaults. Fred and George went on a spending spree the likes of which none of other students ever witnessed. When pressed for an answer as to where they got the money, the twins reminded everyone they ran a covert black market in Snogwarts for over five years and accrued a sizable fortune without anyone discovering the actual amount. Only Harry, Hermione, and Ron knew how they got the goods back into Snogwarts.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">On Sunday evening before the start of exams, Harry lay next to Neville in bed. Séamus, thanks to the potion provided by Madam Promfrey, slept like the dead. Ron and Dean headed out to see Fred and George's latest products. Thus, the quiet in the dorm room enveloped the boyfriends.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry, what's bothering you?" Neville prodded him. "You've been locked up in your own head since we got back from Snogsmeade yesterday."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry turned and studied the face that often filled his dreams. The gray-blue eyes brimming with worry made his heart flutter. Under the covers, where naked bodies touched one another, he sought out Neville's hand.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry?" His boyfriend implored him.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Promise me you'll tell no one what I'm about to tell you," he sternly made the request.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You know..."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I need you to swear it, Neville. This... please, swear to me if you love me," Harry begged.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I swear, Harry. I swear on my life I will guard whatever you tell me."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry squeezed the hand in thanks and said: "I'm physically linked to Holdequart."</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville sat upright with a horrified expression on his face.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>The scar on my head," and the troubled boy wizard glanced down at his crotch, "it hurts all the time now. Sometimes it's so painful I almost can't breathe."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I knew it!" Neville growled. "I knew something was wrong, but I couldn't figure it out. I could see the pain on your face. Why didn't you tell me, Harry?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "'<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Cause I didn't want you to think I was mad... or cursed... or somehow like him."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry's mouth got crushed by Neville's. Light shown between them. Harry closed his arms around the teenager he loved beyond any doubt and almost beyond reason. He felt his body respond. Neville kept their mouths together until passion caused Harry to relax a small amount or at least become tense from a completely different cause. Only then did his boyfriend release him.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I -- would -- never -- think -- that," Neville enunciated each word and tinged each one with a hint of anger. "I know you, Harry Potter. Maybe I don't know all the details of your life, but I know what's in here."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The now lanky young man pressed a palm against Harry's chest right above the heart. Between all the work Neville did for Madam Sprout and the very vigorous sex he engaged in with Harry, his body became even more toned. Harry saw the abject lust on Ron, Dean, and Séamus' faces whenever they caught a glimpse of Neville naked. Of course, Harry also stared at Neville in the same manner. Hence, any physical contact between them, no matter how casual, tended to drive Harry's mind in a certain direction. His heart beat faster as a result.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Everyone who really knows you would trust you with their lives. Don't ever doubt yourself like that again. I can't stand it because I know it's not true!"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I love you, Neville Longbottom," Harry said in a quavering voice as two tears edged out of his eyes.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville brushed them away and replied: "I know you do, and you better remember how much I love you, Harry."</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry nodded his head. It seemed a weight got lifted from his shoulders. With each passing week Harry found it a burden to keep anything secret from his boyfriend. While the spell he learned to minimize how much he talked in his sleep helped, he continued to fret over certain aspects he could not properly relay to Neville. The death of Cedric Diggory haunted him. He struggled to find a reason why his friend acted as he did and got killed for the effort. Answers never availed themselves to Harry. Thus, the removal of one worry from his mind became a boon.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Now you need to make me a promise, Harry," Neville quietly demanded.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry raised an eyebrow in question.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You need to promise me you won't do anything alone... on your own. You need to swear that you know people will help you however they can. Don't think you're alone in any of this, Harry. Swear that to me!"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I swear to you, Neville, I know I am not alone," he said while gazing at the young man.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>And the other parts?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I can't."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville's face fell.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Neville, what you're asking... it's not just about me. You want me to put people lives in danger, and I can't do that. Cedric already got killed, and Diktor and Foul came close," Harry explained. "But I can swear that I will ask for help if I need it and it's not too risky."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>That's not good enough for me, Harry. I've never really asked you for anything serious, but I am asking you for this. I need to know you won't go slipping off in the night to face The Dork Lord on your own!" Neville demanded anew.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">People sometimes thought of Neville as soft, even some who knew him, but they never witnessed the iron will he could produce at times. Harry confronted it in that moment. He knew without being told Neville would not be satisfied with any answer other than the one he wanted. Harry felt himself break against that steel resolve.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I swear I won't go up against Holdequart alone if I can help it," he said and hoped Neville would accept that.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry!"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Neville, please don't do this to me," he begged and hung his head down. "I can't face what's coming knowing I might get everyone I love killed. Too many people already got taken from me. You can't ask me to let more die."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">It seemed to take forever before Neville's hand lifted his chin. Tears streamed down Harry's cheeks as he imagined those he cared most about in the world getting killed one by one. Holdequart could crush him using that means. What Neville demanded of him seemed to make it a certainty.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I accept your vow, Harry," his boyfriend gently affirmed.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Thank you," Harry heaved out the words in a sob.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville folded Harry into an embrace. Once more he became the rock onto which the young marked wizard clung in the growing storm. Harry could feel the storm coming like a great typhoon off in the distance and only the first winds lapped the shores. While it could not be seen, the effects already began to take hold. With greater surety Harry believed Lord Holdequart did nothing more than pick up where he left off the day Harry unwittingly thwarted him. The lull in the terrible wizarding war ended, and again Harry felt he got stuck in the middle of it.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The week of examinations commenced like some nasty punishment conceived by the headmaster. In each class his teachers pushed the limit of what Harry could remember. A year filled with the turmoil of the Bi-Wizard Tournament caused more disruption in Harry's education than he realized. He faced tests that exposed gaps in his knowledge. He struggled in each examination. Even worse, he became convinced he failed both Potions and Transfiguration. If his fears turned out to be correct, it would alter his next year at Snogwarts beyond recognition.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The end of the year feast commenced, and Professor Dumbledore did not make a showing. The students felt they got rewarded for surviving the examinations, Harry most of all since he could not imagine what new terrifying lunacy would spring from the man. Professor McGonagall, as deputy headmistress, exhorted them to be cautious over the summer break, to at least think about cracking open a book or two, and a stern reminder to all under-age witches and wizards to avoid using serious magic outside of school. The elderly woman's piercing voice reiterated the point several times. It seemed an omen to Harry. Everyone appeared nervous by the time she finished.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What was all that nonsense `bout not doing magic?" Ron complained as he tossed his belonging into his trunk without any sort of order later that evening.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Don't you think about anything?" Hermione asked from where she lounged on Harry's bed.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Bloody hell, Hermione! How'd you get in here again? Girls aren't allowed in boy's dorms!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">All the roommates save Harry turned and looked at her. He saw her sneak in and crawl to his bed. She once again demonstrated he capability as the most competent witch of their year.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>The same way they got Harry's name in the magic loo: I piggy-backed on someone," she told them. "There's just enough of delay when one of you enters to let someone slip in. I'm going to tell McGonagall and Felch about it before I leave."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You're a bleeding menace, know that?" Ron rumbled at her as he chucked more unwashed clothing into the trunk.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Hermione laughed in such a way it scared them all.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I take it you're already packed?" Harry asked her and wanted to talk about something normal.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Finished this morning," she answered and cast a disapproving eye at the way her male counterparts stored their belongings. "Neville seems to be the only one doing it right."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>My gran would box my ears if I brought home a messy trunk," Neville stated and turned a bit pink in embarrassment. He carefully folded his clothing and laid it into his footlocker.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>She's doing you a favor you know?" Hermione encouraged him as she twiddled with her wand. "When Harry needs to find his summer reading list, he's going to have to empty the entire trunk. Same with the rest of them."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You know you could mind you're own business," Séamus sniped at her.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You know I could pull your arm out of your socket," she retorted and glowered at the Irish boy.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Séamus busied himself with dumping an armload of his items into the awaiting luggage. It tumbled and fell what sound like three meters. Most of their trunks got magicked to hold far more than a muggle one. He heard a rumor from Parvati Patil that Hermione's trunk actually contained a ladder.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Give it a rest, Hermione," Harry said in a tired voice. "Don't we have enough to worry about without fighting with each other?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yeah, I suppose," she noncommittally rejoined. "What you got planned for the summer, Harry?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Trying to figure out a way to meet with Neville as much as I can. My aunt and uncle don't like me to leave the house during the summer. They're afraid the neighbors might see me and figure out I'm a wizard," he glumly replied.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Stupid gits," Ron mumbled. "We're going off for a few weeks to see Charlie in Romania where's he studying dragons again. Might even feed Percy to one. Should be fun."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">His roommates and the interloper all laughed. Harry suspected Ron would try to convince his dual sets of parents to make a stop in Bulgaria. He considered sending Diktor a note asking him to see Ron at least once. Ron spent two weeks after the departure of the Spurmstungs from Snogwarts moping around in such a bad mood no one went near him for the duration. Harry heard him crying on several nights. His heart went out to his best mate. He, himself, faced a similar prospect of separation during the summer months.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>We're heading to Skye to see the druid council," Dean told them in a chipper voice. "Got to sit a ways back from what I hear when the battles get going over interpreting the stars. Seems to be a kind of fuzzy practice."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>The centaurs are good at reading the stars," Hermione said, "but I wouldn't mind seeing the druid battles. I hear they can be pretty instructive about dueling."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Didn't think about that," Dean mumbled, and Hermione snorted in annoyance.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Me and Dad are heading out to see Mum," Séamus stated. "Ever since she got accepted in the Kilkarney Coven, she's and her missus aren't home much anymore. It's just Dad and his man rambling around the place."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Beautiful country out there," Neville piped up. "My gran and me went out there two summers ago. We climbed the Loch Lee steps. Did you know there's a tame troll at the top who'll smash a rock for you if you give him a sickle?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Oh, dad and Pa will like that!" Séamus said in a hopeful manner.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What are you doing, Neville, or it is what Harry is doing?" Dean inquired.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">All eyes turned to him, and his cheeks turned a bit pink before he said: "Going to London for a day or two at the start."</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry knew why. He would go see his parents at St. Mungo's.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Then at the start of July we'll spend a week in Italy collecting magical supplies with a friend of Gran's. Did you know I'm growing an olive tree? Not easy to do in England. Weather is all wrong, but I got it started. I wonder what the flesh and the stones will be like."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Mate, only you would think of that," Ron droned.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I think it's brilliant," Harry instantly defended his boyfriend. "I like olives, too. Hope I get to see your tree soon."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville beamed a smile at him even while the others except Hermione snickered. Harry recalled she saw Neville as an academic threat, and the fact he experimented with plants outside of Snogwarts made her even more competitive. He saw her eyes narrow.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What about you, Hermione?" Neville asked.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Going to America -- New York -- for an orthodontist convention with my parents. I want to go visit the magical congress over there and pick up the regulations and statutes they follow," she informed her friends.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Hermione, what part of vacation don't you understand? You'll be in bleeding America. Go see something decent like Untimes Square," Ron chided. "I hear there's load of trouble you can get into there!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Hermione hopped off Harry's bed. She strolled up to Ron full of threat. Ron began to recoil a bit. She halted before her nose touched his.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Just because all you do is think with your dick doesn't mean the rest of us spend all our time trying to figure out what do with our genitals," she grumbled at him. All the boys, however, looked exceptionally guilty. "Did you ever think maybe we're going to need America's help with Holdequart? You know he attacked there, too, so I might just have a few conversations with people and try to get notion of where they stand."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Good thinking, Hermione," Harry complimented her, and he truly thought it a good plan.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Thank you, Harry. At least one of you gets it."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Can you get me a copy of the Constitution of Magical States? I'd like to frame one for my gran. She'd like that," Neville inquired.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Sure," the witch said. "I'll let you how much it costs when I get back."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Hermione snapped her teeth once in the face of a clearly frightened Ron. After which she stomped out of their room. Harry could see the nails in the bottom of her boots sending sparks off the flooring stones. A tense quiet lingered in the room.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>She's gonna kill you one of these days, mate," Dean warned Ron.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Hermione doesn't kill," Harry grunted.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well, a good maiming then," Séamus added.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The boys went about finishing their packing, and each applied a little extra care to their efforts.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry found it hard to leave bed the next morning. Neville did not seem to want to move, either. However, a house elf ran up and down the stairs warning everyone the breakfast period would be short and what time the train would depart the Snogwarts depot. It did not leave them much wiggle room for anything other than getting prepared. Thus, a saddened Harry and Neville rose and got dressed. They marked their trunks as ready for delivery.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry did not eat much. Neither did Neville. They sat in the Great Hall pressed as closely together as they could. A dull ache began to build in Harry's chest knowing in seven short hours he would be parted from his boyfriend and possibly for the entire summer. Neither boy spoke much as they ignored the food and finally got hustled by the elves to the train station. They boarded the same car, but not until after Harry bid good-bye to Hagrid who swamped him with a huge hug and even larger tears. It felt like Hagrid hid a muggle bumper car under his moleskin jacket. Following that necessity, Harry joined his friends on the train. He almost started crying when the locomotive made the entire assembly lurch.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>We'll figure something out," Neville said in a depressed tone. "Maybe your aunt and uncle will take pity on you for once."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry snorted in disgust at the notion.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Maybe we can each sneak out and meet some place? I can take the bus from Hughenden Valley to King's Cross."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Don't be stupid," Hermione shot down Neville's idea. "You don't think Lord Holdequart won't be waiting to trap Harry alone some place. You'd get him killed in no time flat."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry felt certain his face reflected Neville's as the truth of the situation sank in. No matter what he did over the summer, he would need to be cautious. Harry surmised part of the reason why the scar on his glans hurt so much stemmed from the fury The Dork Lord espoused at failing to kill him. Hermione's brusque logic penetrated his brain.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>She's right, Neville: we're all going to have to be cautious. It would be stupid if we got caught someplace where we're not supposed to use magic... and we don't have any idea where Holdequart and his followers are hiding. It could be anywhere. We could run right into them," Harry said, fleshing out what likely prompted Hermione's comment.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville slumped against Harry.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The mood in the train cabin grew somber as those heading south to London seemed to contemplate exactly what they would face in the coming months. Unbeknownst to any of his friends, Harry checked out a number of books from the library to study over the summer. They concerned the first war instigated by Lord Holdequart. Madam Pince, with whom Harry built something of a working relationship, also suggested he read about the Grindelwald wars, one of the other more famous wizarding wars that took place. He sighed as he thought about how he would fill his summer days and what he would miss.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Seems like a long time `til the start of school," he mumbled to himself.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Only Neville and Hermione did not throw Harry a dirty look.</span></span></p> <hr> <p><b>Afterword</b></p> <p>Although J.K. Rowling would likely find this story totally offensive to herself and the Harry Potter story series, I actually wrote it in homage to the series. I truly enjoyed the whole of the Harry Potter universe and hope we all will continue to enjoy it for many, many years to come. The fact Ms. Rowling got an entire world to start reading became the magical part of Harry Potter. Thus, I dedicate this parody to Ms. Rowling and the imaginative world she created.</p> <p>Believe or not there is a second part to this, and it is most original based on this alternate universe I created. It is far less pornographic than this story, and I will decide where to post it at a later time.</p> <hr> <p>The novel parts of this work, including characters, plot, and setting, are licensed under</p> <p><a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/"> <img src="https://i.creativecommons.org/l/by/4.0/88x31.png" name="Image1" alt="Creative Commons License" width="90" height="33"> </a> <a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/"> </a><a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/">Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License</a>.</p> <p>The characters, plot, and settings originating in <u>Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire</u><span> remain licensed to J.K. Rowling.</span></p> </div></div>
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Harry Potter and the Loo of Desire Chapter 18 This work is a parody of J.K Rowling's Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, and it is not endorsed by either J.K. Rowling or her publishers. As a parody, this work is protected under the Fair Use Doctrine. The characterizations in this work deviate significantly from the original, and this does not imply these characterizations exist in the original work. The author received no financial compensation or endorsements for the production of this work. All characters in this story are fictional. This story depicts sexual acts between consenting minor males. This story is meant for entertainment purposes only and in no way reflects reality. Please be aware of local laws or ordinances that may prohibit the reading of such material. Comments regarding the story may be sent to dricshae(at)gmail(dot)com Please support Nifty with donations if able. DONATE HERE (A Parody) Chapter 18: Frying Pan or Fire, It Doesn't Matter It did not take much for Harry to decide The Loo of Desire to be the worst trophy he ever saw. Of course, it seemed rather fitting given the history and nature of the Bi-Wizard Tournament. It blotted out the fact that the four competitors beat the odds and managed to locate it without dying. Harry glanced around at the others. "How did you find me?" Ass Cleft inquired while casting his gaze up and down the path. "Burned our way through the hedges, used revelio to navigate to the trophy, and didn't let anything stop us," Harry answered for himself and the other two. "How did you get here?" "Don't know. Tried that trick of always turning right, but the maze kept changing. Did you know the hedges..." "Da," Diktor cut him off. "Okay, so I just got lost and kept wandering. Got chased by manticore, a wood troll, a dragon of all things, and stumbled my way here. Didn't see the scorpion guarding it `til it was too late," Diggory concluded. "'Ow do you not see a great, big `orrible thing like that?" Foul inquired in a small rant and waved one hand in the direction the scorpion disappeared. "I saw gold." Harry and Diktor nodded as if it explained everything, but Foul appeared furious with the answer. The four contestants looked at each other while they stood in mud. Dirt clung to their wet clothes and faces. Hair got mussed and shot through with debris. Most bled from wounds. One appeared a bit burned as well as wet. In a word: bedraggled. Yet they all managed to survive. "Now what?" Harry asked the group. "Who's going to claim the trophy?" They cast furtive glances round and round while nobody ventured an answer. "Look, Harry should take it," Ass Cleft said. "Why the boy?" Foul demanded. "'Cause this is the third time today he saved me." "He saved me, too," Diktor quietly asserted. "And helped me get to here." They looked at Foul. "So what? `Ee distracted za cow man. I was working..." "You would be dead," Diktor flatly stated. He turned to Harry. "I do not how it is the youngest of us did so much. You are brave man, Potter, and good with sex, too. You would have place of honor at Spurmstung for all you do." "You are brave, Harry, and a damn fine wizard. I personally think you won this contest in the loch when you freed everyone," Ass Cleft said in a firm tone. "With what you did today for all of us," and he fixed Foul with a cold stare, "it means you are the champion of champions." "Da!" Diktor instantly agreed. "What did `ee do that we could not?" Foul challenged. "Well, he faced... Holdequart as a baby, and twice here at school, and lived each time. He got run down by an escaped lunatic from Bangabang and come out of it intact. Then look what he did with the dragon, the Merscots, and half a dozen creatures in here," Cedric listed Harry's accomplishments much to Harry's embarrassment. "And you never, ever hear him brag about any of it. Look at him right now. He almost seems ashamed." "I didn't do it all by myself," Harry squeaked and wanted to hide behind Diktor. Foul glanced at him and seemed to soften a bit before she said: "Very well, let `im have the trophy." "Can't," Harry surprised even himself when he said the word, but his brain reminded him of an important fact. "If I take it, you all get stuck in here. I can't do that. I can't leave you here to get killed." Ass Cleft, Diktor, and Foul stared at him with semi-blank faces. "Remember when Dumbledore said it was the key to getting out?" They nodded. "So what if we all grab it at the same time? We all win. We all escape this crazy maze. We all live. To be honest, any of you can claim to be the champion. I don't care. I just want out of here," he offered. "I think I understand what it means to be a Gryffindor now," Cedric quietly asserted. "You are true sportsman, Harry," Diktor simply stated. "Fine, we all take the trophy," Foul accepted. As a group they walked through the soaked debris to the ugly statue. Each knelt in the mud as close to it as they could manage. Foul started to reach out. "Wait," Harry said. "It has to be at the same time. I'm going to count down. When I say go, we all grab some part of it. Ready?" Three heads nodded. "Okay, three... two... one... go," he delivered as promised. Four hands seized the nasty piece of hardware in unison. In unison they all began to spin and get twisted into knots. The world seemed to wink in and out existence as nothing stayed logical or sane. Four seconds later the four champions landed hard on the ground and started rolling around. Harry gave serious thought to vomiting, but then remember he threw up the last of his breakfast hours before. Ass Cleft, Diktor, and Foul slowly climbed onto to all fours while letting out miserable little groans. "What the hell was that?" Diggory grumbled as he wobbled to a kneeling position. "And where the hell are we?" "Ow, my head," Foul grunted. "Sort of like fappitch," Diktor remarked and made a remarkable recovery. He stood and turned in a small circle. "This is a burial place, no?" The statement brought Harry back to reality in a split second. He also got to his feet and took stock of the situation. Ass Cleft and Foul managed to get their legs under them as well. The four looked about. Harry felt a nervous twist in his stomach that did not originate from the surprise travel. He started reading the markers and tombstones scattered about them. One name stood out from all the others: Widdle. "Hide!" He hissed in an automatic response. When the other did not move, and Harry spun around and glared at them. Then he said: "Hide now, or you'll die!" His words took root. The three other champions darted away from where they landed and sought cover behind the various things one would expect to find in a cemetery. Once he felt certain his friend could not be seen, Harry started to search for his own hiding place. Just as he tried to slide behind a large stone penis engraved with a name and a loving message, his body painfully recoiled. He dropped his wand as searing agony surged through him. "Tee hee, tee hee. It worked! It worked!" A voice, and one Harry could not forget, giggled and sang. "We got him!" "Wormdick!" Harry cried out in a hoarse whisper. "Set me free!" "Ah, no. We've waited for this day for a long, long, long, long..." "Oh, do shut your mouth, Wormdick," a second voice rasped, and the head of Harry's penis burst into pain. "Grab his wand and move him into position, send up the Dungmark, and get the other ingredients ready." The bandy-legged, buck-toothed, pot-bellied, thin-haired man nicknamed Wormdick pranced about following orders. Harry began to regret letting the man live a year before when his godfather broke out of Bangabang and searched for the supposedly deceased Peter Pottybrew. The man hid as a guinea pig with the Weasley family for over thirteen years with none the wiser. Only Sirius Black, believed to be a Dungeater and mass murderer, knew the truth. Harry learned on that fateful day in the Streaking Shack exactly what transpired that lead to his parents' death, the scar on the head of his penis, and why Black got sent to prison. Pottybrew betrayed them all as a secret servant of The Dork Lord. Instead of letting his godfather kill Pottybrew, Harry argued taking him to the wizard court to face trial and to clear Black's name. However, Pottybrew managed to escape when Snape thought he crashed a student party. Harry floated through the cemetery until he reached a statue of an angel with a huge bulge in the crotch. Pottybrew magically affixed the boy wizard to it. The painful magical cords constricted his hands and legs. He could not move or even use non-verbal magic without the aid of his hands. The binding on his chest made it difficult to breath. Once strapped to the statue, Pottybrew held his wand over his head. A foul brown ball of gas shot upward. For the first time Harry got to see the making of a Dungmark from beginning to end. He thought it looked like the worst fart one could imagine. High in the sky a skull took shape, one that seemed a drunken four-year old drew, then a pile of poo formed from the gas some ways away. Gradually, the poo drifted to the skull. The skull began to eat it. Thus, the Dungmark reached completion. Brown jets shot out of the skull's empty sockets and raced across the sky in all directions. Harry remained powerless to do anything. He hoped and prayed his friends would stay hidden once they saw the Dungmark in the sky. A woman's scream caught his attention, but he did not recognize the voice. Soon a lady, perhaps twenty years older than Harry, floated through the air guided by Wormdick. Just as he did with Harry, Pottybrew bound her to a statue of a nymph with breasts so large it would break the back of a real one. The woman's screams diminished as the painful bindings took hold. Harry and the woman stared at one another across what appeared to be a fire pit. The sinking feeling in Harry's stomach felt as though it could take down a British Navy fleet. Wormdick continued to giggle and prance while making preparations. He stacked wood in the pit. He set up a tripod over the pile, and on this he hung a great black cauldron. Using a spell Harry employed not that long before, Pottybrew filled the cauldron with water. Then he ignited the wood. It became clear a serious potion would be brewed or a terrible spell would be cast. Harry feared both as his state left him helpless. The woman stared at the fire in horror. To one side Wormdick set up a table and placed numerous items on it, including an ancient, dual-bladed African circumcision knife. It did not seem a happy harbinger of things to come. Just as Pottybrew finished his work, dark brown clouds dropped out of the sky. From them people emerged wearing soiled brown robes and a Dungeater mask: a white skull face with the rictus smeared in brown. Harry knew the situation went from worse to lethal. In all twelve Dungeaters, excluding Wormdick, arrived. They stood in a tight circle around the fire pit and the cauldron that started to steam. "Welcome! Welcome, my faithful," the hoarse voice said and sounded almost but not quite pleased. "Gather around and be ready." The pain lancing through Harry's cock made him gasp. It signified one thing and one thing only: Lord Holdequart hove nearby. Harry gasped and panted. He caught sight of Pottybrew mincing his way to the table with a small parcel clutched in his arm. This he laid on the table, and the rough brown blanket fell away. Gagging seemed a decent option to Harry as he gazed upon the deformed figure that looked as though someone attempted to graft parts of mutated otter onto a naked mole rat, and then physically tried to mold it into the rough shape of a person. It took on the appearance of a Teddy Ruxpin toy somebody attempted to incinerate with rubbing alcohol. "We have at last captured the one who reduced me to this state. With him we will restore my body and resume our important work," the scabrous thing one could only assume to be The Dork Lord said to the assembled. "Let us think of the last thirteen years as nothing but a bad dream brought about by drinking too much cough syrup and smoking too many clove cigarettes." Those hiding behind hoods and masks mumbled their agreement. "Wormdick, is everything ready?" The dumpster-fire baby inquired. "Yes, my lord! It is all here! Every piece of it just like you ordered!" Pottybrew replied in his sing-song voice. Harry saw the mottled humanoid monstrosity on the table roll its eyes. He rather agreed with the sentiment. Pottybrew seemed too cloyingly optimistic, overly toadying, and happily venal all at the same instant. "Let us begin," the ghastly shit-baby firmly stated. "First, bring forth the boner of the father and begin the brew!" Wormdick grabbed an item from the table. He threw it with limp-wristed action. However, the object seemed to find its trajectory. Just before it hit the water, Harry noted with disgust it appeared to be a mummified penis. "Now add the teat of the mother!" Pottybrew again threw another item into the cauldron. Even from a distance it clearly stood out as a desiccated breast. It landed with a small splash. "Here comes one of my favorite parts: the blood of the last girl!" The living corpse of a seeming infant cried. After seizing the nasty looking blade from the table, Wormdick went to the woman who got dragged to the pit and tied to a statue. Pottybrew took her right arm, held it out, and drew the knife down the length of it. Blood welled up through the cut. The horrid man smeared both side of the blade with the red liquid. Then he went to the pot, dipped the blade into it, and swirled it around. Harry saw the light steam from the cauldron turn a faint pink color. Some of the Dungeaters clapped. "Yes, yes, excellent. Most excellent," cackled what looked to be a failed experiment in cloning. "Yes, this is the best bit. Pottybrew, fetch the blood of the last boy!" Harry began to struggle when the warped follower of Lord Holdequart approached him with the blade. His struggles proved useless. Wormdick grabbed Harry's left arm, and sliced open the sleeve of his fappitch sweater from wrist to elbow. Then as he did with the woman, he pulled the knife down the length of his forearm. Although not a deep cut, it still bled like the dickens. A river of thick liquid rolled down. Wormdick coated both sides of the infernal blade with Harry's blood. He then skipped to the cauldron. Repeating the motion, he swirled the blade through the hot preparation. The cauldron burped a cloud of dark red vapor. The Dungeaters standing around gave a polite little round of applause. "Wait, wait, there is one last thing," the grotesque animated mummy of malformed dwarf said. "We've talked about this Wormdick, and I hope you're prepared. Now, the willing offering of the servant!" "What?" Pottybrew said and glanced around. "Right." With that the ungainly man lifted his robes, showing everyone he wore nothing underneath. Harry suspected the gathering probably wished Wormdick at least wore underwear. However, he did not. Pottybrew then grabbed his scrotum, pulled it tight, and then brought the blade around in a swinging slash. With only a little peep of pain, Pottybrew neutered himself. He then chucked his scrotum and testicles over his shoulder. The severed bits sailed in graceful arc, and landed in the center of the cauldron like a trick shot. The assembled Dungeaters gave another small round of applause. "Wands to the ready!" The vile lump of blotchy flesh laying on the table called out. "Recite the incantation. What once was is again. Let left be right, right be left, and to hell with the rest. Bring forth the best of both worlds." "What once was is again. Let left be right, right be left, and to hell with the rest. Bring forth the best of both worlds!" The collective voices incanted as one. "What a terrible spell," Harry groaned. However, streamers of energy shot out of the Dungeaters' wands, some blue and others pink. The combined powers hit the cauldron and it began to vigorously boil. While the other Dungeaters performed the spell, Pottybrew went to the table and collected the shriveled infantile form of The Dork Lord. He scooped into his arms, held it in the air while a wild chortle issued from the thing, and then Wormdick slam-dunked it into the pot. The Dungeaters did not clap as they continued their spell. The sight appalled the young wizard. "Yeck," Harry let out with a retching sound. "Dead baby stew." None paid him any heed. The activity in the cauldron became severely agitated. Something banged against the side of the pot, and a gong noise reverberated through the air. The Dungeaters continued the pathetic chanting of the awful spell. Everyone and everything became more frenetic. Pottybrew whipped out his wand and added his power to the spell while he danced about leaving a small trail of blood in his wake. Harry wondered when it would end. It ended a minute later when the cauldron fell over, the liquid spilled out and extinguished the fire, and the Dungeaters let out a soft groan of displeasure. Pottybrew stopped his cavorting and examined the overturned kettle. A strange yet ugly look of jubilation converged on his features as he backed up. Harry watched. From the overturned cauldron something crawled out. A sticky, wet mess made its way from the pit. Then it stood. It lifted it's arms into the air. "I'm back!" Lord Holdequart said as a new pain exploded in the end of Harry's cock. The naked form of The Dork Lord spun in a circle. Sagging breasts flew outward along with the small sausage of a penis. Harry could not see a scrotum, but rather a hairy cleft where it should be. Fear fed on his pain as he saw beyond any doubt the dark hermaphrodite did indeed boast a new body. It looked to be around sixty or seventy years of age and not in the best health, but a body nonetheless. "Did you miss me boys and girls?" Lord Holdequart said while he, or she, rubbed the dual set of genitals and the drooping tits. "I missed you. Yes, I did. Daddy and mommikins missed our little peanut and clam so very, very much because that nasty little boy wouldn't cooperate and die." "I think I'm going to be sick," Harry mumbled to himself. "Could someone get me a kimono? Hmm? Preferably a floral print in black and blue. Those colors always complemented me so much better than brown," The Dork Lord requested. "Oh, and my wand, too? I'm gonna need that in a few minutes." Pottybrew appeared out of nowhere holding aloft an open grown in a style no sane man, woman, transvestite, cross-dresser, or Halloween party-goer would ever wear. Not only did it fail to accentuate any part of Holdequart, it made the visible bits look even worse. Harry looked away in disgust as the man-woman slipped into it like a baby falling down a well. "Well, who do we have here? Could it be Becky? The girl who said yes until she saw what I had to offer and then said no?" Lord Holdequart asked in a voice that grew steadily angrier as he spoke. He twiddle his wand in her face. "What's the matter, Becky? Didn't feel like rubbing oysters together while you got a little pork inside you?" "It's just so ugly," the woman heaved out the words as if she got sick. "Well, you didn't seem to mind once I got going!" "I didn't feel anything, Miss Tic-tac." Holdequart hauled off and slapped the woman. Instead of screaming, the woman put on a brave face and chuckled a little bit. It seemed to infuriate The Dork Lord. "Yeah. That's right: you know what I'm laughing at," she said through a smirk. "It's not funny! I was born this way!" Holdequart shrieked and slapped her again, sending his gown billowing. "Wormdick. Set her free and let's see if she's learned anything." "Yes, my Lord-Lady," Pottybrew obsequiously answer and aimed his wand at the bound woman. "Libero!" The air wavered and the woman fell half a meter to the ground. Harry watched as she rubbed her arms and legs, ignoring the cut on her arm. No one moved or said anything for a few moments. Then the collective of Dungeaters all aimed their wands at her. "Stand up, Becky," Holdequart snarled while attempting to shove his damp hair behind an ear. "I've got something to say to you." The woman named Becky used the statue to steady herself as she got to her feet and stood. She wobbled a bit, but she faced Holdequart with only a mild trace of fear on her visage. Harry wondered if she understood whom she actually faced. She adjusted her blouse and skirt that seemed ready to fall off. Then she tried to make her bobbed blonde hair behave without any success. "So, Becky," and Holdequart again turned her name into an insult, "think you might want to go on a date with me? Maybe get lucky this time?" "Me? You? Date? You've got to be kid..." "ASS-END OVERHEAD!" Lord Holdequart shouted and a stream of power colored a murky taupe shot out of his wand. The bolt struck Becky in the chest. She rose in the air, flipped one and a half times, and then landed on her neck with sickening crunch. Her bodily folded on itself into a heap, clearly dead. "I would've bought you a pizza," The Dork Lord grumbled at the corpse. Lord Holdequart then turned. He spied Harry. Harry looked away from the rather wrinkled countenance of the man-woman. Even in a dress Holdequart did not cut a pretty figure. Harry heard bare feet crunching on grass and gravel. It drew near. "Well, well, well. We have another guest," Holdequart said, seized Harry's chin, and made him look up. "Oh! What's this? I can touch you again without exploding? How can this bed? What terrible magic did the bad, bad Lord Holdequart use..." "It's blood magic. I get it," Harry interrupted The Dork Lord. "Pretty common. It means you neutralized the protection my parents gave me when you killed them. It's not a big secret or even very complicated. Any second-year could do it." A look of rage rampaged across Lord Holdequart aged features. A nose whittle down to a bare nub tried to flair. His cheek implants rose too high up, and it pulled against the plastic surgery done to his eyes so he appeared rather fish-like. Harry read all about Holdequart's attempts to hang onto his supposed youthful beauty, except no one ever called him (or her) beautiful. It seemed to form the core of his derangement. "So you're a clever little wizard, eh?" The man-woman's voice shook with anger as he spoke. "Feel like a little duel, Mister Smarty-pants?" "Yeah, sure. Why not? You'll probably end up killing me some other way. At least I'll have a fighting chance," Harry said and tried to sound nonplussed by the offer. In the back of his mind he panicked because he knew what would happen to Neville. Holdequart seemed apoplectic for a second. The he turned in dramatic circle, gown unevenly flowing behind him, and sashayed to a spot five meters from the cauldron fire pit. He struck a pose that made him look more like a fireman than Marlene Dietrich. Harry rolled his eyes while the Dungeaters gave another polite little clap. "Libero!" Pottybrew called from some place off to the side. Harry fell to the ground. Blood rushed into his feet and hands. They throbbed with a pins-and-needles sensation as the blood returned. The slice on his arm pulsed with pain. Harry worried it would get infected if he did not get the cut treated soon. Even though it hurt to stand, he rose using the statue to help him maintain balance. All the Dungeaters swung around and pointed their wands at him. It seemed certain he would die even if he somehow miraculously managed to defeat Holdequart. His heart ached because the one he loved most would needlessly perish. "Come on, Potter, and get into position. I don't have all day. I've got places to go and people to fuck," Holdequart shrieked at him, but not nearly with the same ear-deafening tone as Professor McGonagall. Harry staggered over to a location roughly six and half meters from The Dork Lord. His wand sailed through the air and he managed to catch it. Seeing the feared dark wizard in the flesh, something he never saw except as a baby, did not entirely compute in his head. When as that baby Harry managed to do something infants could not do, it caused Holdequart to detonate, and, thus, gave him the moniker of the Boy-Who-Came. Later, when taking refuge in the body of Professor Quirrell simply touching Harry cause both the professor and Holdequart to explode. Even the ghost of Tom Widdle trapped in the diary blew up when Harry jabbed the book with the basilisk boner. Somehow Harry expected The Dork Lord to just go to pieces upon seeing the young wizard. "Okay, let's go through the niceties, so I can head out for a night on the town," the evil wizard said. "You bow. I curtsy. We swish our wands around. You pull some lame stunt. I catch you at it, killing curse, and blah, blah, blah. Got it?" "Bite me," Harry answered. "Bow first," Holdequart said. The Dork Lord raised his wand, and Harry's body went stiff with pain. Against his will he started to bend at the waist. Holdequart laughed. His followers politely chuckled. When Harry completed the bow, Holdequart held out the lower edges of his gown, daintily crossed his legs, and curtsied. Harry grunted in torment as his body got forcibly pushed upright. "There. That makes things all nice and civil," Holdequart giggled through the statement. "Now raise your wand and utter some ridiculous spell that wont have any effect. I want people to know I defeated you fairly in a duel." "This is not fair!" A voice called out. "You are an abomination!" "Cedric, no! Get back!" Harry yelled as he saw his friend come racing out from behind a tombstone. "Wormdick, dispose of that pretty boy and feed him to the werewolves when you're done," Lord Holdequart muttered. The neutered Pottybrew danced out from behind the knot of Dungeaters. He came up in Diggory's blind spot. He acted before Harry could warn his friend. "ASS-END OVERHEAD!" Wormdick squealed at the top of his lungs. The same dingy colored streak of power shot through the air. It struck Ass Cleft in the side, but he still sailed into the air, flipped around one and a half times, and landed on his neck. The breaking of bones rattled through the clearing in the cemetery. Ass Cleft did not move. "No!" Harry shouted. He turned to The Dork Lord. "Petrificus totalis!" "ASS-END OVERHEAD!" Holdequart simultaneously screamed. The two spell got cast in the same instant. Harry's gray-blue bolt of energy met the dingy taupe power stream. A sound distinctly reminiscent of a loud, wet fart blared around them where the two streams collided. The area lit up with a lurid light of conflicting colors. It made Holdequart look dead. Harry felt it probably made him appear the same. That did not trouble him as much as the fact his wand seemed to grow slippery in his hand, and it appeared Holdequart experienced the same problem. The Dungeaters moved toward them. "He's mine! By Morgan le Fay I've been waiting to fuck over this little turd for almost fifteen years. Anyone who denies me this will suffer like one of my enemies. Now, back off, you assholes," Holdequart hollered at his followers. The group went back to fire pit filled with rank water and the dented cauldron. "How long do you think you can keep this up, Potter? Huh?" The evil, mad wizard taunted him. "You're just a boy and a second-rate talent. The body binding spell? Please, I can deflect that in my sleep. I just knew you'd use a lame spell." Harry ignored the taunt, turned his head and yelled: "Get Cedric's body, get the trophy, and go back to Snogwarts! Now. Do it now!" "Who the hell are you talking to?" With all eyes on him, Harry watched as a pair of hands reached out and dragged Cedric's corpse away from the edge of the fire pit. The ease with which it happened could only mean Diktor performed the task. Harry felt relieved the two visiting students might escape. He returned his attention The Dork Lord. "Poor Tom Widdle," Harry shouted across the distance. "You weren't born a freak, but you turned yourself into one. Couldn't be happy with a man or as one. Couldn't be happy with a woman or as one of those either. Instead of getting plastic surgery on your face, did you ever once think about picking one gender and getting the other removed?" "It doesn't work like that, you butt nugget. You think it's easy cutting away half of what you are? I just wanted people to accept me as I am!" Holdequart answered in an angry, booming voice. "But resorting to rape to meet your sexual needs? That's what losers do, Tom..." "It's Lord Holdequart. Show me some respect!" "You gave up on that option when you tried to force others into being copies of you," Harry rejoined. "Even a fourteen-year old knows that. You're pathetic!" The infuriated dark wizard redoubled his efforts and pushed Harry's bolt of magic backward. A terrible strain built in the young wizard's head as he struggled to fight in return. Slowly the advance of taupe magic slowed. It gradually reversed until the meeting point rested in the center. "Oh, somebody grew up and got some balls," The Dork Lord sarcastically intoned. "At least one of us did!" Harry fired back. Holdequart's face went slack for a moment, and then twisted into an ugly sneer as the pointed insult hit it's mark. Despite the juvenile nature of the remark, it proved effective against The Dork Lord who seemed incapable of brooking a single personal comment. Harry started to prepare a list of cutting statements he felt certain would goad the man-woman. It would likely end up leading to death, Harry thought, but it would buy time for Diktor and Foul. He tried to calm his mind as he watched Holdequart try to rein himself in. During the exchange and the standoff, Harry saw activity out of the corner of his left eye. He only moved head slightly to take a look. Just behind an above-ground crypt where The Dork Lord could not see, the two living champions held the body of the dead one and the trophy. Diktor pointed to the trophy and shook his head. It did not take a genius to figure out something went wrong with the plan. Harry started to wrack his brain without diverting too much of his attention from the duel with Holdequart. After a minute during which Holdequart's comments became increasingly vile until he got to the point where he compared Harry's anus to the nostril of chimpanzee, Harry found himself at loss. He could stay and fight The Dork Lord with a certain outcome of destruction or he could try to help the other two teenaged mages. He discounted his own chances of survival and focused on the other two. They would need his help, but he could not imagine in what capacity. The conundrum frustrated him, and Harry poured that frustration into his wand. The gray-blue light started to advance against the taupe stream. He reached further inside of himself and unearthed the anger he felt toward Dumbledore for engineering the needlessly deadly challenge in the first place. It apparently offered Holdequart spies a chance to infiltrate and make alterations. "Dammit!" Harry shouted as loud as he could. The power flowing form his wand flared and pushed Holdequart's energies within a meter of the dark wizard. The man-woman started to look very concerned at the turn of events. He no longer taunted Harry and seemed to focus on the magical part of the fight. In a flash Harry realized he gained himself a slight advantage: The Dork Lord's magic would need additional time to reach the spot where Harry stood. He began a countdown in his head and applied every last dram of concentration he could push into his wand. The wood felt hot in his hand. When he feared he neared the breaking point, Harry put his nascent plan into action. Harry just shut off the supply of power to his wand, jammed the stick of wood into his pocket, and ran to the crypt covering the other two tournament champions. His sudden motions seemed to disorient Holdequart who forgot to control his stream of magic. It flashed like a lighthouse as the crazed wizard spun in a circle. Harry heard the sound of bodies hitting the ground, but he could not see if Holdequart killed any of his own people. In the meanwhile, Diktor and Foul pulled him deeper into the shadows. "What are you doing?" Foul asked him in a cold voice. "Trying to find out why the hell you're still here!" Harry tersely answer. "The trophy is not working. We touch it and touch it, but we stay here," Diktor said and skipped addressing Foul. Voices began to ring through the cemetery as Holdequart brusquely ordered the Dungeaters to spread out and find Harry. Time became exceedingly precious. Harry glanced at the wizards who looked expectantly at him. He touched the trophy, but nothing happened. He slapped it with his hand. Diktor and Foul each grabbed a part to hold it steady. Still they remained in place. "Hold it up so I can see if anything is written on it," he told them. They did. He squinted and tried to read anything he could see on the base of the trophy. Dirt and grime obscured the bottom inch from where it got caught in the flood the young wizards produced earlier. He grabbed the tattered end of his sweater and tried to clean it off. He only added blood to the mess. Shouts echoed around them and some sounded close. In desperate act, Harry grabbed Cedric's dead arm and tried to use the cleaner sleeve to clear away the gunk. It panicked him to think what Dumbledore and the rest of the committee, let alone entire student body, would think about the death of the popular young man. A multitude of conflicting emotions regarding the headmaster assailed him. He wiped and wiped. Cedric's hand flopped around and made small metallic bangs on the ugly statue. Harry grabbed the hand and the trophy to silence it. The world tied itself into a knot. Harry felt like someone tried to make a pretzel out of him. His guts churned as he rolled and spun. It seemed to last for hours, but four seconds later he landed on the ground again with a dull thud. Three other thuds echoed around him. In a state of panic he jumped up and waved his wand around fearing Holdequart's forces would attack. Instead he faced the committee table where Dumbledore sat humming to himself. Barty Crouch sat off to his right, and the heads of Boobbeatons and Spurmstung lined up on the left. It took two seconds before a collective gasp issued form the audience. "What the...?" Harry intoned while blinked and attempted to make sense of the situation. "Ah! They're out," Barty Crouch said. "They're... what?" Dumbledore began politely and the finished with a shout. The entourage at the head table all stood, except Madame Maximus who towered, and they gazed at the four champions. Diktor rumbled something in Bulgarian, and Harry felt certain Foul began cursing in French. The surreal method of their escape eluded explanation. However, Harry did know one fact. He dropped down onto his knees and rolled Ass Cleft over. Lifeless eyes stared up at the sky. The terror of facing Lord Holdequart got swept away by a profound sadness that Diggory did, indeed, get murdered. Harry lowered his head to Cedric's chest. "No! No!" He began to wail. "NO! Not my friend. Not my friend!" He grabbed handfuls of Ass Cleft's warm-up suit and tried to shake life into the corpse. He sobbed at the injustice of it all. Harry liked Cedric Diggory and considered him a real friend. Moreover, he felt Cedric held him in the same regard. Two sets of hands rubbed his back, and two more voices got added to the weeping. "What in bloody hell is going on down there?" Dumbledore demanded. "What is matter, Kum?" Igor Krackhead inquired in confusion. "Did something happen to that boy?" Barty Crouch queried. "My word, is he... is zat Diggory boy dead?" Madame Maximus sputtered. Chaos erupted as word spread that one of the champions arrived dead. It got worse when they correctly identified Diggory as the victim. People started streaming out of the stands. Cedric's father pushed through. He knelt across from Harry and took control of the body. "My boy! My boy!" The man wailed in total grief. A woman sat next to him and shouted: "My son! My son!" "My student! My student!" Professor Flitwick sobbed as he joined those around the corpse. "Our Ass Cleft! Our Ass Cleft," moaned a majority of the male Snogwarts students. Harry got nudged and elbowed away from his dead friend as mourners took over the situation. He felt sickened by the display because they did not know and did not witness what happened. Budding anger and profound grief warred within him. He started to reach for his wand when a strong hand stopped him. He looked to the left and into the scarred face of Goo-eye Moody. The orb that oozed a perpetual flow of slime whirled around in a crazy manner. "Isn't one enough?" The man asked in a gruff voice. His thick arm coiled around Harry's neck and started to pull him away. "It'll do you no good staying here, Potter." "But I..." he began to argue in frustration and rage, but the expression on the man's face halted him in mid fury. "Come. Tell me what happened," Goo-eye ordered him. They walked unnoticed through the sobbing and wailing crowd. Goo-eye lead Harry toward the main road leading to the castle. As they traveled, Harry attempted to mentally frame the return of Lord Holdequart into words, but it seem to immense for such limited constructs. He glanced at the auror. "Tell me one thing that happened," the man rumbled. The sound of the distraught crowd faded the closer they got to the castle. "Just one detail." "He's back. Holdequart is back," Harry said barely above a whisper. Goo-eye halted in his tracks. The magical eye stopped spinning and seemed to bore a hole into Harry. Harry could not recall any point in the past when the man's eyes looked at him in the same instant. He found it unnerving. "It was bound to happen, Potter, and no fault of yer own," Goo-eye said with what could only be called his brand of compassion. "Into the castle with you. You need a restorative. You look like hell to be honest." They walked without speaking. The man and boy headed down the stairs to the Dark Art's room and Moody's personal space. Inside the office three other rooms branched off. Harry did not see behind the doors or the curtain. Moody led him to his desk and sat Harry in a chair. Then he went to small upright cabinet and opened it. Harry heard the clinking of glass and smelled a strong almost acrid aroma. Mood returned with a glass containing perhaps a twenty milliliters of a bright orange liquid and handed it to Harry. "Cut fire water," Goo-eye explained. "You might not be physically old enough for it, but right now you look to be about ninety in mental years. Drink it up. It'll do you some good, Potter." Séamus boasted about drinking fire water once in the past, but no one really believed him. Anyone who saw an adult drink even a small amount knew it could lay a man out flat for an hour. Harry eyed the concoction. It did not resemble the bright red liquor he saw at the Weasley's, and then he remember Goo-eye said he cut it. Thus, without thinking any more about it, Harry drained the glass into his mouth and swallowed. When his head stopped spinning, the air cooled, and he could breathe again, Harry worried about the tingling numbness in his feet, hands, lips, and gums. He could not feel his teeth. He cast an askew glance at the man. "I want you to note you're not laying on the floor, and blood isn't seeping out of yer ears, Harry," the man stated as if he already knew the question on Harry's mind. "Feel better?" "I don't know if this is better, but it's different," he rejoined. "So Holdequart is back. How?" Goo-eye skipped any pleasantries. Before he could answer, Goo-eye's chest wobbled and Harry thought he could hear a voice. Moody glanced at him and, for a spare moment, looked sheepish. The trunk continued to move about and the voice got a little louder. The auror stood and walked back to the chest from which he got the firewater. After closing the lid, fiddling with a dial, and opening it again, Harry distinctly heard a man shouting. Whoever raised his voice knew a vast array foul epithets. "Shut your gob, Crouch," Goo-eye yelled into the chest. "Keep it up and I'll drop you in Banbabang myself. Tit!" The the war-disfigured man slammed the lid shut. He turned. Harry eyed the famed wizard. "Barty Crouch, Junior," the man stated. "I thought he escaped from prison?" Harry skeptically inquired. "Caught him outside King's Cross trying to get on the Snogwart's Express at the start of the year. He planned on mugging one of the professors here and taking their place with polyjuice. Once I knew he was up to no good, I figured I could use some fun for the year, so I kept him." "Fun? You mean sex toy?" "Same difference," Moody replied. "Now what got done to you that left the Diggory boy dead?" Harry showed the man his arm. Then he explained what happened when the champions all touched the trophy. Once he got going he could not stop. The story poured out of him as if it needed to be told for its own reasons. He did not leave out a single detail. Recalling the death of Cedric caught his breath several times, but he plowed on even when the tears raced down his face. He finished with the part when the arrived back at the castle grounds. "How did we get transported to the cemetery?" Harry grunted the question through a tight throat. "It's a fear key. It responds to the strongest fear that touches it. We thought it would take whoever touched it back to some part of the maze. Never expected it would be you... and not all of you at the same time," the scarred auror explained. "You people are complete dickheads!" Harry yelled. "Eh, might have a point there," Goo-eye semi-agreed. "But the big concern is Holdequart's return, and he used yer blood to do it. You're not an effective defense against him anymore, Potter. You're in worse danger than ever. I'd wager my other eye he's going to hunt you down as fast as he can. He's going want to go digging through yer head to find out what happened to him." "Well isn't that just fucking great!" Harry bellowed and channeled a bit of Ron. The novel parts of this work, including characters, plot, and setting, are licensed under Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License. The characters, plot, and settings originating in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire remain licensed to J.K. Rowling.
<div id="readability-content"><h1>Harry Potter and the Loo of Desire Chapter 18</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> <p> This work is a parody of J.K Rowling's <u>Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire</u>, and it is not endorsed by either J.K. Rowling or her publishers. As a parody, this work is protected under the Fair Use Doctrine. </p> <p> The characterizations in this work deviate significantly from the original, and this does not imply these characterizations exist in the original work. The author received no financial compensation or endorsements for the production of this work.</p> <p> All characters in this story are fictional. This story depicts sexual acts between consenting minor males. This story is meant for entertainment purposes only and in no way reflects reality. Please be aware of local laws or ordinances that may prohibit the reading of such material.</p> <p> Comments regarding the story may be sent to dricshae(at)gmail(dot)com</p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Please support Nifty with donations if able. <a href="http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html">DONATE HERE</a> </span></span></span> </p> <hr> <h3>(A Parody)</h3> <h3>Chapter 18: Frying Pan or Fire, It Doesn't Matter</h3> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">It did not take much for Harry to decide The Loo of Desire to be the worst trophy he ever saw. Of course, it seemed rather fitting given the history and nature of the Bi-Wizard Tournament. It blotted out the fact that the four competitors beat the odds and managed to locate it without dying. Harry glanced around at the others.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>How did you find me?" Ass Cleft inquired while casting his gaze up and down the path.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Burned our way through the hedges, used revelio to navigate to the trophy, and didn't let anything stop us," Harry answered for himself and the other two. "How did you get here?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Don't know. Tried that trick of always turning right, but the maze kept changing. Did you know the hedges..."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Da," Diktor cut him off.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Okay, so I just got lost and kept wandering. Got chased by manticore, a wood troll, a dragon of all things, and stumbled my way here. Didn't see the scorpion guarding it `til it was too late," Diggory concluded.</span></span></span></p> <p> "'<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ow do you not see a great, big `orrible thing like that?" Foul inquired in a small rant and waved one hand in the direction the scorpion disappeared.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I saw gold."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry and Diktor nodded as if it explained everything, but Foul appeared furious with the answer. The four contestants looked at each other while they stood in mud. Dirt clung to their wet clothes and faces. Hair got mussed and shot through with debris. Most bled from wounds. One appeared a bit burned as well as wet. In a word: bedraggled. Yet they all managed to survive.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Now what?" Harry asked the group. "Who's going to claim the trophy?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">They cast furtive glances round and round while nobody ventured an answer.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Look, Harry should take it," Ass Cleft said.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Why the boy?" Foul demanded.</span></span></span></p> <p> "'<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Cause this is the third time today he saved me."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>He saved me, too," Diktor quietly asserted. "And helped me get to here."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">They looked at Foul.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>So what? `Ee distracted za cow man. I was working..."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You would be dead," Diktor flatly stated. He turned to Harry. "I do not how it is the youngest of us did so much. You are brave man, Potter, and good with sex, too. You would have place of honor at Spurmstung for all you do."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You are brave, Harry, and a damn fine wizard. I personally think you won this contest in the loch when you freed everyone," Ass Cleft said in a firm tone. "With what you did today for all of us," and he fixed Foul with a cold stare, "it means you are the champion of champions."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Da!" Diktor instantly agreed.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What did `ee do that we could not?" Foul challenged.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well, he faced... Holdequart as a baby, and twice here at school, and lived each time. He got run down by an escaped lunatic from Bangabang and come out of it intact. Then look what he did with the dragon, the Merscots, and half a dozen creatures in here," Cedric listed Harry's accomplishments much to Harry's embarrassment. "And you never, ever hear him brag about any of it. Look at him right now. He almost seems ashamed."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I didn't do it all by myself," Harry squeaked and wanted to hide behind Diktor.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Foul glanced at him and seemed to soften a bit before she said: "Very well, let `im have the trophy."</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Can't," Harry surprised even himself when he said the word, but his brain reminded him of an important fact. "If I take it, you all get stuck in here. I can't do that. I can't leave you here to get killed."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ass Cleft, Diktor, and Foul stared at him with semi-blank faces.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Remember when Dumbledore said it was the key to getting out?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">They nodded.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>So what if we all grab it at the same time? We all win. We all escape this crazy maze. We all live. To be honest, any of you can claim to be the champion. I don't care. I just want out of here," he offered.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I think I understand what it means to be a Gryffindor now," Cedric quietly asserted.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You are true sportsman, Harry," Diktor simply stated.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Fine, we all take the trophy," Foul accepted.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">As a group they walked through the soaked debris to the ugly statue. Each knelt in the mud as close to it as they could manage. Foul started to reach out.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Wait," Harry said. "It has to be at the same time. I'm going to count down. When I say go, we all grab some part of it. Ready?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Three heads nodded.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Okay, three... two... one... go," he delivered as promised.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Four hands seized the nasty piece of hardware in unison. In unison they all began to spin and get twisted into knots. The world seemed to wink in and out existence as nothing stayed logical or sane. Four seconds later the four champions landed hard on the ground and started rolling around. Harry gave serious thought to vomiting, but then remember he threw up the last of his breakfast hours before. Ass Cleft, Diktor, and Foul slowly climbed onto to all fours while letting out miserable little groans.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What the hell was that?" Diggory grumbled as he wobbled to a kneeling position. "And where the hell are we?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ow, my head," Foul grunted.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Sort of like fappitch," Diktor remarked and made a remarkable recovery. He stood and turned in a small circle. "This is a burial place, no?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The statement brought Harry back to reality in a split second. He also got to his feet and took stock of the situation. Ass Cleft and Foul managed to get their legs under them as well. The four looked about. Harry felt a nervous twist in his stomach that did not originate from the surprise travel. He started reading the markers and tombstones scattered about them. One name stood out from all the others: Widdle.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Hide!" He hissed in an automatic response. When the other did not move, and Harry spun around and glared at them. Then he said: "Hide now, or you'll die!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">His words took root. The three other champions darted away from where they landed and sought cover behind the various things one would expect to find in a cemetery. Once he felt certain his friend could not be seen, Harry started to search for his own hiding place. Just as he tried to slide behind a large stone penis engraved with a name and a loving message, his body painfully recoiled. <span>He dropped his wand as searing agony surged through him.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Tee hee, tee hee. It worked! It worked!" A voice, and one Harry could not forget, giggled and sang. "We got him!"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Wormdick!" Harry cried out in a hoarse whisper. "Set me free!"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ah, no. We've waited for this day for a long, long, long, long..."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Oh, do shut your mouth, Wormdick," a second voice rasped, and the head of Harry's penis burst into pain. "Grab his wand and move him into position, send up the Dungmark, and get the other ingredients ready."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The bandy-legged, buck-toothed, pot-bellied, thin-haired man nicknamed Wormdick pranced about following orders. Harry began to regret letting the man live a year before when his godfather broke out of Bangabang and searched for the supposedly deceased Peter Pottybrew. The man hid as a guinea pig with the Weasley family for over thirteen years with none the wiser. Only Sirius Black, believed to be a Dungeater and mass murderer, knew the truth. Harry learned on that fateful day in the Streaking Shack exactly what transpired that lead to his parents' death, the scar on the head of his penis, and why Black got sent to prison. Pottybrew betrayed them all as a secret servant of The Dork Lord. Instead of letting his godfather kill Pottybrew, Harry argued taking him to the wizard court to face trial and to clear Black's name. However, Pottybrew managed to escape when Snape thought he crashed a student party.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry floated through the cemetery until he reached a statue of an angel with a huge bulge in the crotch. Pottybrew magically affixed the boy wizard to it. The painful magical cords constricted his hands and legs. He could not move or even use non-verbal magic without the aid of his hands. The binding on his chest made it difficult to breath. Once strapped to the statue, Pottybrew held his wand over his head. A foul brown ball of gas shot upward. For the first time Harry got to see the making of a Dungmark from beginning to end. He thought it looked like the worst fart one could imagine.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">High in the sky a skull took shape, one that seemed a drunken four-year old drew, then a pile of poo formed from the gas some ways away. Gradually, the poo drifted to the skull. The skull began to eat it. Thus, the Dungmark reached completion. Brown jets shot out of the skull's empty sockets and raced across the sky in all directions. Harry remained powerless to do anything. He hoped and prayed his friends would stay hidden once they saw the Dungmark in the sky.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">A woman's scream caught his attention, but he did not recognize the voice. Soon a lady, perhaps twenty years older than Harry, floated through the air guided by Wormdick. Just as he did with Harry, Pottybrew bound her to a statue of a nymph with breasts so large it would break the back of a real one. The woman's screams diminished as the painful bindings took hold. Harry and the woman stared at one another across what appeared to be a fire pit. The sinking feeling in Harry's stomach felt as though it could take down a British Navy fleet.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Wormdick continued to giggle and prance while making preparations. He stacked wood in the pit. He set up a tripod over the pile, and on this he hung a great black cauldron. Using a spell Harry employed not that long before, Pottybrew filled the cauldron with water. Then he ignited the wood. It became clear a serious potion would be brewed or a terrible spell would be cast. Harry feared both as his state left him helpless. The woman stared at the fire in horror. To one side Wormdick set up a table and placed numerous items on it, including an ancient, dual-bladed African circumcision knife. It did not seem a happy harbinger of things to come.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Just as Pottybrew finished his work, dark brown clouds dropped out of the sky. From them people emerged wearing soiled brown robes and a Dungeater mask: a white skull face with the rictus smeared in brown. Harry knew the situation went from worse to lethal. In all twelve Dungeaters, excluding Wormdick, arrived. They stood in a tight circle around the fire pit and the cauldron that started to steam.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Welcome! Welcome, my faithful," the hoarse voice said and sounded almost but not quite pleased. "Gather around and be ready."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The pain lancing through Harry's cock made him gasp. It signified one thing and one thing only: Lord Holdequart hove nearby. Harry gasped and panted. He caught sight of Pottybrew mincing his way to the table with a small parcel clutched in his arm. This he laid on the table, and the rough brown blanket fell away. Gagging seemed a decent option to Harry as he gazed upon the deformed figure that looked as though someone attempted to graft parts of mutated otter onto a naked mole rat, and then physically tried to mold it into the rough shape of a person. It took on the appearance of a Teddy Ruxpin toy somebody attempted to incinerate with rubbing alcohol.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>We have at last captured the one who reduced me to this state. With him we will restore my body and resume our important work," the scabrous thing one could only assume to be The Dork Lord said to the assembled. "Let us think of the last thirteen years as nothing but a bad dream brought about by drinking too much cough syrup and smoking too many clove cigarettes."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Those hiding behind hoods and masks mumbled their agreement.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Wormdick, is everything ready?" The dumpster-fire baby inquired.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yes, my lord! It is all here! Every piece of it just like you ordered!" Pottybrew replied in his sing-song voice.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry saw the mottled humanoid monstrosity on the table roll its eyes. He rather agreed with the sentiment. Pottybrew seemed too cloyingly optimistic, overly toadying, and happily venal all at the same instant.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Let us begin," the ghastly shit-baby firmly stated. "First, bring forth the boner of the father and begin the brew!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Wormdick grabbed an item from the table. He threw it with limp-wristed action. However, the object seemed to find its trajectory. Just before it hit the water, Harry noted with disgust it appeared to be a mummified penis.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Now add the teat of the mother!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Pottybrew again threw another item into the cauldron. Even from a distance it clearly stood out as a desiccated breast. It landed with a small splash.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Here comes one of my favorite parts: the blood of the last girl!" The living corpse of a seeming infant cried.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">After seizing the nasty looking blade from the table, Wormdick went to the woman who got dragged to the pit and tied to a statue. Pottybrew took her right arm, held it out, and drew the knife down the length of it. Blood welled up through the cut. The horrid man smeared both side of the blade with the red liquid. Then he went to the pot, dipped the blade into it, and swirled it around. Harry saw the light steam from the cauldron turn a faint pink color. Some of the Dungeaters clapped.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yes, yes, excellent. Most excellent," cackled what looked to be a failed experiment in cloning. "Yes, this is the best bit. Pottybrew, fetch the blood of the last boy!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry began to struggle when the warped follower of Lord Holdequart approached him with the blade. His struggles proved useless. Wormdick grabbed Harry's left arm, and sliced open the sleeve of his fappitch sweater from wrist to elbow. Then as he did with the woman, he pulled the knife down the length of his forearm. Although not a deep cut, it still bled like the dickens. A river of thick liquid rolled down. Wormdick coated both sides of the infernal blade with Harry's blood. He then skipped to the cauldron. Repeating the motion, he swirled the blade through the hot preparation. The cauldron burped a cloud of dark red vapor. The Dungeaters standing around gave a polite little round of applause.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Wait, wait, there is one last thing," the grotesque animated mummy of malformed dwarf said. "We've talked about this Wormdick, and I hope you're prepared. Now, the willing offering of the servant!"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What?" Pottybrew said and glanced around. "Right."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">With that the ungainly man lifted his robes, showing everyone he wore nothing underneath. Harry suspected the gathering probably wished Wormdick at least wore underwear. However, he did not. Pottybrew then grabbed his scrotum, pulled it tight, and then brought the blade around in a swinging slash. With only a little peep of pain, Pottybrew neutered himself. He then chucked his scrotum and testicles over his shoulder. The severed bits sailed in graceful arc, and landed in the center of the cauldron like a trick shot. The assembled Dungeaters gave another small round of applause.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Wands to the ready!" The vile lump of blotchy flesh laying on the table called out. "Recite the incantation. What once was is again. Let left be right, right be left, and to hell with the rest. Bring forth the best of both worlds."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What once was is again. Let left be right, right be left, and to hell with the rest. Bring forth the best of both worlds!" The collective voices incanted as one.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What a terrible spell," Harry groaned.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">However, streamers of energy shot out of the Dungeaters' wands, some blue and others pink. The combined powers hit the cauldron and it began to vigorously boil. While the other Dungeaters performed the spell, Pottybrew went to the table and collected the shriveled infantile form of The Dork Lord. He scooped into his arms, held it in the air while a wild chortle issued from the thing, and then Wormdick slam-dunked it into the pot. The Dungeaters did not clap as they continued their spell. The sight appalled the young wizard.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yeck," Harry let out with a retching sound. "Dead baby stew."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">None paid him any heed. The activity in the cauldron became severely agitated. Something banged against the side of the pot, and a gong noise reverberated through the air. The Dungeaters continued the pathetic chanting of the awful spell. Everyone and everything became more frenetic. Pottybrew whipped out his wand and added his power to the spell while he danced about leaving a small trail of blood in his wake. Harry wondered when it would end.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">It ended a minute later when the cauldron fell over, the liquid spilled out and extinguished the fire, and the Dungeaters let out a soft groan of displeasure. Pottybrew stopped his cavorting and examined the overturned kettle. A strange yet ugly look of jubilation converged on his features as he backed up. Harry watched. From the overturned cauldron something crawled out. A sticky, wet mess made its way from the pit. Then it stood. It lifted it's arms into the air.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I'm back!" Lord Holdequart said as a new pain exploded in the end of Harry's cock.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The naked form of The Dork Lord spun in a circle. Sagging breasts flew outward along with the small sausage of a penis. Harry could not see a scrotum, but rather a hairy cleft where it should be. Fear fed on his pain as he saw beyond any doubt the dark hermaphrodite did indeed boast a new body. It looked to be around sixty or seventy years of age and not in the best health, but a body nonetheless.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Did you miss me boys and girls?" Lord Holdequart said while he, or she, rubbed the dual set of genitals and the drooping tits. "I missed you. Yes, I did. Daddy and mommikins missed our little peanut and clam so very, very much because that nasty little boy wouldn't cooperate and die."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I think I'm going to be sick," Harry mumbled to himself.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Could someone get me a kimono? Hmm? Preferably a floral print in black and blue. Those colors always complemented me so much better than brown," The Dork Lord requested. "Oh, and my wand, too? I'm gonna need that in a few minutes."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Pottybrew appeared out of nowhere holding aloft an open grown in a style no sane man, woman, transvestite, cross-dresser, or Halloween party-goer would ever wear. Not only did it fail to accentuate any part of Holdequart, it made the visible bits look even worse. Harry looked away in disgust as the man-woman slipped into it like a baby falling down a well.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well, who do we have here? Could it be Becky? The girl who said yes until she saw what I had to offer and then said no?" Lord Holdequart asked in a voice that grew steadily angrier as he spoke. He twiddle his wand in her face. "What's the matter, Becky? Didn't feel like rubbing oysters together while you got a little pork inside you?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It's just so ugly," the woman heaved out the words as if she got sick.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well, you didn't seem to mind once I got going!"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I didn't feel anything, Miss Tic-tac."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Holdequart hauled off and slapped the woman. Instead of screaming, the woman put on a brave face and chuckled a little bit. It seemed to infuriate The Dork Lord.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yeah. That's right: you know what I'm laughing at," she said through a smirk.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It's not funny! I was born this way!" Holdequart shrieked and slapped her again, sending his gown billowing. "Wormdick. Set her free and let's see if she's learned anything."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yes, my Lord-Lady," Pottybrew obsequiously answer and aimed his wand at the bound woman. "Libero!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The air wavered and the woman fell half a meter to the ground. Harry watched as she rubbed her arms and legs, ignoring the cut on her arm. No one moved or said anything for a few moments. Then the collective of Dungeaters all aimed their wands at her.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Stand up, Becky," Holdequart snarled while attempting to shove his damp hair behind an ear. "I've got something to say to you."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The woman named Becky used the statue to steady herself as she got to her feet and stood. She wobbled a bit, but she faced Holdequart with only a mild trace of fear on her visage. Harry wondered if she understood whom she actually faced. She adjusted her blouse and skirt that seemed ready to fall off. Then she tried to make her bobbed blonde hair behave without any success.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>So, Becky," and Holdequart again turned her name into an insult, "think you might want to go on a date with me? Maybe get lucky this time?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Me? You? Date? You've got to be kid..."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>ASS-END OVERHEAD!" Lord Holdequart shouted and a stream of power colored a murky taupe shot out of his wand.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The bolt struck Becky in the chest. She rose in the air, flipped one and a half times, and then landed on her neck with sickening crunch. Her bodily folded on itself into a heap, clearly dead.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I would've bought you a pizza," The Dork Lord grumbled at the corpse.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Lord Holdequart then turned. He spied Harry. Harry looked away from the rather wrinkled countenance of the man-woman. Even in a dress Holdequart did not cut a pretty figure. Harry heard bare feet crunching on grass and gravel. It drew near.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well, well, well. We have another guest," Holdequart said, seized Harry's chin, and made him look up. "Oh! What's this? I can touch you again without exploding? How can this bed? What terrible magic did the bad, bad Lord Holdequart use..."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It's blood magic. I get it," Harry interrupted The Dork Lord. "Pretty common. It means you neutralized the protection my parents gave me when you killed them. It's not a big secret or even very complicated. Any second-year could do it."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">A look of rage rampaged across Lord Holdequart aged features. A nose whittle down to a bare nub tried to flair. His cheek implants rose too high up, and it pulled against the plastic surgery done to his eyes so he appeared rather fish-like. Harry read all about Holdequart's attempts to hang onto his supposed youthful beauty, except no one ever called him (or her) beautiful. It seemed to form the core of his derangement.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>So you're a clever little wizard, eh?" The man-woman's voice shook with anger as he spoke. "Feel like a little duel, Mister Smarty-pants?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yeah, sure. Why not? You'll probably end up killing me some other way. At least I'll have a fighting chance," Harry said and tried to sound nonplussed by the offer. In the back of his mind he panicked because he knew what would happen to Neville.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Holdequart seemed apoplectic for a second. The he turned in dramatic circle, gown unevenly flowing behind him, and sashayed to a spot five meters from the cauldron fire pit. He struck a pose that made him look more like a fireman than Marlene Dietrich. Harry rolled his eyes while the Dungeaters gave another polite little clap.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Libero!" Pottybrew called from some place off to the side.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry fell to the ground. Blood rushed into his feet and hands. They throbbed with a pins-and-needles sensation as the blood returned. The slice on his arm pulsed with pain. Harry worried it would get infected if he did not get the cut treated soon. Even though it hurt to stand, he rose using the statue to help him maintain balance. All the Dungeaters swung around and pointed their wands at him. It seemed certain he would die even if he somehow miraculously managed to defeat Holdequart. His heart ached because the one he loved most would needlessly perish.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Come on, Potter, and get into position. I don't have all day. I've got places to go and people to fuck," Holdequart shrieked at him, but not nearly with the same ear-deafening tone as Professor McGonagall.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry staggered over to a location roughly six and half meters from The Dork Lord. His wand sailed through the air and he managed to catch it. Seeing the feared dark wizard in the flesh, something he never saw except as a baby, did not entirely compute in his head. When as that baby Harry managed to do something infants could not do, it caused Holdequart to detonate, and, thus, gave him the moniker of the Boy-Who-Came. Later, when taking refuge in the body of Professor Quirrell simply touching Harry cause both the professor and Holdequart to explode. Even the ghost of Tom Widdle trapped in the diary blew up when Harry jabbed the book with the basilisk boner. Somehow Harry expected The Dork Lord to just go to pieces upon seeing the young wizard.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Okay, let's go through the niceties, so I can head out for a night on the town," the evil wizard said. "You bow. I curtsy. We swish our wands around. You pull some lame stunt. I catch you at it, killing curse, and blah, blah, blah. Got it?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Bite me," Harry answered.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Bow first," Holdequart said.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The Dork Lord raised his wand, and Harry's body went stiff with pain. Against his will he started to bend at the waist. Holdequart laughed. His followers politely chuckled. When Harry completed the bow, Holdequart held out the lower edges of his gown, daintily crossed his legs, and curtsied. Harry grunted in torment as his body got forcibly pushed upright.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>There. That makes things all nice and civil," Holdequart giggled through the statement. "Now raise your wand and utter some ridiculous spell that wont have any effect. I want people to know I defeated you fairly in a duel."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>This is not fair!" A voice called out. "You are an abomination!"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Cedric, no! Get back!" Harry yelled as he saw his friend come racing out from behind a tombstone.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Wormdick, dispose of that pretty boy and feed him to the werewolves when you're done," Lord Holdequart muttered.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The neutered Pottybrew danced out from behind the knot of Dungeaters. He came up in Diggory's blind spot. He acted before Harry could warn his friend.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>ASS-END OVERHEAD!" Wormdick squealed at the top of his lungs.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The same dingy colored streak of power shot through the air. It struck Ass Cleft in the side, but he still sailed into the air, flipped around one and a half times, and landed on his neck. The breaking of bones rattled through the clearing in the cemetery. Ass Cleft did not move.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>No!" Harry shouted. He turned to The Dork Lord. "Petrificus totalis!"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>ASS-END OVERHEAD!" Holdequart simultaneously screamed.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The two spell got cast in the same instant. Harry's gray-blue bolt of energy met the dingy taupe power stream. A sound distinctly reminiscent of a loud, wet fart blared around them where the two streams collided. The area lit up with a lurid light of conflicting colors. It made Holdequart look dead. Harry felt it probably made him appear the same. That did not trouble him as much as the fact his wand seemed to grow slippery in his hand, and it appeared Holdequart experienced the same problem. The Dungeaters moved toward them.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>He's mine! By Morgan le Fay I've been waiting to fuck over this little turd for almost fifteen years. Anyone who denies me this will suffer like one of my enemies. Now, back off, you assholes," Holdequart hollered at his followers.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The group went back to fire pit filled with rank water and the dented cauldron.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>How long do you think you can keep this up, Potter? Huh?" The evil, mad wizard taunted him. "You're just a boy and a second-rate talent. The body binding spell? Please, I can deflect that in my sleep. I just knew you'd use a lame spell."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry ignored the taunt, turned his head and yelled: "Get Cedric's body, get the trophy, and go back to Snogwarts! Now. Do it now!"</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Who the hell are you talking to?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">With all eyes on him, Harry watched as a pair of hands reached out and dragged Cedric's corpse away from the edge of the fire pit. The ease with which it happened could only mean Diktor performed the task. Harry felt relieved the two visiting students might escape. He returned his attention The Dork Lord.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Poor Tom Widdle," Harry shouted across the distance. "You weren't born a freak, but you turned yourself into one. Couldn't be happy with a man or as one. Couldn't be happy with a woman or as one of those either. Instead of getting plastic surgery on your face, did you ever once think about picking one gender and getting the other removed?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It doesn't work like that, you butt nugget. You think it's easy cutting away half of what you are? I just wanted people to accept me as I am!" Holdequart answered in an angry, booming voice.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>But resorting to rape to meet your sexual needs? That's what losers do, Tom..."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It's Lord Holdequart. Show me some respect!"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You gave up on that option when you tried to force others into being copies of you," Harry rejoined. "Even a fourteen-year old knows that. You're pathetic!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The infuriated dark wizard redoubled his efforts and pushed Harry's bolt of magic backward. A terrible strain built in the young wizard's head as he struggled to fight in return. Slowly the advance of taupe magic slowed. It gradually reversed until the meeting point rested in the center.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Oh, somebody grew up and got some balls," The Dork Lord sarcastically intoned.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>At least one of us did!" Harry fired back.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Holdequart's face went slack for a moment, and then twisted into an ugly sneer as the pointed insult hit it's mark. Despite the juvenile nature of the remark, it proved effective against The Dork Lord who seemed incapable of brooking a single personal comment. Harry started to prepare a list of cutting statements he felt certain would goad the man-woman. It would likely end up leading to death, Harry thought, but it would buy time for Diktor and Foul. He tried to calm his mind as he watched Holdequart try to rein himself in.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">During the exchange and the standoff, Harry saw activity out of the corner of his left eye. He only moved head slightly to take a look. Just behind an above-ground crypt where The Dork Lord could not see, the two living champions held the body of the dead one and the trophy. Diktor pointed to the trophy and shook his head. It did not take a genius to figure out something went wrong with the plan. Harry started to wrack his brain without diverting too much of his attention from the duel with Holdequart.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">After a minute during which Holdequart's comments became increasingly vile until he got to the point where he compared Harry's anus to the nostril of chimpanzee, Harry found himself at loss. He could stay and fight The Dork Lord with a certain outcome of destruction or he could try to help the other two teenaged mages. He discounted his own chances of survival and focused on the other two. They would need his help, but he could not imagine in what capacity. The conundrum frustrated him, and Harry poured that frustration into his wand. The gray-blue light started to advance against the taupe stream. He reached further inside of himself and unearthed the anger he felt toward Dumbledore for engineering the needlessly deadly challenge in the first place. It apparently offered Holdequart spies a chance to infiltrate and make alterations.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Dammit!" Harry shouted as loud as he could.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The power flowing form his wand flared and pushed Holdequart's energies within a meter of the dark wizard. The man-woman started to look very concerned at the turn of events. He no longer taunted Harry and seemed to focus on the magical part of the fight. In a flash Harry realized he gained himself a slight advantage: The Dork Lord's magic would need additional time to reach the spot where Harry stood. He began a countdown in his head and applied every last dram of concentration he could push into his wand. The wood felt hot in his hand. When he feared he neared the breaking point, Harry put his nascent plan into action.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry just shut off the supply of power to his wand, jammed the stick of wood into his pocket, and ran to the crypt covering the other two tournament champions. His sudden motions seemed to disorient Holdequart who forgot to control his stream of magic. It flashed like a lighthouse as the crazed wizard spun in a circle. Harry heard the sound of bodies hitting the ground, but he could not see if Holdequart killed any of his own people. In the meanwhile, Diktor and Foul pulled him deeper into the shadows.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What are you doing?" Foul asked him in a cold voice.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Trying to find out why the hell you're still here!" Harry tersely answer.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>The trophy is not working. We touch it and touch it, but we stay here," Diktor said and skipped addressing Foul.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Voices began to ring through the cemetery as Holdequart brusquely ordered the Dungeaters to spread out and find Harry. Time became exceedingly precious. Harry glanced at the wizards who looked expectantly at him. He touched the trophy, but nothing happened. He slapped it with his hand. Diktor and Foul each grabbed a part to hold it steady. Still they remained in place.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Hold it up so I can see if anything is written on it," he told them.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">They did. He squinted and tried to read anything he could see on the base of the trophy. Dirt and grime obscured the bottom inch from where it got caught in the flood the young wizards produced earlier. He grabbed the tattered end of his sweater and tried to clean it off. He only added blood to the mess. Shouts echoed around them and some sounded close. In desperate act, Harry grabbed Cedric's dead arm and tried to use the cleaner sleeve to clear away the gunk. It panicked him to think what Dumbledore and the rest of the committee, let alone entire student body, would think about the death of the popular young man. A multitude of conflicting emotions regarding the headmaster assailed him. He wiped and wiped. Cedric's hand flopped around and made small metallic bangs on the ugly statue. Harry grabbed the hand and the trophy to silence it.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>The world tied itself into a knot. Harry felt like someone tried to make a pretzel out of him. His guts churned as he rolled and spun. It seemed to last for hours, but four seconds later he landed on the ground again with a dull thud. Three other thuds echoed around him. In a state of panic he jumped up and waved his wand around fearing Holdequart's forces would attack. Instead he faced the committee table where Dumbledore sat humming to himself. Barty Crouch sat off to his right, and the heads of Boobbeatons and Spurmstung lined up on the left. It took two seconds before a collective gasp issued form the audience.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What the...?" Harry intoned while blinked and attempted to make sense of the situation.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ah! They're out," Barty Crouch said.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>They're... what?" Dumbledore began politely and the finished with a shout.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The entourage at the head table all stood, except Madame Maximus who towered, and they gazed at the four champions. Diktor rumbled something in Bulgarian, and Harry felt certain Foul began cursing in French. The surreal method of their escape eluded explanation. However, Harry did know one fact. He dropped down onto his knees and rolled Ass Cleft over. Lifeless eyes stared up at the sky. The terror of facing Lord Holdequart got swept away by a profound sadness that Diggory did, indeed, get murdered. Harry lowered his head to Cedric's chest.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>No! No!" He began to wail. "NO! Not my friend. Not my friend!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">He grabbed handfuls of Ass Cleft's warm-up suit and tried to shake life into the corpse. He sobbed at the injustice of it all. Harry liked Cedric Diggory and considered him a real friend. Moreover, he felt Cedric held him in the same regard. Two sets of hands rubbed his back, and two more voices got added to the weeping.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What in bloody hell is going on down there?" Dumbledore demanded.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What is matter, Kum?" Igor Krackhead inquired in confusion.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Did something happen to that boy?" Barty Crouch queried.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>My word, is he... is zat Diggory boy dead?" Madame Maximus sputtered.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Chaos erupted as word spread that one of the champions arrived dead. It got worse when they correctly identified Diggory as the victim. People started streaming out of the stands. Cedric's father pushed through. He knelt across from Harry and took control of the body.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>My boy! My boy!" The man wailed in total grief.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">A woman sat next to him and shouted: "My son! My son!"</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>My student! My student!" Professor Flitwick sobbed as he joined those around the corpse.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Our Ass Cleft! Our Ass Cleft," moaned a majority of the male Snogwarts students.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry got nudged and elbowed away from his dead friend as mourners took over the situation. He felt sickened by the display because they did not know and did not witness what happened. Budding anger and profound grief warred within him. He started to reach for his wand when a strong hand stopped him. He looked to the left and into the scarred face of Goo-eye Moody. The orb that oozed a perpetual flow of slime whirled around in a crazy manner.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Isn't one enough?" The man asked in a gruff voice. His thick arm coiled around Harry's neck and started to pull him away. "It'll do you no good staying here, Potter."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>But I..." he began to argue in frustration and rage, but the expression on the man's face halted him in mid fury.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Come. Tell me what happened," Goo-eye ordered him.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">They walked unnoticed through the sobbing and wailing crowd. Goo-eye lead Harry toward the main road leading to the castle. As they traveled, Harry attempted to mentally frame the return of Lord Holdequart into words, but it seem to immense for such limited constructs. He glanced at the auror.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Tell me one thing that happened," the man rumbled.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The sound of the distraught crowd faded the closer they got to the castle.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Just one detail."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>He's back. Holdequart is back," Harry said barely above a whisper.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Goo-eye halted in his tracks. The magical eye stopped spinning and seemed to bore a hole into Harry. Harry could not recall any point in the past when the man's eyes looked at him in the same instant. He found it unnerving.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It was bound to happen, Potter, and no fault of yer own," Goo-eye said with what could only be called his brand of compassion. "Into the castle with you. You need a restorative. You look like hell to be honest."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">They walked without speaking. The man and boy headed down the stairs to the Dark Art's room and Moody's personal space. Inside the office three other rooms branched off. Harry did not see behind the doors or the curtain. Moody led him to his desk and sat Harry in a chair. Then he went to small upright cabinet and opened it. Harry heard the clinking of glass and smelled a strong almost acrid aroma. Mood returned with a glass containing perhaps a twenty milliliters of a bright orange liquid and handed it to Harry.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Cut fire water," Goo-eye explained. "You might not be physically old enough for it, but right now you look to be about ninety in mental years. Drink it up. It'll do you some good, Potter."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Séamus boasted about drinking fire water once in the past, but no one really believed him. Anyone who saw an adult drink even a small amount knew it could lay a man out flat for an hour. Harry eyed the concoction. It did not resemble the bright red liquor he saw at the Weasley's, and then he remember Goo-eye said he cut it. Thus, without thinking any more about it, Harry drained the glass into his mouth and swallowed.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">When his head stopped spinning, the air cooled, and he could breathe again, Harry worried about the tingling numbness in his feet, hands, lips, and gums. He could not feel his teeth. He cast an askew glance at the man.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I want you to note you're not laying on the floor, and blood isn't seeping out of yer ears, Harry," the man stated as if he already knew the question on Harry's mind. "Feel better?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I don't know if this is better, but it's different," he rejoined.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>So Holdequart is back. How?" Goo-eye skipped any pleasantries.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Before he could answer, Goo-eye's chest wobbled and Harry thought he could hear a voice. Moody glanced at him and, for a spare moment, looked sheepish. The trunk continued to move about and the voice got a little louder. The auror stood and walked back to the chest from which he got the firewater. After closing the lid, fiddling with a dial, and opening it again, Harry distinctly heard a man shouting. Whoever raised his voice knew a vast array foul epithets.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Shut your gob, Crouch," Goo-eye yelled into the chest. "Keep it up and I'll drop you in Banbabang myself. Tit!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The the war-disfigured man slammed the lid shut. He turned. Harry eyed the famed wizard.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Barty Crouch, Junior," the man stated.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I thought he escaped from prison?" Harry skeptically inquired.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Caught him outside King's Cross trying to get on the Snogwart's Express at the start of the year. He planned on mugging one of the professors here and taking their place with polyjuice. Once I knew he was up to no good, I figured I could use some fun for the year, so I kept him."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Fun? You mean sex toy?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Same difference," Moody replied. "Now what got done to you that left the Diggory boy dead?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry showed the man his arm. Then he explained what happened when the champions all touched the trophy. Once he got going he could not stop. The story poured out of him as if it needed to be told for its own reasons. He did not leave out a single detail. Recalling the death of Cedric caught his breath several times, but he plowed on even when the tears raced down his face. He finished with the part when the arrived back at the castle grounds.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>How did we get transported to the cemetery?" Harry grunted the question through a tight throat.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It's a fear key. It responds to the strongest fear that touches it. We thought it would take whoever touched it back to some part of the maze. Never expected it would be you... and not all of you at the same time," the scarred auror explained.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You people are complete dickheads!" Harry yelled.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Eh, might have a point there," Goo-eye semi-agreed. "But the big concern is Holdequart's return, and he used yer blood to do it. You're not an effective defense against him anymore, Potter. You're in worse danger than ever. I'd wager my other eye he's going to hunt you down as fast as he can. He's going want to go digging through yer head to find out what happened to him."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well isn't that just fucking great!" 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Harry Potter and the Loo of Desire Chapter 17 This work is a parody of J.K Rowling's Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, and it is not endorsed by either J.K. Rowling or her publishers. As a parody, this work is protected under the Fair Use Doctrine. The characterizations in this work deviate significantly from the original, and this does not imply these characterizations exist in the original work. The author received no financial compensation or endorsements for the production of this work. All characters in this story are fictional. This story depicts sexual acts between consenting minor males. This story is meant for entertainment purposes only and in no way reflects reality. Please be aware of local laws or ordinances that may prohibit the reading of such material. Comments regarding the story may be sent to dricshae(at)gmail(dot)com Please support Nifty with donations if able. DONATE HERE (A Parody) Chapter 17: Getting Completely Screwed, But Not in a Good Way Harry did not hear the last two champions enter, and neither did he see them. High above his head he saw the blue of the sky, but the light of the sun barely penetrated half a meter. He existed in a twilight demesne. More importantly, Harry knew himself to be alone. "Always walk forward. Always turn to the left," he told himself, and it surprised him when his voice sounded muted. Before he moved a centimeter, Harry pulled the wand from his pocket and held it firmly in his hand. He learned from the encounter with the Merscots. The end of it shook. He steadied himself. "Luminos," Harry muttered. The end of his wand glowed, but the light did not travel far. The gloom inside the maze consumed the light before it even traveled a meter. However, even a small source of light brought the young wizard a sense of comfort. His brain then tried to bolster him. "Think of Neville. You'd never be with him without this fucking tournament," he said, using one of Deans's favorite swear words. Harry forced his feet to move and tried to remain alert. Dumbledore's expression when the challenge began unnerved him. The cracked headmaster could do just about anything and likely feared no one, not even the Minister of Magic or the auror squads. As he walked, twigs snapped under his feet. His shoulder brushed the hedge, and yet all remained quiet. Six meters of walking brought him to the first crossing. As he planned, he turned left. Four meters later, he turned left again. Harry wished he did not. In the middle of path six, perhaps seven meters ahead stood something he only read about in books and something only someone as skilled as Madam Sprout could produce. A greenman, a living being made entirely of whatever plants or shrubbery lay about, stood swaying from side to side. Harry tried to recall what he read nearly two years before as part of an assignment regarding inappropriate uses of flora magic. Greenmen first came about under the ancient druids, and the creatures got used as guardians of cairns and burial sites. The original Arthurian legends made note of them, he remembered, but the fictionalized versions bore little resemblance to reality. The greenman only wore a human shape; however, it looked like an almost three-meter tall humanoid and nearly filled the entire passage. Harry began to back up slowly. When he turned the corner in reverse, he breathed a sigh of relief. He needed to chose between retreating, an act the maze books told him to avoid, or press forward. Harry moved forward and gingerly crossed the opening. The greenman did not give pursuit. Further ahead he got forced into turning right, but he stayed on the left side. He noted the ground seemed to become more spongy. Harry paused. A shout or scream sounded through the air. Harry could not tell if it came from a female or male. Once again he fought against his instincts to try and find the person who might need aid. "Keep to the path. Don't backtrack. Don't veer off. Always turn to the left," he repeated the instructions to himself. The echo of a commotion caught his attention, yet Harry persisted with his self-imposed regimen. He walked forward. The ground began make a squishing sound with every step. Water soon seeped into his shoes. It did not take long before he found himself ankle-deep in liquid. It smelled fetid. Something brushed against his ankle. Harry stopped. He pointed his wand straight ahead. "Fuego!" He yelled. A great column of flame lanced out of his wand and barreled down the space between the hedges. The smell of burning greenery reached his nose, a scorched pine of sorts, and some places caught fire. However, the thing that rose out of the water and struggled to avoid the flame made Harry's knees shake. It looked no more than a gigantic pile of moldered leaves and muck with a variety of tentacles waving about. It splashed through the water. Harry heard another shout, and it seemed close by. Without dropping his wand or ending the flame, he began to walk backward. Distinctive English cursing reached his ears, and that could only mean one person. The swearing drew closer. Moments later a body banged into his, and Harry nearly dropped his wand. "Harry! Harry!" Ass Cleft yelled into his ear. "Aim that down this way. It's coming after me!" "You haven't seen what's in front of me," he answered in a dire tone. Harry felt a shudder run through the ground. He made a singular guess as to the cause. Given what he knew about the threat trailing Diggory and what he did not know about the threat in front of him, he decided it would be best to eliminate one of them. Without ceasing the flame, he turned to his right. The funnel of fire short forward. Five meters before him the greenman became a waving conflagration. Arms now on fire thrashed against the hedgerow, and bits of those also caught fire. Harry, however, kept his wand aimed at the burning ambulatory bush. The green leaves and needles turned to ash. Branches and twigs twisted in the flames. The greenman sank to the ground, completely aflame, and lay motionless. Harry counted to ten before he cut off the fire. "Thank Merlin," Cedric heaved. "Good use of the fire spell." "We've got another problem," Harry told him, and began to turn toward the other threat. Both he and Cedric fell to the ground as slimy, thick vines wrapped around their legs. A wet slapping sound made it to his ears. Both boys began to shout orders at one another, but it made no sense. Harry knew better than to use the fire spell against the creature since he might end up cooking Ass Cleft at the same time. Harry struggled to concentrate. The vines started dragging him toward the water and an assumed drowning. He tried to kick his legs, but the vines held tight. As he slid ever closer to the puddle, he heard splashing. "Harry. It's pulling us in. It's water!" Diggory hollered at him. "I know! Do something!" Harry shouted in return. "I can't get to my wand!" Stupid prat, Harry ungraciously thought. He struggled to think of what to do that would neutralize the creature and not kill both of them. His brain spit out an idea, and he tried to reject it. "Harry! It's getting deeper!" Ass Cleft all but screamed. Harry held his wand at the ready, but did not act. He needed to wait until he touched the water as well, yet he did not know if it would endanger Cedric. It did not take long before he felt his pants become soaked. He jabbed his wand into the muddy water. "Conglacior!" He incanted and almost immediately started to regret it. The liquid froze around him, locking his vine-entwined ankles in ice. He heard Diggory begin to shout in an entirely different manner. A dull keening also got added to the mix. Harry, however, knew better than to relent. He concentrated on the spell even when he began to shiver from the cold. He ignored Ass Cleft's pleas for assistance since he already lent aid, and not for the first time. Somewhere ahead of him the creature started to thrash in what he hoped might be an attempt to flee the encroaching ice. Despite the freezing, he persisted. A thunderous crack rent the air. The pressure around his ankles lessened. He felt the hedge on his right shudder as if in an earthquake. Ass Cleft continued to yell. Harry strained his ears. He could not hear the creature. He ceased the freezing spell. "Fuego... exi... exi," he tried to remember the words for the augmented fire spell. "Fuegus exiguus," Cedric shouted at him. "Oh, right. Yeah," Harry mumbled. "Fuegus exiguus." A flame no longer than his arm shot out of the end of his wand. Short, but not deficient of heat. The ice around his legs began to melt as he swept the fire back and forth. Within a minute the ice softened enough so he could break his limbs free. Harry struggled to get to his feet since his lower legs felt numb and he stood on ice. He kicked away the pieces of the vine. With his right hand gripping the wand spitting fire, he used his left to grab the hedge and steady himself. He made slow progress in finding his friend and fellow champion. Three meters ahead he found Cedric with only his head and one arm sticking out of the ice. "P-p-please, H-Harry," Ass Cleft begged him. Harry set to work carefully melting the ice around Diggory. Cedric's teeth chattered the whole time, and it made sense given he got encased in ice. It took almost five minutes before Harry melted enough to forcibly yank the young man free. Cedric curled into ball, hugging his legs, as he shivered. "Th-th-thanks, Harry. Tw-twice." "Yeah, no problem," he dryly replied. He watched as Diggory dug around in the warm-up sweatsuit he wore and found his wand. His hand violently shook as he aimed it at himself. Then he said as he waved his wand: "Aeris calor." A hot breeze emerged from the end of it. Steam began to rise off of the older teenager. Harry ducked a little ways behind Cedric so he got a good portion of the air blowing on him. It rapidly warmed him, and his clothing also began to emit steam. They sat like that for over five minutes. "Handy spell, that one," Harry said while gaining his feet. He held out a hand and helped Cedric to his. "What was the wand motion?" Cedric gave him a quick lesson. "You were pretty brilliant, Harry. A lot calmer than I stayed," his friend complimented him after the younger wizard demonstrated the correct wand movement. "Not the first time I've been in a scrap or two, but these... well, at least they weren't smart," Harry tried to downplay what he did. "You know, I've practiced dueling a lot and studied loads of spells," Ass Cleft continued, "but I panicked when I saw the walking tree. It's a lot different when you know your opponent is going to try and kill you." "Yeah, makes a difference. Forces you to think faster on your feet. Speaking of which, I think we need to hoof it out of here before that muck thing comes back," he said and glanced around. "I don't think I killed it, but rather made it fairly angry." "Which way?" "Always forward." Harry took the lead with his wand held out before him. While he froze a good portion of the swampy water, the two still needed to wade knee deep to get away from the muck creature's lair. They came to a tee. While Cedric hesitated, Harry immediately turned to his left. Cedric grabbed the edge of his sweater. "Where are you going?" The older student asked. "I don't know. It's a maze, remember?" He testily countered. "But why that direction." Harry sketched out the basics of his plan that, in truth, formed the whole of his plan. Cedric quietly listened. Once the logic got laid out, he nodded. "That makes sense," Ass Cleft said as he glanced back and forth between the directions. "So pick a turn and always follow along it." "Pretty much. It might be slow going, but at least I won't cross over my own path. Sooner or later it'll lead me through the maze without needing to know where I am or how I got there," he concluded. "And that also makes sense. Tell you what: you go left and I'll go right. Whoever gets to the trophy first comes and finds the rest of us. Deal?" Diggory suggested with amazing confidence for one who just got attacked by a pile of rotting leaves, tied up by vines, and frozen in swamp water. "Isn't there safety in numbers?" Harry challenged. "Yes, but two of us heading in opposite directions means we cover twice the distance in the same amount of time." "Eh... good point," he conceded. "Right. Just keep your wand at the ready." Cedric waved his wand in the air. "And if you find the trophy, just keep going the same direction you started. We should run into each other fairly soon. I'll do the same," his friend further refined the idea. Harry nodded and said: "Good luck, Cedric, and be careful." "You, too, Harry... and thanks. Diktor is right about you: you do have good character." Harry felt himself blush, and waved at the handsome Hufflepuff member. Cedric spun on one foot and began walking away. Harry turned back to the direction he initially chose. Encountering two creatures in such rapid succession made him more cautious. Harry strode with purpose, but he tried to keep his ears and eyes sharp. After traveling for ten minutes, he realized he walked without aid of light. It dawned on him his eyes adjusted to the gloom and that light might be both a warning to other creatures and an impediment to his vision. He walked and turned, walked and turned, and soon got completely disoriented except he knew he always turned to the left. He paused, and then thought he saw another greenman. Harry raised his wand and prepared to unleash another torrent of fire. He withheld. Harry watched in utter amazement as several pieces of the hedgerow unearthed their roots, and then tiptoed around on them. The swaying, ten-meter tall shrubbery expertly re-positioned themselves, and then dug their roots back into the ground. They reformed into a solid hedgerow, but in a new location. It occurred almost soundlessly. Harry not only never saw anything like it, he never imagined it could be done. "Bravo, Madam Sprout," he quietly said. "Hope I get a chance to tell you how impressive it is." He resumed walking, and then stopped. His mouth fell open as the ramifications of what he witnessed took hold in his mind. The mobile plants rendered his plan useless if they changed the layout of the maze at random intervals. Even using the tried and true method of orienteering without a compass became null and void. Harry felt the urge to panic rise in his system. "No! No! Keep a cool head, Harry," he told himself. "Think! Think!" An answer popped into his brain. He held out his right hand, and then laid his wand across the palm. He concentrated for a moment. "Revelio trophy," he commanded. The wand spun in a circle on his hand. When it came to a stop the wand pointed to the right of the direction he currently followed. He frowned. The spell would not make accommodations for obstacles in his way. It simply pointed directly at the object in question. However, it did give Harry a notion on how to proceed. He simply needed to stop every now and again to triangulate on the trophy. It meant abandoning the plan he rehearsed so carefully for several days. Knowing the maze changed it's pattern whenever it wanted also meant whatever menaces lay in wait could be anywhere. A new path might open that would expose a new danger otherwise made safe by the hedges. Harry kept his wand at the ready. Another ten minutes passed in blissful boredom. He stopped to get a new fix on the trophy since he made a dozen turns. It lay directly in front of him, but immediately block by a hedge wall and who knew how many others. "Clever, little man-child," a heavily accented voice said from somewhere above him. Harry ducked and looked around. He saw nothing. The voice, however, tantalized his brain. It triggered something deep within his memories. "But I wonder if thy methods play unfairly with the spirit of the game," the voice pondered. The young wizard hopped to his feet in another state of amazement, and he queried: "Lord dragon?" "So Harry Potter dost remember." The hedgerow to his immediate right violently shook as the dragon crawled down from where it perched in the heights. Harry forget, and probably purposefully, the size of the dragon. It's long, sinewy body and folded wings filled the passage from hedge to hedge. Harry stared at it. "How could I forget, lord dragon?" He answered and remembered the protocol of dealing with dragons. Harry bowed. When he righted, the dragon barely dipped it's head. "I am called Pusztító if thou hast needs for a name," the dragon told him and chuckled a bit. "I am honored, Lord Pusztító." "Thou art mindful of the old ways, but, alas, it shall be the last about which thou art mindful." "What do you mean?" Harry blurted. "Thy quest ends here, Harry Potter. Following my wrath upon our last meeting, a gray-beard of a man did treat with me. For this service I perform it is agreed to leave my kind be lest a war ignite between us," Lord Pusztító stated in a solemn tone. "It is my duty, and in some ways my privilege, to ensure thee and thy fellows never leave this maze. I am on a hunt." Harry felt his heart sink. It seemed grotesquely unfair to use a dragon in two different challenges. Of course, it also seemed perfect for Dumbledore. Of all the creatures in the maze, neither Harry nor the other champions stood a chance of escaping this one. The beast moved unfettered through the maze. It seemed logical that it crawled along the top looking down into the corridors to find them. Dumbledore literally guaranteed they would all get slaughtered. "You mean to say you got hired as mercenary to hunt and kill us?" He paraphrased the dragon. "Vulgar though thy terms might be, it the true gist of my mission. I am bound by oath, as thou surely made guess," the dragon told him as though discussing the local weather. "Like the oath you made to me?" He questioned. The dragon suddenly pulled it's head back and upward. It looked down on Harry with an expression he could not decipher. Harry gathered what courage remained to him to meet his fiery end in the face. However, the dragon continued to stare at him from four meters up in the air. The pause unnerved the boy. He and the great beast eyed one another. Harry wondered why the animal hesitated. "Wait a moment," Harry said as the light flickered in his head. "You did make vow. Lord Pusztító, you said you would not kill me or my friends or anyone on the castle grounds if I freed you. I did free you. You are still bound by that oath, aren't you?" "Hmm, it appears I fixed myself at cross purposes," the dragon rumbled in consternation, "for I did, indeed, parley with thee and made vow to do thee and those who dwell in this realm no harm in a bid for my freedom. Yet I act now for the good of my kind to secure their safety as well. Prithee, Harry Potter, if thou stood in my stead, upon which course would thou set foot?" Harry boggled at the fierce and quite clearly intelligent creature. That a dragon would ask his opinion wrangled the top spot from the self-configuring hedgerow of nearly unbelievable moments. He understood his answer could very well doom himself and the others. His thoughts ran wild with indecision as both an answer and a solution eluded him. Mostly Harry wanted to live to try and find a way out of the maze. He did not care one whit if he won: only his freedom and sparing Neville's life mattered at the moment. Thinking of Neville calmed him. A new notion sprang to mind. "Lord Pusztító, can I ask you a question?" He inquired. "Thou mayest," the dragon conceded. "It's sort of a chicken and egg question..." "And to what end does domesticated fowl play in this matter?" "Well, back when they had you chained and that plug crammed up your arse," Harry began. The dragon growled. "Sure, it's not a pleasant memory, but why didn't you kill me when you had the chance after I removed the plug?" He asked a question to which he already knew the answer. "I saw thee as a means to win my freedom, Harry Potter. I am aware of the value thy kind places on thy short, brutish lives, and played it to my advantage," Lord Pusztító answered and sounded a little aggrieved at stating the obvious. "I thought so, so let me ask you this: would you have been able to make this new deal if I hadn't freed you in the first place?" Harry inquired and hoped his logic proved sound. "Thou displays a nimble mind, man-child, and thy words beg the truth of it," the great beast said in a thoughtful manner while its head lowered by two meters. "Had thou elected to die that day, I should think thy kind would strike me dead very soon after. Thus, this day would never arrive. Hence, the vow I made with thee holds greater force over me as I, too, do value my freedom and my life." "So, just to be clear, you're not going to hunt us down and kill us?" "Nay, Harry Potter, I shan't. Thou once more bargained for thy life and emerged the victor. While I hold serious reservations thou intended such a long-lived and potent treaty, I am bound by the honor of my kind to see it through. Thou may pass unmolested by me, man-child, and so too may thy compatriots." "My thanks to you, Lord Pusztító," Harry said with obvious relief and he bowed. "Mayhap would thee find offense if I did beleaguer thy comrades before letting them pass as a jibe and a jest?" Harry glanced at the dragon while he sorted through the words. When he believed he understood the meaning, he began to nod his head. He saw the edges of the dragon's mouth curl. "All right, but not too much or for too long. We still have to find our way out of here before nightfall," Harry agreed and laid down a small condition. The dragon rapidly lowered its head so that it floated level with Harry's. The bituminous odor wafting from the creature's mouth made Harry feel lightheaded. He also got the chance to appreciate he would barely make a mouthful for the animal if it decided to eat him. Once more a sense of real indebtedness to Neville for sending him to the library on that October morning took root. "While I may be the worst thou could fear to face, Harry Potter, there exist other terrors within this copse of which thou should be sorely afraid. Thou will need all thy courage and skill to see thee through... should that even be possible," Lord Pusztító warned him. "Yeah, I faced a couple already," Harry calmly said. "But I thank you, lord dragon, for the warning. It has been my honor to talk with you twice." "It is thy extreme fortune thou lived through both engagements, man-child. Few have ever seen the next dawn after meeting me but once." Harry bowed and took note of the other warning in the creatures words. Before he could right himself, he heard the rustle of the hedgerow. By the time he stood again, the dragon vanished. Harry did not envy what Ass Cleft, Diktor, and Foul would endure when the dragon found them, but the knowledge they would not perish from the encounter gave him heart. Fury again coursed through him over the fact Dumbledore employed the dragon to destroy the contestants. Only blind luck saved Harry that the headmaster chose one already bound by oath to him. He wondered if the old man took that into consideration when dealing with creature. Anger surged in his gut. "This entire challenge can go to hell," he grumbled. "There don't seem to be any fair rules." Harry pointed his wand in the direction it last showed when searching out the trophy. He carefully waved it in a specific pattern while concentrating with all his might. Then he inhaled. "Fuego majoris!" He shouted. A lance of fire twice the size he used to take out the greenman vaulted from the end of his wand. The heat it generated blew back against Harry, and he turned his head to stop his eyes from drying out behind his glasses. It burned a hole through hedgerow. Harry saw the edges of the greenery attempting to repair itself, but his fire spell burned too hot. Harry stepped through the smoldering hole in the shrubbery. On the other side he heard strange footfalls as things ran from his conflagration. He aimed again at the next hedge, and another large opening got created while the one behind him sealed itself. He walked through the new portal. A roar greeted him, but he aimed the fire at it. While maintaining the spell at such a powerful level began to tax him, his outrage at the entire nature of the tournament gave him plenty of mental fuel. Whatever tried to attack him got consumed by fire and ran blazing in the other direction. While Harry did not like to cause undue or unnecessary harm against living creatures, he realized everything in the maze got designed to kill him and the tournament champions. Hence, his sense of guilt dispersed. It only seemed right certain death should be met with certain death. Row after row of hedges got charred long enough for Harry to make an exit to the next. Columns of smoke twirled into the sky marking his progress. His arm and mind labored to keep the intense fire roaring. At one point he saw the dragon leap off the ground and onto a hedge a safe distance away from his spell. Then something ran toward him, and Harry gained a moment of clarity and did not incinerate it. Diktor Kum, his burgundy and black jacket in tatters and streaked with blood, looked exhausted but pleased. Harry ended his spell. "You are good sight for eyes, Harry," the young man said in his thick Bulgarian accent. "That dragon come down with much surprise." "Yeah, I ran into it as well," Harry replied through light panting. "You can probably guess what it took to drive it off." Diktor pointed to hole closing behind Harry. While he did not like like lying to the famed fappitch player, he did not want to reveal why the dragon did not eat Diktor either. It seemed to preserve the terrifying aura of the beast. He wondered if the dragon listened to what he said. "I ran into Ass Cleft a while ago," Harry switched subjected. "He was heading in the opposite direction from me." "This place does not stay in same pattern. I have seen the tree things moving," Diktor stated. "I saw that, too, and it messed up my method of trying to navigate through the maze. It's pretty smart when you think about it." "Smart, yes, but why? Is not maze big enough to make it hard for us to find a way through?" "Welcome to Snogwarts, Diktor. A school run by a madman," Harry growled the words. The Bulgarian stared at him and nodded his head once. Since the conversation stalled, Harry held out his hand with the wand lying flat against it. He channeled his thoughts. "Revelio trophy," he completed the incantation. The wand spun, and then pointed to slightly to his right. It pleased Harry to think he managed to stay on course. Kum frowned. "How are you certain they do not mess with spells?" The strapping youth inquired. "Because they would get lost in here as well if they did. There are spells that stop people from apparating on Snogwarts grounds, and I don't think Dumbledore would cancel that," he replied after a moment of thought. "You seem to know Dumbledore and what he does. How is this?" "I think he's been trying to kill me for four years now. Maybe not always actively, but here and there. Mostly I think he does it `cause he gets bored running the school. He might be more interested in watching me face Holdequart." Diktor's heavy eyebrows drew together at the mention of the name, but he did not flinch like others did. Harry respected the self-control. At the same time he adjusted his stance and faced the hedge. He held out his wand. "Is this not cheating to burn away walls?" Diktor asked. "Is it not cheating to set a dragon loose in the maze to find and kill us?" Harry moodily answered and glared at the Bulgarian. "Diktor, there are no rules to this game. I've read and re-read the history of it several times. Whoever designs the challenges can do whatever they hell they want. Look at you? Do you think it's fair what you've had to face already... and for a stupid tournament?" Diktor did not give any sign he agreed or disagreed. "Diktor, Dumbledore is banking on your sense of fair play to get you. While you try to act like a real sportsman and competitor, he's trying to annihilate you any way he can and to hell with any rules. Ever wonder why Holdequart is so afraid of that man? That's the reason: Dumbledore actually has less morals and ethics than The Dork Lord!" After a count of three, Diktor asked: "What spell do you cast?" "Fuego majoris." The older teenager positioned his body in a stance. He held out his wand. His face scrunched up a bit as he loudly said: "Pozhar golyam!" A cone of fire the size and strength Harry generated shot forward. The green needles of the hedge turned to gray dust. The branches and trunks hidden behind got charred to cinder. After after almost ten seconds, Diktor walked forward. Harry followed so close close his knees bumped into the Bulgarian's legs. While Diktor continued to burn a path before them, Harry regularly used the revelio spell to locate the trophy. They made slow, steady progress. Harry tried to calculate how far they traveled. When they blasted through another hedge, Harry heard screaming. He spun around and tried to find the source. Perhaps eight meters away he spotted a Minotaur wielding a large stone axe. It swung at something, and that something screamed. Harry recognized the scream. While Diktor continued to incinerate part of the shrubbery before them, he turned and ran toward the beast. "Petrificus totalis," he yelled while aiming his wand. The spell did not perform as expected. It did, however, get the Minotaur's attention. It turned in a ponderous manner. The red eyes in the bull head glared at Harry. Harry saw what made the screams, and Foul looked entirely relieved the attention of the beast got diverted. The Minotaur snorted once and planted it's feet. Harry could tell it planned on charging him. Given it stood roughly two and a half meters tall, it posed a rather serious threat. Harry walked backward with his arm extended behind him without taking his eyes off the beast. When his arm brushed against fabric, he grabbed a handful and pulled at it. "What?" Diktor yelled at him. "I, ah, think you need to see this," Harry said. "Da, tashaci!" The young man apparently swore in his native tongue. "How did you find that monster?" "It was here when we arrived, and it cornered Foul!" The two boys watched as the Minotaur first stomped one hoof, and then the other. Harry felt the impact in the soles of his feet. It lowered the enormous axe to seemingly balance the weight. When it began to bend at the waist and lower it's head, Harry knew it would make a run at them. It let loose with a grunting shout, flexed it well muscled arms, and then promptly fell flat on its face. Seconds later Foul ran out from behind the struggling monster that now contended with grass and vines growing wildly around its legs and lower torso. Harry glanced at Diktor, and Diktor frowned while nodding his head. "Nice work, Foul," Harry complimented. "I would be dead if you had not distracted it," she said and sounded, at least to Harry's ears, grateful. Harry kept one eye on the Minotaur that gradually got covered with vegetation. "It will hold for a while, Harry," Foul told him. "But `ow did you get here?" "Burned our way through. We're not messing around anymore. We heading straight for the trophy to end this idiotic contest," he rumbled his response. "But the fire? Will zey not say you `ave cheated?" She rightly inquired. "The maze is a cheat," Diktor answered before Harry. "That bull would kill you." Foul appeared surprised as if she never consider the idea the creature might actually destroy her. "And a dragon hunts us. It is not meant for us to live through this," the Bulgarian told the French young woman. "'Ow do you know zis, Diktor?" Foul demanded. Kum looked over at Harry and said: "Harry saved me from the dragon, and he is knowing all of what his headmaster is planned." "'Ow?" She then demanded of Harry. "You don't get it, do you?" He spat at her. "Stop thinking this is real contest `cause it's not! The more you try to play by some sense of rules, the greater the chance is you're going to die. I know Dumbledore. He's been my headmaster for almost four years. He designed this maze to kill every one of us, and he doesn't care if anyone knows. It what he does!" Foul opened her mouth, but Diktor said: "Ignore him, but you will die if you do. Think of the underwater job. Think of the dragons and what needed to be done. These are not simple games to test us. Harry figured out these plans, and three times now he saved us because he knows this man. Don't be stupid, Foul. Think. Listen!" "If we work together, we might actually get out of this alive," Harry told her. The young woman with sizable breasts and a huge behind glanced back and forth between them. Neither Harry nor Diktor moved or said another word. Her face assumed a fierce set. "What do we do?" With three mages working as one, they made a formidable force. Diktor continued to torch the hedgerows. Harry resumed guiding them with the revelio spell. Foul chipped in by using a modified luminos spell that cut through the gloom. She also acted as the sentinel for any monster that came near them. Along the way they roasted a manticore, boiled a hydra and an octopus, froze a pack of hellhounds, and sliced through carnivorous plants. Harry knew only their combined strength kept them alive. Any one of the traps would be too much for a single junior witch or wizard to hold at bay for long. Foul finally agreed the maze to be a complete deathtrap. They got further proof when they cut through a hedge and encountered a jet black scorpion the size of small house. "Merde!" Foul screamed at the beast. "Help!" Ass Cleft's voice reverberated from a point on the other side of gigantic arachnid. Diktor hit the tail with fire before Harry roughly shoved his arm to the side. The powerful fappitch played looked murderous. Harry met his aggression with his own. "You'll kill Cedric!" He yelled in the Bulgarian's face. "Then how do we kill it?" Diktor yelled right back. The glistening ebony bug chittered, clacked its horrendous claws, and swung the lethal envenomed tail from side to side. Diktor's fire did not appear to even phase it. Harry could not imagine how Ass Cleft managed to survive an attack by the scorpion. Diktor's question, unfortunately, left Harry scrambling for an answer. "I don't know," he admitted after a few seconds of listening to Diggory beg for help. "I'm just a fourth year. Don't you know any clever spells?" Harry could scarcely believe the looks of disappointment both Diktor and Foul threw at him. They possessed more training than him, and yet the expected him to find a solution. It seemed the tournament turned everything upside down. He scowled at them and shook his head. "It is a bug!" Foul shouted above the din created by the insect and the person trapped on the other side of it. "Got any bug spray to take that thing out?" Harry yelled in further disbelief at the idiocy of her comment. "Do you know, ah... smŭrt-krilo stŭrshel... bee... not bee, but stings and flies," Diktor said in a flurry. "Wasp? Hornet?" Harry guessed. "Da, yes, the hornet. We have the hornet that makes dead when flies on wings... no, the wings of the dead... no! Laĭna!" "Death?" Harry guessed again. "Da! Da! The wings of... no, the death wings hornet," Diktor said and sounded happy. "Size of arm from elbow to palm. One sting, and nyet." He drew his thumb across his neck. "And you mention this because...?" Harry led with a question. "They drown in water. Most all insects drown in water. They breathe through belly," the Bulgarian said while slapping his injured stomach and never winced. Within five second Harry believed he knew exactly what Diktor intended. He raised his wand, then glanced a Foul. Diktor followed suit. The lone female raised her arm and wand. "Cedric! Use a bubblehead charm. A flood is coming in ten seconds to get rid of the scorpion!" He bellowed at the top of his lungs. Then he counted down aloud for the benefit of his current colleagues. "Aguamenti," Harry shouted with as much force as he could while mentally doing the same. A jet of water, clean and clear, shot out of his wand. Seconds later, Diktor and Foul incanted in their native languages, and two more large funnels of water joined his. It struck the scorpion on the side. The titanic arachnid wheeled about and screeched at them. The trio of mages did not relent. Harry applied as much concentration as he could to increase the flow. The area around the armored,multi-limbed menace started to flood as Harry predicted. It snapped its claws as it began to rise when the water level got high enough. Back flow swirled around the legs the spell casters, but the majority swirled down a passage in the hedge not far from where Ass Cleft got pinned. Water spilled in every direction, but most of it struck the scorpion. It took longer than Harry thought it would, but eventually the scorpion got pulled away by the flow of water. It splashed and thrashed as it tried to maintain a hold on the ground. It's claws vainly attempted to seek purchase in the hedgerow, but it only succeeded in pruning numerous branches. Harry, Diktor, and Foul kept their wands aimed at the scorpion, and the deluge continued unabated. Although doubtful they killed it, Harry watch in morose fascination as the gargantuan bug whirled in the water. In the midst of it flowing down the aisle between hedges, a fourth jet of water added to theirs, and the current picked up speed. The last Harry saw of the scorpion came in the form of two black claws waving about as it turned a corner some ten or twelve meters away. "Thanks again, Harry," Cedric heaved when he dispelled the air bubble from around his head. "This was Diktor's plan," he graciously gave credit to the appropriate party. "This was all of us," Diktor magnanimously offered, and included Foul. "Now what?" Foul asked. "That," Ass Cleft said while he turned and pointed. On the ground wedged between the trunks of two hedges lay a golden statue of a naked troll holding it's spotty bum over a toilet. Huge breasts dangled downward from the chest while a ridiculously large penis sprang between them. It looked so comical Harry could not find the will to laugh at it. "That is The Loo of Desire," Cedric needlessly announced. 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<div id="readability-content"><h1>Harry Potter and the Loo of Desire Chapter 17</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> <p> This work is a parody of J.K Rowling's <u>Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire</u>, and it is not endorsed by either J.K. Rowling or her publishers. As a parody, this work is protected under the Fair Use Doctrine. </p> <p> The characterizations in this work deviate significantly from the original, and this does not imply these characterizations exist in the original work. The author received no financial compensation or endorsements for the production of this work.</p> <p> All characters in this story are fictional. This story depicts sexual acts between consenting minor males. This story is meant for entertainment purposes only and in no way reflects reality. Please be aware of local laws or ordinances that may prohibit the reading of such material.</p> <p> Comments regarding the story may be sent to dricshae(at)gmail(dot)com</p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Please support Nifty with donations if able. <a href="http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html">DONATE HERE</a> </span></span></span> </p> <hr> <h3>(A Parody)</h3> <h3>Chapter 17: Getting Completely Screwed, But Not in a Good Way</h3> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry did not hear the last two champions enter, and neither did he see them. High above his head he saw the blue of the sky, but the light of the sun barely penetrated half a meter. He existed in a twilight demesne. More importantly, Harry knew himself to be alone.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Always walk forward. Always turn to the left," he told himself, and it surprised him when his voice sounded muted.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Before he moved a centimeter, Harry pulled the wand from his pocket and held it firmly in his hand. He learned from the encounter with the Merscots. The end of it shook. He steadied himself.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Luminos," Harry muttered.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The end of his wand glowed, but the light did not travel far. The gloom inside the maze consumed the light before it even traveled a meter. However, even a small source of light brought the young wizard a sense of comfort. His brain then tried to bolster him.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Think of Neville. You'd never be with him without this fucking tournament," he said, using one of Deans's favorite swear words.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry forced his feet to move and tried to remain alert. Dumbledore's expression when the challenge began unnerved him. The cracked headmaster could do just about anything and likely feared no one, not even the Minister of Magic or the auror squads. As he walked, twigs snapped under his feet. His shoulder brushed the hedge, and yet all remained quiet. Six meters of walking brought him to the first crossing. As he planned, he turned left. Four meters later, he turned left again. Harry wished he did not.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">In the middle of path six, perhaps seven meters ahead stood something he only read about in books and something only someone as skilled as Madam Sprout could produce. A greenman, a living being made entirely of whatever plants or shrubbery lay about, stood swaying from side to side. Harry tried to recall what he read nearly two years before as part of an assignment regarding inappropriate uses of flora magic. Greenmen first came about under the ancient druids, and the creatures got used as guardians of cairns and burial sites. The original Arthurian legends made note of them, he remembered, but the fictionalized versions bore little resemblance to reality. The greenman only wore a human shape; however, it looked like an almost three-meter tall humanoid and nearly filled the entire passage. Harry began to back up slowly.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">When he turned the corner in reverse, he breathed a sigh of relief. He needed to chose between retreating, an act the maze books told him to avoid, or press forward. Harry moved forward and gingerly crossed the opening. The greenman did not give pursuit. Further ahead he got forced into turning right, but he stayed on the left side. He noted the ground seemed to become more spongy. Harry paused.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">A shout or scream sounded through the air. Harry could not tell if it came from a female or male. Once again he fought against his instincts to try and find the person who might need aid.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Keep to the path. Don't backtrack. Don't veer off. Always turn to the left," he repeated the instructions to himself.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The echo of a commotion caught his attention, yet Harry persisted with his self-imposed regimen. He walked forward. The ground began make a squishing sound with every step. Water soon seeped into his shoes. It did not take long before he found himself ankle-deep in liquid. It smelled fetid. Something brushed against his ankle. Harry stopped. He pointed his wand straight ahead.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Fuego!" He yelled.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">A great column of flame lanced out of his wand and barreled down the space between the hedges. The smell of burning greenery reached his nose, a scorched pine of sorts, and some places caught fire. However, the thing that rose out of the water and struggled to avoid the flame made Harry's knees shake. It looked no more than a gigantic pile of moldered leaves and muck with a variety of tentacles waving about. It splashed through the water.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry heard another shout, and it seemed close by. Without dropping his wand or ending the flame, he began to walk backward. Distinctive English cursing reached his ears, and that could only mean one person. The swearing drew closer. Moments later a body banged into his, and Harry nearly dropped his wand.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry! Harry!" Ass Cleft yelled into his ear. "Aim that down this way. It's coming after me!"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You haven't seen what's in front of me," he answered in a dire tone.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry felt a shudder run through the ground. He made a singular guess as to the cause. Given what he knew about the threat trailing Diggory and what he did not know about the threat in front of him, he decided it would be best to eliminate one of them. Without ceasing the flame, he turned to his right. The funnel of fire short forward. Five meters before him the greenman became a waving conflagration. Arms now on fire thrashed against the hedgerow, and bits of those also caught fire. Harry, however, kept his wand aimed at the burning ambulatory bush. The green leaves and needles turned to ash. Branches and twigs twisted in the flames. The greenman sank to the ground, completely aflame, and lay motionless. Harry counted to ten before he cut off the fire.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Thank Merlin," Cedric heaved. "Good use of the fire spell."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>We've got another problem," Harry told him, and began to turn toward the other threat.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Both he and Cedric fell to the ground as slimy, thick vines wrapped around their legs. A wet slapping sound made it to his ears. Both boys began to shout orders at one another, but it made no sense. Harry knew better than to use the fire spell against the creature since he might end up cooking Ass Cleft at the same time. Harry struggled to concentrate. The vines started dragging him toward the water and an assumed drowning. He tried to kick his legs, but the vines held tight. As he slid ever closer to the puddle, he heard splashing.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry. It's pulling us in. It's water!" Diggory hollered at him.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I know! Do something!" Harry shouted in return.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I can't get to my wand!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Stupid prat, Harry ungraciously thought. He struggled to think of what to do that would neutralize the creature and not kill both of them. His brain spit out an idea, and he tried to reject it.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry! It's getting deeper!" Ass Cleft all but screamed.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry held his wand at the ready, but did not act. He needed to wait until he touched the water as well, yet he did not know if it would endanger Cedric. It did not take long before he felt his pants become soaked. He jabbed his wand into the muddy water.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Conglacior!" He incanted and almost immediately started to regret it.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The liquid froze around him, locking his vine-entwined ankles in ice. He heard Diggory begin to shout in an entirely different manner. A dull keening also got added to the mix. Harry, however, knew better than to relent. He concentrated on the spell even when he began to shiver from the cold. He ignored Ass Cleft's pleas for assistance since he already lent aid, and not for the first time. Somewhere ahead of him the creature started to thrash in what he hoped might be an attempt to flee the encroaching ice. Despite the freezing, he persisted.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">A thunderous crack rent the air. The pressure around his ankles lessened. He felt the hedge on his right shudder as if in an earthquake. Ass Cleft continued to yell. Harry strained his ears. He could not hear the creature. He ceased the freezing spell.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Fuego... exi... exi," he tried to remember the words for the augmented fire spell.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Fuegus exiguus," Cedric shouted at him.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Oh, right. Yeah," Harry mumbled. "Fuegus exiguus."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">A flame no longer than his arm shot out of the end of his wand. Short, but not deficient of heat. The ice around his legs began to melt as he swept the fire back and forth. Within a minute the ice softened enough so he could break his limbs free. Harry struggled to get to his feet since his lower legs felt numb and he stood on ice. He kicked away the pieces of the vine. With his right hand gripping the wand spitting fire, he used his left to grab the hedge and steady himself. He made slow progress in finding his friend and fellow champion. Three meters ahead he found Cedric with only his head and one arm sticking out of the ice.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>P-p-please, H-Harry," Ass Cleft begged him.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry set to work carefully melting the ice around Diggory. Cedric's teeth chattered the whole time, and it made sense given he got encased in ice. It took almost five minutes before Harry melted enough to forcibly yank the young man free. Cedric curled into ball, hugging his legs, as he shivered.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Th-th-thanks, Harry. Tw-twice."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yeah, no problem," he dryly replied.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">He watched as Diggory dug around in the warm-up sweatsuit he wore and found his wand. His hand violently shook as he aimed it at himself. Then he said as he waved his wand: "Aeris calor."</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>A hot breeze emerged from the end of it. Steam began to rise off of the older teenager. Harry ducked a little ways behind Cedric so he got a good portion of the air blowing on him. It rapidly warmed him, and his clothing also began to emit steam. They sat like that for over five minutes.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Handy spell, that one," Harry said while gaining his feet. He held out a hand and helped Cedric to his. "What was the wand motion?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Cedric gave him a quick lesson.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You were pretty brilliant, Harry. A lot calmer than I stayed," his friend complimented him after the younger wizard demonstrated the correct wand movement.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Not the first time I've been in a scrap or two, but these... well, at least they weren't smart," Harry tried to downplay what he did.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You know, I've practiced dueling a lot and studied loads of spells," Ass Cleft continued, "but I panicked when I saw the walking tree. It's a lot different when you know your opponent is going to try and kill you."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yeah, makes a difference. Forces you to think faster on your feet. Speaking of which, I think we need to hoof it out of here before that muck thing comes back," he said and glanced around. "I don't think I killed it, but rather made it fairly angry."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Which way?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Always forward."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry took the lead with his wand held out before him. While he froze a good portion of the swampy water, the two still needed to wade knee deep to get away from the muck creature's lair. They came to a tee. While Cedric hesitated, Harry immediately turned to his left. Cedric grabbed the edge of his sweater.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Where are you going?" The older student asked.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I don't know. It's a maze, remember?" He testily countered.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>But why that direction."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry sketched out the basics of his plan that, in truth, formed the whole of his plan. Cedric quietly listened. Once the logic got laid out, he nodded.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>That makes sense," Ass Cleft said as he glanced back and forth between the directions. "So pick a turn and always follow along it."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Pretty much. It might be slow going, but at least I won't cross over my own path. Sooner or later it'll lead me through the maze without needing to know where I am or how I got there," he concluded.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>And that also makes sense. Tell you what: you go left and I'll go right. Whoever gets to the trophy first comes and finds the rest of us. Deal?" Diggory suggested with amazing confidence for one who just got attacked by a pile of rotting leaves, tied up by vines, and frozen in swamp water.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Isn't there safety in numbers?" Harry challenged.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yes, but two of us heading in opposite directions means we cover twice the distance in the same amount of time."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Eh... good point," he conceded. "Right. Just keep your wand at the ready."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Cedric waved his wand in the air.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>And if you find the trophy, just keep going the same direction you started. We should run into each other fairly soon. I'll do the same," his friend further refined the idea.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry nodded and said: "Good luck, Cedric, and be careful."</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You, too, Harry... and thanks. Diktor is right about you: you do have good character."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry felt himself blush, and waved at the handsome Hufflepuff member. Cedric spun on one foot and began walking away. Harry turned back to the direction he initially chose.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Encountering two creatures in such rapid succession made him more cautious. Harry strode with purpose, but he tried to keep his ears and eyes sharp. After traveling for ten minutes, he realized he walked without aid of light. It dawned on him his eyes adjusted to the gloom and that light might be both a warning to other creatures and an impediment to his vision. He walked and turned, walked and turned, and soon got completely disoriented except he knew he always turned to the left. He paused, and then thought he saw another greenman. Harry raised his wand and prepared to unleash another torrent of fire.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">He withheld. Harry watched in utter amazement as several pieces of the hedgerow unearthed their roots, and then tiptoed around on them. The swaying, ten-meter tall shrubbery expertly re-positioned themselves, and then dug their roots back into the ground. They reformed into a solid hedgerow, but in a new location. It occurred almost soundlessly. Harry not only never saw anything like it, he never imagined it could be done.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Bravo, Madam Sprout," he quietly said. "Hope I get a chance to tell you how impressive it is."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">He resumed walking, and then stopped. His mouth fell open as the ramifications of what he witnessed took hold in his mind. The mobile plants rendered his plan useless if they changed the layout of the maze at random intervals. Even using the tried and true method of orienteering without a compass became null and void. Harry felt the urge to panic rise in his system.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>No! No! Keep a cool head, Harry," he told himself. "Think! Think!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">An answer popped into his brain. He held out his right hand, and then laid his wand across the palm. He concentrated for a moment.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Revelio trophy," he commanded.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The wand spun in a circle on his hand. When it came to a stop the wand pointed to the right of the direction he currently followed. He frowned. The spell would not make accommodations for obstacles in his way. It simply pointed directly at the object in question. However, it did give Harry a notion on how to proceed. He simply needed to stop every now and again to triangulate on the trophy. It meant abandoning the plan he rehearsed so carefully for several days.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Knowing the maze changed it's pattern whenever it wanted also meant whatever menaces lay in wait could be anywhere. A new path might open that would expose a new danger otherwise made safe by the hedges. Harry kept his wand at the ready. Another ten minutes passed in blissful boredom. He stopped to get a new fix on the trophy since he made a dozen turns. It lay directly in front of him, but immediately block by a hedge wall and who knew how many others.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Clever, little man-child," a heavily accented voice said from somewhere above him.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry ducked and looked around. He saw nothing. The voice, however, tantalized his brain. It triggered something deep within his memories.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>But I wonder if thy methods play unfairly with the spirit of the game," the voice pondered.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The young wizard hopped to his feet in another state of amazement, and he queried: "Lord dragon?"</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>So Harry Potter dost remember."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The hedgerow to his immediate right violently shook as the dragon crawled down from where it perched in the heights. Harry forget, and probably purposefully, the size of the dragon. It's long, sinewy body and folded wings filled the passage from hedge to hedge. Harry stared at it.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>How could I forget, lord dragon?" He answered and remembered the protocol of dealing with dragons.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry bowed. When he righted, the dragon barely dipped it's head.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I am called Pusztító if thou hast needs for a name," the dragon told him and chuckled a bit.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I am honored, Lord Pusztító."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Thou art mindful of the old ways, but, alas, it shall be the last about which thou art mindful."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What do you mean?" Harry blurted.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Thy quest ends here, Harry Potter. Following my wrath upon our last meeting, a gray-beard of a man did treat with me. For this service I perform it is agreed to leave my kind be lest a war ignite between us," Lord Pusztító stated in a solemn tone. "It is my duty, and in some ways my privilege, to ensure thee and thy fellows never leave this maze. I am on a hunt."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry felt his heart sink. It seemed grotesquely unfair to use a dragon in two different challenges. Of course, it also seemed perfect for Dumbledore. Of all the creatures in the maze, neither Harry nor the other champions stood a chance of escaping this one. The beast moved unfettered through the maze. It seemed logical that it crawled along the top looking down into the corridors to find them. Dumbledore literally guaranteed they would all get slaughtered.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You mean to say you got hired as mercenary to hunt and kill us?" He paraphrased the dragon.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Vulgar though thy terms might be, it the true gist of my mission. I am bound by oath, as thou surely made guess," the dragon told him as though discussing the local weather.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Like the oath you made to me?" He questioned.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The dragon suddenly pulled it's head back and upward. It looked down on Harry with an expression he could not decipher. Harry gathered what courage remained to him to meet his fiery end in the face. However, the dragon continued to stare at him from four meters up in the air. The pause unnerved the boy. He and the great beast eyed one another. Harry wondered why the animal hesitated.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Wait a moment," Harry said as the light flickered in his head. "You did make vow. Lord Pusztító, you said you would not kill me or my friends or anyone on the castle grounds if I freed you. I did free you. You are still bound by that oath, aren't you?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Hmm, it appears I fixed myself at cross purposes," the dragon rumbled in consternation, "for I did, indeed, parley with thee and made vow to do thee and those who dwell in this realm no harm in a bid for my freedom. Yet I act now for the good of my kind to secure their safety as well. Prithee, Harry Potter, if thou stood in my stead, upon which course would thou set foot?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry boggled at the fierce and quite clearly intelligent creature. That a dragon would ask his opinion wrangled the top spot from the self-configuring hedgerow of nearly unbelievable moments. He understood his answer could very well doom himself and the others. His thoughts ran wild with indecision as both an answer and a solution eluded him. Mostly Harry wanted to live to try and find a way out of the maze. He did not care one whit if he won: only his freedom and sparing Neville's life mattered at the moment. Thinking of Neville calmed him. A new notion sprang to mind.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Lord Pusztító, can I ask you a question?" He inquired.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Thou mayest," the dragon conceded.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It's sort of a chicken and egg question..."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>And to what end does domesticated fowl play in this matter?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well, back when they had you chained and that plug crammed up your arse," Harry began.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The dragon growled.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Sure, it's not a pleasant memory, but why didn't you kill me when you had the chance after I removed the plug?" He asked a question to which he already knew the answer.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I saw thee as a means to win my freedom, Harry Potter. I am aware of the value thy kind places on thy short, brutish lives, and played it to my advantage," Lord Pusztító answered and sounded a little aggrieved at stating the obvious.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I thought so, so let me ask you this: would you have been able to make this new deal if I hadn't freed you in the first place?" Harry inquired and hoped his logic proved sound.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Thou displays a nimble mind, man-child, and thy words beg the truth of it," the great beast said in a thoughtful manner while its head lowered by two meters. "Had thou elected to die that day, I should think thy kind would strike me dead very soon after. Thus, this day would never arrive. Hence, the vow I made with thee holds greater force over me as I, too, do value my freedom and my life."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>So, just to be clear, you're not going to hunt us down and kill us?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Nay, Harry Potter, I shan't. Thou once more bargained for thy life and emerged the victor. While I hold serious reservations thou intended such a long-lived and potent treaty, I am bound by the honor of my kind to see it through. Thou may pass unmolested by me, man-child, and so too may thy compatriots."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>My thanks to you, Lord Pusztító," Harry said with obvious relief and he bowed.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Mayhap would thee find offense if I did beleaguer thy comrades before letting them pass as a jibe and a jest?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry glanced at the dragon while he sorted through the words. When he believed he understood the meaning, he began to nod his head. He saw the edges of the dragon's mouth curl.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>All right, but not too much or for too long. We still have to find our way out of here before nightfall," Harry agreed and laid down a small condition.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The dragon rapidly lowered its head so that it floated level with Harry's. The bituminous odor wafting from the creature's mouth made Harry feel lightheaded. He also got the chance to appreciate he would barely make a mouthful for the animal if it decided to eat him. Once more a sense of real indebtedness to Neville for sending him to the library on that October morning took root.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>While I may be the worst thou could fear to face, Harry Potter, there exist other terrors within this copse of which thou should be sorely afraid. Thou will need all thy courage and skill to see thee through... should that even be possible," Lord Pusztító warned him.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yeah, I faced a couple already," Harry calmly said. "But I thank you, lord dragon, for the warning. It has been my honor to talk with you twice."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It is thy extreme fortune thou lived through both engagements, man-child. Few have ever seen the next dawn after meeting me but once."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry bowed and took note of the other warning in the creatures words. Before he could right himself, he heard the rustle of the hedgerow. By the time he stood again, the dragon vanished. Harry did not envy what Ass Cleft, Diktor, and Foul would endure when the dragon found them, but the knowledge they would not perish from the encounter gave him heart. Fury again coursed through him over the fact Dumbledore employed the dragon to destroy the contestants. Only blind luck saved Harry that the headmaster chose one already bound by oath to him. He wondered if the old man took that into consideration when dealing with creature. Anger surged in his gut.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>This entire challenge can go to hell," he grumbled. "There don't seem to be any fair rules."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry pointed his wand in the direction it last showed when searching out the trophy. He carefully waved it in a specific pattern while concentrating with all his might. Then he inhaled.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Fuego majoris!" He shouted.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">A lance of fire twice the size he used to take out the greenman vaulted from the end of his wand. The heat it generated blew back against Harry, and he turned his head to stop his eyes from drying out behind his glasses. It burned a hole through hedgerow. Harry saw the edges of the greenery attempting to repair itself, but his fire spell burned too hot. Harry stepped through the smoldering hole in the shrubbery. On the other side he heard strange footfalls as things ran from his conflagration. He aimed again at the next hedge, and another large opening got created while the one behind him sealed itself. He walked through the new portal.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">A roar greeted him, but he aimed the fire at it. While maintaining the spell at such a powerful level began to tax him, his outrage at the entire nature of the tournament gave him plenty of mental fuel. Whatever tried to attack him got consumed by fire and ran blazing in the other direction. While Harry did not like to cause undue or unnecessary harm against living creatures, he realized everything in the maze got designed to kill him and the tournament champions. Hence, his sense of guilt dispersed. It only seemed right certain death should be met with certain death.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Row after row of hedges got charred long enough for Harry to make an exit to the next. Columns of smoke twirled into the sky marking his progress. His arm and mind labored to keep the intense fire roaring. At one point he saw the dragon leap off the ground and onto a hedge a safe distance away from his spell. Then something ran toward him, and Harry gained a moment of clarity and did not incinerate it. Diktor Kum, his burgundy and black jacket in tatters and streaked with blood, looked exhausted but pleased. Harry ended his spell.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You are good sight for eyes, Harry," the young man said in his thick Bulgarian accent. "That dragon come down with much surprise."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yeah, I ran into it as well," Harry replied through light panting. "You can probably guess what it took to drive it off."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Diktor pointed to hole closing behind Harry. While he did not like like lying to the famed fappitch player, he did not want to reveal why the dragon did not eat Diktor either. It seemed to preserve the terrifying aura of the beast. He wondered if the dragon listened to what he said.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I ran into Ass Cleft a while ago," Harry switched subjected. "He was heading in the opposite direction from me."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>This place does not stay in same pattern. I have seen the tree things moving," Diktor stated.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I saw that, too, and it messed up my method of trying to navigate through the maze. It's pretty smart when you think about it."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Smart, yes, but why? Is not maze big enough to make it hard for us to find a way through?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Welcome to Snogwarts, Diktor. A school run by a madman," Harry growled the words.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The Bulgarian stared at him and nodded his head once. Since the conversation stalled, Harry held out his hand with the wand lying flat against it. He channeled his thoughts.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Revelio trophy," he completed the incantation.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The wand spun, and then pointed to slightly to his right. It pleased Harry to think he managed to stay on course. Kum frowned.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>How are you certain they do not mess with spells?" The strapping youth inquired.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Because they would get lost in here as well if they did. There are spells that stop people from apparating on Snogwarts grounds, and I don't think Dumbledore would cancel that," he replied after a moment of thought.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You seem to know Dumbledore and what he does. How is this?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I think he's been trying to kill me for four years now. Maybe not always actively, but here and there. Mostly I think he does it `cause he gets bored running the school. He might be more interested in watching me face Holdequart."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Diktor's heavy eyebrows drew together at the mention of the name, but he did not flinch like others did. Harry respected the self-control. At the same time he adjusted his stance and faced the hedge. He held out his wand.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Is this not cheating to burn away walls?" Diktor asked.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Is it not cheating to set a dragon loose in the maze to find and kill us?" Harry moodily answered and glared at the Bulgarian. "Diktor, there are no rules to this game. I've read and re-read the history of it several times. Whoever designs the challenges can do whatever they hell they want. Look at you? Do you think it's fair what you've had to face already... and for a stupid tournament?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Diktor did not give any sign he agreed or disagreed.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Diktor, Dumbledore is banking on your sense of fair play to get you. While you try to act like a real sportsman and competitor, he's trying to annihilate you any way he can and to hell with any rules. Ever wonder why Holdequart is so afraid of that man? That's the reason: Dumbledore actually has less morals and ethics than The Dork Lord!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">After a count of three, Diktor asked: "What spell do you cast?"</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Fuego majoris."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The older teenager positioned his body in a stance. He held out his wand. His face scrunched up a bit as he loudly said: "Pozhar golyam!"</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">A cone of fire the size and strength Harry generated shot forward. The green needles of the hedge turned to gray dust. The branches and trunks hidden behind got charred to cinder. After after almost ten seconds, Diktor walked forward. Harry followed so close close his knees bumped into the Bulgarian's legs.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">While Diktor continued to burn a path before them, Harry regularly used the revelio spell to locate the trophy. They made slow, steady progress. Harry tried to calculate how far they traveled. When they blasted through another hedge, Harry heard screaming. He spun around and tried to find the source. Perhaps eight meters away he spotted a Minotaur wielding a large stone axe. It swung at something, and that something screamed. Harry recognized the scream. While Diktor continued to incinerate part of the shrubbery before them, he turned and ran toward the beast.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Petrificus totalis," he yelled while aiming his wand.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The spell did not perform as expected. It did, however, get the Minotaur's attention. It turned in a ponderous manner. The red eyes in the bull head glared at Harry. Harry saw what made the screams, and Foul looked entirely relieved the attention of the beast got diverted. The Minotaur snorted once and planted it's feet. Harry could tell it planned on charging him. Given it stood roughly two and a half meters tall, it posed a rather serious threat. Harry walked backward with his arm extended behind him without taking his eyes off the beast. When his arm brushed against fabric, he grabbed a handful and pulled at it.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What?" Diktor yelled at him.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I, ah, think you need to see this," Harry said.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Da, tashaci!" The young man apparently swore in his native tongue. "How did you find that monster?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It was here when we arrived, and it cornered Foul!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The two boys watched as the Minotaur first stomped one hoof, and then the other. Harry felt the impact in the soles of his feet. It lowered the enormous axe to seemingly balance the weight. When it began to bend at the waist and lower it's head, Harry knew it would make a run at them. It let loose with a grunting shout, flexed it well muscled arms, and then promptly fell flat on its face. Seconds later Foul ran out from behind the struggling monster that now contended with grass and vines growing wildly around its legs and lower torso. Harry glanced at Diktor, and Diktor frowned while nodding his head.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Nice work, Foul," Harry complimented.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I would be dead if you had not distracted it," she said and sounded, at least to Harry's ears, grateful.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry kept one eye on the Minotaur that gradually got covered with vegetation.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It will hold for a while, Harry," Foul told him. "But `ow did you get here?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Burned our way through. We're not messing around anymore. We heading straight for the trophy to end this idiotic contest," he rumbled his response.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>But the fire? Will zey not say you `ave cheated?" She rightly inquired.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>The maze is a cheat," Diktor answered before Harry. "That bull would kill you."</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Foul appeared surprised as if she never consider the idea the creature might actually destroy her.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span>"</span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>And a dragon hunts us. It is not meant for us to live through this," the Bulgarian told the </span></span></span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>French young woman.</span></span></span></p> <p> "'<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ow do you know zis, Diktor?" Foul demanded.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Kum looked over at Harry and said: "Harry saved me from the dragon, and he is knowing all of what his headmaster is planned."</span></span></p> <p> "'<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ow?" She then demanded of Harry.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You don't get it, do you?" He spat at her. "Stop thinking this is real contest `cause it's not! The more you try to play by some sense of rules, the greater the chance is you're going to die. I know Dumbledore. He's been my headmaster for almost four years. He designed this maze to kill every one of us, and he doesn't care if anyone knows. It what he does!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Foul opened her mouth, but Diktor said: "Ignore him, but you will die if you do. Think of the underwater job. Think of the dragons and what needed to be done. These are not simple games to test us. Harry figured out these plans, and three times now he saved us because he knows this man. Don't be stupid, Foul. Think. Listen!"</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>If we work together, we might actually get out of this alive," Harry told her.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The young woman with sizable breasts and a huge behind glanced back and forth between them. Neither Harry nor Diktor moved or said another word. Her face assumed a fierce set.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What do we do?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">With three mages working as one, they made a formidable force. Diktor continued to torch the hedgerows. Harry resumed guiding them with the revelio spell. Foul chipped in by using a modified luminos spell that cut through the gloom. She also acted as the sentinel for any monster that came near them. Along the way they roasted a manticore, boiled a hydra and an octopus, froze a pack of hellhounds, and sliced through carnivorous plants. Harry knew only their combined strength kept them alive. Any one of the traps would be too much for a single junior witch or wizard to hold at bay for long. Foul finally agreed the maze to be a complete deathtrap. They got further proof when they cut through a hedge and encountered a jet black scorpion the size of small house.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Merde!" Foul screamed at the beast.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Help!" Ass Cleft's voice reverberated from a point on the other side of gigantic arachnid.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Diktor hit the tail with fire before Harry roughly shoved his arm to the side. The powerful fappitch played looked murderous. Harry met his aggression with his own.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You'll kill Cedric!" He yelled in the Bulgarian's face.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Then how do we kill it?" Diktor yelled right back.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The glistening ebony bug chittered, clacked its horrendous claws, and swung the lethal envenomed tail from side to side. Diktor's fire did not appear to even phase it. Harry could not imagine how Ass Cleft managed to survive an attack by the scorpion. Diktor's question, unfortunately, left Harry scrambling for an answer.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I don't know," he admitted after a few seconds of listening to Diggory beg for help. "I'm just a fourth year. Don't you know any clever spells?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry could scarcely believe the looks of disappointment both Diktor and Foul threw at him. They possessed more training than him, and yet the expected him to find a solution. It seemed the tournament turned everything upside down. He scowled at them and shook his head.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It is a bug!" Foul shouted above the din created by the insect and the person trapped on the other side of it.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Got any bug spray to take that thing out?" Harry yelled in further disbelief at the idiocy of her comment.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Do you know, ah... smŭrt-krilo stŭrshel... bee... not bee, but stings and flies," Diktor said in a flurry.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Wasp? Hornet?" Harry guessed.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Da, yes, the hornet. We have the hornet that makes dead when flies on wings... no, the wings of the dead... no! Laĭna!"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Death?" Harry guessed again.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Da! Da! The wings of... no, the death wings hornet," Diktor said and sounded happy. "Size of arm from elbow to palm. One sting, and nyet."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">He drew his thumb across his neck.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>And you mention this because...?" Harry led with a question.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>They drown in water. Most all insects drown in water. They breathe through belly," the Bulgarian said while slapping his injured stomach and never winced.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Within five second Harry believed he knew exactly what Diktor intended. He raised his wand, then glanced a Foul. Diktor followed suit. The lone female raised her arm and wand.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Cedric! Use a bubblehead charm. A flood is coming in ten seconds to get rid of the scorpion!" He bellowed at the top of his lungs. Then he counted down aloud for the benefit of his current colleagues.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Aguamenti," Harry shouted with as much force as he could while mentally doing the same.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">A jet of water, clean and clear, shot out of his wand. Seconds later, Diktor and Foul incanted in their native languages, and two more large funnels of water joined his. It struck the scorpion on the side. The titanic arachnid wheeled about and screeched at them. The trio of mages did not relent. Harry applied as much concentration as he could to increase the flow. The area around the armored,multi-limbed menace started to flood as Harry predicted. It snapped its claws as it began to rise when the water level got high enough. Back flow swirled around the legs the spell casters, but the majority swirled down a passage in the hedge not far from where Ass Cleft got pinned. Water spilled in every direction, but most of it struck the scorpion.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It took longer than Harry thought it would, but eventually the scorpion got pulled away by the flow of water. It splashed and thrashed as it tried to maintain a hold on the ground. It's claws vainly attempted to seek purchase in the hedgerow, but it only succeeded in pruning numerous branches. Harry, Diktor, and Foul kept their wands aimed at the scorpion, and the deluge continued unabated. Although doubtful they killed it, Harry watch in morose fascination as the gargantuan bug whirled in the water. In the midst of it flowing down the aisle between hedges, a fourth jet of water added to theirs, and the current picked up speed. The last Harry saw of the scorpion came in the form of two black claws waving about as it turned a corner some ten or twelve meters away.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Thanks again, Harry," Cedric heaved when he dispelled the air bubble from around his head.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>This was Diktor's plan," he graciously gave credit to the appropriate party.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>This was all of us," Diktor magnanimously offered, and included Foul.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Now what?" Foul asked.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>That," Ass Cleft said while he turned and pointed.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">On the ground wedged between the trunks of two hedges lay a golden statue of a naked troll holding it's spotty bum over a toilet. Huge breasts dangled downward from the chest while a ridiculously large penis sprang between them. It looked so comical Harry could not find the will to laugh at it.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>That is The Loo of Desire," Cedric needlessly announced.</span></span></span></p> <hr> <p>The novel parts of this work, including characters, plot, and setting, are licensed under</p> <p><a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/"> <img src="https://i.creativecommons.org/l/by/4.0/88x31.png" name="Image1" alt="Creative Commons License" width="90" height="33"> </a> <a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/"> </a><a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/">Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License</a>.</p> <p>The characters, plot, and settings originating in <u>Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire</u><span> remain licensed to J.K. Rowling.</span></p> </div></div>
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DONATE HERE (A Parody) Chapter 16: From Golden to Dark Green The stares and the whispers that followed Harry and Neville did not bother either of them at first. Harry grew accustomed to it over the years, and Neville said he did not believe any of it got aimed at him. The first week of April passed, but the strange behavior of their schoolmates toward them did not. It gradually got on Harry's nerves, and he tried to catch what people said behind their backs. He never did. Unfortunately, it began to trigger his temper. "All right! Enough! Out with it Padma! What is it you keep whispering about me?" Harry yelled in the middle of Transfiguration class after turning to face her. "Mister Potter!" Professor McGonagall hollered at him. "I hope you have a good reason for squandering twenty Gryffindor points!" Harry whipped around in his seat, saw his instructor and house matron glaring at him, and he glared right back as he loudly said: "It's been going on for over a week, and I'm sick of it. All these people looking at me and Neville and saying things they don't want us to hear. What? What? What did we do?" The class sat in stunned silence. Harry all but snorted as his anger continued to roil in his gut. He did not care if Professor McGonagall docked him all of the Gryffindor house points, he would get to the bottom of whatever rumor his schoolmates currently tossed around about him. It seemed his teacher found a moment of human compassion. "Harry, maybe you're a little sensitive because the last challenge is less then three weeks away," the woman tersely offered her explanation of his behavior. "No, it's not that. I already know about the maze." The professor's mouth hung open for a moment, clearly shocked by what he said, and asked: "Then what else is it?" "That's what I'm trying to find out. Padma was just sitting here whispering to Hannah and she used my name and Neville's. I heard that much!" He griped and turned to face the Ravenclaw girl again. "Miss Patil, since you saw fit to agitate Mister Potter to this degree, perhaps you'd like to share with the class what you shared with Miss Abbott?" Professor McGonagall gamely inquired, and her reputation for making students squirm got confirmed anew. "I really don't..." Padma began to say. "It was not a suggestion, Miss Patil," the elderly woman screeched. "They say Harry and Neville can make love lights!" Padma blurted in a rush. A hum ran through the room. "Don't be stupid," Harry growled at his classmate. "There were witnesses. I heard Séamus and Ron saw it." The entire class turned to face either Ron or Séamus. Harry spun around and stared down at his best male friend. He saw the flush rising upward from Ron's neck. "Mister Finnegan, Mister Weasley, can you confirm this rumor?" Professor McGonagall asked in such a way it made everyone's ears ring. Ron nodded his head while Séamus said: "Yeah, we saw it last week when Harry and Neville really got going. Looked like a bleeding sun lamp with sparks shooting out of it. All golden yellow." "Ron?" Harry asked, stunned. Ron continued to nod his head. "Do you understand what that means, Séamus?" The only adult asked and did not hide her contempt for the student she questioned. "Sure. It means they're in love!" Whispers whipped around the room like a whirlwind spell got cast. "Close your mouths!" McGonagall shouted at them like some great falcon swooping down on prey. "Mister Finnegan, it means more than that, you twit. If what you say you saw actually happened, it means their soul-bonded. It's more than just love: it's a full commitment of heart and mind. Magic got involved." Harry, along with the rest of his classmates, gaped at the professor. The usual sneer on the woman's face got replaced with one of deep concern. Harry swallowed hard against a rising sense of panic. He spun around and looked at Neville who simply shrugged his shoulders. The elderly lady stood, a process that took almost minute and got accompanied by what sounded like popping popcorn. She shuffled forward to the end of the dais on which her desk sat. "Mister Longbottom and Mister Potter, please come forward," she ordered them. Harry did not budge. He did not see Neville move either. A turgid hush fell over the entire room. "I meant now!" Professor McGonagall said in an eardrum-puncturing shriek. Harry trotted forward as if she used an imperius curse. Seconds later Neville came to stand on his left side. Her eyes, so rheumy it looked as if an entire baseball team spit their gum in her face, regarded the two teenagers with a cold glare. Fear lanced through Harry. She could say and do whatever she wanted to him, but he desperately wanted her to leave Neville out of it. "I take it you two are something of a couple now?" She inquired. "Yes," they said in unison. "Several weeks?" "Since the second tournament challenge," Harry clarified. "Ah, yes, quite a display by you two. So that long. Two months," she grated the words through her teeth. "And before that?" "We, ah, just sort of got really close. Neville asked me to the Yuletide Dance, and that sort of got things really going between us," he answered. "Like that," Neville quietly confirmed. "But Harry started being really nice to me at the start of the year." "He deserved it. Neville's really kind and nice... and he's..." "Enough, Potter!" Professor McGonagall's voice sliced through his stuttering statements like a chainsaw through a feather pillow. "Now, I want you two to turn and face each other. Hold hands. Look at each other. Then I want you to think, and think very clearly and very hard, about what he means to you. Ignore everything else except each other." "Yes, ma'am," Neville said just before Harry. They carried out her instructions and stood holding hands while facing one another. Harry tried to block out everything else except for Neville. As he did, a sense of calm drifted through him. A smile spread across his face as he gazed at the one he loved. Neville smiled in return, and it seemed to Harry like sunlight after a terrible storm. His fingers began to prickle as he thought of everything Neville came to mean to him during the course of the year. It made his heart sing. "Oh, my!" Professor McGonagall said, but she sounded far away. "Harry," Neville said the name and with it came a thousand sentiments Harry instinctively understood. "Neville," he replied and tried to cram all the name meant to him into two syllables. A claw-like hand suddenly landed on his chest and pushed him backward. His connection to Neville broke with loud buzzing hiss. Harry got angry. He turned and faced the professor who took a step back. The fear he saw on her face forced him to shift into a different mental gear. "Professor?" Harry prodded with her name. "Boys, this is... unheard of. It's supposed to happen only to adults and only when they fully understand their hearts and minds. This is too powerful for people your age. It should not happen," she grumbled and backed up again. "So what does it mean for them, professor?" Séamus called out since his sense of propriety never seemed to be in attendance. "I... well, their soul-bonded. They're partners for life or else they will perish as the loss of that specific, spontaneous magic between them fades," she said without sounding like a harpy. "This... should not be for ones so young. You can't know what... you don't have enough experience." "I know I love him," Neville said with quiet certainty. "I've loved him for a long time." Harry wanted to kiss his boyfriend, but instead said: "Maybe I don't know what love really is, but it's the only way to describe how I feel about Neville." "This is serious, boys. Very serious," their teacher muttered as she continued to stare at them, although Harry wondered what she could possibly see with such huge dollops of icky crust in each eye. The matter got brought before Professor Dumbledore who called in both Goo-eye Moody and Barty Crouch. Along with Professor McGonagall the adults discussed the fate of the teenagers, except they all agreed they could not do much since the magic now tying them together exceeded their collective powers. Harry did not fail to note the giddy delight the headmaster displayed when he postulated should Harry die then Neville would also perish. The two boys in question exchanged a series of nervous glances as the discussion droned on and on without any results. When it finally broke, Harry and Neville left to face an uncertain reception in the school. The green-eyed monster reared it's ugly head, and not the one in the loch or Professor Dumbledore's office fish tank. Students continued to gossip and whisper about the two. However, their friends remained steadfast. Even Ass Cleft Diggory and Diktor Kum made appearances to show their support for the two. Through it all Harry learned about some of the more unpleasant aspects human nature. The envy and jealousy of many schoolmates stunned him a first, but he began to finally see that they simply craved what he and Neville found. He shared his observations with his boyfriend, and Neville further refined them with his own. It seemed oddly fitting that the greater the hostility aimed at them, the deeper and stronger their emotional connection became. Sometimes when they just got near one another love lights would begin to emerge between them. Moreover, the unwanted attention provided a side benefit: it kept Harry's mind off the impending final challenge. "Look," Snape slurred at Harry during the last week of April, and his fetid breath rolled through the air like miasma from an ancient dead swamp. "Just let me... me, ah... just give... yes, give me a chance to, urp... capture some. Hmm? Not, ah... ah... much too much to, um, ask, is it now?" "Professor." Harry said the word with as much deference as he could since the obviously intoxicated man could turn feral with little cause. The unanticipated friendly demeanor of the professor put the boy wizard on guard. "You still haven't told me what you want." Professor Snape took several long moments to get both his eyes to focus on Harry, although one seemed to want to roll up into his head. It disoriented Harry in the same fashion as watching Goo-eye's magical orb that spun and rolled like a doomed airplane piloted by a suffocating orangutan. Between him and the professor Harry's small potion cauldron bubbled with an unexpected frenetic activity. Harry could not decided over which he should worry most. "It's... rare thing... Potted, very rare... indeed," Professor Snape said once his eyes more or less aimed in the same direction. "Valuable, even. If I could... little bit, just some, erk... urp... ah, just some. Powerful stuff... for, ah... herp... potions." "Harry, I think he wants to collect some of the love lights," Hermione whispered. Snape's head turned and fell off his hand where he propped it. It landed with a loud bang on the tabletop, but it bounced right back up. The man looked as though he did not even notice the minor collision that left a growing lump on his forehead clearly taking shape behind the fringe of dark, dirty hair. "Too right. A... point for Gry... Gry... Gryffin... Gryffindor," the professor haphazardly confirmed. Harry glanced around, saw the terrified expression on Neville's face, and returned to look at the man who, by all appearances, seemed asleep. Harry sighed, and one of Snape's eyes popped open. He made a fast decision. "Sir, if we do this, do you promise to take what you need and go back to the front of the class?" Harry offered the bargain. "Quiet as... a... small... rodent-like... whatever it is... thing," Snape indirectly agreed. "And points for both Harry and Neville?" Hermione astutely added. "A... hun -- erp -- dred for each," the man sloppily agreed. "That's not fair!" Draco shouted from the other side of the room where other Slytherins began to protest. "It's not like those two morons are doing anything special." Draco obviously overplayed his hand. Harry's heavy pewter ladle glided threw the air with such incredible force and precision that it caught Malfoy square in the mouth. He went down cupping his face as blood oozed through his fingers. The ladle ricocheted off Draco's teeth and caught Daphne Greengrass in the left temple. She shrieked and clutched at her skull and made her hair fly in all directions. The pewter utensil hit the ground with a clatter. "Ten points to... Snape for doub... double hit," the professor awarded himself house points. "Um... deal, Pot... ter?" "Yes, sir," Harry said and turned to Neville who stood at his station shaking his head. Harry, seeing the resistance in his boyfriend at approaching the erratic professor, used a secret weapon. He smiled. Then he said: "Neville, please?" Neville's face sagged into a dopey expression. He grinned and started sliding his feet as he moved toward Harry. As he drew near, Harry held out his hand and thought of how much better his life became when he accepted he loved Neville and that Neville returned the same deep affection. Even before their hands touched they started to glow. Half the class sighed while the other half grumbled. Professor Snape seemed to become instantly sober. "So much like your father," the man softly intoned as he produced a large stoppered jar from somewhere on his person. "The hair and glasses... and this." Harry faced his boyfriend, and his feelings swelled. The lights began to float around them. Snape took out the circular cork from the wide mouth and gently began scooping the floating motes of light while he mumbled what Harry could only assume to be a spell. The tiny golden specks hung motionless in the glass. When it became half full, Snape gingerly placed the stopper back in the opening, drew a rune on the top with his wand that glowed silver for a second, and held it up. "Love lights, as you call them, or illumitus amorem for the smarter among you," Professor Snape informed them in a dry, haughty manner. "These must handled carefully. One misstep and the potion brewer could be emotionally numb for the rest of his or her life. Thank you, Potter and Longbottom. You get your points. Now get back to work." In quick succession Snape reverted to his standard form. As he began the trek back to his desk, he paused. The he turned his greasy head to the side. "Fifty points to Slytherin if you get Malfoy and Greengrass to the infirmary without any questions being ask," he stated and continued moving. Harry and Neville never stopped gazing at one another. Harry lifted is face, and Neville met him half way. The kiss ignited their passions already inflamed by the demonstration for the professor. Soon arms encircled bodies as they poured their passion into one another through their mouths. Harry felt liquid warmth flow through his veins. As they pressed their bodies together, the tell-tale sign of his boyfriend's arousal snuggled against his hip and rested against his own. Harry's right hand slid down and began to wrestle with Neville's belt. In the meanwhile, Neville started to pull at Harry's robes. "Oh, bloody hell. Someone get an iron bar and pry those two apart," Harry heard the potion master sneer. He wanted to protest as a strong set of arms wrapped around his waist and began to pull him away from Neville. He heard his boyfriend loudly complain. Whoever wrangled him did so with purpose, and ten seconds later he and Neville got separated. The effect of the love magic slowly receded as more distance separated them. Harry craned his head around and saw Hermione holding him at bay. His mind shifted from one state to another. "Er... I'm okay, Hermione," Harry rumbled at his friend. "No, you're not. You two are a danger to each other," she grumped. "It's not like you don't have enough problems in your life." "Neville is not a problem!" He hotly countered. In a rare display of compassion, Hermione did not beat Harry to a bloody pulp, and instead said: "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. You truly love him, and I understand that, but you're need to keep a clear mind when Neville's around you or disaster will follow." Harry opened his mouth, but his best female friend's words wormed their way into his thinking. He saw the logic in Hermione's statements, so he closed his mouth and nodded. She looked far too serious to dismiss. "Neville, go back to your station unless you really want everyone to see you naked, excited, and what you like to do with Harry when you are," she ordered the other enamored teenager. Neville's face turned pink as he whipped around in a half-circle, wriggle free of Ron, and trotted half way across the room. "Core, Harry, how far do you think you two would've gone?" Ron asked with a sly smirk on his face. "Oh, probably to the point where I'd be on all fours with Neville riding me like a wild centaur... or maybe the other way around. It doesn't matter to us," Harry answered. "You don't say." It seemed reasonable to instantly regret what he said to his best mate, so Harry started to regret what he told Ron. He knew his intuition to be right when Ron's grin got progressively more comically sinister. He shook his head and glanced at the smoke now streaming from his cauldron. It seemed somehow predictive. With two public displays of how their relationship developed, Harry and Neville made a joint decision to continue to spend time away from one another lest they do nothing more than strip naked and wrap themselves around each other. Neville spent more time in the greenhouses and gardens, and Harry, oddly enough, sought refuge in the library where he studied and taunted the shushers. Moreover, he began to read about famous hedgerow mazes throughout England and Europe. With only five days to go before the last challenge, it seemed reasonable to put his time use preparing. "Always turn left," he got caught repeating to himself the morning of the challenge as he sat and ate, or tried to eat, breakfast with his boyfriend and friends. Neville sat across the table from him so as not to disturb his planning and thinking. "It won't just be a maze," Hermione warned as Sabine clung to her arm. "They've got to have traps or something in there to keep you from getting to wherever or whatever it is you need to get." "Dumbledore'll have something nasty up his sleeve," Dean Thomas conjectured as he waved around a piece of bacon. "You think?" Ron mocked him. "What do you keep saying always turn left?" Séamus inquired even though he just stuffed a huge mouthful of porridge into his face. "Strategy for not getting lost," Hermione answered before Harry. "And it ensures you won't cover the same ground twice," Neville added the second part. Harry nodded in agreement. The soft boiled egg no longer appealed to him, so he chewed on the toast points. Someone thoughtfully moved the plate of kippers further down the table, and he suspected Neville did him the service. "You're going to need a cool head, mate, to pull that off if they've got traps laid in there for you," Ron opined. "You think?" Dean imitated Ron, and it drew a scowl from the ginger-haired teenager. "Madam Sprout always looked a bit uneasy whenever she came back from de-gnoming the pitch... as she liked to tell me," Neville said, and Harry knew it still bothered his boyfriend his favorite teacher managed to keep it secret. "There's something hiding in there, or why else would they put a glamour over the entire maze?" "And Hagrid is involved, so it's not just roses and violets in there," Hermione theorized. "Or even devil's snare," Ron said, and it caused Harry and Hermione to stare at him. "It'd be a right good trap even if it was obvious." "But Dumbledore knows Harry knows how to get out of it," the smartest witch they knew tried to sideline the idea. "Maybe, but what about what's underneath?" Harry gaped at his best mate. "Do not scare the `Air-ee," Sabine muttered. "Too late for that, but thanks," Harry replied and smiled at the French girl who now rarely left Hermione's side when not in classes. "Seeing what they managed to do the first time nearly made me have to go and change my knickers." Ron and Séamus snorted a laugh. "Easy for you to laugh since you're not going in there," he grumbled at his friends, and they stopped snickering. "That whole maze is probably three times bigger than the fappitch pitch! And the hedgerows stand at least ten meters tall." One by one his friends grew more serious as each took in the new information. Knowing the relative dimensions of the maze made it seem more real, and it did frighten Harry. He could not imagine what Dumbledore decided to hide within the confines. He poked at his breakfast and feared eating any more would only come up in short while. He pushed his plate away. "Harry?" Neville inquired with an excess of concern in his voice. "I never wanted to be in the stupid tournament. Can't wait to find the bugger who decided to slip my name into the loo," he grumbled and looked to Ron. "Think Giney might be interested in casting some hexes for me?" "Oh, mate, she'd love you for that. You know she spent most of this year in detention for hexing people. They never did figure out she studied and practiced hexes during detention," Ron intoned as he spoke about his sister. "Well, I'm glad you got chosen, Harry. I'm not sure we'd be us if you hadn't," Neville said in the most serious tone Harry ever heard him use. He thought to answer, but paused. Neville's response made complete sense. Desperation before the first challenge drove him to find solitude, but instead he found Neville who gave him the best and simplest advice that lead to his challenge victory. In Harry's mind, that brief conversation marked the turning point when their relationship truly began. Neville lent him aid without any expectation of reciprocation. Harry smiled at the memory, and then he aimed it his boyfriend. "You're right," he said as his feelings redoubled. "Doesn't matter what happens in the maze, I already won." Neville's face split into wide grin. Harry felt the warmth of the love he felt for the teenager wash through him. The long face across the table seemed to radiate like the sun. Harry wanted to bathe in the glow for the rest of the day. "Good night, Thurston! Now they can do it with a meter between them," Séamus crowed. "Someone get Harry out of here before he forgets what he's supposed to be doing," Hermione ordered. "Come on, Harry. You've got other things to worry about," Ron said and laid a wide hand on his forearm. "But I'm not worried about anything right now," Harry rejoined in fluttery manner. "And that worries me, mate." The young wizard dressed in patched jeans, new trainers he got from his godfather for Yuletide, and his favorite fappitch practice jersey made him a look very much like he did for the first challenge. Only the subtle golden glow about his face and hands, aside form the sappy look on his face, made him appear different. Ron hauled him out of the great hall and into the grand foyer where students wandered in and out of the main doors. Beyond that Harry could see the barbican gates kept everyone inside the fortified castle grounds. It meant no one could see what lay outside awaiting the champions Ron kept Harry distracted by regaling him with a story he heard about Lee Jordan and Cassius Warrington. It seemed the Slytherin thought he caught the wily Gryffindor all alone deep in the dungeon level where, according to Ron, Lee planned on purloining some items from one of Felch's storage closets. Cassius believed he trapped Lee until Lee began to say how much he always wanted to the experience the vaunted prowess of Slytherin sex techniques. Ron said it took Jordan a while to convince Warrington he meant what he said. After a while, Lee got Cassius to start disrobing while making it appear he would do the same. The Slytherin got ahead of himself and Lee. While standing naked waiting for Lee to join him, Lee stole Cassius' clothing and took off running. The nude Slytherin chased him as far as the main level, but Jordan outmaneuvered him and disappeared into the throng of students who became quite amused at Cassius state of dress. Harry laughed and believed every word of it. "So that's what he was selling at the Lady Primple's Clothier last time we were there," Harry said through a chuckle. "Only got a handful of sickles for it, too," Ron told him and grinned all the more. "Potter!" Goo-eye Moody's voice chimed through the foyer. "Get yer arse to the committee room `fore I transform you into a wet sleeve and use you the rest of the day." "Sheesh! Good luck with that and the maze," Ron said and scampered away before receiving a farewell. "POTTER!" Moody bellowed. Harry stood and went to go find the perpetually irritated auror and teacher. Half an hour later he stood with the other champions just outside of the northwest tower facing the huge expanse of the maze. It started just twenty five meters west of the main castle road, followed along the wall ringing all of Snogwarts, and then south until it ran parallel to the castle fortifications. The dense hedgerows rose as high as Harry claimed, and they served as a testament to both Madam Sprout and Hagrid. The rows themselves measured at least two meters thick if Harry proved any sort of judge. Moreover, from where they stood on a slight rise that allowed the audience to reach the newly erected bleachers to see into the maze, it did not seem worth the while. The interior of the maze, now that Professor Flitwick lifted the glamour charm, looked completely dark and unlit. Harry and the champions got led down into a small clearing before they got a chance to really study the maze. "Champions!" Dumbledore's voice rang sounded out from the dais where the tournament committee sat. "Behold the final challenge!" "They already knew it was a maze weeks ago, you doddering old fool!" Someone from the stands yelled. "What? What?" The headmaster snarled in anger. "Who told you? Who told? I'll skin them alive!" "No one told us," Diggory stepped forward and said. "We figured out the gnome holes were an illusion, and we pushed past the disguising glamour. Nice work, Professor Flitwick!" "Thank you," the tiny professor's voice squeaked out from the grandstand. "You're fired, Filius, You utterly failed..." "Go stuff it up your bum, Dumbledore. I told you it wasn't perfect. Too large of an area to maintain consistency," Flitwick boldly countered the man. "We're not done with this. Do you hear me?" Professor Dumbledore roared. "Blah, blah, blah," the charms master droned. The students started to laugh at the exchange until Dumbledore began to wave his wand around his head. It emitted a stream of sparks, and everyone tried to duck behind the person in front of them. The entire crowd cowered in the stands. "Right. Shut your gobs," Dumbledore lambasted them. He then coughed once and faced the champions again. "Okay, we're going to be sending you into the maze one at time. We've averaged your results from the two previous challenges. Potter and Kum with go in ten seconds apart, Ass Cleft third, and what's her face last." "DelaCunt," person yelled. "Listen you Aussie bastard, I'll do you a good one if you call me that again!" The professor hollered. "It's her name, you fool," McGonagall shouted at the headmaster. "Just get on with it so we can go get tea." Professor Dumbledore glared at the assembled, but an insidious smile took over when he looked at the tournament champions. He cracked his knuckles once. Then he said: "Somewhere in there is the tournament trophy. It sort of resembles a troll with a big tonker and bigger tits squatting over a loo. Looks golden, but I think someone swapped it out for pyrite a century or two ago. Find it, and you win. If you get into trouble send up sparks and maybe someone might help... but I doubt it. Anyone who knows anything of what's in there is going to keep clear." The committee members and the faculty glanced at one another, and Harry could see none of them would likely lend assistance. It seemed rather obvious Dumbledore did not intend any of the participants to exit the maze alive. Harry, however, found ample reason to remain living and whole: his death would lead to Neville's, and he could not accept that. "Oh, and if you're not out by sunset, you're never getting out because that's when the really horrid things come out to play," the headmaster gleefully informed them "No time limit. Get in and get out is the order of the day... except you need the trophy to get out. Did I tell you that?" The champions slowly shook their heads as they looked in horror at the old man. "Right. The trophy is the key." "What if someone gets to it before I do?" Ass Cleft inquired. Professor Dumbledore simply started laughing. He did not stop when he waved his wand at Lee Jordan who would again act as commentator. The African-English young man gave a long askance glance at the cackling old wizard. "Okay," he breathed the words into his magic megaphone. "Go stand anywhere you want along the hedge. The professor will open it for you at the correct intervals. Good... uh, luck, I guess." "We will die, yes?" Foul asked and looked to her competitors. "If Dumbledore has his way, probably," Ass Cleft replied. "I did not come to this to die," Diktor grumbled. "Find me, and I will help. See me, help me. That is my rule now." "Agreed," Harry said without pause. "He does mean to kill us all." "Then we try to beat him at his own game... if we can, together," Diggory sternly added his support for the idea. "Try to keep close together," Foul said, but it sounded more like a plea. "To the hedge!" Jordan all but yelled at them. The foursome turned and walked straight to the dense green barrier. They spaced themselves roughly three meters apart. They glanced back and forth as they waited. Harry began to think he might actually bring up the few toast points he ate. A new breed of fear welled in him between what he knew and what he could imagine. Harry almost wished he never found out about the maze. "Diktor Kum!" Lee Jordan announced the first name. A fireball of red and black struck the wall just above Diktor's head, and it made him duck. No one could blame him. The fire slid downward and left an opening just large enough for him to walk through. He did. Harry watched as the hedge sealed itself once Diktor entered. He started counting down in his head. "Harry Potter!" Lee's voice called out. Since he knew what to expect, he did not duck when the gold and scarlet fire hit the greenery above his head. The fire flowed down, and Harry got his first look into the hedge maze. A bizarrely dim interior awaited him. When the opening fully formed, he forced himself into it, and then through it. A rustling noise erupted behind him, and the safe world outside disappeared as the hedge grew back. Only a gray, silent realm awaited him. He swallowed against his fear. Harry Potter then truly began the final challenge. The novel parts of this work, including characters, plot, and setting, are licensed under Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License. The characters, plot, and settings originating in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire remain licensed to J.K. Rowling.
<div id="readability-content"><h1>Harry Potter and the Loo of Desire Chapter 16</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> <p> This work is a parody of J.K Rowling's <u>Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire</u>, and it is not endorsed by either J.K. Rowling or her publishers. As a parody, this work is protected under the Fair Use Doctrine. </p> <p> The characterizations in this work deviate significantly from the original, and this does not imply these characterizations exist in the original work. The author received no financial compensation or endorsements for the production of this work.</p> <p> All characters in this story are fictional. This story depicts sexual acts between consenting minor males. This story is meant for entertainment purposes only and in no way reflects reality. Please be aware of local laws or ordinances that may prohibit the reading of such material.</p> <p> Comments regarding the story may be sent to dricshae(at)gmail(dot)com</p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Please support Nifty with donations if able. <a href="http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html">DONATE HERE</a> </span></span></span> </p> <hr> <h3>(A Parody)</h3> <h3>Chapter 16: From Golden to Dark Green</h3> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The stares and the whispers that followed Harry and Neville did not bother either of them at first. Harry grew accustomed to it over the years, and Neville said he did not believe any of it got aimed at him. The first week of April passed, but the strange behavior of their schoolmates toward them did not. It gradually got on Harry's nerves, and he tried to catch what people said behind their backs. He never did. Unfortunately, it began to trigger his temper.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>All right! Enough! Out with it Padma! What is it you keep whispering about me?" Harry yelled in the middle of Transfiguration class after turning to face her.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Mister Potter!" Professor McGonagall hollered at him. "I hope you have a good reason for squandering twenty Gryffindor points!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry whipped around in his seat, saw his instructor and house matron glaring at him, and he glared right back as he loudly said: "It's been going on for over a week, and I'm sick of it. All these people looking at me and Neville and saying things they don't want us to hear. What? What? What did we do?"</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The class sat in stunned silence. Harry all but snorted as his anger continued to roil in his gut. He did not care if Professor McGonagall docked him all of the Gryffindor house points, he would get to the bottom of whatever rumor his schoolmates currently tossed around about him. It seemed his teacher found a moment of human compassion.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry, maybe you're a little sensitive because the last challenge is less then three weeks away," the woman tersely offered her explanation of his behavior.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>No, it's not that. I already know about the maze."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The professor's mouth hung open for a moment, clearly shocked by what he said, and asked: "Then what else is it?"</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>That's what I'm trying to find out. Padma was just sitting here whispering to Hannah and she used my name and Neville's. I heard that much!" He griped and turned to face the Ravenclaw girl again.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Miss Patil, since you saw fit to agitate Mister Potter to this degree, perhaps you'd like to share with the class what you shared with Miss Abbott?" Professor McGonagall gamely inquired, and her reputation for making students squirm got confirmed anew.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I really don't..." Padma began to say.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It was not a suggestion, Miss Patil," the elderly woman screeched.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>They say Harry and Neville can make love lights!" Padma blurted in a rush.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">A hum ran through the room.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Don't be stupid," Harry growled at his classmate.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>There were witnesses. I heard Séamus and Ron saw it."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The entire class turned to face either Ron or Séamus. Harry spun around and stared down at his best male friend. He saw the flush rising upward from Ron's neck.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Mister Finnegan, Mister Weasley, can you confirm this rumor?" Professor McGonagall asked in such a way it made everyone's ears ring.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ron nodded his head while Séamus said: "Yeah, we saw it last week when Harry and Neville really got going. Looked like a bleeding sun lamp with sparks shooting out of it. All golden yellow."</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ron?" Harry asked, stunned.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ron continued to nod his head.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Do you understand what that means, Séamus?" The only adult asked and did not hide her contempt for the student she questioned.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Sure. It means they're in love!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Whispers whipped around the room like a whirlwind spell got cast.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Close your mouths!" McGonagall shouted at them like some great falcon swooping down on prey. "Mister Finnegan, it means more than that, you twit. If what you say you saw actually happened, it means their soul-bonded. It's more than just love: it's a full commitment of heart and mind. Magic got involved."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry, along with the rest of his classmates, gaped at the professor. The usual sneer on the woman's face got replaced with one of deep concern. Harry swallowed hard against a rising sense of panic. He spun around and looked at Neville who simply shrugged his shoulders. The elderly lady stood, a process that took almost minute and got accompanied by what sounded like popping popcorn. She shuffled forward to the end of the dais on which her desk sat.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Mister Longbottom and Mister Potter, please come forward," she ordered them.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry did not budge. He did not see Neville move either. A turgid hush fell over the entire room.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I meant now!" Professor McGonagall said in an eardrum-puncturing shriek.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry trotted forward as if she used an imperius curse. Seconds later Neville came to stand on his left side. Her eyes, so rheumy it looked as if an entire baseball team spit their gum in her face, regarded the two teenagers with a cold glare. Fear lanced through Harry. She could say and do whatever she wanted to him, but he desperately wanted her to leave Neville out of it.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I take it you two are something of a couple now?" She inquired.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yes," they said in unison.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Several weeks?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Since the second tournament challenge," Harry clarified.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span>"</span><span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ah, yes, quite a display by you two. So that long. Two months," she grated the words through her teeth. "And before that?"</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>We, ah, just sort of got really close. Neville asked me to the Yuletide Dance, and that sort of got things really going between us," he answered.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Like that," Neville quietly confirmed. "But Harry started being really nice to me at the start of the year."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>He deserved it. Neville's really kind and nice... and he's..."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Enough, Potter!" Professor McGonagall's voice sliced through his stuttering statements like a chainsaw through a feather pillow. "Now, I want you two to turn and face each other. Hold hands. Look at each other. Then I want you to think, and think very clearly and very hard, about what he means to you. Ignore everything else except each other."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yes, ma'am," Neville said just before Harry.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">They carried out her instructions and stood holding hands while facing one another. Harry tried to block out everything else except for Neville. As he did, a sense of calm drifted through him. A smile spread across his face as he gazed at the one he loved. Neville smiled in return, and it seemed to Harry like sunlight after a terrible storm. His fingers began to prickle as he thought of everything Neville came to mean to him during the course of the year. It made his heart sing.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Oh, my!" Professor McGonagall said, but she sounded far away.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry," Neville said the name and with it came a thousand sentiments Harry instinctively understood.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Neville," he replied and tried to cram all the name meant to him into two syllables.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">A claw-like hand suddenly landed on his chest and pushed him backward. His connection to Neville broke with loud buzzing hiss. Harry got angry. He turned and faced the professor who took a step back. The fear he saw on her face forced him to shift into a different mental gear.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Professor?" Harry prodded with her name.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Boys, this is... unheard of. It's supposed to happen only to adults and only when they fully understand their hearts and minds. This is too powerful for people your age. It should not happen," she grumbled and backed up again.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>So what does it mean for them, professor?" Séamus called out since his sense of propriety never seemed to be in attendance.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I... well, their soul-bonded. They're partners for life or else they will perish as the loss of that specific, spontaneous magic between them fades," she said without sounding like a harpy. "This... should not be for ones so young. You can't know what... you don't have enough experience."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I know I love him," Neville said with quiet certainty. "I've loved him for a long time."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry wanted to kiss his boyfriend, but instead said: "Maybe I don't know what love really is, but it's the only way to describe how I feel about Neville."</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>This is serious, boys. Very serious," their teacher muttered as she continued to stare at them, although Harry wondered what she could possibly see with such huge dollops of icky crust in each eye.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The matter got brought before Professor Dumbledore who called in both Goo-eye Moody and Barty Crouch. Along with Professor McGonagall the adults discussed the fate of the teenagers, except they all agreed they could not do much since the magic now tying them together exceeded their collective powers. Harry did not fail to note the giddy delight the headmaster displayed when he postulated should Harry die then Neville would also perish. The two boys in question exchanged a series of nervous glances as the discussion droned on and on without any results. When it finally broke, Harry and Neville left to face an uncertain reception in the school.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The green-eyed monster reared it's ugly head, and not the one in the loch or Professor Dumbledore's office fish tank. Students continued to gossip and whisper about the two. However, their friends remained steadfast. Even Ass Cleft Diggory and Diktor Kum made appearances to show their support for the two. Through it all Harry learned about some of the more unpleasant aspects human nature. The envy and jealousy of many schoolmates stunned him a first, but he began to finally see that they simply craved what he and Neville found. He shared his observations with his boyfriend, and Neville further refined them with his own. It seemed oddly fitting that the greater the hostility aimed at them, the deeper and stronger their emotional connection became. Sometimes when they just got near one another love lights would begin to emerge between them. Moreover, the unwanted attention provided a side benefit: it kept Harry's mind off the impending final challenge.</span></span></p> <p> <span>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Look," Snape slurred at Harry during the last week of April, and his fetid breath rolled through the air like miasma from an ancient dead swamp. "Just let me... me, ah... just give... yes, give me a chance to, urp... capture some. Hmm? Not, ah... ah... much too much to, um, ask, is it now?"</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Professor." Harry said the word with as much deference as he could since the obviously intoxicated man could turn feral with little cause. The unanticipated friendly demeanor of the professor put the boy wizard on guard. "You still haven't told me what you want."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Professor Snape took several long moments to get both his eyes to focus on Harry, although one seemed to want to roll up into his head. It disoriented Harry in the same fashion as watching Goo-eye's magical orb that spun and rolled like a doomed airplane piloted by a suffocating orangutan. Between him and the professor Harry's small potion cauldron bubbled with an unexpected frenetic activity. Harry could not decided over which he should worry most.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It's... rare thing... Potted, very rare... indeed," Professor Snape said once his eyes more or less aimed in the same direction. "Valuable, even. If I could... little bit, just some, erk... urp... ah, just some. Powerful stuff... for, ah... herp... potions."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry, I think he wants to collect some of the love lights," Hermione whispered.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Snape's head turned and fell off his hand where he propped it. It landed with a loud bang on the tabletop, but it bounced right back up. The man looked as though he did not even notice the minor collision that left a growing lump on his forehead clearly taking shape behind the fringe of dark, dirty hair.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Too right. A... point for Gry... Gry... Gryffin... Gryffindor," the professor haphazardly confirmed.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry glanced around, saw the terrified expression on Neville's face, and returned to look at the man who, by all appearances, seemed asleep. Harry sighed, and one of Snape's eyes popped open. He made a fast decision.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Sir, if we do this, do you promise to take what you need and go back to the front of the class?" Harry offered the bargain.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Quiet as... a... small... rodent-like... whatever it is... thing," Snape indirectly agreed.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>And points for both Harry and Neville?" Hermione astutely added.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>A... hun -- erp -- dred for each," the man sloppily agreed.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>That's not fair!" Draco shouted from the other side of the room where other Slytherins began to protest. "It's not like those two morons are doing anything special."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Draco obviously overplayed his hand. Harry's heavy pewter ladle glided threw the air with such incredible force and precision that it caught Malfoy square in the mouth. He went down cupping his face as blood oozed through his fingers. The ladle ricocheted off Draco's teeth and caught Daphne Greengrass in the left temple. She shrieked and clutched at her skull and made her hair fly in all directions. The pewter utensil hit the ground with a clatter.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ten points to... Snape for doub... double hit," the professor awarded himself house points. "Um... deal, Pot... ter?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yes, sir," Harry said and turned to Neville who stood at his station shaking his head.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry, seeing the resistance in his boyfriend at approaching the erratic professor, used a secret weapon. He smiled. Then he said: "Neville, please?"</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville's face sagged into a dopey expression. He grinned and started sliding his feet as he moved toward Harry. As he drew near, Harry held out his hand and thought of how much better his life became when he accepted he loved Neville and that Neville returned the same deep affection. Even before their hands touched they started to glow. Half the class sighed while the other half grumbled. Professor Snape seemed to become instantly sober.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>So much like your father," the man softly intoned as he produced a large stoppered jar from somewhere on his person. "The hair and glasses... and this."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry faced his boyfriend, and his feelings swelled. The lights began to float around them. Snape took out the circular cork from the wide mouth and gently began scooping the floating motes of light while he mumbled what Harry could only assume to be a spell. The tiny golden specks hung motionless in the glass. When it became half full, Snape gingerly placed the stopper back in the opening, drew a rune on the top with his wand that glowed silver for a second, and held it up.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Love lights, as you call them, or illumitus amorem for the smarter among you," Professor Snape informed them in a dry, haughty manner. "These must handled carefully. One misstep and the potion brewer could be emotionally numb for the rest of his or her life. Thank you, Potter and Longbottom. You get your points. Now get back to work."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">In quick succession Snape reverted to his standard form. As he began the trek back to his desk, he paused. The he turned his greasy head to the side.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Fifty points to Slytherin if you get Malfoy and Greengrass to the infirmary without any questions being ask," he stated and continued moving.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry and Neville never stopped gazing at one another. Harry lifted is face, and Neville met him half way. The kiss ignited their passions already inflamed by the demonstration for the professor. Soon arms encircled bodies as they poured their passion into one another through their mouths. Harry felt liquid warmth flow through his veins. As they pressed their bodies together, the tell-tale sign of his boyfriend's arousal snuggled against his hip and rested against his own. Harry's right hand slid down and began to wrestle with Neville's belt. In the meanwhile, Neville started to pull at Harry's robes.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Oh, bloody hell. Someone get an iron bar and pry those two apart," Harry heard the potion master sneer.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">He wanted to protest as a strong set of arms wrapped around his waist and began to pull him away from Neville. He heard his boyfriend loudly complain. Whoever wrangled him did so with purpose, and ten seconds later he and Neville got separated. The effect of the love magic slowly receded as more distance separated them. Harry craned his head around and saw Hermione holding him at bay. His mind shifted from one state to another.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Er... I'm okay, Hermione," Harry rumbled at his friend.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>No, you're not. You two are a danger to each other," she grumped. "It's not like you don't have enough problems in your life."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Neville is not a problem!" He hotly countered.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">In a rare display of compassion, Hermione did not beat Harry to a bloody pulp, and instead said: "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. You truly love him, and I understand that, but you're need to keep a clear mind when Neville's around you or disaster will follow."</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry opened his mouth, but his best female friend's words wormed their way into his thinking. He saw the logic in Hermione's statements, so he closed his mouth and nodded. She looked far too serious to dismiss.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Neville, go back to your station unless you really want everyone to see you naked, excited, and what you like to do with Harry when you are," she ordered the other enamored teenager.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville's face turned pink as he whipped around in a half-circle, wriggle free of Ron, and trotted half way across the room.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Core, Harry, how far do you think you two would've gone?" Ron asked with a sly smirk on his face.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Oh, probably to the point where I'd be on all fours with Neville riding me like a wild centaur... or maybe the other way around. It doesn't matter to us," Harry answered.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You don't say."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">It seemed reasonable to instantly regret what he said to his best mate, so Harry started to regret what he told Ron. He knew his intuition to be right when Ron's grin got progressively more comically sinister. He shook his head and glanced at the smoke now streaming from his cauldron. It seemed somehow predictive.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">With two public displays of how their relationship developed, Harry and Neville made a joint decision to continue to spend time away from one another lest they do nothing more than strip naked and wrap themselves around each other. Neville spent more time in the greenhouses and gardens, and Harry, oddly enough, sought refuge in the library where he studied and taunted the shushers. Moreover, he began to read about famous hedgerow mazes throughout England and Europe. With only five days to go before the last challenge, it seemed reasonable to put his time use preparing.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Always turn left," he got caught repeating to himself the morning of the challenge as he sat and ate, or tried to eat, breakfast with his boyfriend and friends. Neville sat across the table from him so as not to disturb his planning and thinking.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It won't just be a maze," Hermione warned as Sabine clung to her arm. "They've got to have traps or something in there to keep you from getting to wherever or whatever it is you need to get."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Dumbledore'll have something nasty up his sleeve," Dean Thomas conjectured as he waved around a piece of bacon.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You think?" Ron mocked him.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What do you keep saying always turn left?" Séamus inquired even though he just stuffed a huge mouthful of porridge into his face.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Strategy for not getting lost," Hermione answered before Harry.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>And it ensures you won't cover the same ground twice," Neville added the second part.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry nodded in agreement. The soft boiled egg no longer appealed to him, so he chewed on the toast points. Someone thoughtfully moved the plate of kippers further down the table, and he suspected Neville did him the service. </span></span> </p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You're going to need a cool head, mate, to pull that off if they've got traps laid in there for you," Ron opined.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You think?" Dean imitated Ron, and it drew a scowl from the ginger-haired teenager.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Madam Sprout always looked a bit uneasy whenever she came back from de-gnoming the pitch... as she liked to tell me," Neville said, and Harry knew it still bothered his boyfriend his favorite teacher managed to keep it secret. "There's something hiding in there, or why else would they put a glamour over the entire maze?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>And Hagrid is involved, so it's not just roses and violets in there," Hermione theorized.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Or even devil's snare," Ron said, and it caused Harry and Hermione to stare at him. "It'd be a right good trap even if it was obvious."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>But Dumbledore knows Harry knows how to get out of it," the smartest witch they knew tried to sideline the idea.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Maybe, but what about what's underneath?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry gaped at his best mate.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Do not scare the `Air-ee," Sabine muttered.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Too late for that, but thanks," Harry replied and smiled at the French girl who now rarely left Hermione's side when not in classes. "Seeing what they managed to do the first time nearly made me have to go and change my knickers."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ron and Séamus snorted a laugh.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Easy for you to laugh since you're not going in there," he grumbled at his friends, and they stopped snickering. "That whole maze is probably three times bigger than the fappitch pitch! And the hedgerows stand at least ten meters tall."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">One by one his friends grew more serious as each took in the new information. Knowing the relative dimensions of the maze made it seem more real, and it did frighten Harry. He could not imagine what Dumbledore decided to hide within the confines. He poked at his breakfast and feared eating any more would only come up in short while. He pushed his plate away.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry?" Neville inquired with an excess of concern in his voice.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I never wanted to be in the stupid tournament. Can't wait to find the bugger who decided to slip my name into the loo," he grumbled and looked to Ron. "Think Giney might be interested in casting some hexes for me?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Oh, mate, she'd love you for that. You know she spent most of this year in detention for hexing people. They never did figure out she studied and practiced hexes during detention," Ron intoned as he spoke about his sister.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well, I'm glad you got chosen, Harry. I'm not sure we'd be us if you hadn't," Neville said in the most serious tone Harry ever heard him use.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">He thought to answer, but paused. Neville's response made complete sense. Desperation before the first challenge drove him to find solitude, but instead he found Neville who gave him the best and simplest advice that lead to his challenge victory. In Harry's mind, that brief conversation marked the turning point when their relationship truly began. Neville lent him aid without any expectation of reciprocation. Harry smiled at the memory, and then he aimed it his boyfriend.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You're right," he said as his feelings redoubled. "Doesn't matter what happens in the maze, I already won."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville's face split into wide grin. Harry felt the warmth of the love he felt for the teenager wash through him. The long face across the table seemed to radiate like the sun. Harry wanted to bathe in the glow for the rest of the day.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Good night, Thurston! Now they can do it with a meter between them," Séamus crowed.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Someone get Harry out of here before he forgets what he's supposed to be doing," Hermione ordered.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Come on, Harry. You've got other things to worry about," Ron said and laid a wide hand on his forearm.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>But I'm not worried about anything right now," Harry rejoined in fluttery manner.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>And that worries me, mate."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The young wizard dressed in patched jeans, new trainers he got from his godfather for Yuletide, and his favorite fappitch practice jersey made him a look very much like he did for the first challenge. Only the subtle golden glow about his face and hands, aside form the sappy look on his face, made him appear different. Ron hauled him out of the great hall and into the grand foyer where students wandered in and out of the main doors. Beyond that Harry could see the barbican gates kept everyone inside the fortified castle grounds. It meant no one could see what lay outside awaiting the champions</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ron kept Harry distracted by regaling him with a story he heard about Lee Jordan and Cassius Warrington. It seemed the Slytherin thought he caught the wily Gryffindor all alone deep in the dungeon level where, according to Ron, Lee planned on purloining some items from one of Felch's storage closets. Cassius believed he trapped Lee until Lee began to say how much he always wanted to the experience the vaunted prowess of Slytherin sex techniques. Ron said it took Jordan a while to convince Warrington he meant what he said. After a while, Lee got Cassius to start disrobing while making it appear he would do the same. The Slytherin got ahead of himself and Lee. While standing naked waiting for Lee to join him, Lee stole Cassius' clothing and took off running. The nude Slytherin chased him as far as the main level, but Jordan outmaneuvered him and disappeared into the throng of students who became quite amused at Cassius state of dress. Harry laughed and believed every word of it.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>So that's what he was selling at the Lady Primple's Clothier last time we were there," Harry said through a chuckle.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Only got a handful of sickles for it, too," Ron told him and grinned all the more.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Potter!" Goo-eye Moody's voice chimed through the foyer. "Get yer arse to the committee room `fore I transform you into a wet sleeve and use you the rest of the day."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Sheesh! Good luck with that and the maze," Ron said and scampered away before receiving a farewell.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>POTTER!" Moody bellowed.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry stood and went to go find the perpetually irritated auror and teacher.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Half an hour later he stood with the other champions just outside of the northwest tower facing the huge expanse of the maze. It started just twenty five meters west of the main castle road, followed along the wall ringing all of Snogwarts, and then south until it ran parallel to the castle fortifications. The dense hedgerows rose as high as Harry claimed, and they served as a testament to both Madam Sprout and Hagrid. The rows themselves measured at least two meters thick if Harry proved any sort of judge. Moreover, from where they stood on a slight rise that allowed the audience to reach the newly erected bleachers to see into the maze, it did not seem worth the while. The interior of the maze, now that Professor Flitwick lifted the glamour charm, looked completely dark and unlit. Harry and the champions got led down into a small clearing before they got a chance to really study the maze.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Champions!" Dumbledore's voice rang sounded out from the dais where the tournament committee sat. "Behold the final challenge!"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>They already knew it was a maze weeks ago, you doddering old fool!" Someone from the stands yelled.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What? What?" The headmaster snarled in anger. "Who told you? Who told? I'll skin them alive!"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>No one told us," Diggory stepped forward and said. "We figured out the gnome holes were an illusion, and we pushed past the disguising glamour. Nice work, Professor Flitwick!"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Thank you," the tiny professor's voice squeaked out from the grandstand.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You're fired, Filius, You utterly failed..."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Go stuff it up your bum, Dumbledore. I told you it wasn't perfect. Too large of an area to maintain consistency," Flitwick boldly countered the man.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>We're not done with this. Do you hear me?" Professor Dumbledore roared.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Blah, blah, blah," the charms master droned.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The students started to laugh at the exchange until Dumbledore began to wave his wand around his head. It emitted a stream of sparks, and everyone tried to duck behind the person in front of them. The entire crowd cowered in the stands.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Right. Shut your gobs," Dumbledore lambasted them. He then coughed once and faced the champions again. "Okay, we're going to be sending you into the maze one at time. We've averaged your results from the two previous challenges. Potter and Kum with go in ten seconds apart, Ass Cleft third, and what's her face last."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>DelaCunt," person yelled.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Listen you Aussie bastard, I'll do you a good one if you call me that again!" The professor hollered.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It's her name, you fool," McGonagall shouted at the headmaster. "Just get on with it so we can go get tea."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Professor Dumbledore glared at the assembled, but an insidious smile took over when he looked at the tournament champions. He cracked his knuckles once. Then he said: "Somewhere in there is the tournament trophy. It sort of resembles a troll with a big tonker and bigger tits squatting over a loo. Looks golden, but I think someone swapped it out for pyrite a century or two ago. Find it, and you win. If you get into trouble send up sparks and maybe someone might help... but I doubt it. Anyone who knows anything of what's in there is going to keep clear."</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The committee members and the faculty glanced at one another, and Harry could see none of them would likely lend assistance. It seemed rather obvious Dumbledore did not intend any of the participants to exit the maze alive. Harry, however, found ample reason to remain living and whole: his death would lead to Neville's, and he could not accept that.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Oh, and if you're not out by sunset, you're never getting out because that's when the really horrid things come out to play," the headmaster gleefully informed them "No time limit. Get in and get out is the order of the day... except you need the trophy to get out. Did I tell you that?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The champions slowly shook their heads as they looked in horror at the old man.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Right. The trophy is the key."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What if someone gets to it before I do?" Ass Cleft inquired.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Professor Dumbledore simply started laughing. He did not stop when he waved his wand at Lee Jordan who would again act as commentator. The African-English young man gave a long askance glance at the cackling old wizard.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Okay," he breathed the words into his magic megaphone. "Go stand anywhere you want along the hedge. The professor will open it for you at the correct intervals. Good... uh, luck, I guess."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>We will die, yes?" Foul asked and looked to her competitors.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>If Dumbledore has his way, probably," Ass Cleft replied.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I did not come to this to die," Diktor grumbled. "Find me, and I will help. See me, help me. That is my rule now."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Agreed," Harry said without pause. "He does mean to kill us all."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Then we try to beat him at his own game... if we can, together," Diggory sternly added his support for the idea.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Try to keep close together," Foul said, but it sounded more like a plea.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>To the hedge!" Jordan all but yelled at them.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The foursome turned and walked straight to the dense green barrier. They spaced themselves roughly three meters apart. They glanced back and forth as they waited. Harry began to think he might actually bring up the few toast points he ate. A new breed of fear welled in him between what he knew and what he could imagine. Harry almost wished he never found out about the maze.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Diktor Kum!" Lee Jordan announced the first name.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">A fireball of red and black struck the wall just above Diktor's head, and it made him duck. No one could blame him. The fire slid downward and left an opening just large enough for him to walk through. He did. Harry watched as the hedge sealed itself once Diktor entered. He started counting down in his head.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry Potter!" Lee's voice called out.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Since he knew what to expect, he did not duck when the gold and scarlet fire hit the greenery above his head. The fire flowed down, and Harry got his first look into the hedge maze. A bizarrely dim interior awaited him. When the opening fully formed, he forced himself into it, and then through it. A rustling noise erupted behind him, and the safe world outside disappeared as the hedge grew back. Only a gray, silent realm awaited him. He swallowed against his fear. Harry Potter then truly began the final challenge.</span></span></p> <hr> <p>The novel parts of this work, including characters, plot, and setting, are licensed under</p> <p><a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/"> <img src="https://i.creativecommons.org/l/by/4.0/88x31.png" name="Image1" alt="Creative Commons License" width="90" height="33"> </a> <a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/"> </a><a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/">Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License</a>.</p> <p>The characters, plot, and settings originating in <u>Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire</u><span> remain licensed to J.K. Rowling.</span></p> </div></div>
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Harry Potter and the Loo of Desire Chapter 14 This work is a parody of J.K Rowling's Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, and it is not endorsed by either J.K. Rowling or her publishers. As a parody, this work is protected under the Fair Use Doctrine. The characterizations in this work deviate significantly from the original, and this does not imply these characterizations exist in the original work. The author received no financial compensation or endorsements for the production of this work. All characters in this story are fictional. This story depicts sexual acts between consenting minor males. This story is meant for entertainment purposes only and in no way reflects reality. Please be aware of local laws or ordinances that may prohibit the reading of such material. Comments regarding the story may be sent to dricshae(at)gmail(dot)com Please support Nifty with donations if able. DONATE HERE (A Parody) Chapter 14: Greasing Up for the Final Push Harry could not imagine what the others saw when he and Neville got near each other, but at times he thought he spied jealousy. Harry and Neville reminded each other all the time they needed to work on their friendship, and Neville hit upon a big key. He acknowledged time apart seemed just as important as time together. Neville like to work alone the greenhouses, as Harry leaned when he made one too many visits. Neville told him it served as the place where he could clear his mind and think without thinking. Harry understood and told Neville how he liked to disappear up in the clock tower where the loud ticking drowned out his own thinking. Thus, the learned to purposefully pry themselves away from one another for long stretches of time, and that's when he saw envy on the faces of others. Two weeks after their intimate encounter and important talk in the greenhouse, they shared another very important moment. Harry did not know how he knew, but he sensed the moment arrived by the way Neville acted when they orally satisfied one another under the covers late each night. Thus, he called again on his connection to a prefect, namely Ass Cleft, to utilize the prefect's bathroom. That alone impressed Neville, and it set the stage for one of the most serious moments between them. Harry did not play any games. The two experienced one another fully, and Neville appeared to enjoy being the bottom as much as the top. The two teenagers worked slowly with one another, and it brought them closer together than Harry ever imagined. "Don't you two look sweet," Hermione said as she walked through the main courtyard on a brisk morning in late March. "Ron's got a note for you from Ass Cleft and Diktor." "Okay," Harry said while continuing to hold Neville's hand while they both read. Each young person dressed in heavy wool jacket to keep out the damp, cold weather common to Snogwarts during the spring. Iron-gray clouds hovered overhead and threatened to unload on them like an overly excited toddler who drank far, far too much at one sitting. However, being cooped up inside the castle started to get on everyone's nerves, and any chance to breathe fresh air came as a welcomed relief. Even the Boobbeatons and Spurmstungs availed themselves of the break in the rain. "He says it about the next challenge and whether you know what it's going to be." Harry frowned. "Of course he read it, Harry," Hermione said with a hint of irritation at his naïveté. "Besides the fact he's fucking Diktor, he is your best mate... I think." "He is," Harry replied and saw the smirk on Neville's face from the corner of his eye. They talked about friends and the role they should play in each other's life. Neville let it be known he did not want to interfere with the relationships Harry built with other people. Harry tried to share his friends as much as his boyfriend wanted. Hermione sat down next to him. "You know he's jealous of you two," she told him. "Why?" Harry and Neville asked as the same and drew both of their attention. "'Cause he knows his relationship with Diktor probably won't survive much past the end of the school year. Diktor will go back to his life in Bulgaria and as a world-famous fappitch player, and Ron will go back to The Bunghole. They have to totally separate lives. You and Neville will see each other over the summer, and then pick it up at the start of the new school year. Ron will come back alone." "Told you," Neville muttered. "Least one of you is thinking outside of himself," she said and nudged Harry so hard with her shoulder he almost knocked Neville off the edge of the fountain retaining wall. "Well there's not a lot I can do about him and Diktor, is there?" Harry complained and he nudged her in return. "I didn't tell Ron to fall in love with him. I never even told them to start dating, and they hid it for a while. This is on him, and not me." "True, but Ron always had you to fall back on... or into... or whatever it is you two had going on with each other." "Told you," Neville repeated, and got rewarded with a frown from his boyfriend. "And everyone knows you and Neville decided to go the `just me and you' route," Hermione stated in a scoffing manner as she glanced between the two teenager boys. "We did not," Harry intoned, and he did not sound convincing to himself. "It doesn't matter if you said it aloud to one another, it's still a fact. Neville, you agree with me, right?" Neville looked up form his book with a suitably serious expression on his long face. He glanced between Harry and Hermione, but gave no indication what he thought. He cleared his throat once. "We never discussed it," he replied. Hermione's right hand balled into a fist and rose slightly from her lap. "But I did assume we'd be exclusive with one another," Neville said in a rush. "There's still a lot I'm learning that Harry is showing me, and he's been around the block a few times, so I just thought he was giving it a rest for a while." "Around the block a few times? He's a bloody tour director," the brilliant and volatile young witch snapped. Several people paused and looked at them, but found something else of interest when Hermione's gaze darted around the courtyard. "And what's wrong with wanting to be just with Neville?" Harry half-complained and closed his book since it appeared the conversation would continue. "Nothing, except coming from you it's like hearing He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Fucked say he's decided on which gender to be. It's almost unnatural, Harry. You're the Boy-Who-Came in more than one sense, you know," Hermione grumbled. "You did get a round a fair bit," Neville added, and yet it did not sound condemning. "A lot of us get around a fair bit, and that's perfectly natural. Just look at Dean! It's also perfectly natural to decide to try something different... to try and be a little different," Harry exclaimed at both of them. "And why is it all of sudden I'm the bad guy when it comes to Ron `cause he didn't think things through with Diktor?" "I'm not saying that at all, Harry, so put a sock in it! I'm just telling you how this probably all fell together in Ron's head. Oh, I agree he's a prat when it comes to this topic, so don't bite my head off or I'll rip yours off," one of his best friends warned. "Sorry, sorry," he apologized and held up his hands as though he stood any chance of holding her back from a fit of anger. "Don't forget when he and Tony got together he cut everyone off from his body." That the relationship only last two and half months did not negate the fact Ron became monogamous for the duration. Harry caught Hermione and Neville eyeing one another. He knew he caught them on that point. "Hermione, what is it your really trying to tell me? And if it's that me and Neville should behave differently, you know what I'm going to say," Harry decided really throw the topic open. "No, I wasn't going to tell you that, and, yes, I know what you'd say to me," Hermione rejoined and glared at him for a moment. "I think I'm trying to warn you Ron might be a little peevish and why. I heard him say he's happy for you, but... I don't think he understands how you two came together. None us do, really." "Harry was nice to me, and you know I've been sweet on him since the first day," Neville plainly stated the truth of his position that everyone knew. "Neville doesn't treatment like the Boy-Who-Came. He kind and handsome and he's helped me out quite a bit when other people wouldn't," Harry answered, and part of his response made Hermione wince a small amount. "We all know it's genuine, but it..." and the smart young woman paused while looking at them. "Didn't seem possible or logical?" He finished for her. "Not that, more like an option no one really considered before." "'Cause people thought I was a breeder," Neville said, and his voiced sounded lower. Hermione looked away. "I'm not, you know, and Harry seemed about the only one who didn't really believe it." "Plus we wanked together so much." "Yeah, made a right big mess a four or five... dozen times." "All right, all right. I don't need to know the details, and I'm sorry, Neville," Hermione growled the words. "Besides, if you were going to pick someone for me, who would it be if not Neville?" Harry challenged. "Honestly? I seriously thought you and Diktor might get together. You're both in the tournament. You both play fappitch. You're both skeeters. His background is rough, not as rough as yours, but you both know hardship. It just seemed like you two would gravitate toward one another," she elucidated her answer without pause, and it meant she thought about the subject in the past. "She makes a fair point, Harry," Neville said and did not sound aggrieved. "He's handsome, I'll give you that, and he's been pretty decent to me, but... no, I'm not really attracted to him for a relationship. He's good at sex, but... I've always know sex is just that: sex. It doesn't tell you if you're really compatible with someone. Neville is a better for fit for me in almost every way," Harry thoughtfully replied because, like Hermione, he also thought about the subject at length. "Thanks, Harry," his boyfriend said through a grin. "You don't have to thank me for telling the truth." "Ugh, you two!" Hermione groaned. "What? Jealous, too?" Harry prodded her. "Maybe a little. Sabine is great and all, but I know she won't think of me once she gets back to France. I'm in the same boat as Ron, but at least I'm aware and prepared for how it's going to end," she told him. "Don't let this go to your head, either of you or either head, but a lot of people are looking at you guys and feeling envious. We all saw it at the loch challenge when you saved Neville, Harry, and then he turned right around and saved you. That kiss told everyone everything." Harry glanced at Neville and saw the teenager go flush. Harry knew he blushed as well. The relief he felt at allowing himself to admit his feelings toward Neville that day burned brightly in his mind. He twisted his fingers into Neville's and squeezed them. "And ever since then, you two seem so... not just happy, but... content. That's the part that gets everybody's goat. We can't even tell if you're fucking `cause you two always act so calm around each other." "Look at Neville's face," Harry instructed her. "I know you're probably rutting like wild pigs, but every other couple sits in the hallways snogging `til a professor breaks them apart," she said and rolled her eyes. "I come out here to tell you Ron's got a note for you, and you boys are just sitting here reading. Sure, you're holding hands, but... reading!" "Don't worry, Hermione: he'll root me so hard and long later I won't be able to form proper words for the rest of the night." "Harry!" Neville gasped and nudged him with his elbow. "Am I lying?" "No, but... now I can't read." "Sickening. Just sickening. The great Harry Potter's been domesticated!" Hermione loudly complained. Harry laughed and retorted: "Keep going like that and you'll turn into Elphaba, Hermione!" She let out with a loud bark of laughter. Hermione stood while she continued to chortle and looked at them. Harry saw a peculiar light in her eyes, and her halo of bushy hair accentuated it. "What?" He prompted her. "I never thought this before about anyone, but I really hope it works out for you two. It sort of gives me hope that all of us might have a chance for something like this. Yes, I'm envious, but within reason." "Thanks, Hermione," Neville stated with obvious appreciation. "Ugh, and he has to be so nice about everything!" "It's part of why I love him," Harry quietly added. Hermione made a face like she might throw up. Harry and Neville both laughed as she stomped away in her usual fashion, and her heavy hobnail boots created mini peels of thunder. Neville squeezed his hand, and Harry glanced at him. "So, uh, the reason I can't read..." "Greenhouse or bed?" Harry asked while standing. "What about both?" Neville suggested, and Harry started pulling him away before the last word came out of his mouth. Later that afternoon Harry went to the Hufflepuff entrance located in the lower levels near the kitchen and waited. It did not take long before someone bedecked in brown and yellow eyed him with suspicion as he stood next to the barrels. Harry sighed in relief since he did not want to wait around for too long. Neville promised him another round after dinner. "Hi, Wayne, can you please tell Ass Cleft I got his note and I'd like to speak with him," Harry said to the house member. "What for?" Wayne Bostock, a second year, asked in apparent suspicion. "Well, I can tell him later I politely asked you and you wouldn't help." Harry knew the weaknesses of the various houses, just as all other houses knew the weaknesses of the Gryffindor members. Wayne looked momentarily panicked. Then he nodded his head. "Could you go stand over on the other side of the hall across from the kitchen door?" Wayne requested. Harry complied and went to wait away from where he knew the Hufflepuff entrance lay hid. Wayne, a little shorter than him with hair about the same color, disappeared behind one of the large vinegar casks. Harry then heard a strange staccato rhythm followed by a soft grinding noise. Many people said the Hufflepuff's put up the best defense against infiltration of their house, and Harry started to believe it. He stood where asked and listened to the sounds slipping out from under the kitchen door. It sounded like either a multi-person jousting tourney took place or the house elves threw an all out fight. It seemed plausible the house elves always made such a clamor while preparing the evening meal for an entire school and a large number of guests. "Harry!" Diggory's voice called out a few minutes later. Harry smiled at his friend and fellow competitor. Over the months in which he engaged with Ass Cleft, he felt as though they did develop an honest friendship. A loud bang and clang rang out from behind the kitchen door. "Are they always this noisy and how do you stand it?" He asked as he moved toward his friend. "We've got sound deadening spells inside our house. You should've been here for the kitchen riot of eighty-nine. The entire castle heard it `cept us," Ass Cleft said, and Harry noted the way he subtly lead him away from the entrance of his house. "So... any guess as to the what they're going to put us through?" The young man inquired without any preamble. Ass cleft dressed in the standard Snogwarts uniform of black pants, white shirt, a tie in house colors, and house color sweater. However, they clung tightly to Cedric's body and accentuated all the best parts of his trim physique. His light brown hair, still mysteriously sun-streaked even though the weather kept them inside most of the time, rose and fell in alluring waves. The gray eyes lent him an unfathomable quality. Harry felt the crotch of his pants grow tight. He knew what lay under the clothes and what the elder teenager could do with his assets. "Not really, but it has to be something more intense than the first or second challenge," he replied. "Plus it will be timed again... or at least our earlier times will come into play." "Probably, but how? That's what I want to know," Ass Cleft quipped. He then reached down and casually rearranged his male parts. Harry saw them outlined, and memories of their encounter in the prefect's bathroom with Diktor Kum flooded through his brain. His pants began to tent outward, and he saw the Hufflepuff take at look at it. "Any idea where they might hold the last challenge?" The tall young man asked and continued to fondle himself through his pants. "Um... ah... maybe... don't know," Harry stammered as he watched the outline grow in size behind the long-fingered hand. "I... um... not the, ah, Perverted Forest or, um, the loch again." "No, probably not," Ass Cleft smoothly said while his fingers lazily traced along the full bulge in his pants. "Could it be in the castle?" "Where?" The younger of the two teenagers asked as his throat went dry while gazing outline of the cock he once sucked and that reamed his butthole so wonderfully. Diggory spun in a small circle as he looked around. Even though he did not intend it, his profile came close to making Harry sputter and forget about the fact Neville would be waiting for him that night. The image of a naked Neville stretched out on his bed reading a book and talking about the latest flora that captured his attention went a long way in calming Harry. He gradually realized he would rather bath in the emotional warm of his boyfriend than luxuriate under the sumptuous beauty of the Hufflepuff prefect. However, seeing Ass Cleft in a state of arousal still fired up Harry's engines. It would happen to any normal person, he reasoned. "Must be going to take place outside," Ass Cleft said, and again his hand slid down to his rigid organ. "Maybe they'll have us run races `round the fappitch pitch," Harry humorously guessed. Diggory, however, turned and looked at him with a single eyebrow arching up toward his perfect hairline. "Feel like going for a bit of walk, Harry?" Ass Cleft queried while his fingers drummed on the length of his shaft as he thought. "Bit as in little or as in a ways off?" "Not far. Actually, pretty close by. You gave me an idea." Harry looked at him in an expectant fashion. "The fappitch pitch, silly. No one's used it all year `cause they called off the season, and haven't you noticed the way Hagrid's been wheeling around loads of soil and seeds and fertilizer?" Despite the occasional visit to his massive friend, Harry spent more time worrying about the challenges and falling in love with Neville to consider the comings and goings of the keeper of the grounds. Thus, Harry could not ignore the observation of the bright and handsome wizard. "Yeah, all right, let's go for a stroll," he agreed a few seconds later. Since they started on a lower level, it did not take long to reach the main entrance. A few students lounged around the stairs and wandered in and out of the great hall. Most sat studying books or notes. Despite everything else that occurred within the castle, it still served its primary purpose as an educational facility. Thus, hardly anyone watched as Harry and Ass Cleft walked past. When they exited the castle proper, Ass Cleft stopped and stared in the direction of the fappitch stadium. "Notice anything odd, Harry?" The absurdly handsome young man asked and pointed toward the one place that made the younger wizard feel in his element. "N..." he began to reply, but then stopped. He stared at the quiescent sport facility. It seemed normal at first glance, but then he caught a strange fuzziness, a wobbliness around the image. "Did someone cast a glamour spell?" "Let's go find out!" Ass Cleft declared, threw an arm around Harry's neck, and dragged him onward for a short ways down the main road. Fifteen meters later he appeared to want to turn, but then halted. "Well, what have we here?" Harry glanced down, and the companionable arm thrown across his shoulders made him feel something other than companionable. However, he forced himself to really look. A series of signs spaced along the edge of the road warned of a mud gnome infestation. Anyone who ever got bit by a gnome knew the bite to be painful and often led to an even more painful infection. It would serve as a very good reason to avoid going into the field. "Somebody put a lot of work into this camouflage glamour," Harry muttered as the gnome holes did not seem entirely inhabited. "Good eye. Probably Flitwick. I can't think of anyone else aside from Dumbledore who can charm such a large area." Diggory gave him a tight squeeze, and Harry's pecker grew harder if at all possible. Not only did Ass Cleft look good, he smelled spectacular. Whatever cologne the older teenager wore nearly wove a spell. Of course, Harry thought, enhancing a fragrance would not be beyond the abilities of a skilled spellcaster like Ass Cleft. Harry fought to refocus his thoughts since they turned to stripping his friend naked and doing everything sexual he could imagine. Harry's imagination ran far and wide. "Let's get a closer look, huh?" The statement did not turn out to be a question. Ass Cleft continued to lead Harry forward, and he more or less willingly went into the field supposedly infested with nasty, wild little humanoids that could attack in a swarm. Harry's mind briefly flashed with memories of the Merscots. The two traveled no more than ten meters when they passed through the edge of the glamour. However, three meters past that they hit a magical barrier. The barrier did not obscure the view. Both boys gaped at what they saw. "Hagrid," they said in unison as they gazed a the largest hedgerow Harry ever saw. "It's a maze," Ass Cleft whispered. "How can you tell?" I can't see a path anywhere down below. It just looks solid to me," Harry rejoined. "That's how I know it's a maze. Besides, ever see the one at Longleat's? This reminds me of it. Flitwick cast another glamour spell over it so we can't make out the configuration. See how it shifts and gets fuzzy?" His friend pulled him in close and pointed. Harry forced his mind away from the virulently lewd thoughts trying to take center stage and cast his gaze outward. Just as Ass Cleft stated, the top surface of the immense hedgerow did not look the same for more than three seconds. It made his eyes water to stare at it for too long. The density and size of the hedgerows made him nervous. "We have to complete a maze for the last challenge," he said to himself as his nose drank in the scent of his friend. "Something tells me this isn't any ordinary maze, not if Dumbledore had anything to do with it," Ass cleft quietly remarked. At the same time his hand began to gently massage Harry's left pectoral. "He must have planned this from the start `cause it would take a half a century to grow something like this." "Um... uh... unless they, um, got M-Madam S-Sprout to, ah, help," Harry stammered out his reply. "N-Neville's been d-d-doing most of the p-preparatory work for her all y-year." "Are you cold, Harry?" Diggory inquired as his fingers deftly toyed with Harry's nipple. It became too much. Harry slipped out from the inviting and warm arm. He stared longingly at the handsome face that looked confused. Half of his brain urged him to pin Ass Cleft to the ground and do a number of salacious thing he never got to attempt in the prefect's bathroom. "Harry?" His friend asked in a concerned. "You are so good looking," Harry burbled and felt his face heat. "And I want you so bad right now!" Ass Cleft flashed him an even more inviting smile and his left hand returned to the bulge in his pants. "But I can't, Cedric. Oh, gods, I want to... I so, so, so want to, but Neville. We, um, sort of agreed to be with just each other for a while." "Oh, right. So it is true: you and him have gone monogamous," Ass Cleft said and nodded his head. "I'm not surprised knowing you. You're kind and loyal, Harry. I admire that. So it's going good with Neville." "I think I've fallen completely in love with him, and that's why I can't do anything with you even through my head is telling me to show you the stuff we missed in the bathroom. I couldn't do that to Neville." Ass Cleft leaned forward and kissed Harry on the his right left cheek. Harry want to cram his tongue down Diggory's throat until he could taste the young man's asshole. The small show of friendly, simple affection left Harry shaking. "Neville must be the luckiest boy in Hogwarts to land you. If it weren't for me and Roger, I'd've made a serious go for you after the first challenge... and especially after our little party with Diktor in the prefect's bathroom. I've had more than few wet dreams over that," Ass Cleft said in a rather sentimental manner. Harry's mouth fell slightly open to hear Diggory considered him for a relationship. He stored that knowledge and realize he could never tell anyone, especially Neville or Ron. Of course, he could not tell Séamus unless he wanted everyone to know. Harry's sense of lust and want battled with his sense of dedication and loyalty. The later defeated the former through a series of complicated tricks. "You have no idea what that means to me, Cedric. You are everything any guy could ever want in a person," Harry mumbled. "Except I'm not what you found in Neville," Ass Cleft rejoined. Harry opened his mouth to reply, and he found no words. His brain told him Diggory spoke an incredibly complex truth. Neville fulfilled something in Harry he discovered gone missing for almost all his life. His head started to bob. "Neville doesn't care that I'm the Boy-Who-Came. He doesn't care that I'm the Harry Potter. We make each other feel good about who we are. I'm safe with him, and I pretty sure he feels the same way about me," Harry tried to explain even the tiniest bit of what he felt and thought regarding Neville. "And I'm fairly certain I'm feeling pretty jealous right now. I love Roger, and I think he loves me, but what I hear you saying is something really different. Not sure I've heard more than three other people every say anything like that, and two are my father and his man. What you found is really special, Harry, and I hope you realize it," his friend in such a serious tone Harry worried he somehow offended him. "I do. It helps to get reminders from people I trust," he responded. Ass Cleft's face lit up as he spoke the last part of the statement. "Yeah, I do trust you. You've more than proved yourself to me. Right now is a good example, Cedric." "Thanks, Harry, that means a lot to me," the young man said through his smile. "And you're one of the few people who actually says my first name right." "Hermione beat the correct pronunciation into me." Diggory snickered. "No, I'm serious. Starting in our first year, each time we said the name of someone wrong, mainly hers, but other people's, too, she'd punch me and Ron in the stomach. Spent half my first year completely winded because of Hermione," Harry told the older teenager the true story. "Well, tell her I owe her one," Ass Cleft said through a chuckle. "You really want to owe her one?" The two regarded one another for a moment. Harry knew the tales about Hermione spread throughout the school, and more than enough people wore bruises from her to testify to what she could do. Diggory began to frown a bit. "Ah, maybe not," Ass Cleft finally said the sensible thing. "Good, because she charges a steep price," Harry concluded that topic. "Think we should go find Diktor and Foul and tell them what we found out?" "I was just thinking that as well," his friend rumbled. "One last thing: if you and Neville ever get to the point where maybe it'd be okay to slip a third party into your time together for even a few minutes, could you maybe add me to the list." "You're already at the top, Cedric. All ready at the top," Harry replied, and he meant it. He planned to broach the subject with Neville as soon as he felt it might be appropriate. The two teenagers then turned and left the exceedingly intricate magic behind them to go find their tournament counterparts with very important news. As they did, Harry felt more certain than ever his friendship with Cedric Diggory became even tighter. If possible, his brain began to debate who would actually receive the top spot on the list should he and Neville decide playing with a third would be fun: Ron or Cedric. As night cloaked Snogwarts and Harry returned from the stables where the three younger male contestants met the female contestant, he slipped into the dorm room to find Séamus already asleep since he picked up a spring faun cold. Harry already knew where Ron would be secluded with Diktor until he ran the risk of violating curfew. Dean, as usual, would arrive well after Ron. None of them ever figured out how the dark-skinned teenager got away with it, and Dean refused to tell. "You look concerned," Neville said when Harry sidled next to the bed. Before he could say anything, Neville reached up, grabbed Harry's jacket, and pulled the Bi-Wizard Tournament champion to him. The kiss Harry received stilled some last lingering doubts in his head. When it ended, he wasted no time in stripping off all his clothes and sliding naked into Neville's bed. To his delight and surprise, his boyfriend only wore a tee-shirt. Harry pressed his naked body against Neville's. "Harry, what's wrong?" The somewhat taller young man said as he moved over to make room, although Harry remained all but glued to him. "It's a maze. It's a gigantic, scary-looking maze, and we can't figure out how it's configured or what else might be in it," Harry explained in a rush. "Charmed? Obscurio or glamour?" "Ass Cleft thinks Flitwick put a glamour charm in it." "You'll never break it," Neville murmured. "What's on your mind, Harry? You're usually pretty talkative about the challenges." A small conflict continued to wage in him, so he followed the rule they put in place about telling the truth and said: "Diggory wanted to know if you and me wanted to entertain a third in bed." His boyfriend's mouth became slightly ajar. "I told him no. I said it was just me and you for a good long while so we can really get to know what each other likes." "I hope you didn't say it was forever," Neville mumbled. "Wait! Are you saying you might be interested?" Harry asked and did his best not to sound excited. "Not right away, but... it's Diggory, Harry, and you know I liked to toss one off listening to what happened between you two and Diktor." A smile slowly grew on Harry's face. "I thought you'd ask about Ron first, so... Ass Cleft, huh? Really?" Neville said and sounded a bit confused. "So you'd be fine with Ron, too?" "I don't know. Not sure I'm up for getting plugged by him. If his willy gets any bigger, he might have to list it as a weapon." "It's a good sized one, but not that big," Harry lightly chided his boyfriend. "Now Kenny Towler is a monster! Ever see him naked or with a stiffy?" Neville shook his and looked worried. "Doesn't matter, though. Right now it's just me and you. I don't want it any other way," he confidently told his boyfriend since he resisted the temptation with Cedric. "I liked what you said to Hermione down in the courtyard today." "Which part?" Neville queried. "All of it, I guess. I know we're still new at this relationship stuff, but it already feels like it's working out like it should... and I don't even know what to expect." "Neither do I. Sometimes it scares me because I think it's going to end and I won't know why." "Well, we need to work to make sure it doesn't end. I get the feeling this is going to last a long time. I don't know why," Harry told him. Neville kissed the side of his head. "It's stupid of me to say this `cause maybe I'm too young, but I do love you, Neville. I'm in love with you... who you are. What you are. And I really just like you a lot, too." A show of strength took Harry by surprise, and he suddenly found himself lying on top of Neville. Harry loved it when his boyfriend acted in a decisive manner because, while not infrequent, Neville did not like to impose his will on anyone. He suffered from that type of treatment most of his life and, thus, avoided doing the same. Harry looked into the depths of Neville's eyes. While he did not fully believe one could discern anything of another person in such a manner, he found his boyfriend's blue eyes to be very expressive. At the moment he saw so much he could not decide exactly what came first. "It's never stupid for you to say you love me. I want to tell you ever day, sometimes every hour, how much I love you... how much you mean to me," Neville responded and sounded almost angry. "That day of the second challenge changed my life, Harry. You changed it. I was already in love with you before they came and took me and put me in that box. I was the only one who smiled when they took us to the loch `cause I knew what it meant." Harry pulled himself forward so he could kiss Neville. His erection slid against the side of Neville's. Few would ever guess the depth of passion contained in the shy teenager. On more than one occasion Neville pushed Harry to the point of joyful exhaustion as they physically expressed their emotions to one another. Thus, as he soundly kissed the boy he loved, Harry began to gently move his hips back and forth. Neville's hands crept downward under the blanket and clasped his buttocks. He kneaded and pulled them apart. It switched Harry's motor from neutral to drive with the accelerator pedal pushed to the floor. "You know this marks every night for over three weeks?" Neville whispered into to his mouth. "So you're saying we should stop? I mean, we did do it this afternoon," Harry questioned. "Um... I ready for more if you are!" Harry answered the only way he could: he slid down beneath the covers. The blanket got hooked on his shoulder and got pulled down. Harry understood Neville's modesty, but sometimes it got in the way of the real fun. As he reached Neville's crotch, his boyfriend did not try to replace the covers. After their first anal session, Harry discovered just how much Neville liked to watch. The shy young man spent over three years as a voyeur secretly witnessing the sexual games and trysts of his roommates. Harry got told stories of events he could not recall because they seemed average and unworthy of note in his estimation. Neville watched it all, and told Harry he spent hours secretly masturbating. Thus, when Harry started the across-the-room wanking with Neville, he unwittingly tapped into a powerful part of his boyfriend's mind. Thus, Neville liked to watch when they engaged in sex. After gobbling up Neville's perfect piece of turgid meat, at least in Harry's estimation, hands ran through his perpetually messy black hair. The shy teenager also began to wage a losing war against Harry's hair in trying to tame it or make do what he wanted. Hence, causing it to become further mussed became a signal in their budding rituals. It meant Neville would loosen his self-control and let the action lead. Harry applied himself to pleasuring his boyfriend. It only took five minutes before Neville swung around so he could do the same to Harry. The first moments of their emerging sexual relationship in the greenhouse showed both boys enjoyed both giving and receiving fellatio. Moreover, Neville's skill level grew considerably in a short amount of time. His studiousness paid of handsomely. Somehow in Nevillle's earnestness he crawled onto this hands and knees in order to slide his rigid tonker in and out of Harry's mouth while his own head went up and down like a bobber with a fish hooked below. It allowed Harry to simply lay on the bed and enjoy the best of both worlds with very little effort. Neville took over without any opposition. As he marveled at the growing confidence in his boyfriend's satisfying his needs and wants, Harry realized it turned him on to no end. His hips began to thrash about while Neville kept his face impaled on Harry's erection. The head of Neville's dick slid around Harry's the top of Harry's throat. A heap of minutes flew by as the moment of release drew closer and closer. "Gah, Neville," Harry groaned around the cock in his mouth as the semen exploded out of him. His body flailed about. The pecker on which Harry dined grew increasingly harder as Neville gulped down the juice flowing into his maw. Balls than once bounced on Harry's chin lay safely nestled next to the stiff shaft as Neville's climax neared. Without knowing what his boyfriend intended or why. Neville suddenly lifted his hips. As his did so, he went off like a rocket. A thick rope of spunk burst of out of the swollen head. It splattered across Harry's face, but some landed in his mouth. A second volley also drenched the cheek of the marked wizard. More drops popped out and landed everywhere. "Shit, Harry, sorry," Neville panted as his orgasm ebbed. "Why? That was fun. I like getting messy," Harry breathlessly rejoined. "Fucking hell, wicked," a third voice joined them in a growl. Ron sat on his bed, cock in hand that spat out sperm, and grunted while a huge smile crossed his face. Harry looked up at Neville. Neville bowed his head down, at first with a panicked expression, but then he began to laugh. They glanced over at Ron who continued to milk his spewing organ. The boyfriends began to laugh even more. A third, deeper chortle joined them. The novel parts of this work, including characters, plot, and setting, are licensed under Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License. The characters, plot, and settings originating in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire remain licensed to J.K. Rowling.
<div id="readability-content"><h1>Harry Potter and the Loo of Desire Chapter 14</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> <p> This work is a parody of J.K Rowling's <u>Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire</u>, and it is not endorsed by either J.K. Rowling or her publishers. As a parody, this work is protected under the Fair Use Doctrine. </p> <p> The characterizations in this work deviate significantly from the original, and this does not imply these characterizations exist in the original work. The author received no financial compensation or endorsements for the production of this work.</p> <p> All characters in this story are fictional. This story depicts sexual acts between consenting minor males. This story is meant for entertainment purposes only and in no way reflects reality. Please be aware of local laws or ordinances that may prohibit the reading of such material.</p> <p> Comments regarding the story may be sent to dricshae(at)gmail(dot)com</p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Please support Nifty with donations if able. <a href="http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html">DONATE HERE</a> </span></span></span> </p> <hr> <h3>(A Parody)</h3> <h3>Chapter 14: Greasing Up for the Final Push</h3> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry could not imagine what the others saw when he and Neville got near each other, but at times he thought he spied jealousy. Harry and Neville reminded each other all the time they needed to work on their friendship, and Neville hit upon a big key. He acknowledged time apart seemed just as important as time together. Neville like to work alone the greenhouses, as Harry leaned when he made one too many visits. Neville told him it served as the place where he could clear his mind and think without thinking. Harry understood and told Neville how he liked to disappear up in the clock tower where the loud ticking drowned out his own thinking. Thus, the learned to purposefully pry themselves away from one another for long stretches of time, and that's when he saw envy on the faces of others.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Two weeks after their intimate encounter and important talk in the greenhouse, they shared another very important moment. Harry did not know how he knew, but he sensed the moment arrived by the way Neville acted when they orally satisfied one another under the covers late each night. Thus, he called again on his connection to a prefect, namely Ass Cleft, to utilize the prefect's bathroom. That alone impressed Neville, and it set the stage for one of the most serious moments between them. Harry did not play any games. The two experienced one another fully, and Neville appeared to enjoy being the bottom as much as the top. The two teenagers worked slowly with one another, and it brought them closer together than Harry ever imagined.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Don't you two look sweet," Hermione said as she walked through the main courtyard on a brisk morning in late March. "Ron's got a note for you from Ass Cleft and Diktor."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Okay," Harry said while continuing to hold Neville's hand while they both read.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Each young person dressed in heavy wool jacket to keep out the damp, cold weather common to Snogwarts during the spring. Iron-gray clouds hovered overhead and threatened to unload on them like an overly excited toddler who drank far, far too much at one sitting. However, being cooped up inside the castle started to get on everyone's nerves, and any chance to breathe fresh air came as a welcomed relief. Even the Boobbeatons and Spurmstungs availed themselves of the break in the rain.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>He says it about the next challenge and whether you know what it's going to be."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry frowned.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Of course he read it, Harry," Hermione said with a hint of irritation at his naïveté. "Besides the fact he's fucking Diktor, he is your best mate... I think."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>He is," Harry replied and saw the smirk on Neville's face from the corner of his eye.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">They talked about friends and the role they should play in each other's life. Neville let it be known he did not want to interfere with the relationships Harry built with other people. Harry tried to share his friends as much as his boyfriend wanted. Hermione sat down next to him.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You know he's jealous of you two," she told him.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Why?" Harry and Neville asked as the same and drew both of their attention.</span></span></span></p> <p> "'<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Cause he knows his relationship with Diktor probably won't survive much past the end of the school year. Diktor will go back to his life in Bulgaria and as a world-famous fappitch player, and Ron will go back to The Bunghole. They have to totally separate lives. You and Neville will see each other over the summer, and then pick it up at the start of the new school year. Ron will come back alone."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Told you," Neville muttered.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Least one of you is thinking outside of himself," she said and nudged Harry so hard with her shoulder he almost knocked Neville off the edge of the fountain retaining wall.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well there's not a lot I can do about him and Diktor, is there?" Harry complained and he nudged her in return. "I didn't tell Ron to fall in love with him. I never even told them to start dating, and they hid it for a while. This is on him, and not me."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>True, but Ron always had you to fall back on... or into... or whatever it is you two had going on with each other."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Told you," Neville repeated, and got rewarded with a frown from his boyfriend.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>And everyone knows you and Neville decided to go the `just me and you' route," Hermione stated in a scoffing manner as she glanced between the two teenager boys.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>We did not," Harry intoned, and he did not sound convincing to himself.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It doesn't matter if you said it aloud to one another, it's still a fact. Neville, you agree with me, right?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville looked up form his book with a suitably serious expression on his long face. He glanced between Harry and Hermione, but gave no indication what he thought. He cleared his throat once.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>We never discussed it," he replied.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Hermione's right hand balled into a fist and rose slightly from her lap.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>But I did assume we'd be exclusive with one another," Neville said in a rush. "There's still a lot I'm learning that Harry is showing me, and he's been around the block a few times, so I just thought he was giving it a rest for a while."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Around the block a few times? He's a bloody tour director," the brilliant and volatile young witch snapped.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Several people paused and looked at them, but found something else of interest when Hermione's gaze darted around the courtyard.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>And what's wrong with wanting to be just with Neville?" Harry half-complained and closed his book since it appeared the conversation would continue.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Nothing, except coming from you it's like hearing He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Fucked say he's decided on which gender to be. It's almost unnatural, Harry. You're the Boy-Who-Came in more than one sense, you know," Hermione grumbled.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You did get a round a fair bit," Neville added, and yet it did not sound condemning.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>A lot of us get around a fair bit, and that's perfectly natural. Just look at Dean! It's also perfectly natural to decide to try something different... to try and be a little different," Harry exclaimed at both of them. "And why is it all of sudden I'm the bad guy when it comes to Ron `cause he didn't think things through with Diktor?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I'm not saying that at all, Harry, so put a sock in it! I'm just telling you how this probably all fell together in Ron's head. Oh, I agree he's a prat when it comes to this topic, so don't bite my head off or I'll rip yours off," one of his best friends warned.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Sorry, sorry," he apologized and held up his hands as though he stood any chance of holding her back from a fit of anger. "Don't forget when he and Tony got together he cut everyone off from his body."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">That the relationship only last two and half months did not negate the fact Ron became monogamous for the duration. Harry caught Hermione and Neville eyeing one another. He knew he caught them on that point.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Hermione, what is it your really trying to tell me? And if it's that me and Neville should behave differently, you know what I'm going to say," Harry decided really throw the topic open.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>No, I wasn't going to tell you that, and, yes, I know what you'd say to me," Hermione rejoined and glared at him for a moment. "I think I'm trying to warn you Ron might be a little peevish and why. I heard him say he's happy for you, but... I don't think he understands how you two came together. None us do, really."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry was nice to me, and you know I've been sweet on him since the first day," Neville plainly stated the truth of his position that everyone knew.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Neville doesn't treatment like the Boy-Who-Came. He kind and handsome and he's helped me out quite a bit when other people wouldn't," Harry answered, and part of his response made Hermione wince a small amount.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>We all know it's genuine, but it..." and the smart young woman paused while looking at them.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Didn't seem possible or logical?" He finished for her.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Not that, more like an option no one really considered before."</span></span></span></p> <p> "'<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Cause people thought I was a breeder," Neville said, and his voiced sounded lower.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Hermione looked away.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I'm not, you know, and Harry seemed about the only one who didn't really believe it."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Plus we wanked together so much."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span>"</span><span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yeah, made a right big mess a four or five... dozen</span></span></span></span><span> </span><span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>times."</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>All right, all right. I don't need to know the details, and I'm sorry, Neville," Hermione growled the words.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Besides, if you were going to pick someone for me, who would it be if not Neville?" Harry challenged.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Honestly? I seriously thought you and Diktor might get together. You're both in the tournament. You both play fappitch. You're both skeeters. His background is rough, not as rough as yours, but you both know hardship. It just seemed like you two would gravitate toward one another," she elucidated her answer without pause, and it meant she thought about the subject in the past.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>She makes a fair point, Harry," Neville said and did not sound aggrieved.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>He's handsome, I'll give you that, and he's been pretty decent to me, but... no, I'm not really attracted to him for a relationship. He's good at sex, but... I've always know sex is just that: sex. It doesn't tell you if you're really compatible with someone. Neville is a better for fit for me in almost every way," Harry thoughtfully replied because, like Hermione, he also thought about the subject at length.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Thanks, Harry," his boyfriend said through a grin.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You don't have to thank me for telling the truth."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ugh, you two!" Hermione groaned.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What? Jealous, too?" Harry prodded her.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Maybe a little. Sabine is great and all, but I know she won't think of me once she gets back to France. I'm in the same boat as Ron, but at least I'm aware and prepared for how it's going to end," she told him. "Don't let this go to your head, either of you or either head, but a lot of people are looking at you guys and feeling envious. We all saw it at the loch challenge when you saved Neville, Harry, and then he turned right around and saved you. That kiss told everyone everything."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry glanced at Neville and saw the teenager go flush. Harry knew he blushed as well. The relief he felt at allowing himself to admit his feelings toward Neville that day burned brightly in his mind. He twisted his fingers into Neville's and squeezed them.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>And ever since then, you two seem so... not just happy, but... content. That's the part that gets everybody's goat. We can't even tell if you're fucking `cause you two always act so calm around each other."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Look at Neville's face," Harry instructed her.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I know you're probably rutting like wild pigs, but every other couple sits in the hallways snogging `til a professor breaks them apart," she said and rolled her eyes. "I come out here to tell you Ron's got a note for you, and you boys are just sitting here reading. Sure, you're holding hands, but... reading!"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Don't worry, Hermione: he'll root me so hard and long later I won't be able to form proper words for the rest of the night."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry!" Neville gasped and nudged him with his elbow.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Am I lying?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>No, but... now I can't read."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span>"</span><span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Sickening. Just sickening. The great Harry Potter's been domesticated!" Hermione loudly complained.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry laughed and retorted: "Keep going like that and you'll turn into Elphaba, Hermione!"</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">She let out with a loud bark of laughter. Hermione stood while she continued to chortle and looked at them. Harry saw a peculiar light in her eyes, and her halo of bushy hair accentuated it.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What?" He prompted her.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I never thought this before about anyone, but I really hope it works out for you two. It sort of gives me hope that all of us might have a chance for something like this. Yes, I'm envious, but within reason."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Thanks, Hermione," Neville stated with obvious appreciation.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ugh, and he has to be so nice about everything!"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It's part of why I love him," Harry quietly added.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Hermione made a face like she might throw up. Harry and Neville both laughed as she stomped away in her usual fashion, and her heavy hobnail boots created mini peels of thunder. Neville squeezed his hand, and Harry glanced at him.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>So, uh, the reason I can't read..."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Greenhouse or bed?" Harry asked while standing.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What about both?" Neville suggested, and Harry started pulling him away before the last word came out of his mouth.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Later that afternoon Harry went to the Hufflepuff entrance located in the lower levels near the kitchen and waited. It did not take long before someone bedecked in brown and yellow eyed him with suspicion as he stood next to the barrels. Harry sighed in relief since he did not want to wait around for too long. Neville promised him another round after dinner.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Hi, Wayne, can you please tell Ass Cleft I got his note and I'd like to speak with him," Harry said to the house member.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What for?" Wayne Bostock, a second year, asked in apparent suspicion.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well, I can tell him later I politely asked you and you wouldn't help."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry knew the weaknesses of the various houses, just as all other houses knew the weaknesses of the Gryffindor members. Wayne looked momentarily panicked. Then he nodded his head.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Could you go stand over on the other side of the hall across from the kitchen door?" Wayne requested.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry complied and went to wait away from where he knew the Hufflepuff entrance lay hid. Wayne, a little shorter than him with hair about the same color, disappeared behind one of the large vinegar casks. Harry then heard a strange staccato rhythm followed by a soft grinding noise. Many people said the Hufflepuff's put up the best defense against infiltration of their house, and Harry started to believe it. He stood where asked and listened to the sounds slipping out from under the kitchen door. It sounded like either a multi-person jousting tourney took place or the house elves threw an all out fight. It seemed plausible the house elves always made such a clamor while preparing the evening meal for an entire school and a large number of guests.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry!" Diggory's voice called out a few minutes later.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry smiled at his friend and fellow competitor. Over the months in which he engaged with Ass Cleft, he felt as though they did develop an honest friendship. A loud bang and clang rang out from behind the kitchen door.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Are they always this noisy and how do you stand it?" He asked as he moved toward his friend.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>We've got sound deadening spells inside our house. You should've been here for the kitchen riot of eighty-nine. The entire castle heard it `cept us," Ass Cleft said, and Harry noted the way he subtly lead him away from the entrance of his house.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>So... any guess as to the what they're going to put us through?" The young man inquired without any preamble.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ass cleft dressed in the standard Snogwarts uniform of black pants, white shirt, a tie in house colors, and house color sweater. However, they clung tightly to Cedric's body and accentuated all the best parts of his trim physique. His light brown hair, still mysteriously sun-streaked even though the weather kept them inside most of the time, rose and fell in alluring waves. The gray eyes lent him an unfathomable quality. Harry felt the crotch of his pants grow tight. He knew what lay under the clothes and what the elder teenager could do with his assets.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Not really, but it has to be something more intense than the first or second challenge," he replied. "Plus it will be timed again... or at least our earlier times will come into play."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Probably, but how? That's what I want to know," Ass Cleft quipped.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">He then reached down and casually rearranged his male parts. Harry saw them outlined, and memories of their encounter in the prefect's bathroom with Diktor Kum flooded through his brain. His pants began to tent outward, and he saw the Hufflepuff take at look at it.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Any idea where they might hold the last challenge?" The tall young man asked and continued to fondle himself through his pants.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Um... ah... maybe... don't know," Harry stammered as he watched the outline grow in size behind the long-fingered hand. "I... um... not the, ah, Perverted Forest or, um, the loch again."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>No, probably not," Ass Cleft smoothly said while his fingers lazily traced along the full bulge in his pants. "Could it be in the castle?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Where?" The younger of the two teenagers asked as his throat went dry while gazing outline of the cock he once sucked and that reamed his butthole so wonderfully.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Diggory spun in a small circle as he looked around. Even though he did not intend it, his profile came close to making Harry sputter and forget about the fact Neville would be waiting for him that night. The image of a naked Neville stretched out on his bed reading a book and talking about the latest flora that captured his attention went a long way in calming Harry. He gradually realized he would rather bath in the emotional warm of his boyfriend than luxuriate under the sumptuous beauty of the Hufflepuff prefect. However, seeing Ass Cleft in a state of arousal still fired up Harry's engines. It would happen to any normal person, he reasoned.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Must be going to take place outside," Ass Cleft said, and again his hand slid down to his rigid organ.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Maybe they'll have us run races `round the fappitch pitch," Harry humorously guessed.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Diggory, however, turned and looked at him with a single eyebrow arching up toward his perfect hairline.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Feel like going for a bit of walk, Harry?" Ass Cleft queried while his fingers drummed on the length of his shaft as he thought.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Bit as in little or as in a ways off?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Not far. Actually, pretty close by. You gave me an idea."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry looked at him in an expectant fashion.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>The fappitch pitch, silly. No one's used it all year `cause they called off the season, and haven't you noticed the way Hagrid's been wheeling around loads of soil and seeds and fertilizer?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Despite the occasional visit to his massive friend, Harry spent more time worrying about the challenges and falling in love with Neville to consider the comings and goings of the keeper of the grounds. Thus, Harry could not ignore the observation of the bright and handsome wizard.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yeah, all right, let's go for a stroll," he agreed a few seconds later.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Since they started on a lower level, it did not take long to reach the main entrance. A few students lounged around the stairs and wandered in and out of the great hall. Most sat studying books or notes. Despite everything else that occurred within the castle, it still served its primary purpose as an educational facility. Thus, hardly anyone watched as Harry and Ass Cleft walked past. When they exited the castle proper, Ass Cleft stopped and stared in the direction of the fappitch stadium.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Notice anything odd, Harry?" The absurdly handsome young man asked and pointed toward the one place that made the younger wizard feel in his element.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>N..." he began to reply, but then stopped. He stared at the quiescent sport facility. It seemed normal at first glance, but then he caught a strange fuzziness, a wobbliness around the image. "Did someone cast a glamour spell?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Let's go find out!" Ass Cleft declared, threw an arm around Harry's neck, and dragged him onward for a short ways down the main road. Fifteen meters later he appeared to want to turn, but then halted. "Well, what have we here?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry glanced down, and the companionable arm thrown across his shoulders made him feel something other than companionable. However, he forced himself to really look. A series of signs spaced along the edge of the road warned of a mud gnome infestation. Anyone who ever got bit by a gnome knew the bite to be painful and often led to an even more painful infection. It would serve as a very good reason to avoid going into the field.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Somebody put a lot of work into this camouflage glamour," Harry muttered as the gnome holes did not seem entirely inhabited.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Good eye. Probably Flitwick. I can't think of anyone else aside from Dumbledore who can charm such a large area."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Diggory gave him a tight squeeze, and Harry's pecker grew harder if at all possible. Not only did Ass Cleft look good, he smelled spectacular. Whatever cologne the older teenager wore nearly wove a spell. Of course, Harry thought, enhancing a fragrance would not be beyond the abilities of a skilled spellcaster like Ass Cleft. Harry fought to refocus his thoughts since they turned to stripping his friend naked and doing everything sexual he could imagine. Harry's imagination ran far and wide.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Let's get a closer look, huh?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The statement did not turn out to be a question. Ass Cleft continued to lead Harry forward, and he more or less willingly went into the field supposedly infested with nasty, wild little humanoids that could attack in a swarm. Harry's mind briefly flashed with memories of the Merscots. The two traveled no more than ten meters when they passed through the edge of the glamour. However, three meters past that they hit a magical barrier. The barrier did not obscure the view. Both boys gaped at what they saw.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Hagrid," they said in unison as they gazed a the largest hedgerow Harry ever saw.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It's a maze," Ass Cleft whispered.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>How can you tell?" I can't see a path anywhere down below. It just looks solid to me," Harry rejoined.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>That's how I know it's a maze. Besides, ever see the one at Longleat's? This reminds me of it. Flitwick cast another glamour spell over it so we can't make out the configuration. See how it shifts and gets fuzzy?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>His friend pulled him in close and pointed. Harry forced his mind away from the virulently lewd thoughts trying to take center stage and cast his gaze outward. Just as Ass Cleft stated, the top surface of the immense hedgerow did not look the same for more than three seconds. It made his eyes water to stare at it for too long. The density and size of the hedgerows made him nervous.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>We have to complete a maze for the last challenge," he said to himself as his nose drank in the scent of his friend.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Something tells me this isn't any ordinary maze, not if Dumbledore had anything to do with it," Ass cleft quietly remarked. At the same time his hand began to gently massage Harry's left pectoral. "He must have planned this from the start `cause it would take a half a century to grow something like this."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Um... uh... unless they, um, got M-Madam S-Sprout to, ah, help," Harry stammered out his reply. "N-Neville's been d-d-doing most of the p-preparatory work for her all y-year."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Are you cold, Harry?" Diggory inquired as his fingers deftly toyed with Harry's nipple.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">It became too much. Harry slipped out from the inviting and warm arm. He stared longingly at the handsome face that looked confused. Half of his brain urged him to pin Ass Cleft to the ground and do a number of salacious thing he never got to attempt in the prefect's bathroom.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry?" His friend asked in a concerned.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You are so good looking," Harry burbled and felt his face heat. "And I want you so bad right now!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ass Cleft flashed him an even more inviting smile and his left hand returned to the bulge in his pants.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>But I can't, Cedric. Oh, gods, I want to... I so, so, so want to, but Neville. We, um, sort of agreed to be with just each other for a while."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Oh, right. So it is true: you and him have gone monogamous," Ass Cleft said and nodded his head. "I'm not surprised knowing you. You're kind and loyal, Harry. I admire that. So it's going good with Neville."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I think I've fallen completely in love with him, and that's why I can't do anything with you even through my head is telling me to show you the stuff we missed in the bathroom. I couldn't do that to Neville."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ass Cleft leaned forward and kissed Harry on the his right left cheek. Harry want to cram his tongue down Diggory's throat until he could taste the young man's asshole. The small show of friendly, simple affection left Harry shaking.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Neville must be the luckiest boy in Hogwarts to land you. If it weren't for me and Roger, I'd've made a serious go for you after the first challenge... and especially after our little party with Diktor in the prefect's bathroom. I've had more than few wet dreams over that," Ass Cleft said in a rather sentimental manner.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry's mouth fell slightly open to hear Diggory considered him for a relationship. He stored that knowledge and realize he could never tell anyone, especially Neville or Ron. Of course, he could not tell Séamus unless he wanted everyone to know. Harry's sense of lust and want battled with his sense of dedication and loyalty. The later defeated the former through a series of complicated tricks.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You have no idea what that means to me, Cedric. You are everything any guy could ever want in a person," Harry mumbled.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Except I'm not what you found in Neville," Ass Cleft rejoined.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry opened his mouth to reply, and he found no words. His brain told him Diggory spoke an incredibly complex truth. Neville fulfilled something in Harry he discovered gone missing for almost all his life. His head started to bob.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Neville doesn't care that I'm the Boy-Who-Came. He doesn't care that I'm </span></span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><i><span>the</span></i></span></span><span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span> </span></span></span></span><span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Harry Potter. We make each other feel good about who we are. I'm</span></span></span></span></span><span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span> </span></span></span></span><span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>safe with him, and I pretty sure he feels the same way about me," Harry tried to explain even the tiniest bit of what he felt and thought regarding Neville.</span></span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>And I'm fairly certain I'm feeling pretty jealous right now. I love Roger, and I think he loves me, but what I hear you saying is something really different. Not sure I've heard more than three other people every say anything like that, and two are my father and his man. What you found is really special, Harry, and I hope you realize it," his friend in such a serious tone Harry worried he somehow offended him.</span></span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>I do. It helps to get reminders from people I trust," he responded.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ass Cleft's face lit up as he spoke the last part of the statement.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Yeah, I do trust you. You've more than proved yourself to me. Right now is a good example, Cedric."</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Thanks, Harry, that means a lot to me," the young man said through his smile. "And you're one of the few people who actually says my first name right."</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Hermione beat the correct pronunciation into me."</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Diggory snickered.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>No, I'm serious. Starting in our first year, each time we said the name of someone wrong, mainly hers, but other people's, too, she'd punch me and Ron in the stomach. Spent half my first year completely winded because of Hermione," Harry told the older teenager the true story.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Well, tell her I owe her one," Ass Cleft said through a chuckle.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>You really want to owe her one?"</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The two regarded one another for a moment. Harry knew the tales about Hermione spread throughout the school, and more than enough people wore bruises from her to testify to what she could do. Diggory began to frown a bit.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Ah, maybe not," Ass Cleft finally said the sensible thing.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Good, because she charges a steep price," Harry concluded that topic. "Think we should go find Diktor and Foul and tell them what we found out?"</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>I was just thinking that as well," his friend rumbled. "One last thing: if you and Neville ever get to the point where maybe it'd be okay to slip a third party into your time together for even a few minutes, could you maybe add me to the list."</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>You're already at the top, Cedric. All ready at the top," Harry replied, and he meant it. He planned to broach the subject with Neville as soon as he felt it might be appropriate.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The two teenagers then turned and left the exceedingly intricate magic behind them to go find their tournament counterparts with very important news. As they did, Harry felt more certain than ever his friendship with Cedric Diggory became even tighter. If possible, his brain began to debate who would actually receive the top spot on the list should he and Neville decide playing with a third would be fun: Ron or Cedric.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">As night cloaked Snogwarts and Harry returned from the stables where the three younger male contestants met the female contestant, he slipped into the dorm room to find Séamus already asleep since he picked up a spring faun cold. Harry already knew where Ron would be secluded with Diktor until he ran the risk of violating curfew. Dean, as usual, would arrive well after Ron. None of them ever figured out how the dark-skinned teenager got away with it, and Dean refused to tell.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>You look concerned," Neville said when Harry sidled next to the bed.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Before he could say anything, Neville reached up, grabbed Harry's jacket, and pulled the Bi-Wizard Tournament champion to him. The kiss Harry received stilled some last lingering doubts in his head. When it ended, he wasted no time in stripping off all his clothes and sliding naked into Neville's bed. To his delight and surprise, his boyfriend only wore a tee-shirt. Harry pressed his naked body against Neville's.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Harry, what's wrong?" The somewhat taller young man said as he moved over to make room, although Harry remained all but glued to him.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>It's a maze. It's a gigantic, scary-looking maze, and we can't figure out how it's configured or what else might be in it," Harry explained in a rush.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Charmed? Obscurio or glamour?"</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Ass Cleft thinks Flitwick put a glamour charm in it."</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>You'll never break it," Neville murmured. "What's on your mind, Harry? You're usually pretty talkative about the challenges."</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">A small conflict continued to wage in him, so he followed the rule they put in place about telling the truth and said: "Diggory wanted to know if you and me wanted to entertain a third in bed."</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">His boyfriend's mouth became slightly ajar.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>I told him no. I said it was just me and you for a good long while so we can really get to know what each other likes."</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>I hope you didn't say it was forever," Neville mumbled.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Wait! Are you saying you might be interested?" Harry asked and did his best not to sound excited.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Not right away, but... it's Diggory, Harry, and you know I liked to toss one off listening to what happened between you two and Diktor."</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">A smile slowly grew on Harry's face.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>I thought you'd ask about Ron first, so... Ass Cleft, huh? Really?" Neville said and sounded a bit confused.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>So you'd be fine with Ron, too?"</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>I don't know. Not sure I'm up for getting plugged by him. If his willy gets any bigger, he might have to list it as a weapon."</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>It's a good sized one, but not that big," Harry lightly chided his boyfriend. "Now Kenny Towler is a monster! Ever see him naked or with a stiffy?"</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville shook his and looked worried.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Doesn't matter, though. Right now it's just me and you. I don't want it any other way," he confidently told his boyfriend since he resisted the temptation with Cedric. "I liked what you said to Hermione down in the courtyard today."</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Which part?" Neville queried.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>All of it, I guess. I know we're still new at this relationship stuff, but it already feels like it's working out like it should... and I don't even know what to expect."</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Neither do I. Sometimes it scares me because I think it's going to end and I won't know why."</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Well, we need to work to make sure it doesn't end. I get the feeling this is going to last a long time. I don't know why," Harry told him.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville kissed the side of his head.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>It's stupid of me to say this `cause maybe I'm too young, but I do love you, Neville. I'm in love with you... who you are. What you are. And I really just like you a lot, too."</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">A show of strength took Harry by surprise, and he suddenly found himself lying on top of Neville. Harry loved it when his boyfriend acted in a decisive manner because, while not infrequent, Neville did not like to impose his will on anyone. He suffered from that type of treatment most of his life and, thus, avoided doing the same. Harry looked into the depths of Neville's eyes. While he did not fully believe one could discern anything of another person in such a manner, he found his boyfriend's blue eyes to be very expressive. At the moment he saw so much he could not decide exactly what came first.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>It's never stupid for you to say you love me. I want to tell you ever day, sometimes every hour, how much I love you... how much you mean to me," Neville responded and sounded almost angry. "That day of the second challenge changed my life, Harry. You changed it. I was already in love with you before they came and took me and put me in that box. I was the only one who smiled when they took us to the loch `cause I knew what it meant."</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry pulled himself forward so he could kiss Neville. His erection slid against the side of Neville's. Few would ever guess the depth of passion contained in the shy teenager. On more than one occasion Neville pushed Harry to the point of joyful exhaustion as they physically expressed their emotions to one another. Thus, as he soundly kissed the boy he loved, Harry began to gently move his hips back and forth. Neville's hands crept downward under the blanket and clasped his buttocks. He kneaded and pulled them apart. It switched Harry's motor from neutral to drive with the accelerator pedal pushed to the floor.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>You know this marks every night for over three weeks?" Neville whispered into to his mouth.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>So you're saying we should stop? I mean, we did do it this afternoon," Harry questioned.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Um... I ready for more if you are!"</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry answered the only way he could: he slid down beneath the covers. The blanket got hooked on his shoulder and got pulled down. Harry understood Neville's modesty, but sometimes it got in the way of the real fun. As he reached Neville's crotch, his boyfriend did not try to replace the covers. After their first anal session, Harry discovered just how much Neville liked to watch. The shy young man spent over three years as a voyeur secretly witnessing the sexual games and trysts of his roommates. Harry got told stories of events he could not recall because they seemed average and unworthy of note in his estimation. Neville watched it all, and told Harry he spent hours secretly masturbating. Thus, when Harry started the across-the-room wanking with Neville, he unwittingly tapped into a powerful part of his boyfriend's mind. Thus, Neville liked to watch when they engaged in sex.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">After gobbling up Neville's perfect piece of turgid meat, at least in Harry's estimation, hands ran through his perpetually messy black hair. The shy teenager also began to wage a losing war against Harry's hair in trying to tame it or make do what he wanted. Hence, causing it to become further mussed became a signal in their budding rituals. It meant Neville would loosen his self-control and let the action lead. Harry applied himself to pleasuring his boyfriend. It only took five minutes before Neville swung around so he could do the same to Harry. The first moments of their emerging sexual relationship in the greenhouse showed both boys enjoyed both giving and receiving fellatio. Moreover, Neville's skill level grew considerably in a short amount of time. His studiousness paid of handsomely.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Somehow in Nevillle's earnestness he crawled onto this hands and knees in order to slide his rigid tonker in and out of Harry's mouth while his own head went up and down like a bobber with a fish hooked below. It allowed Harry to simply lay on the bed and enjoy the best of both worlds with very little effort. Neville took over without any opposition. As he marveled at the growing confidence in his boyfriend's satisfying his needs and wants, Harry realized it turned him on to no end. His hips began to thrash about while Neville kept his face impaled on Harry's erection. The head of Neville's dick slid around Harry's the top of Harry's throat. A heap of minutes flew by as the moment of release drew closer and closer.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Gah, Neville," Harry groaned around the cock in his mouth as the semen exploded out of him.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">His body flailed about. The pecker on which Harry dined grew increasingly harder as Neville gulped down the juice flowing into his maw. Balls than once bounced on Harry's chin lay safely nestled next to the stiff shaft as Neville's climax neared. Without knowing what his boyfriend intended or why. Neville suddenly lifted his hips. As his did so, he went off like a rocket. A thick rope of spunk burst of out of the swollen head. It splattered across Harry's face, but some landed in his mouth. A second volley also drenched the cheek of the marked wizard. More drops popped out and landed everywhere. </span></span> </p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Shit, Harry, sorry," Neville panted as his orgasm ebbed.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Why? That was fun. I like getting messy," Harry breathlessly rejoined.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Fucking hell, wicked," a third voice joined them in a growl.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ron sat on his bed, cock in hand that spat out sperm, and grunted while a huge smile crossed his face. Harry looked up at Neville. Neville bowed his head down, at first with a panicked expression, but then he began to laugh. They glanced over at Ron who continued to milk his spewing organ. The boyfriends began to laugh even more. 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Harry Potter and the Loo of Desire Chapter 12 This work is a parody of J.K Rowling's Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, and it is not endorsed by either J.K. Rowling or her publishers. As a parody, this work is protected under the Fair Use Doctrine. The characterizations in this work deviate significantly from the original, and this does not imply these characterizations exist in the original work. The author received no financial compensation or endorsements for the production of this work. All characters in this story are fictional. This story depicts sexual acts between consenting minor males. This story is meant for entertainment purposes only and in no way reflects reality. Please be aware of local laws or ordinances that may prohibit the reading of such material. Comments regarding the story may be sent to dricshae(at)gmail(dot)com Please support Nifty with donations if able. DONATE HERE (A Parody) Chapter 12: Gone Fishing or Something Like That Time plays tricks on people. Harry thought three weeks gave him more than enough time to sort out the details of his plan for the challenge. However, the days sped by. Even when asked by Ass Cleft, Diktor, and even Foul if he devised a scheme, Harry did not divulge his plan. As Diktor reminded him several times, they remained competitors and Harry felt he worked too hard to find his solution. However, he left many of the actual operational elements until the last minute. Thus Harry found himself late the night before the challenge swimming around in very cold water near the dock where the challenge would commence. He hid two of the sound balloons in a place where he felt certain no one would notice and prayed he would be able to find them the next day. The frantic excursion also forced him to consider other aspects he failed to take into account. Extremely early on the day of the challenge Neville woke him, and nearly scared the life out of him. His friend pressed a small jar into his hand. With his mouth pressed against Harry's ear, he whispered. "Read about this in one of the books Goo-eye gave me. Put it in you swimming trunks' pocket and eat it in the water. It's called fishface lace, and it'll help you breathe underwater," Neville told him. "I think I took enough to give you an hour or so... maybe two at best. It was only a guess, so complete the task as fast as you can." "Core, Neville, you're a lifesaver... again," Harry breathed in relief since it removed one very serious obstacle. "Good luck," his friend said and gave Harry a kiss on his left temple. Harry got an instant erection and his heart started to flutter. Neville slipped away from his bed before he could be properly thanked. The very dim light creeping into the room spoke of the early hour. He heard Neville's bed squeak as the teenager returned to it. Harry wanted nothing more than to crawl over, climb in as well, and show Neville proper gratitude. However, his eyes closed and sleep pounced on him. Madness surrounded Harry when he officially rose. His roommates to a man got dressed and raced down to the great hall. Harry took his time. He slipped on his still-damp swimming trunks, loaded the precious jar filled with a gray, fern-like plant. He also slipped on a pair of his fappitch training sweat pants to keep his legs warm. Then he added his fappitch jumper over the tee-shirt he planned to wear in the water. After slipping into a pair of trainers and sliding his wand into the waistband of his trunks, he headed down to the great hall. Before he made it inside, Harry got hauled to the room where the champions proved they solved the riddle of the dragon butt-plug. "There are still preparations to be made which you cannot know about," Barty Crouch told them when they assembled at a table. "The house elves charmed this table so all you have to do is tell it what you want to eat." Harry, Ass Cleft, Diktor, and Foul glanced at one another. Each verbally identified what they wanted for breakfast, and seconds later it appeared before them. Harry opted for a big bowl of porridge with sweetening since he often ate it before a fappitch match and it sustained him. Diktor, likewise, chose a bowl of muesli. Ass Cleft and Foul got a standard breakfast of eggs, sausage, toast, and fried potatoes. However, they changed their order when they observed Harry and Diktor's selection. "A fappitch player would know," Ass Cleft mumbled. Barty Crouch remained in the room with them. Outside they could hear students talking loudly and even yelling to each other. It seemed to clash with the St. Valentine's Day decorations adorning the castle. While not widely celebrated in the wizarding world, the school kept up the tradition for the sake of the muggle students. Once more Harry found it rather cheesy the tournament committee used the day when a line of the riddle spoke of one's heart's desire. The champions ate in silence, glancing at one another on occasion, and listened to the hubbub in the hallway. "Harry, what do you do for this challenge?" Diktor asked and seemed perturbed by the lack of conversation. "Well, that's where cooperation ends, Diktor. Like you keep telling me: we're ultimately still opponents in this contest," Harry answered. "Oh, nice one, Potter," Ass Cleft said through a smirk. "The boy learns," Diktor rumbled. Within a half an hour everything quieted down. The tower struck nine bells, and Crouch stood. "To the docks," he instructed the champions. The five of them exited the room. The castle seemed deserted. Even the ghosts did not appear anywhere. The group walked through the grand foyer to the front doors. Although Harry and Ass Cleft knew where to go, Crouch continued to lead them. The wended their way down the side of the rocky prominence on which Snogwarts hunkered. Down below they could see the docks where the Spurmstung ship berthed. Halfway down the dock, before reaching the great, black Spurmstung vessel, a set of stands stood. It swayed from the bodies that packed the bleachers. Before it rested a small dais whereon the tournament committee waited. At the very edge of the dock Harry saw four circles with numbers painted in them. It became clear the circles indicated the champions positions. Harry got placed in the first, Diktor the second, Foul stood in the third, and Ass Cleft occupied the fourth. The order coincided with their rank coming out of the first challenge. Barty Crouch stood before them, then pointed his wand at his throat and mumbled. "All right, he we are at the second challenge," the man's highly amplified voice boomed over them. "As you probably surmised, this is search and find task. As you can see by the magical barrier, that is the area where something dear to you is hidden. Your job is to find it and return to the surface as fast as you can." Harry glanced at the water. Stretching out as least three-quarters of kilometer into the loch he could see the shimmering bright blue barriers that defined the game area. Given the depth of the body of water, it presented a sizable playing field. He became nervous as he wondered if Neville gave him enough of the plant for a sustained search. "Please be advised that your heart's desire will be lost to you forever should you fail to locate it," Crouch added in a dire tone. "Five minutes before the start. Please prepare." All of the contestants stripped off their warm attire, and Harry included his glasses. Harry glanced to the side. Ass Cleft wore a skin-tight pair of purple racing-style trunks that perfectly outlined all of his fine assets. Harry felt his pecker throb in reaction. Diktor wore a set of trunks similar to Harry's, but of a much finer quality. Unlike Harry he did not wear a shirt, and his broad chest with nascent hair proudly stood out. Harry's organ swelled even more as he recalled the reward he received in the prefect's bathroom. Lastly Foul wore a pink, one-piece ensemble that barely contained either her breasts or buttocks. It looked as though she planned on stress-testing the seams of her swim suit. He pulled out his wand after adjusting his dick. "Constans temperatus aequabilis," Harry confidently spoke the spell he concocted for the contest. It took him several attempts to find the right combination that did not result in either burning or freezing him, and one that would last until he dispelled it. The other champions did the same. They stood in their respective circles looking at one another and at the crowd in the stands. Harry heard his name mixed in the chants of the other names. Picking Ron from the crowd proved easy since his hair acted as a beacon. It took him a little longer to find Hermione because she spent a majority of her time snogging with Sabine. Harry did not have time to find Neville. "Champions," Barty Crouch's voice rang out. "In one minute we begin. When we call your name you may enter the water. You will be called at the intervals between your first challenge times. Please note you must complete the task as fast as you can, and we recommend no more than two hours. Good luck." Harry steeled himself. He frowned because he never looked for any maps of the waters surrounding Snogwarts. It meant he would proceed in an environment of which he knew nothing. "Harry Potter!" Crouch bellowed his name. Harry jumped and plummeted three meters before hitting the water. As he fell, he jammed his hand into his trunks pocket. Once in the water, and he did not feel a temperature change, he pulled out the jar. The fishface lace started to float out when he unscrewed the lid, but he grabbed it and slurped it down. Between the grotesque loch water and the frilly but slimy feel of the lace, he thought he might vomit. Seconds later it got replaced by an incredible pain in his face and neck. Harry clutched at his cheeks while it felt as though someone tried to pull off his flesh. He could only describe the sensation in his neck as getting sliced to ribbons. He sank at the same time. Several minutes later the pain eased. While he got his bearings he heard Diktor's name called through the water. Harry could not stop himself when he opened his mouth and gulped in water. However, it did not pass into his stomach, but his neck instantly felt better. He could also breathe. Without understanding how the fishface lace operated, Harry began to swim toward the far end of the dock where he hid the sound balloons. He searched for the rock formation he memorized the night before. After a short time DelaCunt entered the water and swam away. After a minute of searching, and Harry admitted he felt weirdly comfortable in the water, he saw the pile of rocks and dove toward it. The sound balloons remained in place. He untied them from a rock protrusion, and then looped the rope around his chest and under each armpit. The sound balloons traveled at his back. Above him he heard Ass Cleft enter the water. Harry never considered that sunlight would not penetrate very far below the surface of the water. He floated along in a slightly green and murky world. Fish swam away from him. It took him a minute to orient himself. He thought perhaps the location of his heart's desire would be found somewhere in the middle or toward the far end of the contest area. He started swimming in an east by northeast direction. The further down he went, the dimmer the light became. A new aspect puzzled him: he could see just fine under the water, and he did not even wear his glasses. Thus, he got a better view than he expected. The lock bottom, some ten meters below the surface, more or less leveled off although it continued to descend at a mild angle. Tall stands of seaweed, a form of freshwater lake kelp, grew like small forests from the muck below. Harry tried to swim around the seaweeds, but found it created a sort of wall following along the coastline. It meant he would need to swim through it some point. Since time became essential, and Harry knew he could spare none, he realigned himself along his original trajectory and headed into the kelp bed. It felt closed off and a little frightening. Inside the kelp strands a wide assort of fish tried to get out of his way. Some of the catfish clawed at him. A pike with teeth like spearheads gnashed, and Harry avoided it. A small school of trout did not seem bothered by his presence and continued to slink amid the seaweeds. As one point the kelp opened up, and Harry saw several pollocks drawing random lines in the sand in random patterns. He did not think much of it, but discovered he could see further if he followed along the bottom of the loch. A pike chased him for a bit, but veered off when a herd of freshwater seahorse stampeded between them. Mostly he traveled undisturbed through the murky demesne. Harry's otherwise uneventful trip through the water changed when he thought he grabbed a hold of a sunken log only to find a water snake suddenly coiling around him. With a body half the thickness of his thigh and length long enough to wrap around all of his legs and lower torso, no one needed to tell Harry he faced trouble. The head of the snake turned toward him and tried to bite his face. Harry punched at it with all his might, but the density of the water slowed his attack. Reaching for his wand proved incredibly difficult because of the snake's coils. He and the creature wound up rolling over the bottom of the loch. The fight started to become desperate for Harry as the coils tried to slither higher up his body. Visibility decreased as he and snake kicked up a tremendous amount of silt. Finally, Harry realized he truly needed his wand. Thus, he wiggled his right arm into the coils of the serpent while punching with his left. The snake became increasingly more aggressive. It also squeezed tighter. Harry barely got his fingertips on the wand and pawed at it. Millimeter by millimeter it slipped into his hand. The head of snake continued to try and eat his face. Harry swung at it, sometimes hitting, but otherwise angering it more and more as it kept the creature from gnawing on his head. Moreover, his legs started to go numb from the increasing pressure of the coils. When at last the wand slipped into his hand, Harry yelled the incendio spell. A gout of flame burned a hole through his trunks pocket and scorched the side of his leg. It also cooked the snake in several places. The excruciating burn seemed a decent trade off for not getting crushed and eaten by a snake. The animal disappeared into the nearly black-out conditions. Harry swam in a direction and hoped for the best in order find cleaner water. His hips and leg throbbed with terrible pain. He grasped his wand with an iron grip and swung it back and forth around him. The young, injured wizard only paused when he found an opening in the seaweed and clearer water. Although he could not feel it in his lungs, Harry knew he panted like an overheated dog. He glanced down at his right side. From hip to knee on his right leg he saw a row of huge blisters and several spots of blackened flesh. Only being in water saved him from receiving more damage. Once certain he did not burn his leg completely off, Harry swam in a circle and tried to figure out his direction and possible location. He could deduce neither. In a strange manner the pain in his leg lent him a sense of calm and clarity. It also taught him a lesson about keeping his wand in hand. "Homenum revelio Merscots," Harry muttered, but he noticed bubbles did not emerge from his mouth. The wand dragged Harry's arm to his left, so he swam in that direction. The sound balloons remained safely connected and strapped around his chest. He began to list the creatures Hagrid taught that lived in the local waters. He knew kelpies might lurk, but he did not think they would reside anywhere near Merscots. The actual merpeople lived further up the loch, north of the castle. Hydras got driven from Scotland centuries before, as well as the dobhar-chú. Shellycoats, Harry recalled, still roamed some part of the loch, but he hope the Merscots kept them at bay. Finally, Harry acknowledged he went in search of one of the most fearsome water creatures to be found anywhere in Scotland. Ten minutes of swimming while following his wand took him into a different environment in the loch. The kelp forests thinned and ended. Fish and other aquatic beast became altogether scarce. Subconsciously Harry started to swim very close to the loch bottom and tried to avoid kicking up muck. Piles of rocks began to appear that did not seem natural. The formation seemed to mark territory. Farther ahead in the distance, Harry though he could see a light. He paused and scanned the area. The stillness and absence of all fish made him nervous. Although he calculated he spent around twenty minutes in the water, he remained motionless. Following two minutes or so of tense waiting, Harry felt a chill run through him as quartet of people, human from the lower waist up and fish-like from the same point down, swam by some six meters away. Billows of reddish hair surrounded their pale, broad faces with beards the same color on two of the beings. The females swam topless, and breasts that would make Hermione swoon bobbed in the water. Around their waists they wore kilts and skirts of a very specific tartan pattern of black, green, yellow, and red. Something like a sporran dangled from the men. Within the hands the Merscots spears and swords of rusted metal looked dark and menacing. Harry realized he never quite planned on the need to travel through Merscot infested areas. Somehow he believed he would simply come upon whatever object he needed to find. Foresight escaped him at inopportune times. Thus, he began to follow behind the patrol, as he assumed it to be, at what he hoped would be a safe distance. The Merscots did not appear to notice him. For several minutes he straggled behind the group as he contemplated what else he might do. The answer arrived in a poor fashion. Hands stronger than Diktor's suddenly grabbed Harry's arms and legs. A furry face popped up in front of his. Harry let out a yelp. It scowled and bared it's teeth. "'Oo bae da trooty fash wan slinkin' bee?" The Merscot yelled at him, and Harry could make out the words. "You can talk?" He muttered in surprise. "'Oo bae da trooty fash wha taeking nae troot?" They could talk, Harry discovered, but either the dialect or the language itself eluded him. A few words sounded familiar, but it mostly sounded like gibberish to him. He tried to blink, and found he could not. A brief stare down ensured, but the Merscot lost patience. "Hae da trooty fash o'er don ta hool! Nooh!" The Merscot hollered, and it seemed to be the default speaking mode. Faster than he thought possible, the Merscots holding him began to swim. The scenery whipped by as they dodged rocks and other debris littering the floor of the loch, including a small ship that looked at least a century old. Harry lost all sense of direction as the forced journey continued. The hands kept him in a crushing grip that cut off the flow of blood to his arms. However, he kept his wand tightly locked in his hand. It almost shocked him when the random rock formations gave way to a clearly planned community. The houses looked odd, made from rocks, water soaked logs, and other junk that fell to the bottom, but one could not deny the assemblages as structures. They took him to open area where some rocks covered with a bio-luminescent algae glowed an unusual green color. It made the Merscots swimming around appear even more otherworldly. "Weh foon a troot fash wha don slep in!" One of his captors loudly announced, and it puzzled Harry why the voices carried so clearly through the water. Several more Merscots approached them, and Harry could tell they scrutinized him. Each looked armed to the hilt. They all wore the same tartan kilt or skirt, but remained naked from the waste up. Powerful arms and chests, even on the women, created a surreal impression. As he glanced about, Harry thought they seemed ready for war. Of course, everything he read about the Merscots said they prepared for war at all times. "'E nae troot! `E dere wiz fra boove!" One of them, a female, exclaimed in a shout and simply confused Harry ever more. All of the faces grew still for a second, and then grew angry. They closed in on him. Harry began to imagine the worst as weapons started to get drawn. Even with his wand at the ready, he did not believe for one second he could win in a fight. Numbers gave the Merscots the advantage. "'E hae da boobies oon `e bach," a Merscot voice yelled. "Nae da boobies, `e da `e!" An apparent ranking Merscot shouted as he pushed through the gathering. "'Er loo-sae! Sae da boobies?" Harry craned his neck around to watch the Merscots. They stared at him. In a flash he remembered the sound balloons. He understood one word of the Merscots, and it seemed they mistook the balloons for misplaced breasts. Harry thought it funny, but laughter eluded him since he thought he might die any second. "Nae! Boobies nae nee da roop ta kee a-hol!" The leader roared. The balloons got roughly yanked away from Harry, and a new sense of panic started to brew in his brain. The lead Merscot, a fierce looking man if Harry ever saw a fish person, but not quite as homicidal-looking as the woman behind him, dangled the sound balloons in his face. "Nae boobies. Wha dee?" The Merscot yelled in his face. Harry shook his head in disbelief because he actually derived meaning from the Merscots words. "Hie!" The Merscot thundered and jingled the balloon again. "Um, My Ass Done Grown Wide on the Bounty of Thy Hearth in All the Months of the Year that Tarries and Passes as I Lay Weeping and Remembering All," Harry recited the title of the song he forced himself to memorize. He figured it would be useful in trivia games at some later time. One by one the Merscots turned and stared at him. Confusion appeared to ripple over hairy and non-hairy faces alike. He saw eyes narrow and a greater sense of threat brewed in the water. Grips tightened on weapons. "Sae gin!" The leader shouted, but not quite as loud. Harry thought they wanted him to repeat the title, so he did. The Merscots gaped at him when he finished. He tried to act composed. "'Ow?" "How is the song in there?" Harry repeated what he believed to be the entire question. The Merscot nodded. Harry glanced at his hands, then at the balloons, and said: "If you let my hands go, I can show you." The Merscot literally growled. "Do you really think I can get away from you? Huh? Other than my wand, do I look armed?" Several of the underwater people tipped their heads together. Harry heard a tense conversation, but the Merscot language, a garbled variant of Scottish English by his estimation, made it impossible for him to follow. However, many of the hand gestures spoke quite clearly to Harry, and he concluded a number of them wanted to cut off his head. His nerves continue to cause a squealing noise in his brain. "Angie, MacPha, seh `e freh un kep sard on `e," the leader bellowed as his people. Harry could not believe it when they soldiers, he guessed them to be soldiers, released his arms. Blood started flowing back into his hands in a painful fashion. The Merscot held the sound balloons in front of Harry. He massaged his arms where the Merscots held him for a few seconds. "Nae wizzy wiz er nae heed. Ken?" The pale yet somehow ruddy half-man screamed in Harry's face. Harry nodded because he took the statements as a threat against his life. The term wizzy wiz implied an import context coupled with the fact the Merscot stared at his wand and appeared to understand what it could do. Harry slowly reached out to take the balloon from the Merscot. He also pocketed his wand in the pocket not burned to tatters. His right leg continued to howl with pain, yet it kept his mind sharp for some strange reason. However, that seemed inconsequential as Harry upended the sound balloon so the clever sealing clamp faced upward. Harry steeled himself as he prepared to unleash the awfulness contained in the balloon. "OH! BONNY LASS AND LAD OF MY HEART AND LOIN, THIS FEAST THIS DAY I GRANT TO THEE, AND NEVER WILT THOU OWE ME A COIN, SO EAT THY FILL AND BE FREE!" The words sounded like a horrendous gale under the water when Harry cracked open the seal. The terrible noise of the bladderpipes rolled like a tsunami across the underwater city as though ten thousands cows suffered cataclysmic gastrointestinal distress at one and the same moment. Harry slapped a hand over an ear to try and block the hideous song. However, he could not help but note how the Merscots to a person turned and faced him. Rather, they faced the sound balloon. Harry held it out, and the leader took it as if accepting the most precious gift in the world. To his further amazement, Merscots started swimming in from all directions, and they gathered around the one holding the balloon. Harry vomited from the mix of pain and song. His regurgitated porridge float gently in the water. The Merscots did not seem to care. Harry swam back a few feet, bumped into several of the underwater people, yet none stopped him. He darted upward. No eyes tracked his movements. He continued to swim away. In the distance to the far left of what he guessed to be the village square Harry clearly saw a commotion in the water. He swam toward it as Merscots swam in the opposite direction toward the ghastly tune. Harry got the fifth and sixth shocks of the morning after being attacked by a water snake, burning his leg, getting captured by the Merscots, and then seeing how much the song impacted them. Strange transparent rectangular boxes with obvious humanoid forms trapped within floated above the loch floor, and three of the weirdest creatures he could imagine swam at the boxes. Harry aimed for the contraptions. He saw what looked to be a half-human, half-angler fish struggling with one of the boxes. An ill-configured octopus or squid reached a second, and what appeared to be a completely solid jellyfish approached a third. A fourth went unattended. When Harry got closer, he saw each of the swimming beast wore recognizable swimming gear belonging to the other champions. Harry joined them, and they turned in apparent fright when he approached. "It's me, Harry," he said to them. Inside the jellyfish, or rather simply a big blob of hollowed out sea jelly, he saw Foul. The purple bikini-style trunks on the squid-thing obviously belonged to Ass Cleft, and that left Diktor as the grotesque angler fish person. They waved once, and returned to struggling with the boxes. Harry looked at them, and then a new rush of panic seized him. The boxes filled slowly with water, and Harry estimated only a half of the air space remained at the top. Ron swam in the one Diktor tried to open. Ass Cleft attended to box containing Roger Davies. A girl who looked remarkably like Foul tried to keep her head above water in the box the Boobbeatons attempt to release. Lastly, Neville Longbottom stood waist deep in water and looked highly concerned. Harry forgot all about the others and swam to Neville. "Harry!" Neville yelled when he got close. "Get me out of this thing!" Harry pulled out his wand, aimed it at the door, and incanted: "Alohamora!" Nothing happened. "It won't work. This trap is impervious to magic... somehow!" Neville yelled although his voice did not carry far. Harry swam away from the container and stared at it. He saw a chain connected to the bottom of the trap and to a weight on the loch floor kept the box from floating away. Seconds ticked by as Harry struggled to come up with a plan. He saw the other three champions fair no better, and neither Ass Cleft or Diktor appeared able to speak and, thus, cast spell. Foul seemed all but useless in her jelly bubble. Harry swam back to the box while Neville urged him to hurry. The youngest of the champions swam around the trap and inspected it. He spied the very tiny holes that allowed water to seep in at a slow rate that would ultimately flood the box and kill the captive. It gave Harry an idea. "Air spell!" Harry shouted at Neville "Increase the air pressure!" "No wand!" Neville replied and held up his empty hands. Harry damned Dumbledore for thinking so clearly in advance. He swam away and studied the situation again. Cedric, Diktor, and Foul made no more progress than he. Harry watched as they banged and beat against the contraption to no effect. In the background the appalling song continued to play. Harry estimated a third of it already assaulted their ears. He wondered how his three competitors managed ignore the sound. Since distance did not provide an answer, Harry returned to the box to see if any subtle means of releasing it from the weight existed. He found only a sturdy chain connected to the magic-resistant trap. He examined the bottom of the box and found the goblin maker marks that explained why it repelled magic. Frustrated, he started yanking on the chain to see if he could lift the weight. It exceeded his strength, but it gave him an idea. Once he secured his wand again, Harry aimed it at the weight, and said: "Reducto!" The weight shrank to half it's size, but still remained impossibly heavy when Harry tried to lift it. Someone again thought ahead. In a fit of anger, he pointed his wand at the chain in anger and repeated the spell. The chain snapped as it shrank in size. Neville's trap began to float upward a tiny amount. Harry got under it and started to push. Like the sound balloons. The amount of water in the box made it buoyantly neutral. It took a bit of effort, but Harry managed to move it up by two meters. When he looked down, he saw his three competitors gaping at him. Harry's sense of right and wrong took over. As much as he wanted to carry Neville to the surface, he realized it would leave three others to die in a watery trap. He gave Neville's box one more might heave to send it upward a short distance, and then swam down to the other boxes. Each chain took two shots of the spell to break. He released Ron first for being his best friend. Like Harry, Diktor got underneath and shoved the box with powerful kicks of his legs. Harry then freed the one containing Roger Davies. Ass Cleft immediately wrapped tentacles around it and began swimming toward the surface. Finally, Harry freed the one for Foul. How she managed to get her jelly bubble under the box stumped Harry, but it began to inflate and started to float upward. Harry then quickly returned to Neville's trap that floated almost back to the loch floor. With effort he got it moving again and aimed for the surface. As it rose, the box became a contrast it that it seemed heavier yet easier to move. Harry did not understand the physics behind it all and hoped he could get Neville to safety. The top of the container broke the surface, and Harry saw only a bare quarter of the box floated on the waves. Being out of the water caused a dull, throbbing pain to erupt in his neck, so he darted back under the surface. Since he knew the direction, Harry pressed his shoulders against the bottom of the trap and kicked with his legs. He managed to move slowly forward while keeping it from sinking. Inside he could hear Neville yelling encouragement to him, but the teenager's voice nearly got drowned out by the odious song of the Merscots that blasted through the water. It felt like a small eternity that Harry spent ferrying the trap with Neville in it back to the starting dock. He grew progressively weaker along the way, but refused to give up. Muscles ached from the strain, and he found it increasingly difficult to breathe. Fortunately, he could see the posts supporting the dock and the dark keel of Spurmstung ship in the near distance. Harry used what little strength remained to him to reach the dock. As soon as he crossed the magical barrier just in front of the jetty, the container on his back shuddered. Seconds later he felt a set of arms snag him from where he rested in the water gradually sinking to the bottom. Something got forced into his mouth. Pain the likes of which he experienced at the start of the challenge lanced through his face and neck. Harry batted at the hands holding him because he slowly felt like he began to drown. He got hauled to the surface where he gasped and sputtered. After a couple of minutes, the pain subsided and he could breathe easier and coughed several times. Somehow he started to float and left the water altogether. "In last place, Harry Potter who successfully retrieved Neville Longbottom!" A voice crackled through the air, and it seemed much better than listening to the Merscot song. Harry opened his eyes once the pain ceased, and he saw the blurry visage of Neville. The shy teenager placed his glasses on his face. The strange, wondrous smile he saw on the long features made him grin. "You saved me," Neville whispered loud enough to be heard over the cacophony. "You saved all of them." "I'll always save you, Neville," Harry replied amid the cheering that continued to roll from the stands. "Does this mean I'm you're heart's desire?" "It must... yeah, you are." Neville leaned his face down and planted his lips on Harry's. Harry raised his tired arms and wrapped them around the boy's neck. Around them people continue to wildly shout and yell at the completion of the challenge. Harry simply felt relieved no one died, and he could not care less he came in last place. However, the long kiss Neville bestowed on him made Harry feel like he won. As with the end of the first challenge, Harry wobbled in and out of consciousness as his body tried to recover from the ordeal. He knew people congratulated him, and he distinctly recalled Foul crying and thanking him. Diktor and Ass Cleft also offered him their thanks. After that, someone, and he suspected Neville, led him back to the castle where Madam Pomfrey took a turn with him, although it made him briefly pass out. He got carried to the dorm room. Harry did not even change out of his wet trunks as he crawled into bed and fell in to a fast slumber. His final thoughts centered on his survival and Neville's spectacular kiss. It seemed like ages that Harry slept, and rising from his torpor felt as much of a struggle as lifting heavy the trap from the depths of the loch. He slowly roused. Someone brushed hair from his face. Due to a habit borne of lifetime, Harry reached out to find his glasses. They got placed in hands and he put them on. When he turned his, he instantly saw the smiling face of Neville. He also realized the young man held onto him, and Harry could think of no better place to sleep at the moment. "What time...?" Harry groggily inquired. "Supper's in about an hour," Neville quietly told him. "You've slept almost six hours." "I'm so tired," he said, yawned, and snuggled deeper into Neville's arms. "Of course you are, Harry! Between the transformation, breaking all those chains underwater, and then getting me to safety, I'm surprised you're still not asleep." "Have you been here the whole time?" Neville nodded and grinned. "Bet you need to piss like a derby horse, `cause I know I do," Harry remarked and started to stretch. Something felt wrong and he flipped back the covers placed over him. Harry glanced down. He still wore his ruined swimming trunks, but then he saw only red marks on his leg where charred flesh resided not long ago. He lifted his face and stared at the young man who made his heart pound. "Madam Pomfrey wouldn't let me bring you up here `til she saw to your leg. She thought you'd were going to scream your head off when she got started, but you only passed out. Guess it worked out for the best," Neville explained. "Everyone's dying to hear what you did down there. Diktor, Ass Cleft, Foul can only tell them what you did when you got to the prison boxes." "Neville," Harry rejoined in a new sense of panic. "I'm so sorry they did this to you!" "I'm not. When they came and got me and told me I was the one you needed to free... Harry, I cried `cause I knew what it meant. All these weeks I waited for some sign from you..." Harry's chuckle interrupted him, and he said: "Same here. I was so afraid what we built up between us didn't mean what I wanted it to. I didn't want to ruin our friendship... lose just sitting alone in a room with you, Neville. It scared me, so I didn't say anything." "Aren't we a couple of right prats!" Neville chastised them both. "I swear I thought it was so obvious I fell in love with you. Dean and Ron and Séamus gave me hell about it, but I begged them not to say anything to you. I didn't want to mess up what we had, either." Only one part of what the young man said stuck in Harry's head and he asked: "You're really in love with me?" "Almost since that first time you caught me wanking. I've been fond of you since forever, but when you started to notice me this year... and I watched you go through everything, and you still made time for me even though you became a tournament champion. Then the dance, and how you came to me to help you think through this challenge..." "All right, Neville! All right: I believe you," Harry interjected himself in what might be a long stream-of-conscious answer. "I, ah, sort of really fell for you when we went to the Yuletide Dance. You were... such a gentleman the whole night." "Thought I was going to wet on myself when I asked you to go in the greenhouse. I so much wanted that night to be perfect," Neville said, but in less of a rush. "It was perfect. I still dream about it from time to time." They smirked at one another. Harry pouted his lips, and Neville gently kissed them. Several million thoughts ran through Harry's mind, most of them quite lascivious, but his body felt laggard. Neville's cheeks turned a bit red. "Harry, where do we go from here?" The shy teenager asked. "I don't know," Harry confessed. "Never really been in a relationship before." "But all those..." "Just a lot of sex, Neville. It was grand and all, but I never felt for any of the boys the way I feel for your right now. Maybe I'm starting to grow up a little." "Well, from what I've seen, you've grown up a lot and you know what to do with it!" Harry burst out laughing at the ripe innuendo inside of Neville's statement. After a few moments, Neville's face turned red and he glanced down. Harry did not see humor in the expression. "Neville, what?" He prodded. "You've been with all those guys, and I've seen how good you are at sex, but me... I've never been with anyone," and Neville sounded reluctant to say it. "I've just tossed off a lot watching you four." "Are you afraid you're not going to measure up to what I've done before?" Harry theorized in an instant. Neville's head bobbed once, and he would not look at Harry. "Don't be git, Neville." "I'm serious! You do all these great and wonderful and scary things, and what have I ever done? I'm boring!" Neville countered in a dry voice. "What have you ever done? Neville you treated me like no one ever treated me!" "How's that?" "Like I'm normal," Harry replied without hesitation. "Like I'm just some regular kid who wasn't marked by The Dork Lord... like I'm not the celebrity name to fear. You make me feel like Harry... just Harry... and it's the best feeling in the world!" Neville appeared very confused. "The best thing I love about what's between us is it never feels like you've got some hidden expectation for me. I've tried to do the same for you. I don't want you to act any different than you would any other day. Don't make the exception for me, Neville, because I don't want that. I just want whatever it is you can give me, and don't expect me to give you more than I can give you." "You really don't expect anything form me?" Neville blurted. "No, and that's great! Know why?" Neville shook his head. "'Cause then whatever you do give me is honest and real. You're not giving me anything because you think I want it. You give because you want to," he explained. "It took me a long time to realize how important that it. It's how I know the difference between the Dursleys and the Weasleys, and why I love the Weasleys so much more. Why I'm in love with you." The uniquely colored brown eyes still appeared puzzled. "Neville, don't worry about the sex. That's not what really makes a relationship from what I can see. Look at Dean? Every week it seems like he's dating someone new, and I don't think he knows what he's looking for to be honest." "Do you? I think I'm know what I want..." "Neville, we're just fourteen. I barely know what I want for breakfast tomorrow..." "Then how do you know what you want from me?" Neville asked in a worried tone. "You didn't hear what I said, Neville. All I want from you is whatever you want to give me. I can't ask for anything more than that, can I? And it's all you're going get from me," Harry neatly summarized what he already said. Neville regarded him for a moment and slowly started to nodded his head. After a few more moments of contemplation, he smiled. Harry hoped it meant what he thought it meant.
<div id="readability-content"><h1>Harry Potter and the Loo of Desire Chapter 12</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> <p> This work is a parody of J.K Rowling's <u>Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire</u>, and it is not endorsed by either J.K. Rowling or her publishers. As a parody, this work is protected under the Fair Use Doctrine. </p> <p> The characterizations in this work deviate significantly from the original, and this does not imply these characterizations exist in the original work. The author received no financial compensation or endorsements for the production of this work.</p> <p> All characters in this story are fictional. This story depicts sexual acts between consenting minor males. This story is meant for entertainment purposes only and in no way reflects reality. Please be aware of local laws or ordinances that may prohibit the reading of such material.</p> <p> Comments regarding the story may be sent to dricshae(at)gmail(dot)com</p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Please support Nifty with donations if able. <a href="http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html">DONATE HERE</a> </span></span></span> </p> <hr> <h3>(A Parody)</h3> <h3>Chapter 12: Gone Fishing or Something Like That</h3> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Time plays tricks on people. Harry thought three weeks gave him more than enough time to sort out the details of his plan for the challenge. However, the days sped by. Even when asked by Ass Cleft, Diktor, and even Foul if he devised a scheme, Harry did not divulge his plan. As Diktor reminded him several times, they remained competitors and Harry felt he worked too hard to find his solution. However, he left many of the actual operational elements until the last minute.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Thus Harry found himself late the night before the challenge swimming around in very cold water near the dock where the challenge would commence. He hid two of the sound balloons in a place where he felt certain no one would notice and prayed he would be able to find them the next day. The frantic excursion also forced him to consider other aspects he failed to take into account.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Extremely early on the day of the challenge Neville woke him, and nearly scared the life out of him. His friend pressed a small jar into his hand. With his mouth pressed against Harry's ear, he whispered.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Read about this in one of the books Goo-eye gave me. Put it in you swimming trunks' pocket and eat it in the water. It's called fishface lace, and it'll help you breathe underwater," Neville told him. "I think I took enough to give you an hour or so... maybe two at best. It was only a guess, so complete the task as fast as you can."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Core, Neville, you're a lifesaver... again," Harry breathed in relief since it removed one very serious obstacle.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Good luck," his friend said and gave Harry a kiss on his left temple.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry got an instant erection and his heart started to flutter. Neville slipped away from his bed before he could be properly thanked. The very dim light creeping into the room spoke of the early hour. He heard Neville's bed squeak as the teenager returned to it. Harry wanted nothing more than to crawl over, climb in as well, and show Neville proper gratitude. However, his eyes closed and sleep pounced on him.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Madness surrounded Harry when he officially rose. His roommates to a man got dressed and raced down to the great hall. Harry took his time. He slipped on his still-damp swimming trunks, loaded the precious jar filled with a gray, fern-like plant. He also slipped on a pair of his fappitch training sweat pants to keep his legs warm. Then he added his fappitch jumper over the tee-shirt he planned to wear in the water. After slipping into a pair of trainers and sliding his wand into the waistband of his trunks, he headed down to the great hall. Before he made it inside, Harry got hauled to the room where the champions proved they solved the riddle of the dragon butt-plug.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>There are still preparations to be made which you cannot know about," Barty Crouch told them when they assembled at a table. "The house elves charmed this table so all you have to do is tell it what you want to eat."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry, Ass Cleft, Diktor, and Foul glanced at one another. Each verbally identified what they wanted for breakfast, and seconds later it appeared before them. Harry opted for a big bowl of porridge with sweetening since he often ate it before a fappitch match and it sustained him. Diktor, likewise, chose a bowl of muesli. Ass Cleft and Foul got a standard breakfast of eggs, sausage, toast, and fried potatoes. However, they changed their order when they observed Harry and Diktor's selection.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>A fappitch player would know," Ass Cleft mumbled.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Barty Crouch remained in the room with them. Outside they could hear students talking loudly and even yelling to each other. It seemed to clash with the St. Valentine's Day decorations adorning the castle. While not widely celebrated in the wizarding world, the school kept up the tradition for the sake of the muggle students. Once more Harry found it rather cheesy the tournament committee used the day when a line of the riddle spoke of one's heart's desire. The champions ate in silence, glancing at one another on occasion, and listened to the hubbub in the hallway.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry, what do you do for this challenge?" Diktor asked and seemed perturbed by the lack of conversation.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well, that's where cooperation ends, Diktor. Like you keep telling me: we're ultimately still opponents in this contest," Harry answered.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Oh, nice one, Potter," Ass Cleft said through a smirk.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>The boy learns," Diktor rumbled.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Within a half an hour everything quieted down. The tower struck nine bells, and Crouch stood.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>To the docks," he instructed the champions.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The five of them exited the room. The castle seemed deserted. Even the ghosts did not appear anywhere. The group walked through the grand foyer to the front doors. Although Harry and Ass Cleft knew where to go, Crouch continued to lead them. The wended their way down the side of the rocky prominence on which Snogwarts hunkered. Down below they could see the docks where the Spurmstung ship berthed. Halfway down the dock, before reaching the great, black Spurmstung vessel, a set of stands stood. It swayed from the bodies that packed the bleachers. Before it rested a small dais whereon the tournament committee waited. At the very edge of the dock Harry saw four circles with numbers painted in them.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">It became clear the circles indicated the champions positions. Harry got placed in the first, Diktor the second, Foul stood in the third, and Ass Cleft occupied the fourth. The order coincided with their rank coming out of the first challenge. Barty Crouch stood before them, then pointed his wand at his throat and mumbled.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>All right, he we are at the second challenge," the man's highly amplified voice boomed over them. "As you probably surmised, this is search and find task. As you can see by the magical barrier, that is the area where something dear to you is hidden. Your job is to find it and return to the surface as fast as you can."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry glanced at the water. Stretching out as least three-quarters of kilometer into the loch he could see the shimmering bright blue barriers that defined the game area. Given the depth of the body of water, it presented a sizable playing field. He became nervous as he wondered if Neville gave him enough of the plant for a sustained search.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Please be advised that your heart's desire will be lost to you forever should you fail to locate it," Crouch added in a dire tone. "Five minutes before the start. Please prepare."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">All of the contestants stripped off their warm attire, and Harry included his glasses. Harry glanced to the side. Ass Cleft wore a skin-tight pair of purple racing-style trunks that perfectly outlined all of his fine assets. Harry felt his pecker throb in reaction. Diktor wore a set of trunks similar to Harry's, but of a much finer quality. Unlike Harry he did not wear a shirt, and his broad chest with nascent hair proudly stood out. Harry's organ swelled even more as he recalled the reward he received in the prefect's bathroom. Lastly Foul wore a pink, one-piece ensemble that barely contained either her breasts or buttocks. It looked as though she planned on stress-testing the seams of her swim suit. He pulled out his wand after adjusting his dick.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Constans temperatus aequabilis," Harry confidently spoke the spell he concocted for the contest. It took him several attempts to find the right combination that did not result in either burning or freezing him, and one that would last until he dispelled it.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The other champions did the same. They stood in their respective circles looking at one another and at the crowd in the stands. Harry heard his name mixed in the chants of the other names. Picking Ron from the crowd proved easy since his hair acted as a beacon. It took him a little longer to find Hermione because she spent a majority of her time snogging with Sabine. Harry did not have time to find Neville.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Champions," Barty Crouch's voice rang out. "In one minute we begin. When we</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>call your name you may enter the water. You will be called at</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>the intervals between your first challenge times. Please note you must complete the task as fast as you can, and we recommend no more than two hours. Good luck."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry steeled himself. He frowned because he never looked for any maps of the waters surrounding Snogwarts. It meant he would proceed in an environment of which he knew nothing.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry Potter!" Crouch bellowed his name.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry jumped and plummeted three meters before hitting the water. As he fell, he jammed his hand into his trunks pocket. Once in the water, and he did not feel a temperature change, he pulled out the jar. The fishface lace started to float out when he unscrewed the lid, but he grabbed it and slurped it down. Between the grotesque loch water and the frilly but slimy feel of the lace, he thought he might vomit. Seconds</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>later it got replaced by an incredible pain in his face and neck. Harry clutched at his cheeks</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>while it felt as though someone tried to pull off</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>his flesh. He could only describe the sensation in his neck as getting sliced to ribbons. He sank at the same time. Several minutes</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>later the pain</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>eased. While he got his bearings he heard Diktor's name called through the water. Harry could not stop himself when he opened his mouth and gulped in water. However, it did not pass into his</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>stomach, but his neck instantly felt better. He could also breathe.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Without understanding how the fishface lace operated, Harry began to swim toward the far end of the dock where he hid the sound balloons. He searched for the rock formation he memorized the night before. After a short</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>time DelaCunt</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>entered the water and swam away. After a minute of searching, and Harry admitted he felt weirdly comfortable in the water, he saw the pile of rocks</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>and dove toward it. The sound balloons remained in place. He untied them from a rock protrusion, and then looped the rope around his chest and under each armpit. The sound balloons traveled at his back. Above him he heard Ass Cleft enter the water.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry never considered that sunlight would not penetrate very far below the surface of the water. He floated along in a slightly green and murky world. Fish swam away from him. It took him a minute to orient himself. He thought perhaps the location of his heart's desire would be found somewhere in the middle or toward the far end of the contest</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>area. He started swimming in an east by northeast direction. The further down he went, the dimmer the light became. A new aspect puzzled him: he could see just fine under the water, and he did not even</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>wear his glasses. Thus, he got a better view than he expected.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>The lock bottom, some ten meters below the surface, more or less leveled off although it continued to descend at a mild angle. Tall stands of seaweed, a form of freshwater lake kelp, grew like small forests from the muck below. Harry tried to swim around the seaweeds, but found it created</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>a sort of wall following along the coastline. It meant he would need to swim through it some point. Since time became essential, and Harry knew he could spare none, he realigned himself along his original trajectory and headed into the kelp bed. It felt</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>closed off and a little frightening.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Inside the kelp strands a wide assort of fish tried to get out of his way. Some of the catfish clawed at him. A pike with teeth like spearheads gnashed, and Harry avoided it. A small school of trout did not seem bothered by his presence and continued to slink amid the seaweeds. As one point the kelp opened up, and Harry saw several pollocks drawing random lines in the sand in random patterns. He did not think much of it, but discovered he could see further if he followed along the bottom of the loch. A pike chased him for a bit, but veered off when a herd of freshwater seahorse stampeded between them. Mostly he traveled undisturbed through the murky demesne.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry's otherwise uneventful trip through the water changed when he thought he grabbed a hold of a sunken log only to find a water snake suddenly coiling around him. With a body half the thickness of his thigh and length long enough to wrap around all of his legs and lower torso, no one needed to tell Harry he faced trouble. The head of the snake turned toward him and tried to bite his face. Harry punched at it with all his might, but the density of the water slowed his attack. Reaching for his wand proved incredibly difficult because of the snake's coils. He and the creature wound up rolling over the bottom of the loch.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>The fight started to become desperate for Harry as the coils tried to slither higher up his body. Visibility decreased as he and snake kicked up a tremendous amount of silt. Finally, Harry realized he truly needed his wand. Thus, he wiggled his right arm into the coils of the serpent while punching with his left. The snake became increasingly more aggressive. It also squeezed tighter. Harry barely got his fingertips on the wand and pawed at it. Millimeter by millimeter it slipped into his hand. The head of snake continued to try and eat his face. Harry swung at it, sometimes hitting, but otherwise angering it more and more as it kept the creature from gnawing on his head. Moreover, his legs started to go numb from the increasing pressure of the coils.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">When at last the wand slipped into his hand, Harry yelled the incendio spell. A gout of flame burned a hole through his trunks pocket and scorched the side of his leg. It also cooked the snake in several places. The excruciating burn seemed a decent trade off for not getting crushed and eaten by a snake. The animal disappeared into the nearly black-out conditions. Harry swam in a direction and hoped for the best in order find cleaner water. His hips and leg throbbed with terrible pain. He grasped his wand with an iron grip and swung it back and forth around him. The young, injured wizard only paused when he found an opening in the seaweed and clearer water.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Although he could not feel it in his lungs, Harry knew he panted like an overheated dog. He glanced down at his right side. From hip to knee on his right leg he saw a row of huge blisters and several spots of blackened flesh. Only being in water saved him from receiving more damage. Once certain he did not burn his leg completely off, Harry swam in a circle and tried to figure out his direction and possible location. He could deduce neither. In a strange manner the pain in his leg lent him a sense of calm and clarity. It also taught him a lesson about keeping his wand in hand.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Homenum revelio Merscots," Harry muttered, but he noticed bubbles did not emerge from his mouth.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The wand dragged Harry's arm to his left, so he swam in that direction. The sound balloons remained safely connected and strapped around his chest. He began to list the creatures Hagrid taught that lived in the local waters. He knew kelpies might lurk, but he did not think they would reside anywhere near Merscots. The actual merpeople lived further up the loch, north of the castle. Hydras got driven from Scotland centuries before, as well as the dobhar-chú. Shellycoats, Harry recalled, still roamed some part of the loch, but he hope the Merscots kept them at bay. Finally, Harry acknowledged he went in search of one of the most fearsome water creatures to be found anywhere in Scotland.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ten minutes of swimming while following his wand took him into a different environment in the loch. The kelp forests thinned and ended. Fish and other aquatic beast became altogether scarce. Subconsciously Harry started to swim very close to the loch bottom and tried to avoid kicking up muck. Piles of rocks began to appear that</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>did not seem natural. The formation seemed to mark territory. Farther ahead in the distance, Harry though he could see a light. He paused and scanned the area. The stillness and absence of all fish made him nervous. Although he calculated he spent around twenty minutes in the water, he remained motionless.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Following two minutes or so of tense waiting, Harry felt a chill run through him as quartet of people, human from the lower waist up and fish-like from the same point down, swam by some six meters away. Billows of reddish hair surrounded their pale, broad faces with beards the same color on two of the beings. The females swam topless, and breasts that would make Hermione swoon bobbed in the water. Around their waists they wore kilts and skirts of a very specific tartan pattern of black, green, yellow, and red. Something like a sporran dangled from the men. Within the hands the Merscots spears and swords of rusted metal looked dark and menacing.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry realized he never quite planned on the need to travel through Merscot infested areas. Somehow he believed he would simply come upon whatever object he needed to find. Foresight escaped him at inopportune times. Thus, he began to follow behind the patrol, as he assumed it to be, at what he hoped would be a safe distance. The Merscots did not appear to notice him. For several minutes he straggled behind the group as he contemplated what else he might do. The answer arrived in a poor fashion.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Hands stronger than Diktor's suddenly grabbed Harry's arms and legs. A furry face popped up in front of his. Harry let out a yelp. It scowled and bared it's teeth.</span></span></p> <p> "'<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Oo bae da trooty fash wan slinkin' bee?" The Merscot yelled at him, and Harry could make out the words.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You can talk?" He muttered in surprise.</span></span></span></p> <p> "'<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Oo bae da trooty fash wha taeking nae troot?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">They could talk, Harry discovered, but either the dialect or the language itself eluded him. A few words sounded familiar, but it mostly sounded like gibberish to him. He tried to blink, and found he could not. A brief stare down ensured, but the Merscot lost patience.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Hae da trooty fash o'er don ta hool! Nooh!" The Merscot hollered, and it seemed to be the default speaking mode.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Faster than he thought possible, the Merscots holding him</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>began to swim. The scenery whipped by as they dodged rocks and other debris littering</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>the floor of the loch, including a small ship that looked at least a century old. Harry lost all sense of direction as the forced journey continued. The hands kept him in</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>a crushing grip that cut off the flow of blood to his arms. However, he kept his wand tightly locked in his hand. It almost shocked him when</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>the random rock formations gave way to a clearly planned community. The houses looked odd, made from rocks, water soaked logs, and other junk that fell to the bottom, but one could not deny the assemblages</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>as structures. They took him to open area where some rocks covered with a bio-luminescent algae glowed an unusual green color. It made the Merscots swimming around appear even more otherworldly.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Weh foon a troot fash wha don slep in!" One of his captors loudly announced, and it puzzled Harry why the voices carried so clearly through the water.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Several more Merscots approached them, and Harry could tell they scrutinized him. Each looked armed to the hilt. They all wore the same tartan kilt or skirt, but remained naked from the waste up. Powerful arms and chests, even on the women, created a surreal impression. As he glanced about, Harry thought they seemed ready for war. Of course, everything he read about the Merscots said they prepared for war at all times.</span></span></p> <p> "'<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>E nae troot! `E dere wiz fra boove!" One of them, a female, exclaimed in a shout and simply confused Harry ever more.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">All of the faces grew still for a second, and then grew angry. They closed in on him. Harry began to imagine the worst as weapons started to get drawn. Even with his wand at the ready, he did not believe for one second he could win in a fight. Numbers gave the Merscots the advantage.</span></span></p> <p> "'<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>E hae da boobies oon `e bach," a Merscot voice yelled.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Nae da boobies, `e da `e!" An apparent ranking Merscot shouted as he pushed through the gathering.</span></span></span></p> <p> "'<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Er loo-sae! Sae da boobies?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry craned his neck around to watch the Merscots. They stared at him. In a flash he remembered the sound balloons. He understood one word of the Merscots, and it seemed they mistook the balloons for misplaced breasts. Harry thought it funny, but laughter eluded him since he thought he might die any second.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Nae! Boobies nae nee da roop ta kee a-hol!" The leader roared.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The balloons got roughly yanked away from Harry, and a new sense of panic started to brew in his brain. The lead Merscot, a fierce looking man if Harry ever saw a fish person, but not quite as homicidal-looking as the woman behind him, dangled the sound balloons in his face.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Nae boobies. Wha dee?" The Merscot yelled in his face.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry shook his head in disbelief because he actually derived meaning from the Merscots words.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Hie!" The Merscot thundered and jingled the balloon again.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Um, </span></span></span><span><span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>My Ass Done</span></span></span></span></span></span><span><span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span> </span></span></span></span></span><span><span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Grown Wide on the Bounty of Thy Hearth in All the Months of the Year that Tarries and Passes as I Lay Weeping and Remembering All," Harry recited the title of the song he forced himself to memorize. He figured it would be useful in trivia games at some later time.</span></span></span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span><span>One by one the Merscots turned and stared at him. Confusion appeared to ripple over hairy and non-hairy faces</span></span></span><span><span> </span></span><span><span><span>alike. He saw eyes narrow and a greater sense of threat brewed in the water. Grips tightened on weapons.</span></span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Sae gin!" The leader shouted, but not quite as loud.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry thought they wanted him to repeat the title, so he did. The Merscots gaped at him when he finished. He tried to act composed.</span></span></p> <p> "'<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Ow?"</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>How is the song in there?" Harry repeated what he believed to be the entire question.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The Merscot nodded.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry glanced at his hands, then at the balloons, and said: "If you let my hands go, I can show you."</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The Merscot literally growled.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Do you really think I can get away from you? Huh? Other than my wand, do I look armed?"</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Several of the underwater people tipped their heads together. Harry heard a tense conversation, but the Merscot language, a garbled variant of Scottish English by his estimation, made it impossible for him to follow. However, many of the hand gestures spoke quite clearly to Harry, and he concluded a number of them wanted to cut off his head. His nerves continue to cause a squealing noise in his brain.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Angie, MacPha, seh `e freh un kep sard on `e," the leader bellowed as his people.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span><span>Harry could not believe it when they soldiers, he guessed them to be soldiers, released his arms. Blood started flowing back into his hands in a painful fashion. The Merscot held the sound balloons in front of Harry. He massaged his arms where the Merscots held him for a few seconds.</span></span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Nae wizzy wiz er nae heed. Ken?" The pale yet somehow ruddy half-man screamed in Harry's face.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span><span>Harry nodded because he took the statements as a threat against his life. The term wizzy wiz implied an import context coupled with the fact the Merscot stared at his wand and appeared to understand what it could do. Harry slowly reached out to take the balloon from the Merscot. He also pocketed his wand in the pocket not burned to tatters. His right leg continued to howl with pain, yet it kept his mind sharp for some strange reason. However, that seemed inconsequential as Harry upended the sound balloon so the clever sealing clamp faced upward. Harry steeled himself as he prepared to unleash the awfulness contained in the balloon.</span></span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span>"</span><span><span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>OH! BONNY LASS AND LAD OF MY HEART AND LOIN, THIS FEAST THIS DAY I GRANT TO THEE, AND NEVER WILT THOU OWE ME A</span></span></span></span></span></span><span><span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span> </span></span></span></span></span><span><span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>COIN, SO</span></span></span></span></span></span><span><span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span> </span></span></span></span></span><span><span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>EAT THY FILL AND BE FREE!"</span></span></span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span><span>The words sounded like a horrendous gale under the water when Harry cracked open the seal. The terrible noise</span></span></span><span><span> </span></span><span><span><span>of the bladderpipes rolled like a tsunami across the underwater city as though ten thousands cows suffered cataclysmic gastrointestinal distress at one and the same moment. Harry slapped a</span></span></span><span><span> </span></span><span><span><span>hand over an</span></span></span><span><span> </span></span><span><span><span>ear to try and block the hideous song. However, he could not help but note</span></span></span><span><span> </span></span><span><span><span>how the Merscots to a person turned and faced him. Rather, they faced the sound balloon. Harry held it out, and the leader took it as if accepting the most precious gift in the world. To his further amazement, Merscots started swimming in from</span></span></span><span><span> </span></span><span><span><span>all directions, and they gathered around the one holding the balloon.</span></span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span><span>Harry vomited from the mix of pain and song. His regurgitated porridge float gently in the water. The Merscots did not seem to care. Harry swam back a few feet, bumped into several of the underwater people, yet none stopped him. He darted upward. No eyes tracked his movements. He continued to swim away. In the distance to the far left of what he guessed to be the village square Harry clearly saw a commotion in the water. He swam toward it as Merscots swam in the opposite direction toward the ghastly tune. Harry got the fifth and sixth shocks of the morning after</span></span></span><span><span> </span></span><span><span><span>being attacked by a water snake, burning his leg, getting captured by the Merscots, and then seeing how much the song impacted them. Strange transparent rectangular boxes with obvious humanoid forms</span></span></span><span><span> </span></span><span><span><span>trapped within floated above</span></span></span><span><span> </span></span><span><span><span>the loch floor, and three of the weirdest creatures he could imagine swam at the boxes.</span></span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span><span>Harry aimed for the contraptions. He saw what looked to be a half-human, half-angler fish</span></span></span><span><span> </span></span><span><span><span>struggling with one of the boxes. An ill-configured octopus or</span></span></span><span><span> </span></span><span><span><span>squid reached a second, and what appeared to be a completely solid jellyfish approached a third. A fourth went unattended. When Harry got closer, he saw each of the swimming beast wore recognizable swimming gear belonging to the other champions. Harry joined them, and they turned in apparent fright when he approached.</span></span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>It's me, Harry," he said to them.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span><span>Inside the jellyfish, or rather simply a big blob of hollowed out sea jelly, he saw Foul. The purple bikini-style trunks on the squid-thing obviously belonged to Ass Cleft, and that left Diktor as the grotesque angler fish person. They waved once, and returned to struggling with the boxes. Harry looked at them, and then a new rush of panic seized him. The boxes filled slowly with water, and Harry estimated only a half</span></span></span><span><span> </span></span><span><span><span>of the air space remained at the top. Ron swam in the one Diktor tried to open. Ass Cleft attended to box containing Roger Davies. A girl who looked remarkably like Foul tried to keep her head above water in the box the Boobbeatons</span></span></span><span><span> </span></span><span><span><span>attempt to release. Lastly, Neville Longbottom stood waist</span></span></span><span><span> </span></span><span><span><span>deep in water and looked highly concerned. Harry forgot all about the others and swam to Neville.</span></span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Harry!" Neville yelled when he got close. "Get me out of this thing!"</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry pulled out his wand, aimed it at the door, and incanted: "Alohamora!"</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Nothing happened.</span></span></p> <p> <span>"</span><span><span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>It won't work. This trap is</span></span></span></span></span></span><span><span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span> </span></span></span></span></span><span><span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>impervious to magic... somehow!" Neville yelled although his voice did not carry far.</span></span></span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry swam away from the container and stared at it. He saw a chain connected to the bottom of the trap and to a weight on the loch floor kept the box from floating away. Seconds ticked by as Harry struggled to come up with a plan. He saw the other three champions fair no better, and neither Ass Cleft or Diktor appeared able to speak and, thus, cast spell. Foul seemed all but useless in her jelly bubble. Harry swam back to the box while Neville urged him to hurry. The youngest of the champions swam around the trap and inspected it. He spied the very tiny holes that allowed water to seep in at a slow rate that would ultimately flood the box and kill the captive. It gave Harry an idea.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Air spell!" Harry shouted at Neville "Increase the air pressure!"</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>No wand!" Neville replied and held up his empty hands.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span><span>Harry damned Dumbledore for thinking so clearly in advance. He swam away and studied the situation again. Cedric, Diktor, and Foul made no more progress than he. Harry watched as they banged and beat against the contraption to no effect. In the background the appalling song continued to play. Harry estimated a third of it already assaulted their ears. He wondered how his three competitors managed ignore the sound. Since distance did not provide an answer, Harry returned to the box to see if any subtle means of releasing it from the weight existed. He found only a sturdy chain connected to the magic-resistant trap. He examined the bottom of the box and found the goblin maker marks that explained why it repelled magic. Frustrated, he started yanking on the chain to see if he could lift the weight. It exceeded his strength, but it gave him an idea.</span></span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span><span>Once he secured his wand again, Harry aimed it at the weight, and said: "Reducto!"</span></span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The weight shrank to half it's size, but still remained impossibly heavy when Harry tried to lift it. Someone again thought ahead. In a fit of anger, he pointed his wand at the chain in anger and repeated the spell.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span><span>The chain snapped as it shrank in size. Neville's trap began to float upward a tiny amount. Harry got under it and started to push. Like the sound balloons. The amount of water in the box made it buoyantly neutral. It took a bit of effort, but Harry managed to move it up by two meters. When he looked down, he saw his three competitors gaping at him. Harry's sense</span></span></span><span><span> </span></span><span><span><span>of right and wrong took over. As much as he wanted to carry Neville to the surface, he realized it would leave three others to die in a watery trap. He gave Neville's box one more might heave</span></span></span><span><span> </span></span><span><span><span>to send it upward a short distance, and then swam down to the other boxes.</span></span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Each chain took two shots of the spell to break. He released Ron first for being his best friend. Like Harry, Diktor got underneath and shoved the box with powerful kicks of his legs. Harry then freed the one containing Roger Davies. Ass Cleft immediately wrapped tentacles around it and began swimming toward the surface. Finally, Harry freed the one for Foul. How she managed to get her jelly bubble under the box stumped Harry, but it began to inflate and started to float upward. Harry then quickly returned to Neville's trap that floated almost back to the loch floor. With effort he got it moving again and aimed for the surface.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">As it rose, the box became a contrast it that it seemed heavier yet easier to move. Harry did not understand the physics behind it all and hoped he could get Neville to safety. The top of the container broke the surface, and Harry saw only a bare quarter of the box floated on the waves. Being out of the water caused a dull, throbbing pain to erupt in his neck, so he darted back under the surface. Since he knew the direction, Harry pressed his shoulders against the bottom of the trap and kicked with his legs. He managed to move slowly forward while keeping it from sinking. Inside he could hear Neville yelling encouragement to him, but the teenager's voice nearly got drowned out by the odious song of the Merscots that blasted through the water. </span></span> </p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">It felt like a small eternity that Harry spent ferrying the trap with Neville in it back to the starting dock. He grew progressively weaker along the way, but refused to give up. Muscles ached from the strain, and he found it increasingly difficult to breathe. Fortunately, he could see the posts supporting the dock and the dark keel of Spurmstung ship in the near distance. Harry used what little strength remained to him to reach the dock. As soon as he crossed the magical barrier just in front of the jetty, the container on his back shuddered. Seconds later he felt a set of arms snag him from where he rested in the water gradually sinking to the bottom. Something got forced into his mouth.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Pain the likes of which he experienced at the start of the challenge lanced through his face and neck. Harry batted at the hands holding him because he slowly felt like he began to drown. He got hauled to the surface where he gasped and sputtered. After a couple of minutes, the pain subsided and he could breathe easier and coughed several times. Somehow he started to float and left the water altogether.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>In last place, Harry Potter who successfully retrieved Neville Longbottom!" A voice crackled through the air, and it seemed much better than listening to the Merscot song.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry opened his eyes once the pain ceased, and he saw the blurry visage of Neville. The shy teenager placed his glasses on his face. The strange, wondrous smile he saw on the long features made him grin.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You saved me," Neville whispered loud enough to be heard over the cacophony. "You saved all of them."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I'll always save you, Neville," Harry replied amid the cheering that continued to roll from the stands.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Does this mean I'm you're heart's desire?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It must... yeah, you are."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville leaned his face down and planted his lips on Harry's. Harry raised his tired arms and wrapped them around the boy's neck. Around them people continue to wildly shout and yell at the completion of the challenge. Harry simply felt relieved no one died, and he could not care less he came in last place. However, the long kiss Neville bestowed on him made Harry feel like he won.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">As with the end of the first challenge, Harry wobbled in and out of consciousness as his body tried to recover from the ordeal. He knew people congratulated him, and he distinctly recalled Foul crying and thanking him. Diktor and Ass Cleft also offered him their thanks. After that, someone, and he suspected Neville, led him back to the castle where Madam Pomfrey took a turn with him, although it made him briefly pass out. He got carried to the dorm room. Harry did not even change out of his wet trunks as he crawled into bed and fell in to a fast slumber. His final thoughts centered on his survival and Neville's spectacular kiss.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">It seemed like ages that Harry slept, and rising from his torpor felt as much of a struggle as lifting heavy the trap from the depths of the loch. He slowly roused. Someone brushed hair from his face. Due to a habit borne of lifetime, Harry reached out to find his glasses. They got placed in hands and he put them on. When he turned his, he instantly saw the smiling face of Neville. He also realized the young man held onto him, and Harry could think of no better place to sleep at the moment.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What time...?" Harry groggily inquired.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Supper's in about an hour," Neville quietly told him. "You've slept almost six hours."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I'm so tired," he said, yawned, and snuggled deeper into Neville's arms.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Of course you are, Harry! Between the transformation, breaking all those chains underwater, and then getting me to safety, I'm surprised you're still not asleep."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Have you been here the whole time?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville nodded and grinned.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Bet you need to piss like a derby horse, `cause I know I do," Harry remarked and started to stretch.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Something felt wrong and he flipped back the covers placed over him. Harry glanced down. He still wore his ruined swimming trunks, but then he saw only red marks on his leg where charred flesh resided not long ago. He lifted his face and stared at the young man who made his heart pound.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Madam Pomfrey wouldn't let me bring you up here `til she saw to your leg. She thought you'd were going to scream your head off when she got started, but you only passed out. Guess it worked out for the best," Neville explained. "Everyone's dying to hear what you did down there. Diktor, Ass Cleft, Foul can only tell them what you did when you got to the prison boxes."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Neville," Harry rejoined in a new sense of panic. "I'm so sorry they did this to you!"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I'm not. When they came and got me and told me I was the one you needed to free... Harry, I cried `cause I knew what it meant. All these weeks I waited for some sign from you..."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry's chuckle interrupted him, and he said: "Same here. I was so afraid what we built up between us didn't mean what I wanted it to. I didn't want to ruin our friendship... lose just sitting alone in a room with you, Neville. It scared me, so I didn't say anything."</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Aren't we a couple of right prats!" Neville chastised them both. "I swear I thought it was so obvious I fell in love with you. Dean and Ron and Séamus gave me hell about it, but I begged them not to say anything to you. I didn't want to mess up what we had, either."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Only one part of what the young man said stuck in Harry's head and he asked: "You're really in love with me?"</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Almost since that first time you caught me wanking. I've been fond of you since forever, but when you started to notice me this year... and I watched you go through everything, and you still made time for me even though you became a tournament champion. Then the dance, and how you came to me to help you think through this challenge..."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>All right, Neville! All right: I believe you," Harry interjected himself in what might be a long stream-of-conscious answer. "I, ah, sort of really fell for you when we went to the Yuletide Dance. You were... such a gentleman the whole night."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Thought I was going to wet on myself when I asked you to go in the greenhouse. I so much wanted that night to be perfect," Neville said, but in less of a rush.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It was perfect. I still dream about it from time to time."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">They smirked at one another. Harry pouted his lips, and Neville gently kissed them. Several million thoughts ran through Harry's mind, most of them quite lascivious, but his body felt laggard. Neville's cheeks turned a bit red.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry, where do we go from here?" The shy teenager asked.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I don't know," Harry confessed. "Never really been in a relationship before."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>But all those..."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Just a lot of sex, Neville. It was grand and all, but I never felt for any of the boys the way I feel for your right now. Maybe I'm starting to grow up a little."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well, from what I've seen, you've grown up a lot and you know what to do with it!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry burst out laughing at the ripe innuendo inside of Neville's statement. After a few moments, Neville's face turned red and he glanced down. Harry did not see humor in the expression.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Neville, what?" He prodded.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You've been with all those guys, and I've seen how good you are at sex, but me... I've never been with anyone," and Neville sounded reluctant to say it. "I've just tossed off a lot watching you four."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Are you afraid you're not going to measure up to what I've done before?" Harry theorized in an instant.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville's head bobbed once, and he would not look at Harry.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Don't be git, Neville."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I'm serious! You do all these great and wonderful and scary things, and what have I ever done? I'm boring!" Neville countered in a dry voice.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What have you ever done? Neville you treated me like no one ever treated me!"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>How's that?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Like I'm normal," Harry replied without hesitation. "Like I'm just some regular kid who wasn't marked by The Dork Lord... like I'm not the celebrity name to fear. You make me feel like Harry... just Harry... and it's the best feeling in the world!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville appeared very confused.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>The best thing I love about what's between us is it never feels like you've got some hidden expectation for me. I've tried to do the same for you. I don't want you to act any different than you would any other day. Don't make the exception for me, Neville, because I don't want that. I just want whatever it is you can give me, and don't expect me to give you more than I can give you."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You really don't expect anything form me?" Neville blurted.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>No, and that's great! Know why?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville shook his head.</span></span></p> <p> "'<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Cause then whatever you do give me is honest and real. You're not giving me anything because you think I want it. You give because you want to," he explained. "It took me a long time to realize how important that it. It's how I know the difference between the Dursleys and the Weasleys, and why I love the Weasleys so much more. Why I'm in love with you."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The uniquely colored brown eyes still appeared puzzled.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Neville, don't worry about the sex. That's not what really makes a relationship from what I can see. Look at Dean? Every week it seems like he's dating someone new, and I don't think he knows what he's looking for to be honest."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Do you? I think I'm know what I want..."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Neville, we're just fourteen. I barely know what I want for breakfast tomorrow..."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Then how do you know what you want from me?" Neville asked in a worried tone.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You didn't hear what I said, Neville. All I want from you is whatever you want to give me. I can't ask for anything more than that, can I? And it's all you're going get from me," Harry neatly summarized what he already said.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville regarded him for a moment and slowly started to nodded his head. After a few more moments of contemplation, he smiled. Harry hoped it meant what he thought it meant.</span></span></p> </div></div>
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Harry Potter and the Loo of Desire Chapter 13 This work is a parody of J.K Rowling's Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, and it is not endorsed by either J.K. Rowling or her publishers. As a parody, this work is protected under the Fair Use Doctrine. The characterizations in this work deviate significantly from the original, and this does not imply these characterizations exist in the original work. The author received no financial compensation or endorsements for the production of this work. All characters in this story are fictional. This story depicts sexual acts between consenting minor males. This story is meant for entertainment purposes only and in no way reflects reality. Please be aware of local laws or ordinances that may prohibit the reading of such material. Comments regarding the story may be sent to dricshae(at)gmail(dot)com Please support Nifty with donations if able. DONATE HERE (A Parody) Chapter 13: It's All Fun and Games `Til Someone Loses an Eye Harry avoided going down to the great hall or even the common room for diner. Neville brought him food, and a lot of it. Ron, Hermione (who sneaked in past the magical barrier), Dean, and Séamus made an appearance after dinner and demanded stories from Harry as they spread out to the beds. He told them about what he learned concerning Merscots, and he thanked Hermione for forcing him to go to the library, and how it evolved into his plan. Hermione appeared both impressed and stunned he followed her advice. Harry explained the song, repeating the title several times as his friend laughed hysterically at it, and how Professor Flitwick assisted him. Then came the parts about hiding the sound balloons, Neville's gift of the fishface lace, and then the challenge. The group of people appeared concerned when the told them about the water snake and how he roasted his own leg. The bits concerning the Merscots and freeing the captives seemed anti-climatic. Through the entirety of the telling, Harry sat holding Neville's hand. No one asked about it. No one needed to ask. The fact the shy Gryffindor got taken as Harry's heart's desire spoke for them. Neville frequently blushed during the parts about the rescue. It lead to a question Harry wanted answered. "Neville, exactly what did that fishface lace do to me?" He asked. "That, um, just sorted of turned your face and neck into the face and gills of fish. That's why you could breath under water," Neville told him. "Clever," Hermione muttered. "Troot fash," Harry mumbled and chuckled to himself. "What?" Ron quipped. "The Merscots kept calling me `troot fash'... trout face. I must've looked like a trout to them." "Better go easy on telling people that bit, mate. Could end up your nickname," Séamus warned with a smirk. "Oh, and you're not going to tell a soul the Merscots called me troot fash, eh?" His friends snickered in the meanest of ways possible, and Harry smiled at them all. While his friends thought his plan bordered on genius, the tournament committee thought less so the next day. Harry got called before them for a debriefing, as did all the champions. He gave a short summary of his ideas and the execution of each. He got severely admonished for making preparations before the tournament regarding hiding the sound balloons, using an unauthorized substance to transform himself, employing the sound balloons on the Merscots, and then assisting the other champions that earned him last place. They claimed two-thirds of his actions as cheating. "Right, right," he said feeling more angry than ashamed. "So, ah, where in the rules does it say I can't do any of that? I've read them at least a hundred times, and it doesn't ban anything I did. Don't forget in the fourteen-seventy-two tournament Malthezer used an entire army he hid on the south side of Spurmstung Keep to win the hide-and-fetch challenge. The rules never got revised even after that!" "Stop reciting the rules and history to us! We bloody well know all of that!" Professor Dumbledore shouted at him in much the same manner as the Merscots. "Pardon me, professor, but why didn't you expand the rules to say what we couldn't do? It's like you're making it up as we go along and after we beat the challenges?" Harry inquired in what he hoped sound both fawning and innocent. "Not the point now, is it?" The rest of the committee and the reporter, Miss Skeeter, stared at the headmaster of the school. "I think it would very much be the point, Dumbledore," Barty Crouch said in a guarded fashion. "'Arry, please be excused from us while we talk zis matter over," Mistress Maximus instructed him. He departed from the room and sat on bench in the hall next to the door. He sat there for an hour, and then two. Following another half an hour of aggravated waiting and a short while before the evening meal, Igor Krackhead strolled by. Harry looked at him in surprise. "Did not a person tell you we go almost two hours ago?" The man gruffly inquired. Harry stood and stomped away while swearing under his breath the entire time. He specifically needed to use the restroom. At dinner that night they announced the official results of the challenge. Ass Cleft barely edged Diktor for a first place finish, and Foul came in ten minutes before Harry. Thus, Harry came in last, but they awarded him extra points for freeing all the prison boxes. Thus, a three-way tie for first place got created. Foul could be heard swearing in the recesses of the great hall. She did not swear alone. Professor Dumbledore got tied to his chair during the announcements, and Professor McGonagall used a volume spell to reduce his invective-laced diatribes to a mere whisper. The headmaster appeared positively enraged everyone survived. The challenge exacted a physical toll on Harry. It took him days to recover his normal vim and vigor. Neville fretted over the Gryffindor champion the entire time. Harry mollified Neville by spending each night in his bed, although the two young males did nothing more than sleep. Despite what got revealed to them during the challenge, Harry wanted to continue much as they did beforehand. Thus, he did not place any expectations on Neville nor did he pressure him in any specific way. As unlikely as it seemed to Harry, it made him happy. "All right, mate, out with it: what's he like?" Ron asked five days after the tournament, and especially because they lounged nearly alone in the common room on a Sunday morning. "He's sweet, really," Harry said in a soft voice. "He's attentive." "That's not what I mean, Harry, and you know it!" "Then just ask the real question!" "What's he like in bed? The sex?" Ron grunted out the questions. Harry snickered and shook his head. Ron frowned. Harry knew his best friend wanted to know all the details, even though Ron would not divulge much about what went on between him and Diktor Kum. It fit Ron's personality in Harry's estimation. "We haven't done anything yet," Harry truthfully replied. "You're lying, Harry Potter, and you're a terrible liar," Ron snorted. "Now out with it. You owe me the truth." "The truth, Ronald Billius Weasley, is that Neville thinks I need to rest after the challenge and not tire myself. It was a lot of work down under the water." Ron gaped at him. "I'm not lying: we haven't done a thing with each other yet... unless you want to count kissing. We do that a fair bit when we get the chance." His best friend shook his head and said: "I can't believe this. My best mate who's bum starts to twitch after two days without a poke is telling me he's gone a week... maybe more without a single night of action. I don't believe it, Harry. I just don't. I know you..." "And you're forgetting no one else in the school would touch me after the first challenge," Harry interjected. "I went weeks just tossing off `til that one evening with Ass Cleft and Diktor after I told `em about the Merscots. Then nothing after that. I'm sort of used to it by now." "Great Merlin, the school wrecked you. Neville should be crawling `round on his hands and knees after a night with you, and all I hear is he's playing nanny to you. That's not right, mate. Not right at all." Harry grinned at Ron. "You've gone mental is what you've done." "Oh, give it a rest, Ron. It's only a matter of time. Every time we lay down to get some sleep together we're both as hard as broomstick handle. Neville doesn't want to rush me, and I'm not going to do that to him. When we get going, I'm sure you'll probably be the first to know," Harry stated his understanding of the situation. "Not right. Just not right," the ginger-haired teenager muttered again. "I've got reading to get done," Harry said and returned to the history text book. Half an hour later Ron stood up. Harry glanced over and started to laugh. The bulge in the front of Ron's pants looked comical. "Been sitting here this whole time thinking of what you're missing, and look what's it gone and done to me. I won't be able to get any studying done like this. I'm heading down to the dock," Ron exclaimed and started trotting toward the stairs. "Give Diktor a kiss for me!" Harry yelled through a laugh. Ron apparently delivered some vile retort by the expression he saw on the first year girl's face who sat writing at the table next to the stairwell. She blinked several times as though it might clean out her ears or possibly erase the memory. Harry made a mental bet with himself she would repeat it by the end of term. He returned to his reading and notes. "My eyes are burned out of my head," he complained an hour later. The clock on the mantle told him a half an hour still lay between him and lunch. Harry packed up his books, set his bookbag under a table, and headed for the exit. He grabbed his jacket from one of the pegs. A pinch on the Fat's Lady's bum elicited both a delighted squeal and an open door. Harry strolled quickly through the door and down the tower stairs. He made for the side courtyard on the lower levels and let nothing distract him as he aimed for the greenhouses where he knew Neville did some preparations for Madam Sprout. "Why do you always look so happy playing in mud?" He inquired when he entered the greenhouse where his boyfriend worked. "Because mud doesn't argue and it doesn't take much to understand," Neville replied in the same cheeky manner. "Must be near lunch." "Yeah, plus I got bored reading that chapter for Binns on the early nineteenth century troll migration." "Hmm, the final fallout from the giant wars." "You know everything," Harry said as he walked up to the kneeling teenager. "Funny it wasn't me who figured out how to neutralize the Merscots," Neville deftly parried and stood up. "Kiss me, quick!" Neville leaned over and soundly kissed Harry. "Okay, I'm better now," Harry heaved and felt his entire body tingle. "Me, too," the taller of the two responded as his cheeks turned pink. Neville began to unbutton his coveralls. Harry stepped up and lent a hand. Their fingers got in each other's way and the two boys began to laugh at the stupidity of it. Neville shrugged out of the outfit and pulled his feet free. "You know you smell like these greenhouses," Harry remarked. "And that's bad?" "No. It's earthy. Natural. I like it." "Anyone tell you you're a little off, Harry?" Neville quipped and grinned. "Yeah, you did this morning before you came here," he answered. "Actually, you tell me that quite a lot." Harry got a nifty treat after Neville returned from putting away his coveralls and gloves. He wrapped his longer arms around Harry and held him close. Harry inhaled the young man's scent, and he smelled earth. He also got a whiff of sweat, and that made his head buzz a little bit. Harry loved the male scent that came with honest work. His body began to react. "What's getting you so worked up?" Neville inquired through a chuckle. "You. You just smell so... it's, and I know this is going to sound cheesy, but you smell really... manly right now. It's the way a guy should smell," Harry stated exactly what excited. "You must be dangerous after a fappitch match." Harry snorted out a laugh, and considered a response. However, he felt something pressing against his hip that arrived just seconds before. He wiggled his torso. "And what's that I feel?" Harry sly asked. "Just what happens to me when I get near a certain tournament champion." Given the prescient conversation with Ron earlier that morning, Harry decided to be bold. He left his left arm slide down Neville's back, down his hips, and then slid it between them. Harry kept going and then squeezed the bulge in Neville's groin. Neville started chuckling. "You really are randy, aren't you?" "Well... yes. Between you and the smell of the roses and peppermint, I, ah... okay, it's you," Neville stammered through his statements. Harry began sliding his hands over the length of Neville's erection, seventeen centimeters if he knew how to judge a hard-on, and squeezed again. Neville sharply inhaled. Harry grinned. "I, um, maybe could give you a real hand with that if it's going to be a problem at lunch?" He asked and teased. "I... ah, er... could, um, be," Neville stammered. Harry rubbed the clothing encased erection a little harder. Neville reacted by bending his head down and firmly kissing Harry. Their lips parted and tongues began to dance. Harry found Neville to be a fast learner and seemed incredibly self-possessed when it came to snogging. He wondered how how much he could test his boyfriend. As they continued to kiss, Harry stealthily lowered the zipper on Neville's pants. In return, the generally shy teenager -- at least shy around other's except Harry -- slipped his hands under Harry's jacket and shirt. His slightly chilly hands began to knead his back. "Mmmm," Harry hummed into Neville's mouth, and then he edged his hand into the opening of the pants. It suddenly dawned on him he never touched Neville's penis before, either erect or soft, and the feel of the undiscovered country in the palm of his hand made him quiver. Neville did not protest. In fact, he took a half step back while Harry played around in his pants. The thin fabric of the underpants did little to obscure the feel of the hard, hot organ. Harry all but wrapped his hand around it and squeeze again. "Oh, Weiss!" Neville muttered into his mouth. The sudden burst of activity following the quiet exclamation almost stunned Harry. Neville pulled his hands free and then pushed Harry's jacket off. Harry let it fall. The long, strong fingers of quiet young man then fumbled with the snap and zipper on Harry's pants. Before his knew it, Neville began to shove the pants down, and Harry found himself completely in favor of the freedom. One of Neville's hands latched onto his hard cock, and the contact made him shiver. Harry did not waste time, and repeated Neville's actions. Soon their pants slid down to their knees as they gasped each others erections. "This feels so good," Neville said in a low voice as he tugged on the hard willy in his hand. "Neville..." Harry began but the ready and slightly rough ministrations of his boyfriend robbed him of words. "I want more," said the teenager bringing pleasure to Harry. It staggered Harry with delight when Neville slowly sank to his knees. He never let go of the hard piece of meat. Once on his knees, Neville licked Harry's stiff member from base to head. Harry's body vibrated. With a complete lack of artistry or skill, Neville plunged his head down and sucked Harry into a world of pleasure. It did not matter to Harry one whit that Neville sometimes scraped his skin with teeth, the boy gave it his absolutely best effort and it pleased Harry to no end. The novice sucked and slurped his way up and down the shaft. He nibbled on the head. A solid attempt to use his tongue ensued. In short, Harry would never again think of Neville as a breeder as no heterosexual could sup on a dick like that. Several minutes passed while the young man seemed to get lost in bringing enjoyment to Harry, and Harry started to wonder who pleasured whom. The interesting aspect arrived in the fact Harry felt his climax start to tingle in his scrotum. "My turn," he said after forcing Neville's head backward, and then crouching down on the hard, stone floor. Neville appeared slightly irritated as he stood. Thus, Harry decided one thing would change his mind. For months he stared at Neville's penis and thought it one of the most beautiful he ever saw. He moved with deliberate slowness as his head descended. His lips touched the very top of the head. As he went down, Harry slid the foreskin back so the head became exposed. "Oh, god," Neville warbled a word Harry never heard him utter as hands clamped onto the side of his head. The teenager's hips bucked a little. Harry got a startling revelation as he realized the time waiting for a truly intimate moment with his boyfriend heightened the experience. As Neville's erection slid in an out of Harry's mouth, he made note of every detail: the smooth texture of the skin, the veins hid beneath the layer of foreskin, the slope of the head, the edge of the glans, the thicker middle of the shaft, and even the way the pubic hair tickled nose and chin. Harry loved the way Neville's hips shook each time he swallowed the entire length of the organ. With his left hand he began to caress the scrotum, one sparsely covered in short hairs. The ovoids contained within the sack felt about four centimeters long and rather plump. Harry rolled one around in his fingers, and Neville let out a grunting sound. After two minutes of sucking and toying with the nuggets, he saw how the scrotum began to shrink and the testes retracted to the base. "Getting close, huh?" Harry asked after he forced himself to back off, and it proved a willful struggle. "Core..." Neville panted the expression he picked up from Ron. "Close... yeah, close." Harry saw the way in which the rock-hard pecker in front of his face bobbed in time to Neville's heartbeat. He thought the standing teenager still might ejaculate. Fortunately, as the seconds moved on, the motion slowed. "Harry?" Neville asked with the name. Harry seized Neville's hand and pulled him down into a sitting position on the cool, dirty floor. It seemed appropriate given the young man's love of all things that grew in the soil. Moreover, Harry thought the entire setting suited their first real sexual encounter with one another. As soon as Neville situated himself, Harry swooped in for a kiss. Their mouths met and they renewed the waltz of the tongues. Neville truly enjoyed a good, deep kiss, and that thrilled Harry to no end. A meaningful, solid kiss spoke to Harry better than many other forms of affection. For several minutes they luxuriated in the taste of one another. When they slowly broke apart, he saw the flush in the longer face, and the enormous smile. "Harry, I was think maybe we should go upstairs," Neville quietly said. "Why?" Harry asked and glanced around. "Who's going to interrupt us in here on a Sunday?" "No one... I think." "And who'd interrupt us up in the room? Holy toads, Neville, they'd join in!" Neville appeared shocked. "Unless you want it to turn into scrum," he responded to the look and considered the possibilities. It could prove interesting to see how Neville would react to getting snogged by four boys at once. "Um... no, not really... not this time," his boyfriend demurely stated. "But here?" "I think it's special in here, Neville," Harry told him. "Greenhouses will always remind me of you. It just feels so... alive in here. It's where things grow." "Wait. So you weren't joking: this place really did get you going?" "You being in here, a place that sort of defines you, is what got me going, Neville. You look so sexy in those coveralls!" Neville threw his head back and started laughing. "I'm serious, you know?" Harry responded in a slightly annoyed tone. Neville's left hand rose and caressed his face while he said: "I'm not laughing at you, Harry. I just never thought this place, of all places... and coveralls to boot would make me appealing to anyone. You do realize I spent a lot of time hiding away form people in here?" "And it's time for you to stop doing that, but I remember so well when you asked me to go to the dance." "That was in greenhouse two. This is number three." Harry grinned and rolled his eyes. "Sorry," Neville quipped and his cheeks grew spots of red. "You are so handsome when you blush," Harry said and slipped a hand around Neville's neck. "I'd been dreaming about you all year. What to hear something, I guess, amazing?" Neville nodded. "When I saw you in that the trap under the water, it didn't surprise me. It seemed... natural. Right. It told me what I already knew: I was falling in love with you. At the start of the year I never would've guessed you'd be my heart's desire, but here you are, and I'm so happy it turned out to be you, Neville." His statements got rewarded by a new kiss, and this time he felt even more passion in Neville's lips. Harry slipped his other arm around the teenager who captured his heart and drew him in close. His butt ground against the floor, but he did not care. Everything about the moment seemed to go according to a plan he never dreamed possible. Harry's body thrummed as his emotions got more involved. Part of him feared falling in love because he saw too often what happened to other students when they could not sustain the relationship. He hoped he could learn from them. Moreover, Harry never wanted to hurt Neville who deserved real love more than any boy he knew. He kissed him with greater urgency. "Harry," Neville breathed his name when the separated so they could properly breathe. "Neville," Harry said the name in the same manner. Neville started to lower himself, but Harry made him wait while he re-positioned his body. In the back of his mind he knew they would not turn back from the point of no return on this round. Once in the correct spot, Harry sank down. Neville appeared to understand what got accomplished, and he continued to lower his upper torso and head. Each scooted along the ground to get in better position. When they reached the optimal configuration, they commenced. Harry wanted to sing when he felt Neville suck in his pecker, but his mouth got filled with a hard willy. They achieved one of Harry's favorite positions for one of his favorite acts. Pleasing a boy who pleased him at the same time bordered on mystical to Harry. He knew all about the symbolism involved, yet the actual practice took on greater meaning when it came from an emotional place. He felt his fingers tingle as the magics in his body reacted to everything in going on in his heart and mind. Moment by moment he felt transported into a special world where only he and Neville existed. He wanted to stay there as long as possible. The moment did take over. Harry wrapped his right arm around Neville's thigh and pulled himself in tight against Neville's crotch. The cock in his mouth got buried to the root. He heard his boyfriend make a muffled moaning sound. Then Neville tried to do the same, but only partially succeeded. Harry knew he possessed an average size erection, something over which he remained fiercely proud, but knew Neville would need a lot more experience before could reach that achievement. However, he loved the attempt. It spurred him to use all his skills to please Neville. Time after time Harry could think of nothing more than bringing Neville the most pleasure he could. He thought nothing of his own wants as he worked on the stiff pole of flesh enveloped by his mouth. Harry licked and sucked and tickled with his lips and tongue over every square millimeter. A few times he supped on the tightened scrotum of his boyfriend, an act that made Neville's entire body squirm. At some point Harry grabbed onto Neville's buttock and pulled. He felt the firm mounds, and their firmness spoke volumes to Harry, clench a bit in reaction. A smile curled his lips. He let his fingers dance around crevice. It took only a moment to find the puckered hole. It came quite natural to Harry to want to probe an anus with his fingers, so he did. In five seconds Neville's entire body became rigid when he started to wiggle his digit against the opening. Five more seconds later Harry's mouth got flooded with the best juice he could imagine. Neville exploded into orgasm, and he came close to biting Harry's erection. Neville filled his mouth, and Harry greedily gulped it down. The smells of the body pressed against his face mixed with those of the greenhouse and alchemy took place in Harry's brain. An image of the two of them locked together in a field of grass and heather as they reached a new plateau of bliss almost seemed a reality. Harry sucked as much of Neville's pulsing organ as deeply into his maw as he could. "Oh, Harry... Harry," Neville heaved out his name a minute later. "Harry... it's making me crazy..." With almost a sense of regret Harry released Neville's spent tool from his clutches. As soon as it worked free of his mouth, Neville set upon on Harry's rigid pecker. It disappeared into the shy young man's face. Harry leaned back a little and closed his eyes. He tried to picture exactly what they looked like as they lay upon the floor reveling in one another. He could see the side of Neville's head, all wavy-haired with a delicately shape ears, leading down to a jaw with muscles flexing as he performed. Neville again made up for lack of skill with total enthusiasm. He learned a few tricks from Harry, and employed them. The sensation in Harry's groin grew increasingly intense, yet he focused on something entirely different. He could not believe his luck that Neville wanted him regardless of the trouble accompanying Harry's life. He did not doubt for a moment Neville truly held strong feelings for him. Thus, when Neville got around to inserting a finger into Harry's ass, it set him off like a rocket. The intensity of Harry's orgasm became staggering. It caused a flash of brilliant light to ignite behind his eyelids. His head dropped back and a feral growl ripped out of his mouth as his hips bolted and lurched. He could not stop them from rising upward as what felt like gallons of semen erupted out of his cock. It felt as though someone reached up inside of him any squeezed all of his internal organs at the same time. A vague awareness he grunted and possibly howled reached Harry's ears. Through it all, his mind latched onto the fact Neville caused the reaction him. His heart turned to mush and his feelings for Neville expanded. Following what seemed like an hour of exquisite torture, his climax receded. His body slumped. Harry heard a chuckle. "Brilliant," Neville quietly said. "That was brilliant." "You... were... brilliant," Harry repeated. "And that tasted better than I ever dreamed." Harry lifted his sweating face and grinned at Neville who smiled like a Cheshire cat. Light played on the wetness on his lips, and it appeared a Renaissance painting in Harry's mind. The two young now lovers stared at one another. Harry felt sheer amazement sweep through him at the nature of Neville's gaze. He felt slightly unworthy. "Harry?" Neville asked with his name. "Never had anyone look at me like you do. Not sure I deserve it," he honestly replied. "I'm feeling rather the same." Harry knew his face turned pink as he felt the heat rise up his neck. "What're you blushing about?" Neville inquired and his smirk grew wide again. "I wasn't even looking for a boyfriend, Neville, and then you... I keep asking myself why me when you could've had anyone. Seriously, anyone, Neville." Neville paused for a few moments and his face became more solemn. "Harry," he said in a low voice. "Do you treat me any different that you do you the rest of the boys." "A little. I mean, I more worried about what you think and feel than the others. Why?" "I keep telling you this, and you really need to believe me, but no one else does that with me. Ron and Dean and Séamus'll talk to me, but it's only social. I can't quite say when I first noticed, but you started to care about me as a person, Harry. Maybe not like you do now, but it changed and I could feel it. So you're wrong, in case you don't know it." "Wrong about what?" "Me getting anyone I wanted. Maybe it works that way for you, but not for me. A person has to get noticed by another person first, see them... something in them, and you're the only one who's done that with me. Think you ask yourself why? I think that a million times a day about you," Neville said, and it sounded like raw emotions bubbled under the surface of his words. "Neville, come on!" Harry responded in mild disbelief at what he heard and saw. "You're a brilliant, handsome, caring bloke who'd do anyone proud to be with. It's as obvious as the glasses on my nose!" A smile, but a sad one, tripped across Neville's mouth. When two tears raced down Neville's cheeks, Harry got concerned. He scuttled over to his boyfriend, a feat given his pants stayed wrapped around his ankles, and threw his arms around Neville. "What'd I say? I'm sorry, Neville. I'm truly sorry!" He rambled as fast as he could. "Don't be. You only said the things I wanted to hear from anyone since I came here. You may thinks it's obvious, but I don't even see that in myself... and I can't figure out for the life of me why you can," the somewhat distraught young man intoned. For the first time in his young life, Harry understood something. He felt as though he matured a small amount in that second. He also realized Neville's words reflected what many people likely thought of themselves, including him. Society taught them to focus on the negatives about their lives. Society taught them to trust the judgments of others before their own. Society would admonish anyone who took even the slightest bit of pride in their real achievements. It made him think of Ass Cleft and Diktor, both accomplished in their own right and people he greatly admired. He studied the tear-streaked face of the boy he honestly grew to love over the preceding months because Neville simply acted as himself and accepted Harry for himself. "We do this ourselves, you know?" He slowly began. "Somehow we learn to look at only what we think is shit about ourselves and what we what envy in other people... what we wish we could be. You think I'm brave when I never believed that. I think you're kind and caring and smart, and you can't see that I'm right. Neville, I don't believe or say those things `cause I'm trying to trick you: it's what I honestly believe and think. It's... my reality of you." Neville lowered his head to Harry's shoulder and began to cry. Harry held him tight. He never expected their first sexual foray would lead to an unveiling of emotions and thoughts that extended far beyond what they held for each other. It seemed perverse for the moment, but Harry felt a swell of empathy for Lord Holdequart, a person's who twisted body led to a twisted life filled with hate and revenge. Harry wondered what path Tom Widdle's life would follow if someone early on showed him genuine concern and love without regard to his perceived deformity. It caused Harry to embrace his boyfriend even tighter. It made him fear what society could almost unwittingly do to a person and the destruction it wrought. "I will never lie to you about anything I feel or think about you, Neville," he said to the quaking form. "I owe you the truth, even when it might hurt you. You deserve so much better than what you got. I might only be a poor substitute, but I will do my damnedest by you. I swear that much." Neville struggled against Harry's embrace, and he loosened it. Neville lifted his face, eyes red and puffy, and nose a little snotty. A hard gleam entered his eyes. "Don't make promises you can't keep, Harry Potter," Neville warned him in a voice grown coarse. "You said we shouldn't tell each other what we think the other person wants to hear. Is that what you're doing right now?" Harry gaped at Neville. Neville, despite his current condition, held his gaze. He did not blink or waver. Never in his life did Harry feel as tested as he did in that moment. "Maybe I'm trying to be a better person, Neville. I don't understand relationships like we've got. I think I know how it got started, maybe not why, and I don't know where it goes from here," he began a somewhat muddle response. "All I can see right now is you're feeling pain, and I want to help make it go away. I know that pain, Neville. I've felt it. I felt it `til I came here. I think... think I'm asking you to trust me. I won't be a perfect boyfriend, Merlin knows I won't, but I at least want to try to be a good one. Does that make sense?" Neville nodded. "And the same goes for you. I'm really not expecting more from you than you can give me. You have to believe me about that. And you have to believe me that I fell for all of you; not just the brilliant and caring and handsome parts." Harry felt his face harden a bit as he watched Neville process what he said. More thoughts stampeded through his brain. He decided to add more to what he said. "Just for the record: I know you're not a perfect person, Neville," Harry said and a small grin played on his face. "You've got flaws, just like me. You get pushy when you think you're right and I'm wrong. You can use silence as a weapon at times. You hide down here instead of telling the world to fuck off like you should. My eyesight mightn't be good, but I'm not blind." Some of the darkness in Neville's face broke, and he smiled. "Thanks, Harry. I did need to hear that," he said in his gentle manner. "I kept wondering if you got the wrong idea of me. What you were saying earlier didn't sound anything like the real me. Least ways I know now you're not entirely fooling yourself about who I am." "Neville," Harry whispered the name and leaned in closer. "Part of what I love about you is your secret arrogance. It's where some of your strength comes from." "Harry, you talk in your sleep and you snore," Neville rejoined. "I know you're not fond of kippers with their eyes in `cause you think they can see you cutting into them." "What? Neville!" "I'm not the one who said it, mate: you did!" The mood shifted, but in a weirdly wonderful manner. Harry looked at Neville and he saw Neville. Nothing changed, yet it seemed different. He liked the difference. The glamour from their moment of intense intimacy and profound interpersonal revelations fell away. Harry simply saw Neville Longbottom, and he realized yet again how much he truly liked the teenager. He felt the love, but the like suddenly seemed far more important. "What?" Neville asked. "Got a question for you, Neville, and you need to really, really think about it before you answer. Okay?" Neville nodded. "Right, so here goes," and Harry steeled himself. "Neville, do you honestly like me as a person? And I mean as a person who you'd kick around with even if there wasn't a promise of sex and snogging and cuddling and all that?" Neville opened his mouth, and Harry quickly held up a finger. He truly wanted a thoughtful answer and not just a knee-jerk one. Neville stared at him and slowly squinted his eyes. The scrutiny intensified, and Harry began to wonder if he erred in asking such an important question. However, he managed to survive the Merscots, and he doubted Neville would chop him into chum at the moment. "You know what? I do like you," Neville said. "And I mean I like you as a friend. I would hang around with you even if we didn't try to share the same bed each night." He sighed, Neville snickered, and then Harry said: "I think I know what we really need to do. I think no matter what else happens between us we should always try to be friends first. Does that sound okay?" "Yeah, but why? Where'd you get this notion all of sudden?" "It just sort of hit me, but now that I think about it, I remember what some of my mum and dad's friend said about them. They said my mum and her lady Lyra stayed friends even though they loved each other, and my dad and Sirius did the same. They all lived together after I was born, and they worked at staying friends: mum with Lyra and dad with Sirius. I didn't get why my godfather told me that, but I do now. I think he was trying to get me ready for a moment like this." "Never heard it put like that, but it makes a lot of sense," Neville said while one side of his mouth crooked upward in thought. "So it's friends first and boyfriends second?" "Something like that, but they sort of go together. If my mum and dad got it right, we need to like each other all the time," Harry said as he continued to think through what he said. "How many times have you seen two guys get together, act like they're madly in love, and then hate each other month later? I think it's `cause they forgot to like each other first." "Then we did it, right, didn't we? We got to know each other and like each other first." "Yeah, plus we tossed off a lot," Harry reminded him. "Like friends do," Neville quipped with what sounded like absolute certainty. Harry burst out laughing, and Neville quickly joined in the amusement. Of everything that transpired in the greenhouse late on that Sunday morning, Harry immediately began to sense the talk about being friends might be the most important. For a brief moment he felt more mature than his years. However, he laughed with all the gusto of a fourteen-year old.
<div id="readability-content"><h1>Harry Potter and the Loo of Desire Chapter 13</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> <p> This work is a parody of J.K Rowling's <u>Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire</u>, and it is not endorsed by either J.K. Rowling or her publishers. As a parody, this work is protected under the Fair Use Doctrine. </p> <p> The characterizations in this work deviate significantly from the original, and this does not imply these characterizations exist in the original work. The author received no financial compensation or endorsements for the production of this work.</p> <p> All characters in this story are fictional. This story depicts sexual acts between consenting minor males. This story is meant for entertainment purposes only and in no way reflects reality. Please be aware of local laws or ordinances that may prohibit the reading of such material.</p> <p> Comments regarding the story may be sent to dricshae(at)gmail(dot)com</p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Please support Nifty with donations if able. <a href="http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html">DONATE HERE</a> </span></span></span> </p> <hr> <h3>(A Parody)</h3> <h3>Chapter 13: It's All Fun and Games `Til Someone Loses an Eye</h3> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry avoided going down to the great hall or even the common room for diner. Neville brought him food, and a lot of it. Ron, Hermione (who sneaked in past the magical barrier), Dean, and Séamus made an appearance after dinner and demanded stories from Harry as they spread out to the beds. He told them about what he learned concerning Merscots, and he thanked Hermione for forcing him to go to the library, and how it evolved into his plan. Hermione appeared both impressed and stunned he followed her advice. Harry explained the song, repeating the title several times as his friend laughed hysterically at it, and how Professor Flitwick assisted him. Then came the parts about hiding the sound balloons, Neville's gift of the fishface lace, and then the challenge. The group of people appeared concerned when the told them about the water snake and how he roasted his own leg. The bits concerning the Merscots and freeing the captives seemed anti-climatic.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Through the entirety of the telling, Harry sat holding Neville's hand. No one asked about it. No one needed to ask. The fact the shy Gryffindor got taken as Harry's heart's desire spoke for them. Neville frequently blushed during the parts about the rescue. It lead to a question Harry wanted answered.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Neville, exactly what did that fishface lace do to me?" He asked.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>That, um, just sorted of turned your face and neck into the face and gills of fish. That's why you could breath under water," Neville told him.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Clever," Hermione muttered.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Troot fash," Harry mumbled and chuckled to himself.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What?" Ron quipped.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>The Merscots kept calling me `troot fash'... trout face. I must've looked like a trout to them."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Better go easy on telling people that bit, mate. Could end up your nickname," Séamus warned with a smirk.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Oh, and you're not going to tell a soul the Merscots called me troot fash, eh?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">His friends snickered in the meanest of ways possible, and Harry smiled at them all.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">While his friends thought his plan bordered on genius, the tournament committee thought less so the next day. Harry got called before them for a debriefing, as did all the champions. He gave a short summary of his ideas and the execution of each. He got severely admonished for making preparations before the tournament regarding hiding the sound balloons, using an unauthorized substance to transform himself, employing the sound balloons on the Merscots, and then assisting the other champions that earned him last place. They claimed two-thirds of his actions as cheating.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Right, right," he said feeling more angry than ashamed. "So, ah, where in the rules does it say I can't do any of that? I've read them at least a hundred times, and it doesn't ban anything I did. Don't forget in the fourteen-seventy-two tournament Malthezer used an entire army he hid on the south side of Spurmstung Keep to win the hide-and-fetch challenge. The rules never got revised even after that!"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Stop reciting the rules and history to us! We bloody well know all of that!" Professor Dumbledore shouted at him in much the same manner as the Merscots.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Pardon me, professor, but why didn't you expand the rules to say what we couldn't do? It's like you're making it up as we go along and after we beat the challenges?" Harry inquired in what he hoped sound both fawning and innocent.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Not the point now, is it?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The rest of the committee and the reporter, Miss Skeeter, stared at the headmaster of the school.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I think it would very much be the point, Dumbledore," Barty Crouch said in a guarded fashion.</span></span></span></p> <p> "'<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Arry, please be excused from us while we talk zis matter over," Mistress Maximus instructed him.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">He departed from the room and sat on bench in the hall next to the door. He sat there for an hour, and then two. Following another half an hour of aggravated waiting and a short while before the evening meal, Igor Krackhead strolled by. Harry looked at him in surprise.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Did not a person tell you we go almost two hours ago?" The man gruffly inquired.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry stood and stomped away while swearing under his breath the entire time. He specifically needed to use the restroom.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">At dinner that night they announced the official results of the challenge. Ass Cleft barely edged Diktor for a first place finish, and Foul came in ten minutes before Harry. Thus, Harry came in last, but they awarded him extra points for freeing all the prison boxes. Thus, a three-way tie for first place got created. Foul could be heard swearing in the recesses of the great hall. She did not swear alone. Professor Dumbledore got tied to his chair during the announcements, and Professor McGonagall used a volume spell to reduce his invective-laced diatribes to a mere whisper. The headmaster appeared positively enraged everyone survived.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The challenge exacted a physical toll on Harry. It took him days to recover his normal vim and vigor. Neville fretted over the Gryffindor champion the entire time. Harry mollified Neville by spending each night in his bed, although the two young males did nothing more than sleep. Despite what got revealed to them during the challenge, Harry wanted to continue much as they did beforehand. Thus, he did not place any expectations on Neville nor did he pressure him in any specific way. As unlikely as it seemed to Harry, it made him happy.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>All right, mate, out with it: what's he like?" Ron asked five days after the tournament, and especially because they lounged nearly alone in the common room on a Sunday morning.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>He's sweet, really," Harry said in a soft voice. "He's attentive."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>That's not what I mean, Harry, and you know it!"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Then just ask the real question!"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What's he like in bed? The sex?" Ron grunted out the questions.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry snickered and shook his head. Ron frowned. Harry knew his best friend wanted to know all the details, even though Ron would not divulge much about what went on between him and Diktor Kum. It fit Ron's personality in Harry's estimation.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>We haven't done anything yet," Harry truthfully replied.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You're lying, Harry Potter, and you're a terrible liar," Ron snorted. "Now out with it. You owe me the truth."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>The truth, Ronald Billius Weasley, is that Neville thinks I need to rest after the challenge and not tire myself. It was a lot of work down under the water."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ron gaped at him.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I'm not lying: we haven't done a thing with each other yet... unless you want to count kissing. We do that a fair bit when we get the chance."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">His best friend shook his head and said: "I can't believe this. My best mate who's bum starts to twitch after two days without a poke is telling me he's gone a week... maybe more without a single night of action. I don't believe it, Harry. I just don't. I know you..."</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>And you're forgetting no one else in the school would touch me after the first challenge," Harry interjected. "I went weeks just tossing off `til that one evening with Ass Cleft and Diktor after I told `em about the Merscots. Then nothing after that. I'm sort of used to it by now."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Great Merlin, the school wrecked you. Neville should be crawling `round on his hands and knees after a night with you, and all I hear is he's playing nanny to you. That's not right, mate. Not right at all."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry grinned at Ron.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You've gone mental is what you've done."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Oh, give it a rest, Ron. It's only a matter of time. Every time we lay down to get some sleep together we're both as hard as broomstick handle. Neville doesn't want to rush me, and I'm not going to do that to him. When we get going, I'm sure you'll probably be the first to know," Harry stated his understanding of the situation.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Not right. Just not right," the ginger-haired teenager muttered again.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I've got reading to get done," Harry said and returned to the history text book.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Half an hour later Ron stood up. Harry glanced over and started to laugh. The bulge in the front of Ron's pants looked comical.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Been sitting here this whole time thinking of what you're missing, and look what's it gone and done to me. I won't be able to get any studying done like this. I'm heading down to the dock," Ron exclaimed and started trotting toward the stairs.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Give Diktor a kiss for me!" Harry yelled through a laugh.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ron apparently delivered some vile retort by the expression he saw on the first year girl's face who sat writing at the table next to the stairwell. She blinked several times as though it might clean out her ears or possibly erase the memory. Harry made a mental bet with himself she would repeat it by the end of term. He returned to his reading and notes.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>My eyes are burned out of my head," he complained an hour later.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The clock on the mantle told him a half an hour still lay between him and lunch. Harry packed up his books, set his bookbag under a table, and headed for the exit. He grabbed his jacket from one of the pegs. A pinch on the Fat's Lady's bum elicited both a delighted squeal and an open door. Harry strolled quickly through the door and down the tower stairs. He made for the side courtyard on the lower levels and let nothing distract him as he aimed for the greenhouses where he knew Neville did some preparations for Madam Sprout.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Why do you always look so happy playing in mud?" He inquired when he entered the greenhouse where his boyfriend worked.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Because mud doesn't argue and it doesn't take much to understand," Neville replied in the same cheeky manner. "Must be near lunch."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yeah, plus I got bored reading that chapter for Binns on the early nineteenth century troll migration."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Hmm, the final fallout from the giant wars."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You know everything," Harry said as he walked up to the kneeling teenager.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Funny it wasn't me who figured out how to neutralize the Merscots," Neville deftly parried and stood up.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Kiss me, quick!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville leaned over and soundly kissed Harry.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Okay, I'm better now," Harry heaved and felt his entire body tingle.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Me, too," the taller of the two responded as his cheeks turned pink.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville began to unbutton his coveralls. Harry stepped up and lent a hand. Their fingers got in each other's way and the two boys began to laugh at the stupidity of it. Neville shrugged out of the outfit and pulled his feet free.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You know you smell like these greenhouses," Harry remarked.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>And that's bad?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>No. It's earthy. Natural. I like it."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Anyone tell you you're a little off, Harry?" Neville quipped and grinned.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yeah, you did this morning before you came here," he answered. "Actually, you tell me that quite a lot."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry got a nifty treat after Neville returned from putting away his coveralls and gloves. He wrapped his longer arms around Harry and held him close. Harry inhaled the young man's scent, and he smelled earth. He also got a whiff of sweat, and that made his head buzz a little bit. Harry loved the male scent that came with honest work. His body began to react.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What's getting you so worked up?" Neville inquired through a chuckle.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You. You just smell so... it's, and I know this is going to sound cheesy, but you smell really... manly right now. It's the way a guy should smell," Harry stated exactly what excited.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You must be dangerous after a fappitch match."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry snorted out a laugh, and considered a response. However, he felt something pressing against his hip that arrived just seconds before. He wiggled his torso.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>And what's that I feel?" Harry sly asked.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Just what happens to me when I get near a certain tournament champion."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Given the prescient conversation with Ron earlier that morning, Harry decided to be bold. He left his left arm slide down Neville's back, down his hips, and then slid it between them. Harry kept going and then squeezed the bulge in Neville's groin. Neville started chuckling.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You really are randy, aren't you?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well... yes. Between you and the smell of the roses and peppermint, I, ah... okay, it's you," Neville stammered through his statements.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry began sliding his hands over the length of Neville's erection, seventeen centimeters if he knew how to judge a hard-on, and squeezed again. Neville sharply inhaled. Harry grinned.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I, um, maybe could give you a real hand with that if it's going to be a problem at lunch?" He asked and teased.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I... ah, er... could, um, be," Neville stammered.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry rubbed the clothing encased erection a little harder. Neville reacted by bending his head down and firmly kissing Harry. Their lips parted and tongues began to dance. Harry found Neville to be a fast learner and seemed incredibly self-possessed when it came to snogging. He wondered how how much he could test his boyfriend. As they continued to kiss, Harry stealthily lowered the zipper on Neville's pants. In return, the generally shy teenager -- at least shy around other's except Harry -- slipped his hands under Harry's jacket and shirt. His slightly chilly hands began to knead his back.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Mmmm," Harry hummed into Neville's mouth, and then he edged his hand into the opening of the pants.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">It suddenly dawned on him he never touched Neville's penis before, either erect or soft, and the feel of the undiscovered country in the palm of his hand made him quiver. Neville did not protest. In fact, he took a half step back while Harry played around in his pants. The thin fabric of the underpants did little to obscure the feel of the hard, hot organ. Harry all but wrapped his hand around it and squeeze again.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Oh, Weiss!" Neville muttered into his mouth.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The sudden burst of activity following the quiet exclamation almost stunned Harry. Neville pulled his hands free and then pushed Harry's jacket off. Harry let it fall. The long, strong fingers of quiet young man then fumbled with the snap and zipper on Harry's pants. Before his knew it, Neville began to shove the pants down, and Harry found himself completely in favor of the freedom. One of Neville's hands latched onto his hard cock, and the contact made him shiver. Harry did not waste time, and repeated Neville's actions. Soon their pants slid down to their knees as they gasped each others erections.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>This feels so good," Neville said in a low voice as he tugged on the hard willy in his hand.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Neville..." Harry began but the ready and slightly rough ministrations of his boyfriend robbed him of words.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I want more," said the teenager bringing pleasure to Harry.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">It staggered Harry with delight when Neville slowly sank to his knees. He never let go of the hard piece of meat. Once on his knees, Neville licked Harry's stiff member from base to head. Harry's body vibrated. With a complete lack of artistry or skill, Neville plunged his head down and sucked Harry into a world of pleasure. It did not matter to Harry one whit that Neville sometimes scraped his skin with teeth, the boy gave it his absolutely best effort and it pleased Harry to no end. The novice sucked and slurped his way up and down the shaft. He nibbled on the head. A solid attempt to use his tongue ensued. In short, Harry would never again think of Neville as a breeder as no heterosexual could sup on a dick like that. Several minutes passed while the young man seemed to get lost in bringing enjoyment to Harry, and Harry started to wonder who pleasured whom. The interesting aspect arrived in the fact Harry felt his climax start to tingle in his scrotum.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>My turn," he said after forcing Neville's head backward, and then crouching down on the hard, stone floor.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Neville appeared slightly irritated as he stood. Thus, Harry decided one thing would change his mind. For months he stared at Neville's penis and thought it one of the most beautiful he ever saw. He moved with deliberate slowness as his head descended. His lips touched the very top of the head. As he went down, Harry slid the foreskin back so the head became exposed.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span>"</span><span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Oh, god," Neville warbled a word Harry never heard him utter as hands clamped onto the side of his head. The teenager's hips bucked a little.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry got a startling revelation as he realized the time waiting for a truly intimate moment with his boyfriend heightened the experience. As Neville's erection slid in an out of Harry's mouth, he made note of every detail: the smooth texture of the skin, the veins hid beneath the layer of foreskin, the slope of the head, the edge of the glans, the thicker middle of the shaft, and even the way the pubic hair tickled nose and chin. Harry loved the way Neville's hips shook each time he swallowed the entire length of the organ. With his left hand he began to caress the scrotum, one sparsely covered in short hairs. The ovoids contained within the sack felt about four centimeters long and rather plump. Harry rolled one around in his fingers, and Neville let out a grunting sound. After two minutes of sucking and toying with the nuggets, he saw how the scrotum began to shrink and the testes retracted to the base.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Getting close, huh?" Harry asked after he forced himself to back off, and it proved a willful struggle.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Core..." Neville panted the expression he picked up from Ron. "Close... yeah, close."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry saw the way in which the rock-hard pecker in front of his face bobbed in time to Neville's heartbeat. He thought the standing teenager still might ejaculate. Fortunately, as the seconds moved on, the motion slowed.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry?" Neville asked with the name.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry seized Neville's hand and pulled him down into a sitting position on the cool, dirty floor. It seemed appropriate given the young man's love of all things that grew in the soil. Moreover, Harry thought the entire setting suited their first real sexual encounter with one another. As soon as Neville situated himself, Harry swooped in for a kiss. Their mouths met and they renewed the waltz of the tongues. Neville truly enjoyed a good, deep kiss, and that thrilled Harry to no end. A meaningful, solid kiss spoke to Harry better than many other forms of affection. For several minutes they luxuriated in the taste of one another. When they slowly broke apart, he saw the flush in the longer face, and the enormous smile.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry, I was think maybe we should go upstairs," Neville quietly said.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Why?" Harry asked and glanced around. "Who's going to interrupt us in here on a Sunday?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>No one... I think."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>And who'd interrupt us up in the room? Holy toads, Neville, they'd join in!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville appeared shocked.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Unless you want it to turn into scrum," he responded to the look and considered the possibilities. It could prove interesting to see how Neville would react to getting snogged by four boys at once.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Um... no, not really... not this time," his boyfriend demurely stated. "But here?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I think it's special in here, Neville," Harry told him. "Greenhouses will always remind me of you. It just feels so... alive in here. It's where things grow."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Wait. So you weren't joking: this place really did get you going?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You being in here, a place that sort of defines you, is what got me going, Neville. You look so sexy in those coveralls!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville threw his head back and started laughing.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I'm serious, you know?" Harry responded in a slightly annoyed tone.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville's left hand rose and caressed his face while he said: "I'm not laughing at you, Harry. I just never thought this place, of all places... and coveralls to boot would make me appealing to anyone. You do realize I spent a lot of time hiding away form people in here?"</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>And it's time for you to stop doing that, but I remember so well when you asked me to go to the dance."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>That was in greenhouse two. This is number three."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry grinned and rolled his eyes.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Sorry," Neville quipped and his cheeks grew spots of red.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You are so handsome when you blush," Harry said and slipped a hand around Neville's neck. "I'd been dreaming about you all year. What to hear something, I guess, amazing?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville nodded.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>When I saw you in that the trap under the water, it didn't surprise me. It seemed... natural. Right. It told me what I already knew: I was falling in love with you. At the start of the year I never would've guessed you'd be my heart's desire, but here you are, and I'm so happy it turned out to be you, Neville."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">His statements got rewarded by a new kiss, and this time he felt even more passion in Neville's lips. Harry slipped his other arm around the teenager who captured his heart and drew him in close. His butt ground against the floor, but he did not care. Everything about the moment seemed to go according to a plan he never dreamed possible. Harry's body thrummed as his emotions got more involved. Part of him feared falling in love because he saw too often what happened to other students when they could not sustain the relationship. He hoped he could learn from them. Moreover, Harry never wanted to hurt Neville who deserved real love more than any boy he knew. He kissed him with greater urgency.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry," Neville breathed his name when the separated so they could properly breathe.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Neville," Harry said the name in the same manner.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville started to lower himself, but Harry made him wait while he re-positioned his body. In the back of his mind he knew they would not turn back from the point of no return on this round. Once in the correct spot, Harry sank down. Neville appeared to understand what got accomplished, and he continued to lower his upper torso and head. Each scooted along the ground to get in better position. When they reached the optimal configuration, they commenced.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry wanted to sing when he felt Neville suck in his pecker, but his mouth got filled with a hard willy. They achieved one of Harry's favorite positions for one of his favorite acts. Pleasing a boy who pleased him at the same time bordered on mystical to Harry. He knew all about the symbolism involved, yet the actual practice took on greater meaning when it came from an emotional place. He felt his fingers tingle as the magics in his body reacted to everything in going on in his heart and mind. Moment by moment he felt transported into a special world where only he and Neville existed. He wanted to stay there as long as possible.</span></span></p> <p> <span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>The moment did take over. Harry wrapped his right arm around Neville's thigh and pulled himself in tight against Neville's crotch. The cock in his mouth got buried to the root. He heard his boyfriend make a muffled moaning sound. Then Neville tried to do the same, but only partially succeeded. Harry knew he possessed an average size erection, something over</span></span></span></span><span> </span><span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>which he remained fiercely proud, but knew Neville would need a lot more experience before could reach that achievement. However, he loved the attempt. It spurred him to use all his skills to please Neville.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Time after time Harry could think of nothing more than bringing Neville the most pleasure he could. He thought nothing of his own wants as he worked on the stiff pole of flesh enveloped by his mouth. Harry licked and sucked and tickled with his lips and tongue over every square millimeter. A few times he supped on the tightened scrotum of his boyfriend, an act that made Neville's entire body squirm. At some point Harry grabbed onto Neville's buttock and pulled. He felt the firm mounds, and their firmness spoke volumes to Harry, clench a bit in reaction. A smile curled his lips. He let his fingers dance around crevice. It took only a moment to find the puckered hole.</span></span></p> <p> <span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It came quite natural to Harry to want to probe an anus with his fingers, so he did. In five seconds Neville's entire body became</span></span></span></span><span> </span><span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>rigid when he started to wiggle his digit against the opening. Five more seconds later Harry's mouth got flooded with the best juice he could imagine. Neville exploded into orgasm, and he came close to biting Harry's erection. Neville filled his mouth, and Harry greedily gulped it down. The smells of the body pressed against his face mixed with those of the greenhouse and alchemy took place in Harry's brain. An image of the two of them locked together in a field of grass and heather as they reached a new plateau of bliss almost seemed a reality. Harry sucked</span></span></span></span><span> </span><span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>as much of Neville's pulsing organ as deeply into his maw as he could.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Oh, Harry... Harry," Neville heaved out his name a minute later. "Harry... it's making me crazy..."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">With almost a sense of regret Harry released Neville's spent tool from his clutches. As soon as it worked free of his mouth, Neville set upon on Harry's rigid pecker. It disappeared into the shy young man's face. Harry leaned back a little and closed his eyes. He tried to picture exactly what they looked like as they lay upon the floor reveling in one another. He could see the side of Neville's head, all wavy-haired with a delicately shape ears, leading down to a jaw with muscles flexing as he performed. Neville again made up for lack of skill with total enthusiasm. He learned a few tricks from Harry, and employed them. The sensation in Harry's groin grew increasingly intense, yet he focused on something entirely different. He could not believe his luck that Neville wanted him regardless of the trouble accompanying Harry's life. He did not doubt for a moment Neville truly held strong feelings for him. Thus, when Neville got around to inserting a finger into Harry's ass, it set him off like a rocket.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The intensity of Harry's orgasm became staggering. It caused a flash of brilliant light to ignite behind his eyelids. His head dropped back and a feral growl ripped out of his mouth as his hips bolted and lurched. He could not stop them from rising upward as what felt like gallons of semen erupted out of his cock. It felt as though someone reached up inside of him any squeezed all of his internal organs at the same time. A vague awareness he grunted and possibly howled reached Harry's ears. Through it all, his mind latched onto the fact Neville caused the reaction him. His heart turned to mush and his feelings for Neville expanded. Following what seemed like an hour of exquisite torture, his climax receded. His body slumped. Harry heard a chuckle.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Brilliant," Neville quietly said. "That was brilliant."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You... were... brilliant," Harry repeated.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>And that tasted better than I ever dreamed."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry lifted his sweating face and grinned at Neville who smiled like a Cheshire cat. Light played on the wetness on his lips, and it appeared a Renaissance painting in Harry's mind. The two young now lovers stared at one another. Harry felt sheer amazement sweep through him at the nature of Neville's gaze. He felt slightly unworthy.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry?" Neville asked with his name.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Never had anyone look at me like you do. Not sure I deserve it," he honestly replied.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I'm feeling rather the same."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry knew his face turned pink as he felt the heat rise up his neck.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What're you blushing about?" Neville inquired and his smirk grew wide again.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I wasn't even looking for a boyfriend, Neville, and then you... I keep asking myself why me when you could've had anyone. Seriously, anyone, Neville."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville paused for a few moments and his face became more solemn.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry," he said in a low voice. "Do you treat me any different that you do you the rest of the boys."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>A little. I mean, I more worried about what you think and feel than the others. Why?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I keep telling you this, and you really need to believe me, but no one else does that with me. Ron and Dean and Séamus'll talk to me, but it's only social. I can't quite say when I first noticed, but you started to care about me as a person, Harry. Maybe not like you do now, but it changed and I could feel it. So you're wrong, in case you don't know it."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Wrong about what?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Me getting anyone I wanted. Maybe it works that way for you, but not for me. A person has to get noticed by another person first, see them... something in them, and you're the only one who's done that with me. Think you ask yourself why? I think that a million times a day about you," Neville said, and it sounded like raw emotions bubbled under the surface of his words.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Neville, come on!" Harry responded in mild disbelief at what he heard and saw. "You're a brilliant, handsome, caring bloke who'd do anyone proud to be with. It's as obvious as the glasses on my nose!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">A smile, but a sad one, tripped across Neville's mouth. When two tears raced down Neville's cheeks, Harry got concerned. He scuttled over to his boyfriend, a feat given his pants stayed wrapped around his ankles, and threw his arms around Neville.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What'd I say? I'm sorry, Neville. I'm truly sorry!" He rambled as fast as he could.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Don't be. You only said the things I wanted to hear from anyone since I came here. You may thinks it's obvious, but I don't even see that in myself... and I can't figure out for the life of me why you can," the somewhat distraught young man intoned.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">For the first time in his young life, Harry understood something. He felt as though he matured a small amount in that second. He also realized Neville's words reflected what many people likely thought of themselves, including him. Society taught them to focus on the negatives about their lives. Society taught them to trust the judgments of others before their own. Society would admonish anyone who took even the slightest bit of pride in their real achievements. It made him think of Ass Cleft and Diktor, both accomplished in their own right and people he greatly admired. He studied the tear-streaked face of the boy he honestly grew to love over the preceding months because Neville simply acted as himself and accepted Harry for himself.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>We do this ourselves, you know?" He slowly began. "Somehow we learn to look at only what we think is shit about ourselves and what we what envy in other people... what we wish we could be. You think I'm brave when I never believed that. I think you're kind and caring and smart, and you can't see that I'm right. Neville, I don't believe or say those things `cause I'm trying to trick you: it's what I honestly believe and think. It's... my reality of you."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville lowered his head to Harry's shoulder and began to cry. Harry held him tight. He never expected their first sexual foray would lead to an unveiling of emotions and thoughts that extended far beyond what they held for each other. It seemed perverse for the moment, but Harry felt a swell of empathy for Lord Holdequart, a person's who twisted body led to a twisted life filled with hate and revenge. Harry wondered what path Tom Widdle's life would follow if someone early on showed him genuine concern and love without regard to his perceived deformity. It caused Harry to embrace his boyfriend even tighter. It made him fear what society could almost unwittingly do to a person and the destruction it wrought.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I will never lie to you about anything I feel or think about you, Neville," he said to the quaking form. "I owe you the truth, even when it might hurt you. You deserve so much better than what you got. I might only be a poor substitute, but I will do my damnedest by you. I swear that much."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville struggled against Harry's embrace, and he loosened it. Neville lifted his face, eyes red and puffy, and nose a little snotty. A hard gleam entered his eyes.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Don't make promises you can't keep, Harry Potter," Neville warned him in a voice grown coarse. "You said we shouldn't tell each other what we think the other person wants to hear. Is that what you're doing right now?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry gaped at Neville. Neville, despite his current condition, held his gaze. He did not blink or waver. Never in his life did Harry feel as tested as he did in that moment.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Maybe I'm trying to be a better person, Neville. I don't understand relationships like we've got. I think I know how it got started, maybe not why, and I don't know where it goes from here," he began a somewhat muddle response. "All I can see right now is you're feeling pain, and I want to help make it go away. I know that pain, Neville. I've felt it. I felt it `til I came here. I think... think I'm asking you to trust me. I won't be a perfect boyfriend, Merlin knows I won't, but I at least want to try to be a good one. Does that make sense?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville nodded.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>And the same goes for you. I'm really not expecting more from you than you can give me. You have to believe me about that. And you have to believe me that I fell for all of you; not just the brilliant and caring and handsome parts."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry felt his face harden a bit as he watched Neville process what he said. More thoughts stampeded through his brain. He decided to add more to what he said.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Just for the record: I know you're not a perfect person, Neville," Harry said and a small grin played on his face. "You've got flaws, just like me. You get pushy when you think you're right and I'm wrong. You can use silence as a weapon at times. You hide down here instead of telling the world to fuck off like you should. My eyesight mightn't be good, but I'm not blind."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Some of the darkness in Neville's face broke, and he smiled.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Thanks, Harry. I did need to hear that," he said in his gentle manner. "I kept wondering if you got the wrong idea of me. What you were saying earlier didn't sound anything like the real me. Least ways I know now you're not entirely fooling yourself about who I am."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Neville," Harry whispered the name and leaned in closer. "Part of what I love about you is your secret arrogance. It's where some of your strength comes from."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry, you talk in your sleep and you snore," Neville rejoined. "I know you're not fond of kippers with their eyes in `cause you think they can see you cutting into them."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What? Neville!"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I'm not the one who said it, mate: you did!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>The mood shifted, but in a weirdly wonderful manner. Harry looked at Neville and he saw Neville. Nothing changed, yet it seemed different. He liked the difference. The glamour from their moment of intense intimacy and profound interpersonal revelations fell away. Harry simply saw Neville Longbottom, and he realized yet again how much he truly liked the teenager. He felt the love, but the like suddenly seemed far more important.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What?" Neville asked.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Got a question for you, Neville, and you need to really, really think about it before you answer. Okay?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville nodded.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Right, so here goes," and Harry steeled himself. "Neville, do you honestly like me as a person? And I mean as a person who you'd kick around with even if there wasn't a promise of sex and snogging and cuddling and all that?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville opened his mouth, and Harry quickly held up a finger. He truly wanted a thoughtful answer and not just a knee-jerk one. Neville stared at him and slowly squinted his eyes. The scrutiny intensified, and Harry began to wonder if he erred in asking such an important question. However, he managed to survive the Merscots, and he doubted Neville would chop him into chum at the moment.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You know what? I do like you," Neville said. "And I mean I like you as a friend. I would hang around with you even if we didn't try to share the same bed each night."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">He sighed, Neville snickered, and then Harry said: "I think I know what we really need to do. I think no matter what else happens between us we should always try to be friends first. Does that sound okay?"</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yeah, but why? Where'd you get this notion all of sudden?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It just sort of hit me, but now that I think about it, I remember what some of my mum and dad's friend said about them. They said my mum and her lady Lyra stayed friends even though they loved each other, and my dad and Sirius did the same. They all lived together after I was born, and they worked at staying friends: mum with Lyra and dad with Sirius. I didn't get why my godfather told me that, but I do now. I think he was trying to get me ready for a moment like this."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Never heard it put like that, but it makes a lot of sense," Neville said while one side of his mouth crooked upward in thought. "So it's friends first and boyfriends second?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Something like that, but they sort of go together. If my mum and dad got it right, we need to like each other all the time," Harry said as he continued to think through what he said. "How many times have you seen two guys get together, act like they're madly in love, and then hate each other month later? I think it's `cause they forgot to like each other first."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Then we did it, right, didn't we? We got to know each other and like each other first."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yeah, plus we tossed off a lot," Harry reminded him.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Like friends do," Neville quipped with what sounded like absolute certainty.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry burst out laughing, and Neville quickly joined in the amusement. Of everything that transpired in the greenhouse late on that Sunday morning, Harry immediately began to sense the talk about being friends might be the most important. For a brief moment he felt more mature than his years. However, he laughed with all the gusto of a fourteen-year old.</span></span></p> </div></div>
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Harry Potter and the Loo of Desire Chapter 11 This work is a parody of J.K Rowling's Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, and it is not endorsed by either J.K. Rowling or her publishers. As a parody, this work is protected under the Fair Use Doctrine. The characterizations in this work deviate significantly from the original, and this does not imply these characterizations exist in the original work. The author received no financial compensation or endorsements for the production of this work. All characters in this story are fictional. This story depicts sexual acts between consenting minor males. This story is meant for entertainment purposes only and in no way reflects reality. Please be aware of local laws or ordinances that may prohibit the reading of such material. Comments regarding the story may be sent to dricshae(at)gmail(dot)com Please support Nifty with donations if able. DONATE HERE (A Parody) Chapter 11: A Battle for the Heart's Desire Despite the amazing time he spent with Ass Cleft and Diktor, Harry told no one. He wanted to savor the memories on his own without others asking for sordid details, details he grandly remembered, or making unnecessary and unwanted commentary. The two tournament champions, he understood, gave him a special gift for special reasons. He viewed not as something to be worn out in the open like a medal where time and weather would tarnish it. A week later a note arrived from Foul stating Ass Cleft told her about the devious conditions of the challenge, and that Ass Cleft told her he informed her at Harry's behest. It never thanked him, but Harry knew it to be such a note. It did not matter, Ass Cleft and Diktor provided more than enough thanks. Another week passed and life resumed it's normal monotony, although the students started to talk about the upcoming challenge with greater frequency. Early excitement began to mount. In the meanwhile, Ron carried on with dating Diktor over the objections of both Albus Dumbledore and Igor Krackhead. Dean switched boyfriends yet again. Séamus updated his secret list of sexual liaisons. He managed to keep it secret by writing it in a mishmash of English, Gaelic, and Latin, and then using a confundus spell on it. Neville and Harry continued to share meals together and time on their beds studying or talking. Only when no one seemed likely to interrupt them did they haul out their tadgers and whack them about. They never touched one another for reasons neither expressed. However, Harry loved the feel of Neville's body next to his. "See this plant here?" Neville said and pointed to a picture in his book one afternoon. "It's called the mudskipper's wart." The picture showed a nasty looking, irregularly shaped green tendrils covered over with what appeared to be small clumps of mud. Harry made a face at it. "Some fish eat this so they can climb up on land to forage or go find another body of water. It somehow gives them oxygen in the blood to help them survive out of water," Neville told him and never mentioned Harry's expression. "This says a person who catches a fish on land that ate mudskipper's wart and then eats the fish raw will be able to breath underwater for hours. It's a reversal effect." Harry scanned the text, grinned, and asked: "Oh, and where can we find the fish crawling around on land?" "Says here... in Tanzania at Lake Rukwa. Not very close, is it?" Neville read and commented. "Not really." The normally shy young man threw him a fake frown. "Think you might be up for some fugu, Harry? Puffer fish?" "Why?" Harry cautiously inquired. "Well, I read once that Japanese mahōtsukai..." Neville said the word in an effortless manner, and Harry's mouth fell open in astonishment. "Oh, quit it. It's what the Japanese called their witches and wizards." "Right, yeah, because everyone knows that and how to pronounce it in Japanese like they've been speaking the bleeding language all their lives," Harry sarcastically replied through a smirk. "You're jealousy is showing, Harry," Neville teased him in return. Harry bumped his shoulder against his friend and fought back the urge to pin him to the bed and cover Neville's face with kisses. "Anyway, a mahōtsukai can make sushi out of fugu, leaving in the poison, and then make you a zombie for a short while that can survive under water." "And afterwards? Do they bring me back to life?" "Can't quite remember if the book said they did," Neville mumbled as he focused on some invisible spot. "I think I might need to be alive to be declared the winner. And why'd you think of that anyway?" Neville shrugged and said: "Just thought the Merscots might not attack you if you're already dead... or at least mostly." Harry thought about the answer for a moment and started to laugh. "Come on, Harry, I'm trying to think of something to help you," the quiet Gryffindor exclaimed. Harry leaned in a little harder against Neville, and Neville seemed to subconsciously respond in kind. A myriad of dirty thoughts ran through Harry's head that made his pants uncomfortable. "I think it just goes to show how tricky of problem this is if it forces you off the runners," Harry responded through his chuckling. "You can say that again. Every time I think of a new tactic, I immediately find five reasons why it won't work. It always comes down to, one, there's too many of them; two, working underwater is rough and a lot of spells dissipate in water; and three, you've got to both fight and hold onto something... in case whatever your heart's desire is is big. There's no single simple solution for this. At least not like you found with the dragon." "Trust me, Neville: that was not a simple solution," Harry said. "There were a lot steps involved." "I keep trying to break down this challenge, but I never know if I'm right. Get one thing wrong, and you're Merscot chum," Neville stated in a dour manner. "It just won't do to have anything happen to you... or any of the champions. Dumbledore can be such a git sometimes." While he liked to hear Neville list him first, the studious young man also raised and interesting notion: "Neville, that's it! All we have to do is think like Dumbledore to solve this." "That's not going to easy, Harry. Dumbledore is a genius, and he also completely mental. I think his brain works like twisting a corkscrew through Swiss cheese: it's full of turns and holes." Harry burst out laughing at the analogy because he thought it rang absolutely true. Neville snickered as well, but then added: "Simple and Dumbledore just don't go together." That subdued the amusement since it held more truth than the first statement. Harry shifted around on the bed. His mind kept showing him images of Neville naked with an erection even though Harry never witnessed that specific combination; just the individual pieces at different times. It caused his willy to be in a constant state of various degrees of stiffness. Furthermore, the improbable notion they could outwit the headmaster dimmed his spirits. Facing off against a crazed genius would be daunting, and it proved the reason why the ancient wizard made a good foil for Lord Holdequart. "Maybe we don't have to out-think Dumbledore," Harry mumbled. "Maybe we just need to see where his game is leading and bend the rules a little. "You mean cheat?" Neville inquired in a semi-caustic fashion. "No, I mean... look, we got called before the committee to answer questions about the dragon butt-plug, and Dumbledore got pretty bent out of shape that George helped me crack it." "I don't care what anyone says about Fred and George: they're bleeding brilliant," the intelligent teenager intoned. "Ron seems to be the odd man out in that regard... not that I'm knocking your best mate, Harry, but... well, consider Charlie and Percy. I heard Bill was quite a good student, too." "And so is Giney. Don't forget her," Harry remember the youngest of the Weasley clan. "But you know something, Ron's got other qualities his brothers and sister don't have. He's a great bloke to have around in a pinch when things go really, really sour. He panics in the most amazing ways, and it's usually pretty helpful." "You just can't see anything bad in people, huh?" "Ask me about Malfoy or Holdequart. Neville, I know bad when I see it, I just don't dwell on it. People like that usually dig their own graves after a while. You just have to give them room, a shovel, and time to do it," Harry explained his thinking. Neville let his head lean over against Harry's and said: "I really could've used a friend like you when I was younger. My Gran, she's good to me, but... she never saw much in me. Thought I was a squab for the longest time. Then the whole breeder thing." "You are no squab, Mister Longbottom. A late bloomer, sure. I mean, look at you now compared to when we first got here. You're turning into a fine piece of man! The boys are starting to look at you in a different way," Harry said in a low voice. "Shut it, Harry. No one looks at me like that. I'm just that kid who hangs out at the greenhouses or sitting in the corner. I'm nothing special," Neville said and lifted his head. Harry turned his face and saw a slightly sad expression on his friend. Once again he fought the urge to pull Neville to him and kiss him until he thought differently, but he still could not get a read on what Neville actually felt toward him. Once again, the friendship seemed too precious to waste on an ill-timed advance. "That's where you're wrong, Neville. That's where you're very wrong," Harry said instead. In potions class at the end of the week, Harry decided to call in more reinforcements. Professor Snape tended to start the weekend early, normally on Thursday morning, and by Friday he would crumple into a corner to get ready for the evening. Thus, the class found their assignment written sloppily on a blackboard and an unconscious professor lying half way into the supply closest. "The git was probably drinking petrol," Ron commented as he wrote down the exercise for the day and page number where they would find the recipe in the textbook. "Probably not strong enough for him. Bet he was sucking the poison from the basilisk fangs down in the Chamber," Hermione rumbled. Harry and Ron started giggling at the nastiness of her remark. "For someone who couldn't see straight and could barely write the assignment down, he sure picked wicked potion for us to brew. Look at the ingredients and steps!" The smartest of the three griped. When they finally did look at the recipe, their faces fell. The recipe called for sixteen separate ingredients, and each needed to prepared in a specific and unique manner. It also included a rare incantation to be spoken over the brew while it boiled. None of them thought they could finish by the end of the class. However, Hermione cracked her knuckles, popped her elbows and shoulders, and glared at her friends to get them start working. Harry and Ron divided the ingredients list and began to hunt for them along with the rest of students. "Ugh, this is disgusting," Ron whined when he began to grind leprechaun toenails into a fine powder. "Just don't inhale the dust. The books says it can cause toadstools grow in your sinuses," Hermione warned and then gave a glare at Susan Bones who also ground toenails for their team. "Say, Hermione, speaking of leprechauns, did you give any thought to the Merscots I told you about?" Harry inelegantly changed the subject. "I told you about them. Plus, you're the champion, so it's your task and not mine," she rebuked him. He nodded his head and said in the bland voice: "I supposed you're right. Silly me for thinking you like tricky puzzles. Guess you're not up for this one." The growl that drifted out of Hermione would scare a werewolf, Harry thought, but he maintained his composure and continued to rub the kudzu leaves into little pills. Susan backed up a step and grabbed the laddle. "And what's that supposed to mean?" She asked, or rather demanded. "Nothing. I thought this was one of those times where you'd really like to prove yourself. But I suppose if you're not actively involved, you probably don't think you need to measure up to the test." Across the table Harry saw Ron's eyebrows creep ever northward until he looked like a dahu falling down the side of mountain after a misstep. Harry let the edge of his mouth twitch into a smirk to show he spoke as did with intention. Ron shook his head a little. "I know what your doing, Harry, and it won't work. I've got my studies to attend to and not your stupid challenge. Go and read your own books about the history of the Merscots and why they went down there in the first place!" Hermione stated in an increasingly tense voice. Harry, however, realized he got what he wanted. She gave him a place to re-start his planning. Unfortunately it meant going back to the library. When he left off pestering her, Ron appeared more than relieved. They spent the rest of the class trying to finish their potion. Someone sent around the deadpool sheet on when Séamus would cause an explosion. Harry bet a half a galleon it would happen right when the potion started to boil and Séamus forgot the incantation. Twenty minutes later while adding fermented swamp water, Séamus cauldron blasted across the room and hit the wall with incredible force. It also sounded like a gong, and that woke Snape. The students immediately ducked down under their desks. They all knew the more knackered the professor, the better his aim with very heavy objects. Once the barrage of flying potion supplies ended and Snape fell back into his stupor, Padma Patil collected her winnings. Following the careful transfer of their potion to a vial and attaching a label with their names at the end of class, Harry did not travel with Hermione and Ron. He asked them to apologize to Neville for him and headed for the library. Along the way he stopped in the boys restroom to relieve himself only to find Dennis Creevey and Jimmy Peakes in the midst of stripping off their clothing. "Want to join in, Harry?" Dennis offered with a hopeful note in his voice. Jimmy dropped his trousers and then to his knees, and all but inhaled Dennis' swelling member. Harry stepped up to a urinal, unzipped his pants and hauled out his penis, and sighed a little as he started to pee. Then he looked over at Dennis who stared directly at his organ. "I love to, but can't. Got tournament research to do... unless you want to spend the rest of the afternoon with me looking up the history of the Snogwarts' loch!" Harry cleverly declined. "Ah, no," Dennis declined the counter-offer while he placed his hands on either side of Jimmy's head. "Already sort of started, see, and I'd hate to disappoint Jimmy." "Come on, Dennis, it'll be loads of fun. We can ask Madam Pince to find the books for us and watch her get all upset and call us lazy," Harry started to tease the young Gryffindor who began to thrust his hips forward. "And we can talk real loud and get the shushers to shush us. Plus there will be oodles and oodles of reading we'll get to do. It'll keep us busy `til midnight!" "You've been hanging out with Granger and Longbottom too often," Dennis said in a slightly disappointed tone. "You'd rather do that than let Jimmy clean your sausage?" "I like dick," Jimmy mumbled from below. "We all do, kid... well, most of the boys at any rate. Sorry, but I really can't join you. You just enjoy yourselves," Harry gamely responded while shaking the last drops from his willy and putting it away. "Oh, we will. Gonna try that position you showed me. Jimmy don't know what he's in for," Dennis cackled in merry voice. "Yes, I do," Jimmy yelled from below. "No, you don't! You weren't even there..." Dennis rounded on the second-year working on his erection. Harry finished washing his hands, chuckled at the inane argument because he knew what Jimmy faced, grabbed a paper towel, and headed out of the lavatory. A burst of laughter from Dennis followed him. Harry never understood why first and second years enjoyed using the bathrooms for sex. He smirked at the memory of the countless trysts he carried out in all the boy's bathrooms, two of the girl's bathrooms, and the teacher's loo by the end of his second year. In his third year, empty classrooms and the common room became all the rage. It made him wonder what caused the change in tastes over time. "Madam Pince, would Merscots be listed under magical creatures, magical beings in general, or specialized races?" He asked the woman when it became his turn. "Mister Potter, you are aware of the catalog system and the catalog books, are you not?" She hissed at him, and he thought for good reason. "I know, I know. I forget because you are so knowledgeable about every volume in the library. And I must say you keep one of the neatest libraries I've ever had the pleasure to visit," he laid the compliment on thick. "Been to many libraries, have you?" Madam Pince asked and clearly doubted him. "Actually, I have. Grew up with muggles and went to a muggle primer school with one. We had a local branch of the Oxford system in Little Whinging where we lived. I got sent there a lot. Plus my aunt and uncle would often drop me off at a library wherever we were so they could spend more time with Dudley. So I've seen my share," he told her the truth. Madam Pince appeared absolutely stunned by his response. "Ever been to a muggle library?" Harry inquired of her when she continued to blink at him. "Once, near the Ministry of Magic. Can you believe the books don't sort and rack themselves in those places? It must be like slave labor for those muggle librarians!" The woman stated and did not hide her disdain. "Can you believe I once thought that was normal?" The librarian and the student regarded one another for a long moment. "Specialized races, non-fiction, non-spell reference, row K, right side, third shelf up, the author is Liliput Lougates," Madam Pince rambled at him. "It's one of the better volumes containing information on rare species hardly any student ever checks out." "Thank you," Harry sincerely replied. "Normal you say? Poor child," the head library witch said before he walked away. "I'm getting over it." Her face broke into a rare grin for two seconds, and then vanished as if it never existed. The Snogwarts library looked and smelled exactly like Harry thought a magical library should. The racking shelves, made ages ago of dense wood stained dark by time, rose high above the floor for at least six meters. A ladder that would move to the correct section when asked stood at the ready. The air veritably hung heavy with dust, stray magic, and the smell of aged and rotting leather and parchment. Some books got chained to the shelves so they would not escape. Hermione once told him the library actually connected to hundreds of thousands if not millions of other libraries through something called the el-space, and a hyper-intelligent primate oversaw the main focal library. She tried to explain the pan-dimensional nature of the el-space, but it became too complicated for Harry to absorb. Instead, he learned only what he needed to navigate through the school library. Harry went to to the section specified by the librarian, and crouched down a little to scan the third shelf on the right side. The books got ordered by author for some reason, and he traveled backward through the alphabet until he got to the Ls. It did not take much to find the tome. "On Races Unseen and Unknown," Harry whispered aloud the title, then he bristled. "If they're unseen and unknown how the bloody hell can you write about them?" Sometimes witches and wizards tried to be too clever, and Harry included himself in that regard. He grabbed the book and headed for a table. Along the way eyes followed him. He could tell the students owning the eyes wanted him to make some sort of sound offensive to the library rules. It apparently acted as sustenance for them and gave their lives purpose. "Get a life," he mumbled to one of the shushers. "Shh!" He grinned at the absurdity of the exchange, found a table, and sat down. Fear always greeted him when he deigned to open a volume he never touched before. Books regarding magic and the wizarding world tended to follow no prescribed order. Indices and table of contents often proved unreliable at best. Harry once saw a table of contents that used the lyrics of children's song as the entries. Hence, he expected the worst when he opened the cover and moved past the fontispiece. "He... she actually used a map of Salzburg from sixteen-ten," Harry muttered at the page with a label stating table of contents. Beneath that he saw a publication date of nineteen-twenty-eight. As he studied the map, he noticed the street names did not appear normal. He bent his head down and squinted. Inside the lines of the streets, the author actually listed the contents of the book and the corresponding page numbers. It took Harry over fifteen minutes to scan the entire map and find the chapter he wanted. He flipped to the section and began reading. Harry read and he read, and he never dreamed he did not fib to Dennis earlier in the afternoon. Hours slipped by as he tried to find some bit of information he could use. A single paragraph suddenly leaped out at him. As true for most land-bound Scots, Merscots are wildly sentimental. This has nothing to do with taking refuge in the waters to fend off the Britons, Gaels, Norse, or Romans; for therein lay the reason regarding their terrible disposition. They do not hold sentiment for the loss of their legs since those would serve no purpose under the waves. Like all Scots, Merscots pin to their hearts their family, their clan, and their heritage. It is within the food they share at a table. It is found in the water they breathe with kith and kin. It lies within the hardships and triumphs common among them. Play for them on the bladderpipes My Ass Done Grown Wide on the Bounty of Thy Hearth in All the Months of the Year that Tarries and Passes as I Lay Weeping and Remembering All and they will pause -- man, woman, child, young, or old -- to wipe a tear from their eyes (if indeed they can cry at all) and lose themselves in a moment of reverie. "There's no song titled that!" Harry loudly declared to himself. He got severely shushed from several corners. Ten minutes later he sat looking at the sheet music. Madam Pince also told Harry a recording of the song resided in the stacks, and he could play it whenever he chose so long as he played it far away from the library. By looking at the music, he could see why. Far too many notes lined the staves. It seemed to be written for several people to play at once on numerous instruments, or perhaps by a magicked orchestra. The song itself ran for twenty-seven pages of music, lyrics included below the bar graphs. As he scanned the words, Harry felt his gorge rise. It surpassed sentimentality by leaps and bounds. The song read as if someone attempted to make a literal musical translation of treacle. "This is awful!" "Shhhh!" "Stuff it," Harry replied in a knee-jerk reaction. He got a giggle in response. Harry then went about using a duplication spell, allowed for books and existing works, to create a copy of the relevant passages from On Races Unseen and Unknown and the song, My Ass Done Grown Wide on the Bounty of Thy Hearth in All the Months of the Year that Tarries and Passes as I Lay Weeping and Remembering All. Once he returned the book to the shelf where he found it, a habit borne of his muggle days, Harry went to Madam Pince to get the recording. She brought back what appeared to be a regular vinyl record in a jacket, but a closer inspection showed it be something else. Harry signed out the recording with a dire warning to never play the record within one hundred feet of library. Harry agreed, and then abruptly got asked to leave. As he started his trek back to the Gryffindor tower, he paused in a hallway, looked at his notes and copied sheets, and then asked himself a very pertinent question: "What are bladderpipes?" Fortune toyed with him the next day as he sat in Professor Flitwick's charms classes and waited for it to end. They worked on a new spell, and the sight of Séamus wearing muggle fire-resistant gear on his head constantly distracted him. Of course, it saved Séamus eyebrows and hair. Fourth year charms seemed to Harry at least three times more difficult than third year. Moreover, Flitwick displayed more of his real nature. Students often left his class in a distressing state that often took hours to remedy. Harry waited for the class to end and did not depart with Hermione; Ron took the course during a separate period. When the class emptied, he watched as the stubby little man glanced around, stick a hand down the back of his pants and fart like a centaur. He then smelled his hand. "Ew, awful," Harry muttered. "Ah!" Flitwick shouted and pointed his wand at Harry. "Sorry, professor, but I I need you advice," Harry told the man. Flitwick glanced around as if checking for other students and said: "You, ah, didn't see much of anything, did you?" "No, nothing," he lied. "Good. Now what is it that you need?" "I've got this record and I need some help making it... usable for me." "Let me see." Harry left the student gallery and walked down to the tiny man. Flitwick lifted a hand and made it appear accidental when he grabbed Harry's crotch. Harry did not respond. Once the tiny wizard got a good feel, the man took the pages. "Ech!" The professor made a retching sound. "Where'd you find this old lay?" "In the library while doing some research. I've got a recording of it if you want..." "No, Potter, I do not want to hear it. I listened to it once as a child, forced by my father, and that was enough for me. Still can't get that sickening tune out of my head, and thank you very much for bringing back one of my worst memories," the little person rounded on him. "Why'd you want to hear it? Bladderpipes sound like a whole troll tribe suffering from runny butt!" "Never heard them before," Harry said with a shrug. "Count yourself lucky. Dumbledore may not be all there, but at least he had sense enough to ban the bladderpipes when he became headmaster. Headmaster Dippet, his predecessor, thought they represented an import part of the Snogwarts' cultural heritage. McGonagall says Dippet used to make all the staff and students attend a concert in the lake once a year where they'd play those ruddy things. Can't stand `em." Pieces started to click together in Harry's mind. "Why in the lake?" He asked since that part baffled him. "Bladderpipes sound best underwater from what I'm told. Above water they only sound like the next morning after we get served Elf Surprise for dinner." Harry shuddered. It only took one sampling of the heinous dish to make him swear it off forever. The next day he missed two classes as the stuff liquefied everything in his intestinal track. Even Madam Pomfrey could not entirely stem the explosive diarrhea. Some first year students routinely got hospitalized for a couple of days if they ate too much when it appeared on the menu. Elf Surprise only got served once a year. "Oh, well, that's... unpleasant," he replied to both the professor and his memories. "So, ah, can I have a couple of sound balloons, professor?" "Ha! You think if you capture the recording and play it underwater it'll sound better than it looks on paper or what I told you?" Professor Flitwick expertly second-guessed part of his plan. "Well, yeah. I'm sort of curious to hear what it's really like," Harry told the partial truth. "I also thought I could give a couple sound balloon captures as gifts." "You must really hate those people." "One's for Malfoy." Flitwick's rather large eyes grew even more so and he replied: "Meet me here Saturday morning after nine bells. Bring the recording. I'll allow you to make three sound balloons from it. That's all, and you have to promise to listen to it in the washroom in your tower." "I promise!" He swore the oath. Harry left the charms classroom feeling pleased and bit smug. Not only did he discover some truths about the Merscots, and he suspected Dumbledore waged low-level hostilities with the aquatic race, but he also managed to accidentally forge a plan on how to survive the challenge. He felt smug because he discovered it all on his own, except the part where Hermione gave him a clue and Flitwick gave him a more recent historical account regarding Merscots. By Saturday morning Harry felt antsy. He toyed with his breakfast while Dean, Neville, and Ron argued about the upcoming spring fappitch season. It surprised Harry to learn Neville wholeheartedly supported the Belgian Swishing Swishtails and knew quite a lot about the sport. Dean and Ron also appeared taken aback by his very expansive knowledge, especially when he called Ron out on a number of false statements. Hermione ate between bouts of snogging with her Boobbeatons beau and said very little. He remained in the great hall when breakfast ended at eight bells. He resisted all urges to reveal his plan and would not discuss what he carried in his bookbag. His three male counterparts took their fappitch argument to the Gryffindor common room. Hermione and Sabine slid under the table. Harry departed for the charms classroom just before nine bells. "Here, put these on," Flitwick instructed him and held out earmuffs when they set up the magical record player, installed the sound capture device, and attached the three balloons. It became clear why the professor would only allow for three captures since it meant he only would endure a single playing of the song. "Will these float in water, professor?" Harry shouted his question since the earmuffs they used came from Madam Sprout. She used them during mandrake replanting. "Not really. They're... I think they call it buoyant neutral: they don't float or sink. It's not air we're putting into the balloons," the professor yelled in return, yet to Harry it sounded like a faint whisper. The principle behind how sound balloons operated depended on very complicated and technical magic, most of which Harry did not understand. Professor Flitwick seemed to understand how it operated and gave Harry a simple explanation. The recording, similar to but very unlike muggle records, faithfully captured and reproduced every sonic detail. When played through a special player, the listener would fully experience the live sound. Sound balloons, when attached to the capture mechanism, only caught the vibrations and not air itself. Harry did not understand how one could separate the two facets, but the magic managed to do it. Thus, a normal length song would inflate the balloon to about the size of a small orange. Flitwick predicted the Merscot song would produce something roughly the size of a muggle football, what the Americans called soccer, if not a little larger. "Try not to listen or you might lose your breakfast," Flitwick yelled just before he lowered the sound extraction arm. Even at one percent of what he could hear, the song managed to reach Harry's ears and brain. Flitwick did not lie about the quality of the instruments: it did, indeed, sound like a herd of centaurs after a feast of beer, legumes, and hard-boiled eggs. The music literally passed through Harry's gut and made him feel nauseous. The words of the song, however, nearly drove him out of the room. He compared it to a lament mixed with a funeral dirge and a disjointed beatnik elegy. It recalled each emotion mentioned in repulsive detail and acted as if each one felt would be the last. The section on love and longing became vomitous. The experience proved even worse since the song lasted for over nineteen minutes. The balloons filled, and Harry felt sorry for the inanimate objects. "Alright, take these horrid things out of my sight and be gone, Potter," Professor Flitwick ground the words out between his teeth as he snatched the earmuffs from Harry's head. "And ten points deducted from Gryffindor for making me go through that." The little man's entire frame shuddered, and Harry could not in good conscious argue about the point deduction. The sound balloons hung from the capture tubes, and Harry felt loathe to even touch them. Whoever designed the objects thought ahead: the end of the balloons snapped shut when pulled from the tube. Harry would need to squeeze the metal clasp to release the vibrations at the appropriate time. When he picked them up, they weighed next to nothing or perhaps just the weight of the physical balloon itself. It stunned Harry as he expected them to come in at least two kilos each. Once free of the charms room, Harry returned the recording to Madam Pince, and she did not appeared to be pleased he did so. She also eyed the sound balloons in a leery manner and asked him to leave once she canceled his check out of the record. Harry slunk through back halls in returning to the Gryffindor tower to avoid as many awkward questions as possible. The slightly flesh-toned balloons begged for an explanation. Harry sneaked through the common room where his friends continued to argue about fappitch and made it the dorm room. Once there he carefully wrapped the balloons in a spare blanket and secreted them under his bed behind unwanted clothing and shoes (for Harry tried to replenish his wardrobe any way he could during the school year). "What are you doing down there?" Neville's voice called out. Harry banged his head on the bottom of the bed when he startled. "Sorry, mate," Neville sheepishly muttered. Harry crawled out from under the bed. The curious expression on Neville's face put him in immediate conflict with his peripheral plans regarding the balloons. He vowed to tell no one, but Neville seemed outside the consideration. He got up, went to Neville's bed, and sat down. Neville joined him. They sat next to one another like the normally did. "Okay, you have to swear to me that what I'm about to tell you you'll take to your grave," Harry dramatically and solemnly requested. "Harry, it can't be..." Neville began. "Swear to me, Neville!" Harry loudly interjected. Neville gave him a long, searching look. Harry met it with stoic resignation. He could see his friend debating within himself. It lasted for over a minute. "All right: I give you my word I won't tell a soul," the shier, somewhat taller teenager swore in a dire tone. "It's my solution to the challenge," Harry simply stated when he felt assured by the vow. "What?" His friend yelped. "You didn't tell me you figured something out!" Harry held up his hands as if to ward off Neville's mild indignation and said: "It just came together over the past couple of days. To be honest, I didn't even know it was a plan `til I seriously thought about it." "Explain it to me," Neville demanded. Of late only Neville could get away with a commanding demeanor aimed at Harry. He quickly detailed his research into Merscots, finding out about the song, getting the recording, and making the sound balloons now hid under his bed. He then explained that he planned to play the songs under the water when he got near the Merscot stronghold and hoped it would lull them into inaction as he freed whatever the tournament committee would take from him. The three balloons would give him nearly an hour to work. Harry still could not determine his heart's desire. All the while Neville listened without saying a word. Sometimes his head bobbed. "Well?" Harry asked when he broke off. "That's a good plan, Harry. Really, an amazingly good plan," Neville said in a serious voice. "I'm not a complete idiot," he reacted to the tone. "No, I didn't mean it like that." Harry snorted a little bit and said: "I know, I know. This whole just has me so worked up." Neville nudged him with his shoulder and said: "So do you believe Hermione and me now that spending time in the library is useful?" "I always did," Harry laughed through his admission. "It just seems like so much work." "What about the time you spend playing on the fappitch team and all the practices?" "Not the same now, isn't it... and you're going to tell me to go get stuffed, aren't you?" He replied and adjusted his answer to meet Neville's expression. "Right in one." They grinned at one another. Harry felt better at telling at least one trusted person about his plan. The fact Neville approved of it went a long way in calming Harry's fears he overlooked some vital aspect. As the serene feeling settled over him, he decided to chance a risky conversation. "You know what? This is some of my favorite time of the day sitting around with you. I look forward it, you know?" "Same here. I never did have a friend close enough to talk about... well, just about anything. It's nice," Neville replied in s gentle tone. "I'd hear my Gran talk about when she was a student here and how much it meant to her, and the people she got to know she still keeps in contact with. I never felt that way `til this year when I started banging around with you." "It sort of makes me feel bad about the last three years and how much we didn't include you. Wasn't fair, and I get that now. Makes me look at people a lot different," Harry confessed and it brought him a different sense of relief. "I don't know, Harry. Maybe it wasn't supposed to happen `til now. Can't say I would've known how to react before this year. Seeing you go up against that dragon gave me a real clear picture of what your life must be like at times, and made me glad it's not happening to me. Does that make me a bad person?" "No. It means you're not thick or mental, Neville. I remember when I was younger how I used to want all sorts of exciting adventures because things were so rotten in Little Whinging. Big adventures aren't all they're cracked up to be. Most of the time I don't feel like I'm in control. That's what made finding the solution to the Merscots so... pleasing," Harry crammed a lot into one response. "Bet it does. It's a solid plan, Harry. I've been rolling it around in the back of my head, and it looks like about the only way to deal with them. Wonder if you're right about what Dumbledore might actually feel about those underwater blokes. Sounds like he did it on purpose... the whole stopping the concerts and now using the Merscots to get to the champions," Neville added his own dense reply. "Well, like you said, he's a loony genius, and simple and Dumbledore don't got together. He probably didn't know at the time what he was going to do with Merscots, but he had `em in reserve. I think that's part of his genius: he doesn't forget what he's done in the past and figures out ways to use it later on." Neville nodded his head at Harry's assessment. Then he nudged Harry. Harry nudged him back. They settled into a companionable silence. Harry liked it when he could be simply be still with someone without any expectations. He enjoyed that Neville appreciated and knew how to use quiet periods. It calmed Harry. He glanced at his friend. "Feel like a toss off?" Neville asked. Harry answered by unzipping his pants.
<div id="readability-content"><h1>Harry Potter and the Loo of Desire Chapter 11</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> <p> This work is a parody of J.K Rowling's <u>Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire</u>, and it is not endorsed by either J.K. Rowling or her publishers. As a parody, this work is protected under the Fair Use Doctrine. </p> <p> The characterizations in this work deviate significantly from the original, and this does not imply these characterizations exist in the original work. The author received no financial compensation or endorsements for the production of this work.</p> <p> All characters in this story are fictional. This story depicts sexual acts between consenting minor males. This story is meant for entertainment purposes only and in no way reflects reality. Please be aware of local laws or ordinances that may prohibit the reading of such material.</p> <p> Comments regarding the story may be sent to dricshae(at)gmail(dot)com</p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Please support Nifty with donations if able. <a href="http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html">DONATE HERE</a> </span></span></span> </p> <hr> <h3>(A Parody)</h3> <h3>Chapter 11: A Battle for the Heart's Desire</h3> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Despite the amazing time he spent with Ass Cleft and Diktor, Harry told no one. He wanted to savor the memories on his own without others asking for sordid details, details he grandly remembered, or making unnecessary and unwanted commentary. The two tournament champions, he understood, gave him a special gift for special reasons. He viewed not as something to be worn out in the open like a medal where time and weather would tarnish it.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">A week later a note arrived from Foul stating Ass Cleft told her about the devious conditions of the challenge, and that Ass Cleft told her he informed her at Harry's behest. It never thanked him, but Harry knew it to be such a note. It did not matter, Ass Cleft and Diktor provided more than enough thanks.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Another week passed and life resumed it's normal monotony, although the students started to talk about the upcoming challenge with greater frequency. Early excitement began to mount. In the meanwhile, Ron carried on with dating Diktor over the objections of both Albus Dumbledore and Igor Krackhead. Dean switched boyfriends yet again. Séamus updated his secret list of sexual liaisons. He managed to keep it secret by writing it in a mishmash of English, Gaelic, and Latin, and then using a confundus spell on it. Neville and Harry continued to share meals together and time on their beds studying or talking. Only when no one seemed likely to interrupt them did they haul out their tadgers and whack them about. They never touched one another for reasons neither expressed. However, Harry loved the feel of Neville's body next to his.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>See this plant here?" Neville said and pointed to a picture in his book one afternoon. "It's called the mudskipper's wart."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The picture showed a nasty looking, irregularly shaped green tendrils covered over with what appeared to be small clumps of mud. Harry made a face at it.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Some fish eat this so they can climb up on land to forage or go find another body of water. It somehow gives them oxygen in the blood to help them survive out of water," Neville told him and never mentioned Harry's expression. "This says a person who catches a fish on land that ate mudskipper's wart and then eats the fish raw will be able to breath underwater for hours. It's a reversal effect."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry scanned the text, grinned, and asked: "Oh, and where can we find the fish crawling around on land?"</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Says here... in Tanzania at Lake Rukwa. Not very close, is it?" Neville read and commented.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Not really."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The normally shy young man threw him a fake frown.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Think you might be up for some fugu, Harry? Puffer fish?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Why?" Harry cautiously inquired.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well, I read once that Japanese mahōtsukai..." Neville said the word in an effortless manner, and Harry's mouth fell open in astonishment. "Oh, quit it. It's what the Japanese called their witches and wizards."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Right, yeah, because everyone knows that and how to pronounce it in Japanese like they've been speaking the bleeding language all their lives," Harry sarcastically replied through a smirk.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You're jealousy is showing, Harry," Neville teased him in return.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry bumped his shoulder against his friend and fought back the urge to pin him to the bed and cover Neville's face with kisses.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Anyway, a mahōtsukai can make sushi out of fugu, leaving in the poison, and then make you a zombie for a short while that can survive under water."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>And afterwards? Do they bring me back to life?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Can't quite remember if the book said they did," Neville mumbled as he focused on some invisible spot.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I think I might need to be alive to be declared the winner. And why'd you think of that anyway?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville shrugged and said: "Just thought the Merscots might not attack you if you're already dead... or at least mostly."</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry thought about the answer for a moment and started to laugh.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Come on, Harry, I'm trying to think of something to help you," the quiet Gryffindor exclaimed.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry leaned in a little harder against Neville, and Neville seemed to subconsciously respond in kind. A myriad of dirty thoughts ran through Harry's head that made his pants uncomfortable.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I think it just goes to show how tricky of problem this is if it forces you off the runners," Harry responded through his chuckling.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You can say that again. Every time I think of a new tactic, I immediately find five reasons why it won't work. It always comes down to, one, there's too many of them; two, working underwater is rough and a lot of spells dissipate in water; and three, you've got to both fight and hold onto something... in case whatever your heart's desire is is big. There's no single simple solution for this. At least not like you found with the dragon."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Trust me, Neville: that was not a simple solution," Harry said. "There were a lot steps involved."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I keep trying to break down this challenge, but I never know if I'm right. Get one thing wrong, and you're Merscot chum," Neville stated in a dour manner. "It just won't do to have anything happen to you... or any of the champions. Dumbledore can be such a git sometimes."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">While he liked to hear Neville list him first, the studious young man also raised and interesting notion: "Neville, that's it! All we have to do is think like Dumbledore to solve this."</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>That's not going to easy, Harry. Dumbledore is a genius, and he also completely mental. I think his brain works like twisting a corkscrew through Swiss cheese: it's full of turns and holes."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry burst out laughing at the analogy because he thought it rang absolutely true.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville snickered as well, but then added: "Simple and Dumbledore just don't go together."</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">That subdued the amusement since it held more truth than the first statement. Harry shifted around on the bed. His mind kept showing him images of Neville naked with an erection even though Harry never witnessed that specific combination; just the individual pieces at different times. It caused his willy to be in a constant state of various degrees of stiffness. Furthermore, the improbable notion they could outwit the headmaster dimmed his spirits. Facing off against a crazed genius would be daunting, and it proved the reason why the ancient wizard made a good foil for Lord Holdequart.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Maybe we don't have to out-think Dumbledore," Harry mumbled. "Maybe we just need to see where his game is leading and bend the rules a little.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You mean cheat?" Neville inquired in a semi-caustic fashion.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>No, I mean... look, we got called before the committee to answer questions about the dragon butt-plug, and Dumbledore got pretty bent out of shape that George helped me crack it."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I don't care what anyone says about Fred and George: they're bleeding brilliant," the intelligent teenager intoned. "Ron seems to be the odd man out in that regard... not that I'm knocking your best mate, Harry, but... well, consider Charlie and Percy. I heard Bill was quite a good student, too."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>And so is Giney. Don't forget her," Harry remember the youngest of the Weasley clan. "But you know something, Ron's got other qualities his brothers and sister don't have. He's a great bloke to have around in a pinch when things go really, really sour. He panics in the most amazing ways, and it's usually pretty helpful."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You just can't see anything bad in people, huh?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ask me about Malfoy or Holdequart. Neville, I know bad when I see it, I just don't dwell on it. People like that usually dig their own graves after a while. You just have to give them room, a shovel, and time to do it," Harry explained his thinking.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville let his head lean over against Harry's and said: "I really could've used a friend like you when I was younger. My Gran, she's good to me, but... she never saw much in me. Thought I was a squab for the longest time. Then the whole breeder thing."</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You are no squab, Mister Longbottom. A late bloomer, sure. I mean, look at you now compared to when we first got here. You're turning into a fine piece of man! The boys are starting to look at you in a different way," Harry said in a low voice.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Shut it, Harry. No one looks at me like that. I'm just that kid who hangs out at the greenhouses or sitting in the corner. I'm nothing special," Neville said and lifted his head.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry turned his face and saw a slightly sad expression on his friend. Once again he fought the urge to pull Neville to him and kiss him until he thought differently, but he still could not get a read on what Neville actually felt toward him. Once again, the friendship seemed too precious to waste on an ill-timed advance.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>That's where you're wrong, Neville. That's where you're very wrong," Harry said instead.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">In potions class at the end of the week, Harry decided to call in more reinforcements. Professor Snape tended to start the weekend early, normally on Thursday morning, and by Friday he would crumple into a corner to get ready for the evening. Thus, the class found their assignment written sloppily on a blackboard and an unconscious professor lying half way into the supply closest.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>The git was probably drinking petrol," Ron commented as he wrote down the exercise for the day and page number where they would find the recipe in the textbook.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Probably not strong enough for him. Bet he was sucking the poison from the basilisk fangs down in the Chamber," Hermione rumbled.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry and Ron started giggling at the nastiness of her remark.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>For someone who couldn't see straight and could barely write the assignment down, he sure picked wicked potion for us to brew. Look at the ingredients and steps!" The smartest of the three griped.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">When they finally did look at the recipe, their faces fell. The recipe called for sixteen separate ingredients, and each needed to prepared in a specific and unique manner. It also included a rare incantation to be spoken over the brew while it boiled. None of them thought they could finish by the end of the class. However, Hermione cracked her knuckles, popped her elbows and shoulders, and glared at her friends to get them start working. Harry and Ron divided the ingredients list and began to hunt for them along with the rest of students.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ugh, this is disgusting," Ron whined when he began to grind leprechaun toenails into a fine powder.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Just don't inhale the dust. The books says it can cause toadstools grow in your sinuses," Hermione warned and then gave a glare at Susan Bones who also ground toenails for their team.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Say, Hermione, speaking of leprechauns, did you give any thought to the Merscots I told you about?" Harry inelegantly changed the subject.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I told you about them. Plus, you're the champion, so it's your task and not mine," she rebuked him.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">He nodded his head and said in the bland voice: "I supposed you're right. Silly me for thinking you like tricky puzzles. Guess you're not up for this one."</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The growl that drifted out of Hermione would scare a werewolf, Harry thought, but he maintained his composure and continued to rub the kudzu leaves into little pills. Susan backed up a step and grabbed the laddle.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>And what's that supposed to mean?" She asked, or rather demanded.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Nothing. I thought this was one of those times where you'd really like to prove yourself. But I suppose if you're not actively involved, you probably don't think you need to measure up to the test."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Across the table Harry saw Ron's eyebrows creep ever northward until he looked like a dahu falling down the side of mountain after a misstep. Harry let the edge of his mouth twitch into a smirk to show he spoke as did with intention. Ron shook his head a little.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I know what your doing, Harry, and it won't work. I've got my studies to attend to and not your stupid challenge. Go and read your own books about the history of the Merscots and why they went down there in the first place!" Hermione stated in an increasingly tense voice.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry, however, realized he got what he wanted. She gave him a place to re-start his planning. Unfortunately it meant going back to the library. When he left off pestering her, Ron appeared more than relieved. They spent the rest of the class trying to finish their potion. Someone sent around the deadpool sheet on when Séamus would cause an explosion. Harry bet a half a galleon it would happen right when the potion started to boil and Séamus forgot the incantation.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Twenty minutes later while adding fermented swamp water, Séamus cauldron blasted across the room and hit the wall with incredible force. It also sounded like a gong, and that woke Snape. The students immediately ducked down under their desks. They all knew the more knackered the professor, the better his aim with very heavy objects. Once the barrage of flying potion supplies ended and Snape fell back into his stupor, Padma Patil collected her winnings. </span></span> </p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Following the careful transfer of their potion to a vial and attaching a label with their names at the end of class, Harry did not travel with Hermione and Ron. He asked them to apologize to Neville for him and headed for the library. Along the way he stopped in the boys restroom to relieve himself only to find Dennis Creevey and Jimmy Peakes in the midst of stripping off their clothing.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Want to join in, Harry?" Dennis offered with a hopeful note in his voice.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Jimmy dropped his trousers and then to his knees, and all but inhaled Dennis' swelling member. Harry stepped up to a urinal, unzipped his pants and hauled out his penis, and sighed a little as he started to pee. Then he looked over at Dennis who stared directly at his organ.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I love to, but can't. Got tournament research to do... unless you want to spend the rest of the afternoon with me looking up the history of the Snogwarts' loch!" Harry cleverly declined.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ah, no," Dennis declined the counter-offer while he placed his hands on either side of Jimmy's head. "Already sort of started, see, and I'd hate to disappoint Jimmy."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Come on, Dennis, it'll be loads of fun. We can ask Madam Pince to find the books for us and watch her get all upset and call us lazy," Harry started to tease the young Gryffindor who began to thrust his hips forward. "And we can talk real loud and get the shushers to shush us. Plus there will be oodles and oodles of reading we'll get to do. It'll keep us busy `til midnight!"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You've been hanging out with Granger and Longbottom too often," Dennis said in a slightly disappointed tone. "You'd rather do that than let Jimmy clean your sausage?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I like dick," Jimmy mumbled from below.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>We all do, kid... well, most of the boys at any rate. Sorry, but I really can't join you. You just enjoy yourselves," Harry gamely responded while shaking the last drops from his willy and putting it away.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Oh, we will. Gonna try that position you showed me. Jimmy don't know what he's in for," Dennis cackled in merry voice.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yes, I do," Jimmy yelled from below.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>No, you don't! You weren't even there..." Dennis rounded on the second-year working on his erection.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry finished washing his hands, chuckled at the inane argument because he knew what Jimmy faced, grabbed a paper towel, and headed out of the lavatory. A burst of laughter from Dennis followed him. Harry never understood why first and second years enjoyed using the bathrooms for sex. He smirked at the memory of the countless trysts he carried out in all the boy's bathrooms, two of the girl's bathrooms, and the teacher's loo by the end of his second year. In his third year, empty classrooms and the common room became all the rage. It made him wonder what caused the change in tastes over time.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Madam Pince, would Merscots be listed under magical creatures, magical beings in general, or specialized races?" He asked the woman when it became his turn.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Mister Potter, you are aware of the catalog system and the catalog books, are you not?" She hissed at him, and he thought for good reason.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I know, I know. I forget because you are so knowledgeable about every volume in the library. And I must say you keep one of the neatest libraries I've ever had the pleasure to visit," he laid the compliment on thick.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Been to many libraries, have you?" Madam Pince asked and clearly doubted him.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Actually, I have. Grew up with muggles and went to a muggle primer school with one. We had a local branch of the Oxford system in Little Whinging where we lived. I got sent there a lot. Plus my aunt and uncle would often drop me off at a library wherever we were so they could spend more time with Dudley. So I've seen my share," he told her the truth.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Madam Pince appeared absolutely stunned by his response.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ever been to a muggle library?" Harry inquired of her when she continued to blink at him.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Once, near the Ministry of Magic. Can you believe the books don't sort and rack themselves in those places? It must be like slave labor for those muggle librarians!" The woman stated and did not hide her disdain.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Can you believe I once thought that was normal?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The librarian and the student regarded one another for a long moment.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Specialized races, non-fiction, non-spell reference, row K, right side, third shelf up, the author is Liliput Lougates," Madam Pince rambled at him. "It's one of the better volumes containing information on rare species hardly any student ever checks out."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Thank you," Harry sincerely replied.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Normal you say? Poor child," the head library witch said before he walked away.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I'm getting over it."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Her face broke into a rare grin for two seconds, and then vanished as if it never existed.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The Snogwarts library looked and smelled exactly like Harry thought a magical library should. The racking shelves, made ages ago of dense wood stained dark by time, rose high above the floor for at least six meters. A ladder that would move to the correct section when asked stood at the ready. The air veritably hung heavy with dust, stray magic, and the smell of aged and rotting leather and parchment. Some books got chained to the shelves so they would not escape. Hermione once told him the library actually connected to hundreds of thousands if not millions of other libraries through something called the el-space, and a hyper-intelligent primate oversaw the main focal library. She tried to explain the pan-dimensional nature of the el-space, but it became too complicated for Harry to absorb. Instead, he learned only what he needed to navigate through the school library.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry went to to the section specified by the librarian, and crouched down a little to scan the third shelf on the right side. The books got ordered by author for some reason, and he traveled backward through the alphabet until he got to the Ls. It did not take much to find the tome.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><u><span>On Races Unseen and Unknown</span></u></span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>," Harry whispered aloud the title, then he bristled. "If they're unseen and unknown how the bloody hell can you write about them?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Sometimes witches and wizards tried to be too clever, and Harry included himself in that regard. He grabbed the book and headed for a table. Along the way eyes followed him. He could tell the students owning the eyes wanted him to make some sort of sound offensive to the library rules. It apparently acted as sustenance for them and gave their lives purpose.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Get a life," he mumbled to one of the shushers.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Shh!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">He grinned at the absurdity of the exchange, found a table, and sat down. Fear always greeted him when he deigned to open a volume he never touched before. Books regarding magic and the wizarding world tended to follow no prescribed order. Indices and table of contents often proved unreliable at best. Harry once saw a table of contents that used the lyrics of children's song as the entries. Hence, he expected the worst when he opened the cover and moved past the fontispiece.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>He... she actually used a map of Salzburg from sixteen-ten," Harry muttered at the page with a label stating table of contents. Beneath that he saw a publication date of nineteen-twenty-eight.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">As he studied the map, he noticed the street names did not appear normal. He bent his head down and squinted. Inside the lines of the streets, the author actually listed the contents of the book and the corresponding page numbers. It took Harry over fifteen minutes to scan the entire map and find the chapter he wanted. He flipped to the section and began reading. Harry read and he read, and he never dreamed he did not fib to Dennis earlier in the afternoon. Hours slipped by as he tried to find some bit of information he could use. A single paragraph suddenly leaped out at him.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="LM Mono 8"><span size="2">As true for most land-bound Scots, Merscots are wildly sentimental. This has nothing to do with taking refuge in the waters to fend off the Britons, Gaels, Norse, or Romans; for therein lay the reason regarding their terrible disposition. They do not hold sentiment for the loss of their legs since those would serve no purpose under the waves. Like all Scots, Merscots pin to their hearts their family, their clan, and their heritage. It is within the food they share at a table. It is found in the water they breathe with kith and kin. It lies within the hardships and triumphs common among them. Play for them on the bladderpipes <i>My Ass Done</i> <i>Grown Wide on the Bounty of Thy Hearth in All the Months of the Year that Tarries and Passes as I Lay Weeping and Remembering All</i> and they will pause -- man, woman, child, young, or old -- to wipe a tear from their eyes (if indeed they can cry at all) and lose themselves in a moment of reverie.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>There's no song titled that!" Harry loudly declared to himself.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">He got severely shushed from several corners.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ten minutes later he sat looking at the sheet music. Madam Pince also told Harry a recording of the song resided in the stacks, and he could play it whenever he chose so long as he played it far away from the library. By looking at the music, he could see why. Far too many notes lined the staves. It seemed to be written for several people to play at once on numerous instruments, or perhaps by a magicked orchestra. The song itself ran for twenty-seven pages of music, lyrics included below the bar graphs. As he scanned the words, Harry felt his gorge rise. It surpassed sentimentality by leaps and bounds. The song read as if someone attempted to make a literal musical translation of treacle.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>This is awful!"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Shhhh!"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Stuff it," Harry replied in a knee-jerk reaction.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">He got a giggle in response.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry then went about using a duplication spell, allowed for books and existing works, to create a copy of the relevant passages from <u>On Races Unseen and Unknown</u> and the song, <u>My Ass Done Grown Wide on the Bounty of Thy Hearth in All the Months of the Year that Tarries and Passes as I Lay Weeping and Remembering All</u>. Once he returned the book to the shelf where he found it, a habit borne of his muggle days, Harry went to Madam Pince to get the recording. She brought back what appeared to be a regular vinyl record in a jacket, but a closer inspection showed it be something else. Harry signed out the recording with a dire warning to never play the record within one hundred feet of library. Harry agreed, and then abruptly got asked to leave.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">As he started his trek back to the Gryffindor tower, he paused in a hallway, looked at his notes and copied sheets, and then asked himself a very pertinent question: "What are bladderpipes?"</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Fortune toyed with him the next day as he sat in Professor Flitwick's charms classes and waited for it to end. They worked on a new spell, and the sight of Séamus wearing muggle fire-resistant gear on his head constantly distracted him. Of course, it saved Séamus eyebrows and hair. Fourth year charms seemed to Harry at least three times more difficult than third year. Moreover, Flitwick displayed more of his real nature. Students often left his class in a distressing state that often took hours to remedy. Harry waited for the class to end and did not depart with Hermione; Ron took the course during a separate period. When the class emptied, he watched as the stubby little man glanced around, stick a hand down the back of his pants and fart like a centaur. He then smelled his hand.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ew, awful," Harry muttered.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ah!" Flitwick shouted and pointed his wand at Harry.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Sorry, professor, but I I need you advice," Harry told the man.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Flitwick glanced around as if checking for other students and said: "You, ah, didn't see much of anything, did you?"</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>No, nothing," he lied.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Good. Now what is it that you need?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I've got this record and I need some help making it... usable for me."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Let me see."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry left the student gallery and walked down to the tiny man. Flitwick lifted a hand and made it appear accidental when he grabbed Harry's crotch. Harry did not respond. Once the tiny wizard got a good feel, the man took the pages.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ech!" The professor made a retching sound. "Where'd you find this old lay?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>In the library while doing some research. I've got a recording of it if you want..."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>No, Potter, I do not want to hear it. I listened to it once as a child, forced by my father, and that was enough for me. Still can't get that sickening tune out of my head, and thank you very much for bringing back one of my worst memories," the little person rounded on him. "Why'd you want to hear it? Bladderpipes sound like a whole troll tribe suffering from runny butt!"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Never heard them before," Harry said with a shrug.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Count yourself lucky. Dumbledore may not be all there, but at least he had sense enough to ban the bladderpipes when he became headmaster. Headmaster Dippet, his predecessor, thought they represented an import part of the Snogwarts' cultural heritage. McGonagall says Dippet used to make all the staff and students attend a concert in the lake once a year where they'd play those ruddy things. Can't stand `em."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Pieces started to click together in Harry's mind.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Why in the lake?" He asked since that part baffled him.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Bladderpipes sound best underwater from what I'm told. Above water they only sound like the next morning after we get served Elf Surprise for dinner."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry shuddered. It only took one sampling of the heinous dish to make him swear it off forever. The next day he missed two classes as the stuff liquefied everything in his intestinal track. Even Madam Pomfrey could not entirely stem the explosive diarrhea. Some first year students routinely got hospitalized for a couple of days if they ate too much when it appeared on the menu. Elf Surprise only got served once a year.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Oh, well, that's... unpleasant," he replied to both the professor and his memories. "So, ah, can I have a couple of sound balloons, professor?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ha! You think if you capture the recording and play it underwater it'll sound better than it looks on paper or what I told you?" Professor Flitwick expertly second-guessed part of his plan.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well, yeah. I'm sort of curious to hear what it's really like," Harry told the partial truth. "I also thought I could give a couple sound balloon captures as gifts."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You must really hate those people."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>One's for Malfoy."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Flitwick's rather large eyes grew even more so and he replied: "Meet me here Saturday morning after nine bells. Bring the recording. I'll allow you to make three sound balloons from it. That's all, and you have to promise to listen to it in the washroom in your tower."</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I promise!" He swore the oath.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry left the charms classroom feeling pleased and bit smug. Not only did he discover some truths about the Merscots, and he suspected Dumbledore waged low-level hostilities with the aquatic race, but he also managed to accidentally forge a plan on how to survive the challenge. He felt smug because he discovered it all on his own, except the part where Hermione gave him a clue and Flitwick gave him a more recent historical account regarding Merscots.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">By Saturday morning Harry felt antsy. He toyed with his breakfast while Dean, Neville, and Ron argued about the upcoming spring fappitch season. It surprised Harry to learn Neville wholeheartedly supported the Belgian Swishing Swishtails and knew quite a lot about the sport. Dean and Ron also appeared taken aback by his very expansive knowledge, especially when he called Ron out on a number of false statements. Hermione ate between bouts of snogging with her Boobbeatons beau and said very little. He remained in the great hall when breakfast ended at eight bells. He resisted all urges to reveal his plan and would not discuss what he carried in his bookbag. His three male counterparts took their fappitch argument to the Gryffindor common room. Hermione and Sabine slid under the table. Harry departed for the charms classroom just before nine bells.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Here, put these on," Flitwick instructed him and held out earmuffs when they set up the magical record player, installed the sound capture device, and attached the three balloons. It became clear why the professor would only allow for three captures since it meant he only would endure a single playing of the song.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Will these float in water, professor?" Harry shouted his question since the earmuffs they used came from Madam Sprout. She used them during mandrake replanting.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Not really. They're... I think they call it buoyant neutral: they don't float or sink. It's not air we're putting into the balloons," the professor yelled in return, yet to Harry it sounded like a faint whisper.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The principle behind how sound balloons operated depended on very complicated and technical magic, most of which Harry did not understand. Professor Flitwick seemed to understand how it operated and gave Harry a simple explanation. The recording, similar to but very unlike muggle records, faithfully captured and reproduced every sonic detail. When played through a special player, the listener would fully experience the live sound. Sound balloons, when attached to the capture mechanism, only caught the vibrations and not air itself. Harry did not understand how one could separate the two facets, but the magic managed to do it. Thus, a normal length song would inflate the balloon to about the size of a small orange. Flitwick predicted the Merscot song would produce something roughly the size of a muggle football, what the Americans called soccer, if not a little larger.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Try not to listen or you might lose your breakfast," Flitwick yelled just before he lowered the sound extraction arm.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Even at one percent of what he could hear, the song managed to reach Harry's ears and brain. Flitwick did not lie about the quality of the instruments: it did, indeed, sound like a herd of centaurs after a feast of beer, legumes, and hard-boiled eggs. The music literally passed through Harry's gut and made him feel nauseous. The words of the song, however, nearly drove him out of the room. He compared it to a lament mixed with a funeral dirge and a disjointed beatnik elegy. It recalled each emotion mentioned in repulsive detail and acted as if each one felt would be the last. The section on love and longing became vomitous. The experience proved even worse since the song lasted for over nineteen minutes. The balloons filled, and Harry felt sorry for the inanimate objects.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Alright, take these horrid things out of my sight and be gone, Potter," Professor Flitwick ground the words out between his teeth as he snatched the earmuffs from Harry's head. "And ten points deducted from Gryffindor for making me go through that."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The little man's entire frame shuddered, and Harry could not in good conscious argue about the point deduction. The sound balloons hung from the capture tubes, and Harry felt loathe to even touch them. Whoever designed the objects thought ahead: the end of the balloons snapped shut when pulled from the tube. Harry would need to squeeze the metal clasp to release the vibrations at the appropriate time. When he picked them up, they weighed next to nothing or perhaps just the weight of the physical balloon itself. It stunned Harry as he expected them to come in at least two kilos each.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Once free of the charms room, Harry returned the recording to Madam Pince, and she did not appeared to be pleased he did so. She also eyed the sound balloons in a leery manner and asked him to leave once she canceled his check out of the record. Harry slunk through back halls in returning to the Gryffindor tower to avoid as many awkward questions as possible. The slightly flesh-toned balloons begged for an explanation. Harry sneaked through the common room where his friends continued to argue about fappitch and made it the dorm room. Once there he carefully wrapped the balloons in a spare blanket and secreted them under his bed behind unwanted clothing and shoes (for Harry tried to replenish his wardrobe any way he could during the school year).</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What are you doing down there?" Neville's voice called out.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry banged his head on the bottom of the bed when he startled.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Sorry, mate," Neville sheepishly muttered.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry crawled out from under the bed. The curious expression on Neville's face put him in immediate conflict with his peripheral plans regarding the balloons. He vowed to tell no one, but Neville seemed outside the consideration. He got up, went to Neville's bed, and sat down. Neville joined him. They sat next to one another like the normally did.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Okay, you have to swear to me that what I'm about to tell you you'll take to your grave," Harry dramatically and solemnly requested.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry, it can't be..." Neville began.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Swear to me, Neville!" Harry loudly interjected.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville gave him a long, searching look. Harry met it with stoic resignation. He could see his friend debating within himself. It lasted for over a minute.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>All right: I give you my word I won't tell a soul," the shier, somewhat taller teenager swore in a dire tone.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It's my solution to the challenge," Harry simply stated when he felt assured by the vow.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What?" His friend yelped. "You didn't tell me you figured something out!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry held up his hands as if to ward off Neville's mild indignation and said: "It just came together over the past couple of days. To be honest, I didn't even know it was a plan `til I seriously thought about it."</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Explain it to me," Neville demanded.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Of late only Neville could get away with a commanding demeanor aimed at Harry. He quickly detailed his research into Merscots, finding out about the song, getting the recording, and making the sound balloons now hid under his bed. He then explained that he planned to play the songs under the water when he got near the Merscot stronghold and hoped it would lull them into inaction as he freed whatever the tournament committee would take from him. The three balloons would give him nearly an hour to work. Harry still could not determine his heart's desire. All the while Neville listened without saying a word. Sometimes his head bobbed.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well?" Harry asked when he broke off.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>That's a good plan, Harry. Really, an amazingly good plan," Neville said in a serious voice.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I'm not a complete idiot," he reacted to the tone.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>No, I didn't mean it like that."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry snorted a little bit and said: "I know, I know. This whole just has me so worked up."</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville nudged him with his shoulder and said: "So do you believe Hermione and me now that spending time in the library is useful?"</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I always did," Harry laughed through his admission. "It just seems like so much work."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What about the time you spend playing on the fappitch team and all the practices?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Not the same now, isn't it... and you're going to tell me to go get stuffed, aren't you?" He replied and adjusted his answer to meet Neville's expression.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Right in one."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">They grinned at one another. Harry felt better at telling at least one trusted person about his plan. The fact Neville approved of it went a long way in calming Harry's fears he overlooked some vital aspect. As the serene feeling settled over him, he decided to chance a risky conversation.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You know what? This is some of my favorite time of the day sitting around with you. I look forward it, you know?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Same here. I never did have a friend close enough to talk about... well, just about anything. It's nice," Neville replied in s gentle tone. "I'd hear my Gran talk about when she was a student here and how much it meant to her, and the people she got to know she still keeps in contact with. I never felt that way `til this year when I started banging around with you."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It sort of makes me feel bad about the last three years and how much we didn't include you. Wasn't fair, and I get that now. Makes me look at people a lot different," Harry confessed and it brought him a different sense of relief.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I don't know, Harry. Maybe it wasn't supposed to happen `til now. Can't say I would've known how to react before this year. Seeing you go up against that dragon gave me a real clear picture of what your life must be like at times, and made me glad it's not happening to me. Does that make me a bad person?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>No. It means you're not thick or mental, Neville. I remember when I was younger how I used to want all sorts of exciting adventures because things were so rotten in Little Whinging. Big adventures aren't all they're cracked up to be. Most of the time I don't feel like I'm in control. That's what made finding the solution to the Merscots so... pleasing," Harry crammed a lot into one response.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Bet it does. It's a solid plan, Harry. I've been rolling it around in the back of my head, and it looks like about the only way to deal with them. Wonder if you're right about what Dumbledore might actually feel about those underwater blokes. Sounds like he did it on purpose... the whole stopping the concerts and now using the Merscots to get to the champions," Neville added his own dense reply.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well, like you said, he's a loony genius, and simple and Dumbledore don't got together. He probably didn't know at the time what he was going to do with Merscots, but he had `em in reserve. I think that's part of his genius: he doesn't forget what he's done in the past and figures out ways to use it later on."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville nodded his head at Harry's assessment. Then he nudged Harry. Harry nudged him back. They settled into a companionable silence. Harry liked it when he could be simply be still with someone without any expectations. He enjoyed that Neville appreciated and knew how to use quiet periods. It calmed Harry. He glanced at his friend.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Feel like a toss off?" Neville asked.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry answered by unzipping his pants.</span></span></p> </div></div>
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Harry Potter and the Loo of Desire Chapter 15 This work is a parody of J.K Rowling's Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, and it is not endorsed by either J.K. Rowling or her publishers. As a parody, this work is protected under the Fair Use Doctrine. The characterizations in this work deviate significantly from the original, and this does not imply these characterizations exist in the original work. The author received no financial compensation or endorsements for the production of this work. All characters in this story are fictional. This story depicts sexual acts between consenting minor males. This story is meant for entertainment purposes only and in no way reflects reality. Please be aware of local laws or ordinances that may prohibit the reading of such material. Comments regarding the story may be sent to dricshae(at)gmail(dot)com Please support Nifty with donations if able. DONATE HERE (A Parody) Chapter 15: Getting It In and Out is the Real Challenge Three days later Ron still would not let the issue rest. Whenever he got a few moments alone with Harry, he brought up the subject. At first Harry tried to be nice, but to no avail. Then he tried getting angry, but Ron simply acted as though outbursts did not happen. Finally, Harry attempted to ignore the conversation altogether, but the Weasley bullheadedness made Ron dauntless. When it seemed the subject would not be forgotten, he finally gave in during potions class. "Why is this such a big deal to you?" Harry asked his best friend. Hermione immediately bowed out of the conversation, but Harry knew she listened. "'Cause it not right of him to hide all that... Longbottomness, Harry," Ron rumbled as they chopped ingredients. "Who would've thunk he had all that going for him?" "Me, and that's why I get to have it and you don't." "You're being greedy, mate, and you were never like that." "Tony Goldstein. Remember your time with Tony?" Harry parried and glanced around. The potions master lay next to his desk and snored. A small puddle of greenish vomit pooled around his covered face. The entire classroom reeked of Absinthe, Muscatel, and something that might clearly be illegal in wizarding communities. Harry doubted a bomb would wake Professor Snape. "We were just kids then, Harry. It's not the same now is it?" Ron deflected the criticism. "Yes, Ron, it is the same. Neville might be my boyfriend, but I don't get to make the rules of what he does or doesn't want to do?" Harry rejoined. "Why do you let him push you around like that? I never let Diktor say no." "That's a load of hippogriff shit, and you know it. Diktor Kum could beat the red out of your pubes before you even blinked, so him not telling you no is not the same thing as you making the rules. He's only letting you think that!" Ron's face fell a little. It appeared he understood the principle as well, but simply chose to frame it in a way that boosted his ego. Harry counted down in his head the number of ways Ron would refute the claim. "Harry's right, you muttonhead," Hermione hissed before either could respond. They all concentrated on the brewing their potions for a short while. Snape left explicit instructions on the blackboard, although the last item he never finished writing, and each student worked more or less independently for the time being. That day they needed to make a powerful cleaning agent that could remove grime and stains augmented by magic. Harry wondered what sort of mess Professor Snape made that would require so much cleaning solution. Then again, he thought, the potion could come in handy for particularly dirty sessions of sex. "Never thought you'd turn on me like that, mate," Ron grumbled loud enough to be heard. "Ron, shut it," Harry quietly snapped. "Where were you when I got nothing for over two... almost three solid months?" "Diktor said you and him and Ass Cleft..." "I asked about you," he interrupted Ron's tangential response. Ron suddenly became very interested in the recipe. All around them the other potions students struggled to finish the very complicated recipe by the end of class. Fortunately for the class Séamus gave up early and sat under his desk using a Wiz-Viz Tuner in order to chat with someone else in the castle. Harry thought he recognized the voice, and it astonished him even if only a little. "Are you the first guy he's ever been with?" Ron grudgingly asked and lived up to his inability to ignore what he considered a juicy topic. "Yeah, I think so, and -- before you ask -- he was never a breeder. Just shy," Harry answered since the question came from his best mate. "I guess. It sure looked like he knew how to suck a willy. Him shooting all over your face was priceless, Harry." "Ew!" Hermione groaned in disgust. "What's he putting in you? Seventeen centimeters?" Ron continued as if their friend never lodged a complaint of sorts. "Yeah... around there. Fits me perfect," Harry replied. "One more word about Neville's sausage and I'll beat you to death with this spoon!" Everyone in class stopped talking and looked at her. Hermione swung her head around and potions appeared to magically become more interesting than her comments. She then glared at her two best friends. "We're not done with this discussion, Harry," Ron warned. "Only if you talk to Neville first about it," Harry countered. His best male friend shot him a fierce look. The continued working on their potions. Unlike most times in Professor Snape's class, no one got sent to the infirmary. The professor lay quietly in the floor next to his desk, and the students let him be. A few checked to make sure the man continued to breathe. At dinner the next evening Professor Dumbledore proclaimed May first as the date for the third and final challenge. Within the dining hall four people glanced knowingly at one another as the headmaster guaranteed it would be an event to remember. Harry did not doubt that in the least. Since discussing the possible nature of the last task with the other champions, it seemed reasonable to assume Dumbledore would attempt to kill them all again and make it look like an accident. However, as they learned with the Merscots, forewarned meant they could prepare. In the meanwhile, a silent stand-off took shape between Harry and Ron. The dormmates noticed it straight away, and Neville made a few remarks and did not press the point. Harry adamantly maintained that Ron needed to broach the subject with Neville. The supposed shyness of Harry's boyfriend did not leave many opportunities as far as Harry could tell, unless Ron decided to venture into the greenhouses where Neville spent half of his free time when not with Harry. That gave Harry an idea. It took him a week to sort out his approach. "Where is Madam Sprout?" Harry asked as he and his boyfriend spent an afternoon de-rooting planting boxes. The wore lined, thick gloves so the remains of the frost plants would not burn their skin. "Don't really know to tell you the truth," Neville replied as frozen vapor wafted up from the planter on which he worked. "She usually tells me in class what days she could use me, and then I find a list of items to take care of." "Odd, don't you think?" Neville gave him a long, searching look that asked Harry to remember where they went to school. "I know, I know," Harry sheepishly responded to the expression. The temperature around him dropped as he unearthed the icy roots. His breath came out in a small plume. "But with all you do and she never told where she's off to. Wonder why?" His boyfriend set down his trowel coated with frost, fixed Harry with a hard stare, and said: "All right: out with it. You're trying to get some information out of me about Madam Sprout. What do you want to know and why?" Harry blinked in surprise that Neville figured him out so quickly. "You talk in your sleep, Harry. You've been plotting to talk to me about this for at least three or four days. You kept mumbling something about a charm and Madam Sprout's skills. Why?" Harry could see no way around explaining everything, and he hated keeping some parts secret from his boyfriend, so he told Neville all he and Diggory discovered and the discussion between the tournament champions. As he finished, Neville appeared a little distressed. "So there's no mud gnomes out there?" Came Neville's first question. "None that we could see. If you look at the holes with your peripheral vision, you can see there's something not right about whole area. It gets worse if you stare at the fappitch stadium long enough. Once we got through the glamour, there was no pitch at all," Harry told him. "I don't get why you suspect Hagrid is on on this." "He is the grounds keeper, don't forget, and I think he actually has first say about what can and can't be done with certain areas. You've never seen him baby and talk to the fappitch pitch, Neville. He treats it like it's his own flesh and blood. Besides, Cedric was the one who remembered seeing Hagrid wandering around with loads and loads of soil and fertilizer." The two teenagers stood on opposite sides of a planting table. Harry fiddled with his gloves because he could see the news disturbed Neville on some personal level. He suspected Madam Sprout keeping such a large secret from him to be the true source. Of all the students in all the years, Neville reigned at the top of the list for herbology. Even Hermione acknowledged it. "And Professor Flitwick charmed it," Neville half-whispered another assumption about the situation. "We all agreed it was either him or Professor Dumbledore. Madam Maximus specializes in charms, too, but not like that. Foul said hers is more personal and localized. Krackhead is into dark arts according to Kum. That doesn't leave a big list of people who can pull off this type of magic... even just the size of it alone would need a powerful wizard," Harry reiterated what he stated once. His boyfriend nodded and said: "Good reasoning. Very solid. Makes perfect sense." "So what are you thinking?" "Madam Sprout has got to be involved. I've seen her come back covered in dirt and mud. She also looked a little worried, but she never told me what she got up to, Harry. I swear I didn't know a thing about this." "Do you understand why I had to find out and ask you?" Harry gingerly inquired. "'Cause it's who you are and you don't know when to quit when something doesn't make sense to you," Neville responded and grinned. "You and Ass Cleft make a pretty good team when you put your heads together." Harry felt himself overreact to the remark and said: "You know I'm not interested in... well, only on the physical level. I like him, Neville, but you're the one I fell in love with. I don't want you to get jealous." The two boys eyed one another for half a minute. Harry did worry that Neville might misinterpret his intentions with exceptionally handsome Cedric Diggory. However, the taller of them started to smile. "No, I'm not jealous. Well, maybe about that one time between you, him, and Diktor, but who wouldn't be?" They grinned at each other. It made Neville quite randy to hear some about some of Harry's exploits, and he liked details. At night they would lie under the covers and Harry would tell Neville some of the filthiest stories he could remember. "Speaking of jealousy," Neville said and became serious. "Tell Ron if he wants to wiggle his way into our bed, he's going to have to talk to me directly." Harry's mouth fell open. "You've been talking about that in your sleep as well." "This isn't fair, you know? You don't even have to work at worming information out of me: you only need to wait until I fall asleep," Harry exclaimed, and he heard the reproval in his voice. Neville looked stunned. "I need to see Madam Pomfrey to find out if there's a way I can stop this." "Harry, I'm not spying on you if that's what you think," Neville rapidly said and sounded a bit panicked. "What if I didn't want you to know what Ron was going on about? I already told him he had to talk to you first," he replied and tried to keep the frustration out of his voice. "It's not your fault, Neville, and I know that. It just scares me that I might reveal something someone else told me to hold in confidence. Makes me as bad as Séamus." "No one is that bad." Harry nodded in agreement. "Does this mean you won't share a bed with me `til you get talking in your sleep sorted out?" "What?" Harry said in surprise, and he saw the look on his boyfriend's face. "No. That'd be stupid." "Do you still trust me?" Neville inquired, and the fear lacing his words could not be feigned. Harry walked around the table and up to his taller boyfriend. He slipped his arms around Neville's waist and stared into the blue eyes etched with worry. The corners of his mouth curled upward. "Neville, I've known you for almost four years now, and you probably know as much about me as Ron or Hermione. Maybe more `cause of all those years you watched and heard everything going on in our room, and you never said a word to anyone as far as I can tell," Harry intoned with complete confidence and serious. "I'd wager there are more than a few things you know about me and Ron that Hermione don't. So do I trust you? I think I always have to be honest." Neville started to smile as well. "I'm not angry with you. I'm angry with myself because I've known about talking in my sleep for ages, and I haven't done anything to stop it. I need to get it under control, Neville," he said and saw a flicker of worry on the long face in front of him. "And not so I can hide things from you: just so I've got enough time to sort through something before I do tell you. You do get I pretty much blab everything to you sooner or later, right?" The smirk on Neville's face grew wider and he replied: "Yeah, I do. That's part of what amazes me so much about you, Harry: all that faith you put in me. Sometimes I get afraid I might let you down." "I don't think you would, or if you did it wouldn't be on purpose. You not that kind of person, Neville. I know deep down in my gut you wouldn't ever deliberately try to hurt me. It's what makes me feel so safe with you." His boyfriend wrapped him in a tight hug. Harry heard Neville take in a shuddering breath. The embrace lingered. "Stop thinking you're not worthy of this from me, Neville," Harry second-guessed what his boyfriend thought. "No one ever..." "And it's their loss," and he would not let Neville finished the statement. "I keep telling you that and I'll keep telling you `til it sinks in, Neville Longbottom. It pretty much might be I'm not the one worthy of what you think and give to me. Can I tell you something that'll either make you laugh or send you into a fit?" Neville loosened his his hold and leaned back. Harry saw complete curiosity on his visage even before the head began to nod. He took a moment to savor the sight. "Every day I feel like I have to prove to you I deserve what you feel for me," Harry said in a plain voice. "Don't be a prat," Neville chided him. "I'm serious, Neville," Harry stated and refused to back down. "Every day I wake up and see you next to me and I think it's the safest place in the world. I never had that. The Dursleys never made me feel like that. The Weasleys love me and treat me like one of their own, but with you... it's really, really personal. I want you to love me, Neville, I want you to have all the reasons in the world to stay in love me. That's what I mean by I have to prove myself to you." "But you do, Harry," his boyfriend said in the same tone. "I keep telling you it's the small things like sitting next to me to just read. Sometimes it's when you lean against me... or when you walked by me in the common room and drag your hand over my shoulders. It tells me I'm the one you picked to pay attention to. Me. Neville Longbottom: the boy nobody ever noticed `til you came along." "We're doing it again." "I know." Harry squeezed Neville, and got the same in return. He recalled the times when he saw people in the hallways who held hands or hugged or kissed, and he felt envious. Often it made him angry when he would see two people break off their relationship for ridiculous reasons. He let out with a long exhale. "You're thinking something, Harry. What is it?" Neville prodded him. "Just thinking of those couples I would see in the school who looked so much in love one day and then the next day they'd fight and break up over something stupid. I wanted to yell at them that they didn't understand what they were giving up so easily. It... I don't know," Harry huffed out his answer. "I felt the same way. They had what I didn't, and I couldn't understand why they would just throw it away like they could go into the Snogsmeade and find a new person. It made me jealous... envious because I didn't think it would ever happen to me." "Same here. I thought being the Boy-Who-Came kept people away from me." "It does. It's not your fault, but it does. I've seen it happen." Harry pulled his head back and a fierce gaze settled on his face. "I never wanted to tell you this, but you do deserve to know, Harry, and you already know for the most part," Neville told him in a guarded manner. "I told you people talk in front of me like I'm not there or invisible." Harry nodded. "I heard guys say you were fun to have sex with, but they couldn't imagine dating you what with all you'd been through. They thought it was... scary... or at least really strange and they said they didn't want to have anything to do with you for more than one afternoon. There's a rumor that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Fucked is going to hunt you down and make you like him." "That's... well, he might try if he wasn't stuck sharing bodies with people, but I'd never let him make me like him. I'd fight him to the death first," Harry reacted to one part, and then thought of the other. "People really believe that, and it's why I couldn't get a boyfriend before?" Neville shrugged. "Are you afraid that might happen?" "If... Holdequart tries, then I'll fight right next to you. He'd have to kill me to get to you!" For Neville to use a name Harry knew terrified him, a condition bred into the wizarding community through gossip, innuendo, and superstition, meant more to him than he could explain in that moment. Instead, he hauled Neville's face down to his and let an extremely passionate kiss do the talking. Neville responded in kind. They started to grind against one another as their desires began to surface. Per their particular standard the greenhouse proved to be a potent aphrodisiac. As Harry got more and more engaged with the kiss, even to the point where he began pulling at Neville's clothing, Neville disengaged. "Work first, sex later," the taller of the two teenager panted. "Dammit!" Harry growled through a wanton grin. A rare kind of smile crossed Neville's face, and it melted Harry's heart. It did not diminish the passion he felt, but a new context got added. It made the moment more memorable, and Harry decided to add to it. "Ass Cleft is beautiful, and he is a big bucket of pure sex," Harry said in a rough voice. "Diktor's got an amazing body and knows what to do with it. Ron can fuck with the best of them. Half the guys in this castle are very good looking and amazing at sex." Neville appeared confused. "And I would still rather have you than any of them. There is more beauty in you, Neville, than ten Cedric Diggorys. You got a body you earned by working for others because you're generous with yourself instead of playing a silly game. And each time I feel you in me, I know it's you and it's the best sex I can imagine. It's because of what's in here," and Harry tapped Neville's chest," that makes it all so much better. I'd take you any day of the week over anyone else." "You're only saying that to make me fall in love with you, aren't you?" His boyfriend said and smirked. "Ah, duh! Did it work?" "Totally." They kissed again with the same fiery passion. This time Neville forgot all about the planters as they sank to the floor. It did not take long before the windows began to fog over. The last of March passed and April arrived with better weather. The days warmed up, although the rain continued to fall. Harry made a secret trip to Madam Pomfrey, and she taught him a spell that would clamp his mouth shut while he slept. Thus, he managed to put aside his worries about the next challenge and focus on both his boyfriend and his studies. Each day he and Neville seemed to become more firmly embedded in each other's life in complex and subtle ways. They continued to astound those around them because they did not need to spend each waking moment attached at the hip. They pursued individual interests, but always returned to each other every night to share their experiences. Both also started to note strange happenings with other boys in the school. "McLaggen hit on me again," Neville said as he and Harry sat at table in the common room trying to complete homework. "That's the third time." "I told you the boys would notice all that goodness you kept hidden for so long," Harry warmly replied without looking up. "Harry, he was serious." "I know he was. He hit on me, too." "When?" Neville queried. "Two days ago in the library. He got shushed," Harry answered and chuckled at the memory. "Danny Kershaw did the same thing last week," his boyfriend whispered. Harry finally looked up. He smiled at Neville. Neville wore a perplexed expression. "Part of it is because you're not available anymore. It makes you more attractive. It's like saying you can't have something, and then that's all you can think about. Hermione explained it to me," he said. "It's kind of embarrassing really. I'm not used to this sort of attention," Neville grumbled. "From what I can gather it's a bit of reverse psychology going on. If you got around with the guys, you and me dating wouldn't be that big of a deal. Since I'm your first boyfriend and your mine, they want to know why and maybe -- just maybe -- get a taste of it. Happens with the girls, too," Harry further explained. "It doesn't bother you?" "Nah. Have fun with it. Flirt back. Lead `em on if you want, and then let `em know you're exclusive. It'll make the boys crazy and they'll want you more." "Isn't that sort of like playing exploding snap and with petrol at the same time?" Neville cautious asked. "In what way?" Harry queried with real curiosity. "Well, what if it's in a secluded spot and he starts..." and Neville glanced around to see if anyone listened, "you know, starts taking off clothes." "Oh, that's easy. Just point at his tadger and ask if that's all he's got. Works a treat and kills the mood every time." Neville let out with a loud bark of laughter that drew looks from others. Unlike being in the library, nobody shushed them. "You're having one on me, aren't you?" Harry's boyfriend simultaneously chuckled and mumbled. "Nope. I've done that myself with some of the first years who can't take a hint," Harry stated. Then he, too, glanced around in a conspiratorial fashion. "Did, ah, Ron ever talk to you?" "Not even once. I even half-invited him, too, but he just turned red and walked away. I really want to find out what he has to say." "I'm not surprised to hear that. Ron likes to be the assertive one. I think that's what finally turned him off from Colin. Colin didn't have any problem saying what he wanted even if he couldn't deliver most of the time like Ron claimed." "Well, Colin is dating someone from Ravenclaw..." Neville began to say as he toyed with a quill. "Hufflepuff... Ernie MacMillan. Saw them shagging in Sinistra's classroom over the weekend. Didn't seem like Colin couldn't deliver by the look on Ernie's face," Harry interrupted and provided what information he knew. Harry watched the visage of Neville change. A downcast look started on his forehead and drifted down to his mouth. It seemed odd given the current topic. The quiet of the common room, an indication that people needed to study more than mess around as the end of the school year hove into view, added to the overall mood at the small table where they sat. "Neville?" Harry quietly used the name to ask the larger question. "Is there something wrong with me, Harry?" Neville rejoined in a flat tone, but did not wait for an answer. "I know I'm not a breeder, never was, but... why can't I do stuff with guys like you or Ron... or even Colin and feel good about it? It's like something is stuck in my head." "There's nothing wrong with you. Who says everyone has to act or be the same? You're you, Neville, and it's as close to perfect as I've even seen... at least for me." "Stop filling my head with fluff." "It's not fluff, Neville," Harry rejoined and let some anger show. Neville glanced up at him in a flash. "I don't say things just to make you feel better. I tell you what I think... what I feel, and I mean it. You're being a git comparing yourself to me or Colin... or even Ron. I always saw it as you saving yourself for a relationship that's more solid and real. It's why I work so hard in making sure I live up to your standards. Made me a better person, too." Neville blinked and said nothing. "Quit it," he rumbled at his boyfriend. "I've said that to you at least a dozen times. I know you probably won't believe this, but do you how good it made me feel when I told Ass Cleft no the last time he wanted to sleep with me? He even seemed proud of me. Actually, he said it." "Most people would say you're daft for turning him down," his boyfriend said with a modicum of humor. "And nobody else gets to crawl into your bed and hold you like I get to, so I'd say I get a lot more out of saying no than yes." The look Neville gave him Harry learned to interpret several weeks before. It spoke of love and fear of losing it. Harry understood that. He could not begin to formulate how to keep a relationship on track, but he knew he loved Neville in a way he never loved another person and it terrified him to think it might disappear some day. Thus, the expression on Neville's face said how much he wanted to be loved and how scared it made him feel he might be wrong about the person with whom he fell in love. In some respects, Harry wished he garnered more experience in relationships. "Come on," he finally broke the strangely tense silence and began to pack his books and supplied away. "I need to show you something." "All right," Neville quietly said and also started organizing his things. When they both got prepared, Harry grabbed Neville's hand. They went to the stairs leading upward, and then climbed to the fourth-year dorm. Harry pulled Neville into their empty chambers. In the room, he pushed his boyfriend into a sitting position. He dropped his book bag, and shucked off his shoes. Neville's eyes narrowed as he tried to figure out Harry's intent. With a skill borne of much practice, Harry slowly stripped until he stood naked in front of Neville. His pecker became semi-rigid. "I want you to look at me," he instructed Neville. "Oh, I am," Neville gamely replied and reached for his tie. "No. Hands down and really look at me," Harry ordered the shy teenager. Neville did as requested. Harry stood with his arms held out and his legs spread as if imitating the famous painting Vitruvian Man by the famed mage who masqueraded as a muggle artist, Leonardo da Vinci. Harry tried to remain motionless. He said nothing for nearly a minute. "Do you see anything that makes me any more special than anyone else?" Harry inquired. "I see you, Harry, and that's pretty damn special," Neville rejoined. "But is there anything on the surface, other than that fucking scar, that really makes me different from other boys?" Neville slowly shook his head back and forth. "Good, now stand up and take off your clothes," Harry again ordered his boyfriend. Neville gradually got to his feet and continued to stare at Harry as if Harry might possibly be going around the bend as so many predicted he would year after year. He carefully removed his clothing piece by piece, folded them, and set the items on the bed until he stood in only his underwear. Neville stopped. "Those, too," Harry told him and pointed to the baggy boxers. Neville turned a light shade of pink as he complied. Unlike Harry, his penis stood fully erect. Harry's swelled a bit more in reaction to the sight. However, Harry remained focused on his intent. "I see you naked, Neville, and... well, you can see what it physically does to me," he remarked as his pecker finished standing up. "But this -- these bodies -- aren't what fell in love with each other. It's what's up here in our heads and here, even though hearts just pump blood, but you know what I mean." Neville nodded. "I don't care if we have sex, Neville," Harry continued. "I mean, I'll take it whenever I can get it, but that's not what I really want. I just want to feel certain you'll be there for me when I need you, and I sure as hell hope you know I'm trying to do the same for you. I just want to be near you. I want to feel your hand in mine. I don't want to feel alone and scared all the time. You make me feel part of something bigger, stronger than me. I'm not afraid when I'm with you. That's what you do for me." He gestured to their naked bodies as two tears edged out of his eye and ran down the sides of his face. Harry could not recall when he spoke with such complete honesty and openness to another person. It made him feel vulnerable in ways that did scare him, but he wanted Neville to know what the presence of the quiet young man did for him. He saw Neville's eyes sparkle, and then well up. Tears also streaked his boyfriend's face. "Sometimes," Neville croaked in a hoarse voice. "Sometimes I think this a dream, and I'm going to wake up and it'll all be like it was at the beginning of the year. I haven't even told my gran yet `bout me and you. I wanted something like this, someone like you, so bad for so long I don't trust that it's real, Harry. Does that make sense?" Harry nodded and walked to the young man who appeared absolutely petrified. Harry pressed as much of his naked body against his boyfriend's naked form as he could. It did feel like a dream, and yet Harry knew it to be very real. He held Neville while Neville folded him into a hug. "I really am here, Neville. And I really do love you," Harry whispered but loud enough to be heard. He heard Neville sob once, and the long carriage of the teenager vibrated a little. Harry's emotions surged at such a high rate his fingers started to tingle. In his mind he recited over and over how deep his feelings ran for Neville, young though he might be, and started to see forever stretch out and Neville's hand stayed clasped in his hand the entire way. In that vision he sensed happiness and security. "Harry," Neville said in a light voice. "Stop tickling me." "I'm not tickling you. I'm just holding you," Harry told him. Neville began to squirm. Finally, the teenager unwrapped Harry's arms from around him. He then held Harry's hands, palm up, between them. Both boys gasped. From Harry's hands small motes of light, like illuminated golden glass beads, floated upward and dissipated several inches above. Harry gazed up at Neville who with a wondrous expression fixed to his visage appeared more beautiful than any other living person person he ever saw. Neville gradually looked away from Harry's hands and peered into the emerald eyes. A smile of pure joy seemed to infuse his features. A tickling sensation teased Harry's hands. He glanced down and saw the same minuscule lights rising from Neville's appendages. "You're sparkling," Harry giggled. "You started it," Neville replied and snickered as well. "What is this?" Neville shrugged and continued to quietly laugh. Harry lifted his hands and ran them down Neville's chest. The taller of the teenagers managed to hum and snicker at the same time. Neville then slid his hands around Harry's side and down to the buttocks. A strange, wonderful feeling skittered across his flesh wherever Neville touched him. He wanted more. He wanted it from Neville. It seemed natural when they fell into each other. Their mouths connected, and Harry felt as though he dined on raw lightning. His entire body seemed electrified. The two boys fell to the side and onto Harry's bed. "I don't know what this is, but I don't ever want it to stop," Neville breathlessly spoke after lifting his head a little. "Mmm-hmm," Harry agreed and resumed the kiss. The situation evolved rapidly from there. It only took a matter of minutes before they fondled and stroke each other's pulsing erections. Wherever Neville's hand touched Harry, it felt like a light discharge of static electricity. It even crackled a few times. They chuckled when it did. Stroking lead to more kissing that lead nibbling. They teased one another with their lips and small nips in sensitive places. Words did not pass between then, yet Harry believed he knew exactly what Neville thought. An overwhelming urge to completely give himself over rose to the fore. However, he did not want to rush. Harry wanted events to play out naturally between them. Ten minutes later, perhaps more since time seemed warped to Harry, they began feasting on each other's straining young manhood. Harry's mouth engulfed Neville's stiff pole and he took it as far into his throat as he could. He inhaled the hidden scent of his boyfriend. It made his senses swim. Moreover, Neville took the same approach. For weeks he worked on it, and that evening he managed a feat he swore he would master. Harry felt the shy teenager's nose press against his scrotum. Jubilation coursed through him. The two boys nuzzled faces into crotches as they sought to bring as much pleasure to the other as they could, all the while receiving the same. A small eternity passed in a state of stupendous delight. It amazed Harry when he did not ejaculate, yet something tugged at him wanting more. Harry reluctantly freed his face. Neville did the same, and appeared to do so with the same reluctance. After spinning around on his butt, he prepared trap Neville in a hug, but Neville proved quicker. Arms made strong by constantly working in the gardens and greenhouses snagged Harry. His back got pulled into Neville's chest as an almost crushing embrace ensnared him. Harry willingly gave into it. Kisses got dotted along his neck and shoulders. "You own me," Neville whispered. "No," Harry instantly rejected the idea. "We give. We accept. We don't take. We don't trap. Whatever we do, we do it freely." "Then I freely give myself to you, Harry Potter." "And I freely give myself to you, Neville Longbottom." Harry twisted his head to the side and lips found his. Neville's long hand slid up and down from Harry's neck to his stomach and back again. Tendrils of current followed wherever the fingers roamed. Neville took Harry's quivering erection gently in hand. It felt like a ten thousand volts ran through Harry. Harry slid his hand between their bodies and found the hard, hot shaft. He latched onto it. Neville gasped into his mouth. A need, not a want, drove Harry. He freed his lips and whispered a word. The hand grasping Neville became slick, as did the object it held. They continued kissing even as Harry's right leg rose and crossed over his boyfriend's thigh. What Harry needed became apparent as the slippery shaft slid between his buttocks. Neville retracted his hips, and it allowed Harry to align everything. A soon as the spongy head of erection nestled into the wrinkled opening, Neville began to press forward. Harry pressed backward. The two gradually became one as Neville entered Harry. Both sighed with unadulterated pleasure born of their feelings. Harry nearly wept with happiness when he felt Neville's hips press firmly against his buttocks. He broke the kiss and arched his back in an effort to get every millimeter into him. Neville thrust forward with more force. "Oh, god, I love you, Neville," Harry mumbled as he drifted through ocean of emotions. "I love you, Harry," Neville whispered into Harry's ear. Neville then began to rock his hips back and forth, sliding in and out of the one he tightly held. Harry leaned his head back against the shoulder of the teenager who filled him to perfection. A slow, steady rhythm took shape. Harry imagined he could feel the energies crackling between their bodies as they made love. Neville stroked the hard organ in his hand in counter-tempo to his thrusts. The passion in that moment seemed like fire as they expressed themselves to each other without words but with very serious intent. Harry knew he would always know exactly what it meant to be connected to another person, and fervently hoped Neville experienced the same. Time seemed meaningless as they joined in pure emotion. Somehow Harry's mind recorded a voice that sounded oddly like Séamus' saying: "Laddy, there's no place there for you." "Ain't that the truth," he recalled Ron's seemingly sad response. 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<div id="readability-content"><h1>Harry Potter and the Loo of Desire Chapter 15</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> <p> This work is a parody of J.K Rowling's <u>Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire</u>, and it is not endorsed by either J.K. Rowling or her publishers. As a parody, this work is protected under the Fair Use Doctrine. </p> <p> The characterizations in this work deviate significantly from the original, and this does not imply these characterizations exist in the original work. The author received no financial compensation or endorsements for the production of this work.</p> <p> All characters in this story are fictional. This story depicts sexual acts between consenting minor males. This story is meant for entertainment purposes only and in no way reflects reality. Please be aware of local laws or ordinances that may prohibit the reading of such material.</p> <p> Comments regarding the story may be sent to dricshae(at)gmail(dot)com</p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Please support Nifty with donations if able. <a href="http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html">DONATE HERE</a> </span></span></span> </p> <hr> <h3>(A Parody)</h3> <h3>Chapter 15: Getting It In and Out is the Real Challenge</h3> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Three days later Ron still would not let the issue rest. Whenever he got a few moments alone with Harry, he brought up the subject. At first Harry tried to be nice, but to no avail. Then he tried getting angry, but Ron simply acted as though outbursts did not happen. Finally, Harry attempted to ignore the conversation altogether, but the Weasley bullheadedness made Ron dauntless. When it seemed the subject would not be forgotten, he finally gave in during potions class.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Why is this such a big deal to you?" Harry asked his best friend.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Hermione immediately bowed out of the conversation, but Harry knew she listened.</span></span></p> <p> "'<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Cause it not right of him to hide all that... Longbottomness, Harry," Ron rumbled as they chopped ingredients. "Who would've thunk he had all that going for him?"</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Me, and that's why I get to have it and you don't."</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>You're being greedy, mate, and you were never like that."</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Tony Goldstein. Remember your time with Tony?" Harry parried and glanced around.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The potions master lay next to his desk and snored. A small puddle of greenish vomit pooled around his covered face. The entire classroom reeked of Absinthe, Muscatel, and something that might clearly be illegal in wizarding communities. Harry doubted a bomb would wake Professor Snape.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>We were just kids then, Harry. It's not the same now is it?" Ron deflected the criticism.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Yes, Ron, it is the same. Neville might be my boyfriend, but I don't get to make the rules of what he does or doesn't want to do?" Harry rejoined.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Why do you let him push you around like that? I never let Diktor say no."</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span>"</span><span><span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>That's a load of hippogriff shit, and you know it. Diktor Kum could beat the red out of your pubes before you even blinked, so him not telling you no is not the same thing as you making the rules. He's only letting you think that!"</span></span></span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ron's face fell a little. It appeared he understood the principle as well, but simply chose to frame it in a way that boosted his ego. Harry counted down in his head the number of ways Ron would refute the claim.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Harry's right, you muttonhead," Hermione hissed before either could respond.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">They all concentrated on the brewing their potions for a short while. Snape left explicit instructions on the blackboard, although the last item he never finished writing, and each student worked more or less independently for the time being. That day they needed to make a powerful cleaning agent that could remove grime and stains augmented by magic. Harry wondered what sort of mess Professor Snape made that would require so much cleaning solution. Then again, he thought, the potion could come in handy for particularly dirty sessions of sex.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Never thought you'd turn on me like that, mate," Ron grumbled loud enough to be heard.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Ron, shut it," Harry quietly snapped. "Where were you when I got nothing for over two... almost three solid months?"</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Diktor said you and him and Ass Cleft..."</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>I asked about you," he interrupted Ron's tangential response.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ron suddenly became very interested in the recipe. All around them the other potions students struggled to finish the very complicated recipe by the end of class. Fortunately for the class Séamus gave up early and sat under his desk using a Wiz-Viz Tuner in order to chat with someone else in the castle. Harry thought he recognized the voice, and it astonished him even if only a little.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Are you the first guy he's ever been with?" Ron grudgingly asked and lived up to his inability to ignore what he considered a juicy topic.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Yeah, I think so, and -- before you ask -- he was never a breeder. Just shy," Harry answered since the question came from his best mate.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>I guess. It sure looked like he knew how to suck a willy. Him shooting all over your face was priceless, Harry."</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Ew!" Hermione groaned in disgust.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>What's he putting in you? Seventeen centimeters?" Ron continued as if their friend never lodged a complaint of sorts.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Yeah... around there. Fits me perfect," Harry replied.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>One more word about Neville's sausage and I'll beat you to death with this spoon!"</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Everyone in class stopped talking and looked at her. Hermione swung her head around and potions appeared to magically become more interesting than her comments. She then glared at her two best friends.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>We're not done with this discussion, Harry," Ron warned.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Only if you talk to Neville first about it," Harry countered.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">His best male friend shot him a fierce look. The continued working on their potions. Unlike most times in Professor Snape's class, no one got sent to the infirmary. The professor lay quietly in the floor next to his desk, and the students let him be. A few checked to make sure the man continued to breathe.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">At dinner the next evening Professor Dumbledore proclaimed May first as the date for the third and final challenge. Within the dining hall four people glanced knowingly at one another as the headmaster guaranteed it would be an event to remember. Harry did not doubt that in the least. Since discussing the possible nature of the last task with the other champions, it seemed reasonable to assume Dumbledore would attempt to kill them all again and make it look like an accident. However, as they learned with the Merscots, forewarned meant they could prepare.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">In the meanwhile, a silent stand-off took shape between Harry and Ron. The dormmates noticed it straight away, and Neville made a few remarks and did not press the point. Harry adamantly maintained that Ron needed to broach the subject with Neville. The supposed shyness of Harry's boyfriend did not leave many opportunities as far as Harry could tell, unless Ron decided to venture into the greenhouses where Neville spent half of his free time when not with Harry. That gave Harry an idea. It took him a week to sort out his approach.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Where is Madam Sprout?" Harry asked as he and his boyfriend spent an afternoon de-rooting planting boxes. The wore lined, thick gloves so the remains of the frost plants would not burn their skin.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Don't really know to tell you the truth," Neville replied as frozen vapor wafted up from the planter on which he worked. "She usually tells me in class what days she could use me, and then I find a list of items to take care of."</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Odd, don't you think?"</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville gave him a long, searching look that asked Harry to remember where they went to school.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>I know, I know," Harry sheepishly responded to the expression. The temperature around him dropped as he unearthed the icy roots. His breath came out in a small plume. "But with all you do and she never told where she's off to. Wonder why?"</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">His boyfriend set down his trowel coated with frost, fixed Harry with a hard stare, and said: "All right: out with it. You're trying to get some information out of me about Madam Sprout. What do you want to know and why?"</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry blinked in surprise that Neville figured him out so quickly.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>You talk in your sleep, Harry. You've been plotting to talk to me about this for at least three or four days. You kept mumbling something about a charm and Madam Sprout's skills. Why?"</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry could see no way around explaining everything, and he hated keeping some parts secret from his boyfriend, so he told Neville all he and Diggory discovered and the discussion between the tournament champions. As he finished, Neville appeared a little distressed.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>So there's no mud gnomes out there?" Came Neville's first question.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>None that we could see. If you look at the holes with your peripheral vision, you can see there's something not right about whole area. It gets worse if you stare at the fappitch stadium long enough. Once we got through the glamour, there was no pitch at all," Harry told him.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>I don't get why you suspect Hagrid is on on this."</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>He is the grounds keeper, don't forget, and I think he actually has first say about what can and can't be done with certain areas. You've never seen him baby and talk to the fappitch pitch, Neville. He treats it like it's his own flesh and blood. Besides, Cedric was the one who remembered seeing Hagrid wandering around with loads and loads of soil and fertilizer."</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The two teenagers stood on opposite sides of a planting table. Harry fiddled with his gloves because he could see the news disturbed Neville on some personal level. He suspected Madam Sprout keeping such a large secret from him to be the true source. Of all the students in all the years, Neville reigned at the top of the list for herbology. Even Hermione acknowledged it.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>And Professor Flitwick charmed it," Neville half-whispered another assumption about the situation.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>We all agreed it was either him or Professor Dumbledore. Madam Maximus specializes in charms, too, but not like that. Foul said hers is more personal and localized. Krackhead is into dark arts according to Kum. That doesn't leave a big list of people who can pull off this type of magic... even just the size of it alone would need a powerful wizard," Harry reiterated what he stated once.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">His boyfriend nodded and said: "Good reasoning. Very solid. Makes perfect sense."</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>So what are you thinking?"</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Madam Sprout has got to be involved. I've seen her come back covered in dirt and mud. She also looked a little worried, but she never told me what she got up to, Harry. I swear I didn't know a thing about this."</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Do you understand why I had to find out and ask you?" Harry gingerly inquired.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "'<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Cause it's who you are and you don't know when to quit when something doesn't make sense to you," Neville responded and grinned. "You and Ass Cleft make a pretty good team when you put your heads together."</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry felt himself overreact to the remark and said: "You know I'm not interested in... well, only on the physical level. I like him, Neville, but you're the one I fell in love with. I don't want you to get jealous."</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The two boys eyed one another for half a minute. Harry did worry that Neville might misinterpret his intentions with exceptionally handsome Cedric Diggory. However, the taller of them started to smile.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>No, I'm not jealous. Well, maybe about that one time between you, him, and Diktor, but who wouldn't be?"</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">They grinned at each other. It made Neville quite randy to hear some about some of Harry's exploits, and he liked details. At night they would lie under the covers and Harry would tell Neville some of the filthiest stories he could remember.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Speaking of jealousy," Neville said and became serious. "Tell Ron if he wants to wiggle his way into our bed, he's going to have to talk to me directly."</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry's mouth fell open.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>You've been talking about that in your sleep as well."</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>This isn't fair, you know? You don't even have to work at worming information out of me: you only need to wait until I fall asleep," Harry exclaimed, and he heard the reproval in his voice.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville looked stunned.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>I need to see Madam Pomfrey to find out if there's a way I can stop this."</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Harry, I'm not spying on you if that's what you think," Neville rapidly said and sounded a bit panicked.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>What if I didn't want you to know what Ron was going on about? I already told him he had to talk to you first," he replied and tried to keep the frustration out of his voice. "It's not your fault, Neville, and I know that. It just scares me that I might reveal something someone else told me to hold in confidence. Makes me as bad as Séamus."</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>No one is that bad."</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry nodded in agreement.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Does this mean you won't share a bed with me `til you get talking in your sleep sorted out?"</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>What?" Harry said in surprise, and he saw the look on his boyfriend's face. "No. That'd be stupid."</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Do you still trust me?" Neville inquired, and the fear lacing his words could not be feigned.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry walked around the table and up to his taller boyfriend. He slipped his arms around Neville's waist and stared into the blue eyes etched with worry. The corners of his mouth curled upward.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Neville, I've known you for almost four years now, and you probably know as much about me as Ron or Hermione. Maybe more `cause of all those years you watched and heard everything going on in our room, and you never said a word to anyone as far as I can tell," Harry intoned with complete confidence and serious. "I'd wager there are more than a few things you know about me and Ron that Hermione don't. So do I trust you? I think I always have to be honest."</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville started to smile as well.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>I'm not angry with you. I'm angry with myself because I've known about talking in my sleep for ages, and I haven't done anything to stop it. I need to get it under control, Neville," he said and saw a flicker of worry on the long face in front of him. "And not so I can hide things from you: just so I've got enough time to sort through something before I do tell you. You do get I pretty much blab everything to you sooner or later, right?"</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The smirk on Neville's face grew wider and he replied: "Yeah, I do. That's part of what amazes me so much about you, Harry: all that faith you put in me. Sometimes I get afraid I might let you down."</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>I don't think you would, or if you did it wouldn't be on purpose. You not that kind of person, Neville. I know deep down in my gut you wouldn't ever deliberately try to hurt me. It's what makes me feel so safe with you."</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">His boyfriend wrapped him in a tight hug. Harry heard Neville take in a shuddering breath. The embrace lingered.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Stop thinking you're not worthy of this from me, Neville," Harry second-guessed what his boyfriend thought.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>No one ever..."</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>And it's their loss," and he would not let Neville finished the statement. "I keep telling you that and I'll keep telling you `til it sinks in, Neville Longbottom. It pretty much might be I'm not the one worthy of what you think and give to me. Can I tell you something that'll either make you laugh or send you into a fit?"</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville loosened his his hold and leaned back. Harry saw complete curiosity on his visage even before the head began to nod. He took a moment to savor the sight.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Every day I feel like I have to prove to you I deserve what you feel for me," Harry said in a plain voice.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Don't be a prat," Neville chided him.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>I'm serious, Neville," Harry stated and refused to back down. "Every day I wake up and see you next to me and I think it's the safest place in the world. I never had that. The Dursleys never made me feel like that. The Weasleys love me and treat me like one of their own, but with you... it's really, really personal. I want you to love me, Neville, I want you to have all the reasons in the world to stay in love me. That's what I mean by I have to prove myself to you."</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>But you do, Harry," his boyfriend said in the same tone. "I keep telling you it's the small things like sitting next to me to just read. Sometimes it's when you lean against me... or when you walked by me in the common room and drag your hand over my shoulders. It tells me I'm the one you picked to pay attention to. Me. Neville Longbottom: the boy nobody ever noticed `til you came along."</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>We're doing it again."</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>I know."</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry squeezed Neville, and got the same in return. He recalled the times when he saw people in the hallways who held hands or hugged or kissed, and he felt envious. Often it made him angry when he would see two people break off their relationship for ridiculous reasons. He let out with a long exhale.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>You're thinking something, Harry. What is it?" Neville prodded him.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Just thinking of those couples I would see in the school who looked so much in love one day and then the next day they'd fight and break up over something stupid. I wanted to yell at them that they didn't understand what they were giving up so easily. It... I don't know," Harry huffed out his answer.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>I felt the same way. They had what I didn't, and I couldn't understand why they would just throw it away like they could go into the Snogsmeade and find a new person. It made me jealous... envious because I didn't think it would ever happen to me."</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Same here. I thought being the Boy-Who-Came kept people away from me."</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>It does. It's not your fault, but it does. I've seen it happen."</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry pulled his head back and a fierce gaze settled on his face.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>I never wanted to tell you this, but you do deserve to know, Harry, and you already know for the most part," Neville told him in a guarded manner. "I told you people talk in front of me like I'm not there or invisible."</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry nodded.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>I heard guys say you were fun to have sex with, but they couldn't imagine dating you what with all you'd been through. They thought it was... scary... or at least really strange and they said they didn't want to have anything to do with you for more than one afternoon. There's a rumor that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Fucked is going to hunt you down and make you like him."</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>That's... well, he might try if he wasn't stuck sharing bodies with people, but I'd never let him make me like him. I'd fight him to the death first," Harry reacted to one part, and then thought of the other. "People really believe that, and it's why I couldn't get a boyfriend before?"</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville shrugged.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Are you afraid that might happen?"</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>If... Holdequart tries, then I'll fight right next to you. He'd have to kill me to get to you!"</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">For Neville to use a name Harry knew terrified him, a condition bred into the wizarding community through gossip, innuendo, and superstition, meant more to him than he could explain in that moment. Instead, he hauled Neville's face down to his and let an extremely passionate kiss do the talking. Neville responded in kind. They started to grind against one another as their desires began to surface. Per their particular standard the greenhouse proved to be a potent aphrodisiac. As Harry got more and more engaged with the kiss, even to the point where he began pulling at Neville's clothing, Neville disengaged.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Work first, sex later," the taller of the two teenager panted.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Dammit!" Harry growled through a wanton grin.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">A rare kind of smile crossed Neville's face, and it melted Harry's heart. It did not diminish the passion he felt, but a new context got added. It made the moment more memorable, and Harry decided to add to it.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Ass Cleft is beautiful, and he is a big bucket of pure sex," Harry said in a rough voice. "Diktor's got an amazing body and knows what to do with it. Ron can fuck with the best of them. Half the guys in this castle are very good looking and amazing at sex."</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville appeared confused.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>And I would still rather have you than any of them. There is more beauty in you, Neville, than ten Cedric Diggorys. You got a body you earned by working for others because you're generous with yourself instead of playing a silly game. And each time I feel you in me, I know it's you and it's the best sex I can imagine. It's because of what's in here," and Harry tapped Neville's chest," that makes it all so much better. I'd take you any day of the week over anyone else."</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>You're only saying that to make me fall in love with you, aren't you?" His boyfriend said and smirked.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Ah, duh! Did it work?"</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Totally."</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">They kissed again with the same fiery passion. This time Neville forgot all about the planters as they sank to the floor. It did not take long before the windows began to fog over.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The last of March passed and April arrived with better weather. The days warmed up, although the rain continued to fall. Harry made a secret trip to Madam Pomfrey, and she taught him a spell that would clamp his mouth shut while he slept. Thus, he managed to put aside his worries about the next challenge and focus on both his boyfriend and his studies. Each day he and Neville seemed to become more firmly embedded in each other's life in complex and subtle ways. They continued to astound those around them because they did not need to spend each waking moment attached at the hip. They pursued individual interests, but always returned to each other every night to share their experiences. Both also started to note strange happenings with other boys in the school.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>McLaggen hit on me again," Neville said as he and Harry sat at table in the common room trying to complete homework. "That's the third time."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I told you the boys would notice all that goodness you kept hidden for so long," Harry warmly replied without looking up.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry, he was serious."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I know he was. He hit on me, too."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>When?" Neville queried.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Two days ago in the library. He got shushed," Harry answered and chuckled at the memory.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Danny Kershaw did the same thing last week," his boyfriend whispered.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry finally looked up. He smiled at Neville. Neville wore a perplexed expression.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Part of it is because you're not available anymore. It makes you more attractive. It's like saying you can't have something, and then that's all you can think about. Hermione explained it to me," he said.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It's kind of embarrassing really. I'm not used to this sort of attention," Neville grumbled.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>From what I can gather it's a bit of reverse psychology going on. If you got around with the guys, you and me dating wouldn't be that big of a deal. Since I'm your first boyfriend and your mine, they want to know why and maybe -- just maybe -- get a taste of it. Happens with the girls, too," Harry further explained.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It doesn't bother you?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Nah. Have fun with it. Flirt back. Lead `em on if you want, and then let `em know you're exclusive. It'll make the boys crazy and they'll want you more."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Isn't that sort of like playing exploding snap and with petrol at the same time?" Neville cautious asked.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>In what way?" Harry queried with real curiosity.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well, what if it's in a secluded spot and he starts..." and Neville glanced around to see if anyone listened, "you know, starts taking off clothes."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Oh, that's easy. Just point at his tadger and ask if that's all he's got. Works a treat and kills the mood every time."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville let out with a loud bark of laughter that drew looks from others. Unlike being in the library, nobody shushed them.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You're having one on me, aren't you?" Harry's boyfriend simultaneously chuckled and mumbled.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Nope. I've done that myself with some of the first years who can't take a hint," Harry stated. Then he, too, glanced around in a conspiratorial fashion. "Did, ah, Ron ever talk to you?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Not even once. I even half-invited him, too, but he just turned red and walked away. I really want to find out what he has to say."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I'm not surprised to hear that. Ron likes to be the assertive one. I think that's what finally turned him off from Colin. Colin didn't have any problem saying what he wanted even if he couldn't deliver most of the time like Ron claimed."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well, Colin is dating someone from Ravenclaw..." Neville began to say as he toyed with a quill.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Hufflepuff... Ernie MacMillan. Saw them shagging in Sinistra's classroom over the weekend. Didn't seem like Colin couldn't deliver by the look on Ernie's face," Harry interrupted and provided what information he knew.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry watched the visage of Neville change. A downcast look started on his forehead and drifted down to his mouth. It seemed odd given the current topic. The quiet of the common room, an indication that people needed to study more than mess around as the end of the school year hove into view, added to the overall mood at the small table where they sat.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Neville?" Harry quietly used the name to ask the larger question.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Is there something wrong with me, Harry?" Neville rejoined in a flat tone, but did not wait for an answer. "I know I'm not a breeder, never was, but... why can't I do stuff with guys like you or Ron... or even Colin and feel good about it? It's like something is stuck in my head."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>There's nothing wrong with you. Who says everyone has to act or be the same? You're you, Neville, and it's as close to perfect as I've even seen... at least for me."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Stop filling my head with fluff."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It's not fluff, Neville," Harry rejoined and let some anger show. Neville glanced up at him in a flash. "I don't say things just to make you feel better. I tell you what I think... what I feel, and I mean it. You're being a git comparing yourself to me or Colin... or even Ron. I always saw it as you saving yourself for a relationship that's more solid and real. It's why I work so hard in making sure I live up to your standards. Made me a better person, too."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville blinked and said nothing.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Quit it," he rumbled at his boyfriend. "I've said that to you at least a dozen times. I know you probably won't believe this, but do you how good it made me feel when I told Ass Cleft no the last time he wanted to sleep with me? He even seemed proud of me. Actually, he said it."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Most people would say you're daft for turning him down," his boyfriend said with a modicum of humor.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>And nobody else gets to crawl into your bed and hold you like I get to, so I'd say I get a lot more out of saying no than yes."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The look Neville gave him Harry learned to interpret several weeks before. It spoke of love and fear of losing it. Harry understood that. He could not begin to formulate how to keep a relationship on track, but he knew he loved Neville in a way he never loved another person and it terrified him to think it might disappear some day. Thus, the expression on Neville's face said how much he wanted to be loved and how scared it made him feel he might be wrong about the person with whom he fell in love. In some respects, Harry wished he garnered more experience in relationships.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Come on," he finally broke the strangely tense silence and began to pack his books and supplied away. "I need to show you something."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>All right," Neville quietly said and also started organizing his things.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">When they both got prepared, Harry grabbed Neville's hand. They went to the stairs leading upward, and then climbed to the fourth-year dorm. Harry pulled Neville into their empty chambers. In the room, he pushed his boyfriend into a sitting position. He dropped his book bag, and shucked off his shoes. Neville's eyes narrowed as he tried to figure out Harry's intent. With a skill borne of much practice, Harry slowly stripped until he stood naked in front of Neville. His pecker became semi-rigid.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I want you to look at me," he instructed Neville.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Oh, I am," Neville gamely replied and reached for his tie.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>No. Hands down and really look at me," Harry ordered the shy teenager.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville did as requested. Harry stood with his arms held out and his legs spread as if imitating the famous painting Vitruvian Man by the famed mage who masqueraded as a muggle artist, Leonardo da Vinci. Harry tried to remain motionless. He said nothing for nearly a minute.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Do you see anything that makes me any more special than anyone else?" Harry inquired.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I see you, Harry, and that's pretty damn special," Neville rejoined.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>But is there anything on the surface, other than that fucking scar, that really makes me different from other boys?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville slowly shook his head back and forth.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Good, now stand up and take off your clothes," Harry again ordered his boyfriend.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville gradually got to his feet and continued to stare at Harry as if Harry might possibly be going around the bend as so many predicted he would year after year. He carefully removed his clothing piece by piece, folded them, and set the items on the bed until he stood in only his underwear. Neville stopped.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Those, too," Harry told him and pointed to the baggy boxers.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville turned a light shade of pink as he complied. Unlike Harry, his penis stood fully erect. Harry's swelled a bit more in reaction to the sight. However, Harry remained focused on his intent.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I see you naked, Neville, and... well, you can see what it physically does to me," he remarked as his pecker finished standing up. "But this -- these bodies -- aren't what fell in love with each other. It's what's up here in our heads and here, even though hearts just pump blood, but you know what I mean."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville nodded.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I don't care if we have sex, Neville," Harry continued. "I mean, I'll take it whenever I can get it, but that's not what I really want. I just want to feel certain you'll be there for me when I need you, and I sure as hell hope you know I'm trying to do the same for you. I just want to be near you. I want to feel your hand in mine. I don't want to feel alone and scared all the time. You make me feel part of something bigger, stronger than me. I'm not afraid when I'm with you. That's what you do for me."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">He gestured to their naked bodies as two tears edged out of his eye and ran down the sides of his face. Harry could not recall when he spoke with such complete honesty and openness to another person. It made him feel vulnerable in ways that did scare him, but he wanted Neville to know what the presence of the quiet young man did for him. He saw Neville's eyes sparkle, and then well up. Tears also streaked his boyfriend's face.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Sometimes," Neville croaked in a hoarse voice. "Sometimes I think this a dream, and I'm going to wake up and it'll all be like it was at the beginning of the year. I haven't even told my gran yet `bout me and you. I wanted something like this, someone like you, so bad for so long I don't trust that it's real, Harry. Does that make sense?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry nodded and walked to the young man who appeared absolutely petrified. Harry pressed as much of his naked body against his boyfriend's naked form as he could. It did feel like a dream, and yet Harry knew it to be very real. He held Neville while Neville folded him into a hug.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I really am here, Neville. And I really do love you," Harry whispered but loud enough to be heard. </span></span></span> </p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">He heard Neville sob once, and the long carriage of the teenager vibrated a little. Harry's emotions surged at such a high rate his fingers started to tingle. In his mind he recited over and over how deep his feelings ran for Neville, young though he might be, and started to see forever stretch out and Neville's hand stayed clasped in his hand the entire way. In that vision he sensed happiness and security.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry," Neville said in a light voice. "Stop tickling me."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I'm not tickling you. I'm just holding you," Harry told him.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville began to squirm. Finally, the teenager unwrapped Harry's arms from around him. He then held Harry's hands, palm up, between them. Both boys gasped. From Harry's hands small motes of light, like illuminated golden glass beads, floated upward and dissipated several inches above. Harry gazed up at Neville who with a wondrous expression fixed to his visage appeared more beautiful than any other living person person he ever saw. Neville gradually looked away from Harry's hands and peered into the emerald eyes. A smile of pure joy seemed to infuse his features. A tickling sensation teased Harry's hands. He glanced down and saw the same minuscule lights rising from Neville's appendages.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You're sparkling," Harry giggled.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You started it," Neville replied and snickered as well.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What is this?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville shrugged and continued to quietly laugh. Harry lifted his hands and ran them down Neville's chest. The taller of the teenagers managed to hum and snicker at the same time. Neville then slid his hands around Harry's side and down to the buttocks. A strange, wonderful feeling skittered across his flesh wherever Neville touched him. He wanted more. He wanted it from Neville. It seemed natural when they fell into each other. Their mouths connected, and Harry felt as though he dined on raw lightning. His entire body seemed electrified. The two boys fell to the side and onto Harry's bed.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I don't know what this is, but I don't ever want it to stop," Neville breathlessly spoke after lifting his head a little.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Mmm-hmm," Harry agreed and resumed the kiss.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The situation evolved rapidly from there. It only took a matter of minutes before they fondled and stroke each other's pulsing erections. Wherever Neville's hand touched Harry, it felt like a light discharge of static electricity. It even crackled a few times. They chuckled when it did. Stroking lead to more kissing that lead nibbling. They teased one another with their lips and small nips in sensitive places. Words did not pass between then, yet Harry believed he knew exactly what Neville thought. An overwhelming urge to completely give himself over rose to the fore. However, he did not want to rush. Harry wanted events to play out naturally between them.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ten minutes later, perhaps more since time seemed warped to Harry, they began feasting on each other's straining young manhood. Harry's mouth engulfed Neville's stiff pole and he took it as far into his throat as he could. He inhaled the hidden scent of his boyfriend. It made his senses swim. Moreover, Neville took the same approach. For weeks he worked on it, and that evening he managed a feat he swore he would master. Harry felt the shy teenager's nose press against his scrotum. Jubilation coursed through him. The two boys nuzzled faces into crotches as they sought to bring as much pleasure to the other as they could, all the while receiving the same. A small eternity passed in a state of stupendous delight. It amazed Harry when he did not ejaculate, yet something tugged at him wanting more.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry reluctantly freed his face. Neville did the same, and appeared to do so with the same reluctance. After spinning around on his butt, he prepared trap Neville in a hug, but Neville proved quicker. Arms made strong by constantly working in the gardens and greenhouses snagged Harry. His back got pulled into Neville's chest as an almost crushing embrace ensnared him. Harry willingly gave into it. Kisses got dotted along his neck and shoulders.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You own me," Neville whispered.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>No," Harry instantly rejected the idea. "We give. We accept. We don't take. We don't trap. Whatever we do, we do it freely."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Then I freely give myself to you, Harry Potter."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>And I freely give myself to you, Neville Longbottom."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry twisted his head to the side and lips found his. Neville's long hand slid up and down from Harry's neck to his stomach and back again. Tendrils of current followed wherever the fingers roamed. Neville took Harry's</span></span></span></span><span> </span><span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>quivering erection gently in hand. It felt like a ten thousand volts ran through Harry. Harry</span></span></span></span><span> </span><span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>slid his hand between their bodies and found the hard, hot shaft. He latched onto it. Neville gasped into his mouth. A need, not a want, drove Harry. He freed his lips and whispered a word. The hand grasping Neville became slick, as did the object it held. They continued kissing even as Harry's right leg rose and crossed over his boyfriend's thigh.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What Harry needed became apparent as the slippery shaft slid between his buttocks. Neville retracted his hips, and it allowed Harry to align</span></span></span></span><span> </span><span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>everything. A soon as the spongy head of erection nestled into the wrinkled opening, Neville began to press forward. Harry pressed backward. The two gradually became one as Neville entered Harry. Both sighed with unadulterated pleasure born of their feelings. Harry nearly wept with happiness when he felt Neville's hips press firmly against his buttocks. He broke the kiss and arched his back in an effort to get every millimeter into him. Neville thrust forward with more force.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Oh, god, I love you, Neville," Harry mumbled as he drifted through ocean of emotions.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I love you, Harry," Neville whispered into Harry's ear.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville then began to rock his hips back and forth, sliding in and out of the one he tightly held. Harry leaned his head back against the shoulder of the teenager who filled him to perfection. A slow, steady rhythm took shape. Harry imagined he could feel the energies crackling between their bodies as they made love. Neville stroked the hard organ in his hand in counter-tempo to his thrusts. The passion in that moment seemed like fire as they expressed themselves to each other without words but with very serious intent. Harry knew he would always know exactly what it meant to be connected to another person, and fervently hoped Neville experienced the same. Time seemed meaningless as they joined in pure emotion.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Somehow Harry's mind recorded a voice that sounded oddly like Séamus' saying: "Laddy, there's no place there for you."</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ain't that the truth," he recalled Ron's seemingly sad response.</span></span></span></p> <hr> <p>The novel parts of this work, including characters, plot, and setting, are licensed under</p> <p><a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/"> <img src="https://i.creativecommons.org/l/by/4.0/88x31.png" name="Image1" alt="Creative Commons License" width="90" height="33"> </a> <a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/"> </a><a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/">Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License</a>.</p> <p>The characters, plot, and settings originating in <u>Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire</u><span> remain licensed to J.K. 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Harry Potter and the Loo of Desire Chapter 10 This work is a parody of J.K Rowling's Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, and it is not endorsed by either J.K. Rowling or her publishers. As a parody, this work is protected under the Fair Use Doctrine. The characterizations in this work deviate significantly from the original, and this does not imply these characterizations exist in the original work. The author received no financial compensation or endorsements for the production of this work. All characters in this story are fictional. This story depicts sexual acts between consenting minor males. This story is meant for entertainment purposes only and in no way reflects reality. Please be aware of local laws or ordinances that may prohibit the reading of such material. Comments regarding the story may be sent to dricshae(at)gmail(dot)com Please support Nifty with donations if able. DONATE HERE (A Parody) Chapter 10: A Lusty Challenge Once everyone found out all the champions made it to the next round, it seemed the school forgot about the challenge. At the evening meal the following night, Professor Dumbledore announced the second task would take place on February 14th. While the majority of the students found it a hokey date on which to stage the event, Harry surmised it to be a clue. It also gave him about six weeks to prepare. He could not imagine how he should get ready. "You know the prefect's bathroom tub has jets in it you can use to create a current. Maybe you can do some swimming practice in there. Ass Cleft would help you get in," Ron suggested a week later during history class. The new semester started, but their schedules did not change. One class in particular worried Harry as he contemplated the change he would make. However and at that moment, the history class remained the best place to carry out a long conversation. Professor Binns rarely noticed when the students did so if they kept the volume very low. "Maybe Hagrid could help you," Hermione suggested as she wrote down seemingly random words spoken by the professor. "You could use the lake." "It's mostly frozen over, Hermione, in case you didn't notice, and it would be too cold to swim in for very long. I'd drown before I went ten meters," Harry said and rejected the idea. "I like the prefect tub idea." "You know you'll get docked points if one of the prefects complain to McGonagall or their head of house," she warned and cracked her knuckles to make clear her stance on the issue. "Not if he tells them he's training for the challenge," Ron countered. The three glanced at one another. It sounded like a reasonable expectation. While some students continued to call Harry an illegitimate champion, most just wanted to see one of the Snogwarts competitors win. School pride tended to trump house pride, except, perhaps, in the case of the Slytherins. Harry enjoyed the fact the Slytherins avoided him after Hermione's brutal revenge on Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, but gossip started to build. He did not mention it during their discussion. "So you've got two-thirds of the next challenge figured out. What about the last line?" Ron returned to main topic. "Do you know your heart's desire?" Harry flatly asked one of his best friends. "What about you, Hermione?" "Boobs," she instantly stated. "Boobs and maybe a nice set of thighs I can really hold onto while I get down there and start lapping..." "Ew, Hermione, stop!" Ron hissed. "You want me to start describing what I do to Diktor when his pants drop?" The young woman made a foul face. "Besides, I don't think he can list body parts as his heart's desire," he concluded. "It's got to be something important to me. If I still had my Nimbus, I'd say it was that," Harry opined. "So it's a thing?" Hermione questioned. "Harry, did you ever see that muggle movie about the girl who gets tossed around by a tornado, and it had those sexy witches in it and the rumpled old wizard, and she said something about finding her heart's desire at home?" "Yeah, The Wizard of Oz. I like it. The Tin Man is kind of hot." Ron started to quietly laugh to himself. "He went and saw it after our first year, and he thought it was hysterical," Harry explained Ron's reaction. "But Dorothy never really said what her heart's desire was... `cept she wanted to go home. I sure as hell am not going to claim the Dursley's house as that!" "Well, you're going to have to figure out what it is you value most in order to get through the challenge," Hermione harrumphed when Ron would not stop giggling about the film. "After your brilliant showing at the first one, people are starting to expect a lot out of you." "Me? Why? I didn't want to be in this dumb tournament in the first place. You know half the people in our school don't think I belong and I somehow cheated to get in!" Harry moodily said and felt his hackles rise. "And stop laughing, Ron. The movie wasn't that funny." "What? Gimme a break, Harry. Those flying monkeys just about did me in!" Ron shot back and started snickering again. "But she's got a point. People are looking to you more than Ass Cleft to win this. Setting that dragon loose was inspired. Mental, but inspired." "Don't encourage him, Ron," Hermione said and slapped his left bicep hard enough that several people turned their heads to find the source of the sound. "Besides, if this challenge is under water in the lake, he's got a bigger problem to worry about?" "What? Bigger than the squid or kelpies?" Harry let his head twitch back and forth as his friends discussed his problem. Hearing Hermione say she thought of a larger issue with the challenge made his blood run cold. He waited for her to explain. "Yes. Did you forget there are Merscots down there? Think of the word clan and what it means, and then think of where this school is located," she elaborated. Harry's mouth fell open. Ron's followed a split second later. A strange form of terror began to build in his gut. He snapped his mouth shut for fear a scream would rip out of him. Harry knew he could deal with kelpies. The giant squid never harmed anyone, and it saved Dennis Creevey on his arrival at Snogwarts. Harry could even envision figuring out how to deal with the normal merpeople, but Merscots presented an entirely different and more significant threat. He sat back and tried to calm his mind. However all he could think about came in the form of bearded half-fish people who could fight like the devil himself and generally displayed a much harsher temperament. "Harry? Harry?" Hermione said his name and shook his shoulder. "I think you've gone and shorted out his brain, Hermione," Ron grumbled. "You didn't do him much of a favor by reminding what's really down in those waters." "No, Ron, she did help," Harry retorted in a thin voice. "I forgot all about them blighters. This changes everything." Hermione looked smug and Ron appeared annoyed. "Doesn't matter if I can't figure out my heart's desire if I can't get to it. I might as well just let the Merscots have whatever it is," he told his friends. The three glanced at one another. Harry could feel the truth in his words. If the challenge did include squaring off against the aquatic Picts, then he truly stood no chance of completing the task let alone winning. None of the champions did. "I'm telling you: Dumbledore plans to eliminate the lot of you in one go. What's he thinking sending you to face Merscots? There'll only be little pieces of you left by the time they get done. That and a couple of empty ale kegs," Ron theorized aloud. Hermione hit him so hard on the arm Ron flew out of his chair and skidded almost a meter on the floor. A number of students started to snicker, and that drew Professor Binns' attention. Harry and Hermione pretended to take notes while Ron remained on the floor rubbing his arm and silently howling in pain. It took a while before Ron could return to his seat unnoticed, and then he glared at Hermione during the remainder of the session. Harry got absorbed in trying to fight off his sense of fear and foreboding. During lunch Neville could barely get a word out of him. Harry only stated he discovered a new difficulty with the tournament challenge, and then sank back into his own thinking. The Merscots presented what could only be called an insurmountable problem. After lunch he went to classes and remembered none of what got discussed. "Harry, what is it?" Neville asked as they sat next to one another on his bed following an early dinner. "It's... real trouble," Harry mumbled as he envisioned a swarm of Merscots tearing him to pieces. Ever since the days surrounding the Yuletide Dance, Harry and Neville developed a habit where they would sit next to each other on one or the other's bed to study or talk. Sometimes pants would disappear and they would watch as they individually masturbated to orgasm. However, it did not matter to Harry what they did: he found comfort in Neville's quiet presence. For three weeks he wrangled with his feelings regarding his dorm-mate and friend. Neville did not appear to be in the same quandary. Now with the terrifying new aspect of the challenge confronting him, Harry needed Neville's solidity more than ever. "How bad is it?" Neville inquired in a small voice. "Merscots." "Barking Bartleby, Harry, why would you want to go and mess with Merscots?" The normally reserved teenager exploded into voluble concern. Harry reviewed the entire issue of the next challenge, referencing the lines of text he excised from the dragon butt-plug that sat on his nightstand like a trophy, and focused on the middle line. The clan never seen on land, as everyone surmised, could only mean people under the water. The regular merpeople never referred to themselves as a clan, choosing instead to call themselves a race. Merscots, however, clung to the traditions of their distant highland and lowland cousins. "That's totally mad. Why would they make you face something like that?" Neville remarked after listening. "Ron thinks it's Dumbledore trying to kill all the champions at once," he replied. "Dumbledore is daft, I'll give you that, but the Ministry would never let him get away with this." "What if the ministry and the other school heads are in league with him? This tournament would rank right up there with the fifteen-twenty-six one that did kill all the champions." "Didn't you say that happened during the dragon challenge?" Neville asked for clarification. Harry nodded and said as if reading from a book: "In nineteen hundred and ninety-five the champions entered the water to find their heart's desire, and no one ever saw them again... at least not in one piece." In a complete surprise move, Neville snaked his right arm around Harry's shoulder and pulled him into a tight side-hug. Harry could feel himself melting into it. It gave him a sense of both comfort and security. He also loved the way Neville smelled, so he surreptitiously deeply inhaled. "No, I refuse to accept they're just going to send you to a slaughter," Neville intoned with a fierceness Harry seldom heard from the young man. "There's got to be a different explanation." "Let me know when you find out what is `cause I've been banging my head against it all day. Besides, it was Hermione who remembered the Merscots, and you know how she thinks," Harry glumly said and pressed his body closer to Neville's. `Maybe if you know what your heart's desire is before the competition and could save it and let them take something else..." Harry waited to see if his friend would finish. When Neville did not, Harry said: "Neville, I'd still have to go retrieve whatever it is they're sending down there. It wouldn't matter: I'll still have to go." "I can honestly say I really don't want you to die in some stupid contest." Part of Harry's mind seized on Neville's words and tried to make more of them. Harry wrestled within himself with a reminder that while they enjoyed a close friendship, Neville never made so much as a single advance on him. Twice in his past he misread the signs from someone and made an ass of himself that emotionally tormented him for weeks. Harry did not want to jeopardize his relationship with Neville by imaging it to be something more simply because he felt lonely. "Thanks, that's... nice to hear, Neville," he replied. "Why do you have to go and say it like that, Harry? You've become my closest friend and it'd kill me if anything happened to you," the subtly handsome teenager railed at him. "No, I didn't mean it like. The whole situation depresses me," Harry tried to deflect, but he kept hearing the word friend in his his mind. "I got lucky with the dragon `cause you pointed me in the right direction..." "So did Hermione, so I don't get all the credit." Harry smiled in a sad fashion because he wanted to give Neville all the credit. "You've got some weeks left, so there's enough time to research this and find a way around it. Didn't you say it was one of those books that taught you about dragon etiquette? That's what saved you, Harry: information and knowing when and how to use it," Neville spoke as one who truly believed in the power of knowledge, and it made him equal to Hermione in that respect. "I guess you're right, Neville. Thanks. I supposed spending endless hours in the library is better than moping around," he quipped. "That's the spirit, Harry!" Harry smirked because the subtle sarcasm he intended got lost on the recipient. The topic of the challenge wore on him too much throughout the day, so he changed the topic. He asked if Neville approached Madam Sprout about becoming her full-time, recognized student assistant. "No, not yet. Start of term is always pretty crazy. Besides, it wouldn't take effect until next year. Only fifth years and higher are allowed to be assistants," Neville reported with the certainty of one who knew the subject. "Oh, did I tell you she awarded you and me with twenty points for getting the planters ready over the holidays. She said it showed initiative and dedication." "She's right, Neville, but you should've got all the points. Without you it wouldn't have happened," Harry tried to demure. "Why do you do that?" "Do what?" "Try to avoid taking credit for things you do?" Neville bluntly asked. "Oh, you're the one to talk," Harry returned. "You don't want to be recognized for how smart you are. You beg off every time I say it was you who helped me get through the first challenge, and don't get me started about the Yule dance. You came through for me that day in spades, Neville, and you know it!" "And you don't get that I got as much out of that as you did. I didn't ask you to the dance just for your sake. I wanted to go with someone... and I really wanted to go with you," his dear friend sternly rejoined. "All this year you've been different toward me, better... like a real friend..." Harry pulled away a bit, but not completely out of Neville's hold. He liked it too much. He stared the shy teenager as questions mounted in his head. However, one very specific point needed to be addressed. "I am your friend. When are you going to get that through your head? You're almost as thick as Ron like that. Look, Neville, I really, really like you," Harry interjected and then softened his delivery. "Take right now. It's like your trying to protect me from the tournament challenge, and... well, it feels good... nice." He saw the blush crawl up Neville's neck and the odd smirk that flickered on his lips. Harry quickly started to mentally kick himself so he would not read too much into the reaction, He remembered Neville's overall shy nature and how he reacted to what could be construed as intimate moments. "I didn't want you to think you'd failed the challenge before it even began. I've done too much of that in my life. I hate it, you know, when that voice in my head starts saying it's not going to work out and I shouldn't even try," Neville said in a flinty manner. "We've all got that voice in our head, you know? Sometimes I'm too stupid to pay attention to it when it's trying to save my life... like when I freed that dragon. He could've killed you all," Harry reminded his friend. "But he didn't. I was there, Harry, and I heard and saw everything. You made that deal with it, and that took guts while his claw was on your back. That was bravery." "Sometimes I think people forget there's a fine line separating bravery from dumb luck or stupidity." "Yeah, and it's called courage. That's what I admire most about you, you know? Your courage. You go out and do things even when your afraid. I want to be more like that," Neville stated while he looked down. "Neville," and Harry shook the young man a little as he said the name. "Don't think I'm more than I really am. I'm not anything special. I'm mostly lucky. It may look brave, but don't mistake for it what it really is. I do stupid things that should rightly get me killed. I get Ron and Hermione into all sorts of trouble because of it. It's not fun, if that's what you're thinking. It's terrifying some of the stuff we get into. I need to start wearing brown pants when I head off to do something without thinking about it." Neville appeared to get the joke reference and he smirked. "Listen, mate, my life... the stuff that happens to me, don't be envious of it. I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy... well, okay, maybe I would if it were Holdequart, but I wouldn't even wish it on Malfoy. If I could get it to stop right now, right this instant, I would." "You'd be bored in a week," Neville plainly stated. "Harry, I've watched you for three years now, and you can't help yourself. I know you can't. Maybe you are mental, but I've seen how you can't sit still when something doesn't seem right to you. It's how I know you're going to go through with this challenge. All I can do is help you prepare and get ready. I want to be there for you, in your corner, and maybe give you at least one person to come back to." Harry could not remember what got said after that. He knew he sat talking with Neville for at least another hour before they called it a night and went to sleep. Over and over his mind kept replaying the last sentence he could remember. Neville wanted to be there for him, to be a reason to return from whatever foolishness into which he got himself. Time and again he argued with his brain telling it to stop jumping at flights of his imagination and taking it as reality. He told himself repeatedly Neville simply presented the finest in what friendship meant and how one should act. It kept him awake nearly the whole night. By the Friday of the following week Harry realized he reached both a crossroad and a dead end. He read as much as he could on the Merscots, and what he found he found disappointing. Most of the information came from gossip, hearsay, and secondhand accounts. Real, living witnesses proved impossible to find or prove. It all read like guesswork to Harry. On that Hermione and Neville agreed when he showed each on independent occasions what he learned. It seemed legend, myth, and rumor might be his only sources of information, and he did not trust it. Thus, when classes ended on that Friday, Harry went to the Hufflepuff house to discuss it with at least one champion. "We need the others on this," Ass Cleft said within seconds after hearing only part of what Harry stated. It took them ten minutes to reach the quay where the Spurmstung ship docked. It appeared to be some sort of cross between a Spanish galleon from the sixteenth century and a British dreadnought from the early nineteenth. The wood seemed to be stained black, although Harry thought it could be wood itself. With sails furled, the masts and spars looked like charred skeletal appendages, and the rigging resembled nothing more than cobwebs. They saw barnacles and other crustaceans dotting the sides of the vessel. The cannon ports got replaced with portholes, and light glowed from most of them. The entire ship creaked ever so slightly as it rocked in icy waves that traveled the spots of open surface on the loch surrounding three-quarters of Snogwarts. "They could go to war in that thing." Harry commented as they drew near the vessel. "They probably have by the way some of the Spurmstungs talk about it," Diggory rejoined. "Look, they've got sentries posted." Cedric's sharp eyes spied the Spurmstungs dressed in dark cloaks standing watch at several points along the gunwales. They did not move, yet it seemed they watched everything. Harry and Ass Cleft only got within four meters of the ship. "Stop!" A thickly accented voice yelled at them. "Turn back." "My name is Cedric Diggory and this is Harry Potter. We need to see Diktor right away!" Ass Cleft replied in a confident voice. "Go away!" The guard told them. "No," Diggory calmly returned. "We need to see Diktor and we need to see him now. This is about the tournament challenge, and it's important!" A rustle of heavy material, almost like canvas, floated down toward them. Harry saw a number of the sentries raise their arms. He started to back up, but Cedric grabbed his jacket and held him place. A tense standoff ensued. "Diggory?" A familiar voice shouted down from the main deck a couple of minutes later. "Kum!" Ass Cleft shouted back. "Why are you here?" "Potter's got some bad news for us, and you really, really need to hear it." Harry could hear murmuring between the Spurmstung students. After a minute a gangplank lowered from the side of the ship until one end touched the dock. A dark figure then stepped from the ship and traveled down the length of the plank. Slowly the image of Diktor Kum came into focus. The ship itself appeared to obscure the details of the passengers. Harry suspected magic. "What is it now, Harry?" Diktor said in short manner. "Ever hear of Merscots?" Harry bluntly asked in return. "What is this thing you say?" "Come one, we need to go to the library so you can understand this, Diktor," Ass Cleft said in his usual diplomatic fashion. The Bulgarian gave both of them a hard, long stare. Following half a minute of tense silence, he turned and shouted to his schoolmates in his native language. A short conversation took place. It ended when two of the sentries raised their hands. The gangplank then started to rise. "Let's go." Less than ten minutes later the three champions stood in the library at a table with a book Harry grabbed from the shelves. He already referenced it once, and knew the exact page to find. Seconds later the two other champions leaned over and started reading. Harry watched their faces. Ass Cleft already appeared concerned before he started to scan the text, but he looked increasingly grim with each passing second. Diktor Kum's face froze into an immobile frown. Harry waited for them to finish. "You think we are to meet these Merscots?" Diktor asked, and he no longer sounded petulant. "None of the other creatures in the lake call themselves a clan. It's all... very Scottish," Harry replied. "But these words say they kill us on sight!" Harry nodded. Cedric's perfect eyebrows crept toward one another and almost touched. Harry then saw a ripple of emotion he never thought he would on Diktor's face: Diktor momentarily appeared afraid. "Dumbledore is sending us into battle," Ass Cleft mumbled. "He's sending us to get killed," Harry amended, and then explained what Ron theorized about Dumbledore's intent. "This is... what you say, mad! Krackhead would never agree to challenge like this," Kum spat. "Did he know or understand what is in that lake?" Diggory asserted and pointed out the window that Harry knew to be in the wrong direction. The Bulgarian skeeter seemed uncertain. Harry closed the book, picked it up, and returned it to the shelf. When he returned to the table, Ass Cleft and Kum exchanged a series of furtive looks. It did not need an explanation. "I've been struggling with this... knowledge for the past week. I've talked to the smartest people I know and they can't figure out a way for me to survive this. That's when I knew I had to tell you guys," Harry admitted to them. "And Foul?" Ass Cleft inquired. "One of you will have to talk to her. She won't even give me the time of the day unless one of you are with me. I don't exist when you're not around." "I'll take care of it, Harry. She'll listen to me." "And if she do not listen, then she make her own choice," Diktor warned. The three of them shifted on their feet. None of them ever sat down. Harry knew he could not since the topic of the challenge filled him with nervous energy. He glanced at the two older teenagers. He hoped they would give him some words of encouragement. "You see this like plug riddle, no?" Kum asked him after a lengthy silence. "You need to know when someone is setting you up to get murdered. This is the real difference between right and wrong, and that riddle doesn't even compare," Harry stated. "You are good man, Potter. I have respect for you." Harry blushed at the compliment. "Seriously, we owe you for this one, Harry. You didn't have to tell us..." "Centaur shit, Ass Cleft: I had to tell you," Harry interjected. "I'd like to think you'd've told me if you found this out first!" Cedric and Diktor both bobbed their heads. "Say, do you still have your key to prefect's bathroom?" Harry inquired. "Yeah. Why?" "'Cause I need to practice my swimming. So if you think you owe me for telling you about the Merscots, let me borrow it," he carefully formed his request. "I'd have to open the bathroom for you. The key is attuned to Hufflepuffs, just like the Gryffindor key would work for you and not me," Ass Cleft told him. "Oh, yeah, that makes sense," Harry replied. "Well, okay. Let me know the next time you can let me in, would you?" "I can let you in now? I've got the key with me." Harry planned on going later, but he changed his mind since it required Ass Cleft to let him in the prefect's bathroom. He nodded in agreement. "You are to go swimming in tub? How is this?" Diktor inquired. "You saw how huge the tubs are. I mean, the regular bathroom easily held five of us," Harry replied. "You can get ten people in the Prefect one," Cedric said and his cheeks grew a little flush, "Plus, it has these water jets that can set up a flow... a current you can swim against. A lot of prefects use it for that from time to time." Harry got a distinct impression swim practice did not rank high the list of uses for the glorious tub. "This I must see," the famous Bulgarian said and started to walk away. Harry and Ass Cleft exchanged a glance, and then went following after their fellow champion. When they caught up to him in a few steps, Cedric took the lead. Although Harry did not need the guidance, the Hufflepuff lead them the fable bathroom. The indicator showed the room to be empty, so Diggory extracted the key from his pocket. He inserted it into the lock, muttered a spell, and it unlocked. He pushed the door open. Harry saw the prefect's bathroom in the past, but it always amazed anew. Diktor looked flabbergasted. "Go on in," Ass Cleft instructed them while glancing up and down the hall. Harry trotted inside, and Diktor immediately followed. Diggory also stepped into the bathroom. He door closed, and the glass instantly frosted over making it impossible to see in or out. They all heard a much larger click as the locks slid into place. "This is... like palace," Diktor say while spinning in a circle and admiring the room. "Who need bathroom like this?" "Apparently Dumbledore and some his cohorts back when they were students," Ass Cleft stated. "I heard they worked on this bathroom all through their fifth and sixth years. After that, other prefects added more to it... updated some of the fixtures and the tub. It sort of grew over time. None of the headmasters told them to stop even when they took over a classroom to give them more space." "That's mental," Harry happily mumbled. Diktor walked further in toward the tub roughly a third the size of an Olympic-sized pool. Gold faucets and nozzles occupied one quarter of the gleaming white tub with a sea-blue tile bottom. Harry thought he could detect a faint hint of lavender in the air as he, too, walked toward the tub. Cedric brought up the rear. The three of them stood at the edge. "This beyond what I could imagine," Diktor whispered as he knelt down and stuck his hand in the water. "Warm." "Well, it is a bathtub for all intents and purposes," Diggory rejoined. Before either Harry or Diggory could move and without so much as a by-your-leave, Diktor quickly started shedding his sturdy clothing. It took both Snogwarts students by surprise when the muscular, tight form of the Bulgarian became fully denuded of clothes. Once naked, Diktor jumped into the tub. "Oh, so much better than okay," he sighed and let his body float. Harry tried to contain himself, but his dick sprang to life. Diktor looked as if he stepped right out of sports training magazine and into real life. He did not know what to think when he felt Cedric's elbow hit him in the head. Before he knew it, Ass Cleft stripped down to his skin. He leaped into the tub as well. "Come on, Harry! You'll love this!" Ass Cleft encouraged him when his head broke the surface. "Besides, I heard it's not even your first time here." "That was ages ago in my second year, Ass Cleft," Harry rejoined as he slid his feet out of his shoes. "Still counts!" Diggory shot back and laughed, and Diktor did as well. Harry pulled his clothes off as fast as he could. In ten seconds he hauled his pants and underwear down, freeing his lower torso and a straining erection. Skipping any fanfare, he jumped into the tub. Warm water encased him and he sighed, sending up a stream of large bubbles. He pressed his feet down and stood. The water level remained at his mid-chest, so he fanned his arms out to keep his balance. "It's shallower at that end and deeper over here," Ass Cleft informed him and pointed in the appropriate direction. Harry felt a set of arms slide around his chest, and he nearly jumped out of his skin. "Why you no take me here on first run?" Diktor hummed into his ear. "Didn't have a key," Harry confessed as the strong hands glided across his stomach. "And you didn't figure out how to sneak in?" Diggory inquired as he walked closer to them. The water altered the image of Ass Cleft below the water line, but Harry still liked what he saw. Unlike Diktor, Diggory possessed a lean, taunt body like he imagined a swimmer could achieve. A tremor rippled through Harry. "Uh... no, but I sort of remember last time... ah, with you... guys." Harry stammered as hands continued to rub his body, and he could feel Diktor press against his back. "Don't forget I was still getting over having a dragon shit and step on me." "Such amazing thing to see," Diktor whispered in his ear, and the statement confused Harry a little. Then a second set of hands joined the first. Ass Cleft glided up to him as though he transformed into a myrmidon. Long arms reached Harry first, and they drew Diggory in very close. Harry looked up into the stunningly handsome face. "You're a better person than I ever thought you were, Harry," Ass Cleft cooed the word. "First you figured out the plug and shared it with us. Then you warned us about the Merscots. You like to think of others before yourself, huh?" Harry shuddered when he felt Cedric's body slide against his and the young man's erection nestled on his hip. His head began to swim when Diktor's hard-on rubbed along the crack of his bum. No fantasy Harry concocted in his head could match what spontaneously occurred. He let one of his arms reach around Cedric's slender waist, and the other ran down the side of Diktor's butt. His tournament colleagues gradually trapped Harry between them. He did not complain. "You know when I said I owe you?" Ass Cleft purred the question. Harry's head bobbed up and down as if on a spring. "Now it's time for payback." Diggory then dragged his amazing lips down Harry's left cheek. "You have earned this, Potterovich," Diktor growled in his ear, and it made Harry's knees grow weak. The two older boys sandwiched Harry in the most delicious way he could imagine. Ass Cleft pressed him from the front, and Diktor from behind. They began to move and gave Harry no other choice but to move with them. Soon the trio stood in the shallow end of the tub. The water only rose to the bottom of Harry's thighs. A strange form of paralysis took over when Diggory and Kum began to simultaneously lower themselves. Harry trembled. "Harry, relax," Ass Cleft said to him. "I, ah... ooh," Harry started to say, but he got cut off when his dick slipped into Cedric's mouth. The supple lips slowly gobbled his hard meat, and Harry groaned in pleasure. Aside from the constant masturbation, Harry went without real sex since his one fling with Dennis. A picture of Neville flashed through his mind, and it gave his excitement a momentary pause. However, when Diktor spread his butt cheeks apart and applied his tongue to Harry's bumhole, everything in Harry's head turned to mush. The slick, wet mouth muscle slathered over his little fleshy starfish. It prodded and pushed, and it gradually dug deeper into him. "Oh, Merlin!" The words tore out of him in a mighty exhale. Diggory worked on his pecker like a consummate professional. He used techniques Harry never experienced, and it sent jolts of electricity through his body. Ass Cleft managed to wrap his tongue early completely around the shaft as his head moved up and down. The end wiggled and teased the sensitive portions of Harry's rod. Sometimes Cedric slipped the tip of his tongue into the foreskin and worked the edges of his glans. It made Harry fear he would ejaculate in short order because he wanted the experience to last. Behind him Diktor worked on his backdoor like a handyman from the previous century: with care and precision. It seemed every muscle in the young man's body got trained. The tongue punched at Harry's anus, going ever deeper and loosening him up. He could not wait to find out why. His sphincter got soaked with Bulgarian spit as Diktor tried to impale Harry on his tongue. It set the innards of the youngest of the trio on fire with wanton cravings. It slowly started to make his lap dance and twitch. Ass Cleft pulled himself off Harry's cock and stood up. He grinned as he studied Harry's face. In response, Harry felt dazed. "Who would've thunk you got such a nice body and cock, Harry," Cedric said in a low, husky voice. "You wear those baggy clothes all the time and it hides everything." "This good butt," Diktor's voice rose up form below. "The Weasley talks about it all the time." "Yeah, ah... Ron, um, sort of likes to park there, uh, between, you know, boyfriends," Harry weakly responded. "And good to your roommates, too. You've got hidden depths," Ass Cleft muttered through a smile. "I can't take this," Harry blurted. Despite Diktor's presence at his rear, Harry sank down. His hands slid over Diggory's wiry form, and then to the front where they took hold of just over seventeen centimeters of dick. Harry retracted the foreskin, releasing the cherry red head inside, and stuffed it in his mouth. Given what Ass Cleft did to him, he wanted to fully return the favor. He did not stop his forward progress until his nose got buried in a soft patch of pubic hair. Even then he tried to get more in. "Wha-a-a-a..." Ass Cleft stuttered. Harry began to twist his head back and forth. Diggory's cock slid around in his throat. At the same time Harry felt powerful hands begin to knead his shoulders. Diktor moved in closer and his pecker scraped along Harry's right cheek, and it left a slippery little trail. While he very much wanted to bring Ass Cleft to an orgasm in his mouth, the Bulgarian tool pressed against his face called to him. His mouth remembered it very well. It caused him to pull his head back. Diktor moved around Harry and stood extremely close to Diggory at an angle. Ass Cleft angled his body in the same way, and his pecker popped out of Harry's mouth. The two older teenagers nearly faced one another. However, Harry saw what they intended. He looked up and watched them kiss for a few moments. Thus, he grabbed both erections, held them together, and opened his mouth wide. While Harry only got the heads and little of the shafts into his maw, Ass Cleft and Diktor let out a twin gasp. Harry sucked on the two cocks as through they might suddenly produced honey. "Are all Gryffindor people this skilled?" Diktor asked as his voice dropped half an octave. "Yeah, I think so," Cedric sighed. The peckers in his mouth differed from one another, but Harry wanted both for just that reason. Ass Cleft's cock felt velvety, and the foreskin moved around with ease. While just shy of a centimeter longer, Diggory's dick did not possess the same girth as Diktor's. The foreskin on the Bulgarian piece of meat felt tighter and did not give as much. It made the skin feel smooth and taut. Harry raised his hands and took hold of the twin sacks. He almost let the peckers slide of out his mouth when he found nearly identical sets of testes. However, his main goal remained clamped between his lips. A tasty, slick liquid, not cum, dripped onto Harry's tongue. Pre-cum oozed from Diktor's slit. In contrast, Ass Cleft's only produced a drop here and there. It mattered little to Harry. Two of the best prizes in the world belonged to him at the moment, and he planned to make the most of it. His colleagues seemed prepared to let him feast to his heart's content. Minutes passed by as Harry tried his best to get both tools as far into mouth as he could. It made his jaw ache, but he even enjoyed that. He ignored the kissing and whispering he heard above his head as he remained squarely focused on one double-object. Harry nearly got angry five minutes later when a strong hand pushed against his forehead and forced him to back off from the dicks. Then Ass Cleft's hand slid under his armpit and lifted him to his feet. Before he could protest, the beautiful lips pressed against his slightly swollen ones. A tongue slithered against Harry's, and he got treated to Diggory's legendary kissing skills. For close to a minute Harry got to enjoy a kiss unlike any he ever received, and it made his stomach tie into wonderful knot. While that happened, Diktor's hands ranged around his body for a second time. It ended when one found his cock, latched onto it, and began to stroke him with serious intent. Harry's entire form shivered with sexual energy. "This one feels ready," Diktor's voice rumbled around him. "I am," Cedric said after pulling away from Harry's face that tried to follow and keep the kiss going. "You?" "Very much want it," the visiting student said in a portentous manner "Well, you're the guest, so I guess you go first." Harry's head snapped from side to side as he listened to the polite conversation he did not understand. It got all the more confusing with Diktor relinquished his johnson and Ass Cleft replaced the broad hands with long, almost delicate fingers. It seemed everything the young man did he did with expertise and style as the hand flowed smoothly up and down his shaft. Meanwhile, Kum turned and lifted his left leg. He braced his knee on the edge of the tub. Harry gazed down at an ass only a god should possess. He sighed. Ass Cleft then hauled on Harry's cock while pushing at his back. Diktor, at the same time, reached around and pulled apart the nearly symmetrical quarter-globes of flesh. Cedric continued to guide Harry, and Harry quickly understood what to do. However, Ass Cleft did not release him even after they neared the target. Instead, and in an unexpectedly delightful way, Ass Cleft positioned Harry's cock at the entrance of Diktor's gut. Diggory then pushed on his butt. Harry got to enter the behind of one of the most storied fappitch players of his generation. Diktor muttered in his native tongue as Harry slowly crept inside. He wondered how the Bulgarian compared him to Ron, and then he grinned as he realized the absurdity of it. In the midst of his pondering, he reached the end as his hips pressed against the beefy buttocks. As Ron did the first time, Harry gyrated his hips. "Ah, you have truly known the Weasley," Diktor commented, but the words sounded slushy. "Yeah, he's been behind me more than a few times to be honest," Harry replied. "Is he anything like Charlie?" Ass Cleft inquired. The young man the kissed Harry on the shoulder as his body pressed against his back. "Mmm... don't know. Never got to know Charlie like that," he answered and pushed harder with his hips. "Korabãt mi na v'zdyšna vãzglavnica e pãlen sãs zmiorki!" The words jumped out of Diktor at a furious rate. "What?" Harry and Ass Cleft exclaimed together. "Go to village, Potter! Go to village!" "I think he means go to town... er, get on with it," Ass Cleft attempted to translate. "Ah!" Harry hauled back on his hips until only the head of he dick remained in Diktor, and then he thrust forward. Kum let loose with another string of Bulgarian words. That seemed to be the cue, so the youngest of the trio went at it in with full intent. Diktor's hole encased Harry's hard member in spectacular tight warmth. That it was Diktor Kum, himself, made Harry feel a bit delirious. Ass Cleft made it a touch worse when he started to slide the length of his cock along the crack of Harry's butt. In a natural reaction, he thrust it back when he pumped away on Diktor. Then Harry started to wiggle his bottom around and stood on his toes a bit and never failed to keep his pace. "Harry, what... oh, crikey," Ass Cleft began to say, but then sounded surprised when the head of his pecker popped into Harry. Harry sighed with deep contentment when Diggory grabbed hold of his shoulders to keep himself steady. With each advance and retreat from Diktor, Harry buried more and more of Ass Cleft's erection into his hole. By the end of the sixth cycle, the Hufflepuff got inserted up to the base of his shaft and his balls gently slapped Harry in the saddle. With both his front and back satisfied, he started to move faster and faster. Ass Cleft and Diktor grunted in counterpoint to one another. Harry also made guttural noises as the head of Diggory's cock constantly brushed against his prostate knot. It made his head swim a bit more. Part of Harry's mind remained alert and clear. It recorded his memories in as much detail as it could. It also told him the Bulgarian got partially left out. Hence, Harry tested the limit of his ability coordinate actions. He reached around and took hold of Diktor's fantastic piece of meat. It felt hot in Harry's grip. A single squeeze caused the eastern European to warble something in Bulgarian. With that, Harry timed his stroking so his hand went down while his pulled mostly out of Diktor and forced Ass Cleft's deeper into him. The water became frothy around the three bodies as it churned from the combination of moves. The only oddity came when Harry periodically visualized himself both fucking and getting fucked by Neville. A strange fantasy world got crafted in his head involving three different young men who variously filled and satisfied him. Harry gave up trying to sort it out and simply let his mind wander as he slowly dissolved into a heap of expanding passion. His entire body raged with carnal delight. He flailed away at the cock in his hand, and it seemed to grow harder and hotter. "Oh, shit, Harry," Ass Cleft said as he hooked his hands around Harry's hips and drove forward with tremendous force. Diggory's actions caused Harry to ram into Kum, and Kum made a sound like an enraged bear. His gut tightened around Harry's cock, and it proved too much. Harry fell headlong into his orgasm as his dick pumped out it's juice. He held onto Diktor's diamond-hard member as his brain threatened to explode. No matter which way he moved, another round of ecstasy greeted him. His dick and nuts repeatedly pulsed, close to the point of pain, as his climax sought to extend itself. Harry collapsed against Diktor in slow motion. "Oh, god, Neville," he whispered against the Bulgarian's back. Cedric stayed glued to Harry, and he lay against the youngest teenager panting like horse that just finished at Epsom Downs. Each of the young men trembled from spent energy. Heavy breathing filled the air. Harry decided he could possibly stay in that position for the rest of the day. It felt like an hour before he or Ass Cleft began to move. Gradually, the Hufflepuff roused and stood up. Harry wanted to complain against Diggory's actions when he pulled his flagging cock from Harry's ass. The handsome young man sighed. "That was... unbelievable," Ass Cleft hummed the words. Harry then took his turn at extracting himself from the Bulgarian and let go of the softening organ, although he felt loathe to do so. For one final time the image of Neville flashed in his mind as he exited the meaty rear end. Diktor grunted when the head popped out of him. Harry kissed the seeker's back. "Tryabva da tantsuvash otnovo s men," Diktor said in an unusually quiet manner. "What?" Harry and Ass Cleft chimed in unison. "This is -- how you say? -- more than the expected," the visiting champion mumbled. "It was awesome," Harry replied and felt his throat tighten "Guys... thanks for..." "No," Diktor said and turned around. He took Harry's face into his hands and forced the younger Gryffindor to look at him. "You are honorable, Harry. You play tournament most fair. You watch out for Diggory and me... maybe Foul some, too. It strange thing to me when challenger does this, but it best of any sport. What we do here, we do for same reason: it is right and you are worthy." "Well put, Diktor," Ass Cleft agreed and he massaged Harry's shoulders. "It is... more than a pleasure to share myself with such good men." "Dah." Harry glanced between the two and could not figure out what to say. He swallowed against the lump of emotion in his throat and simply nodded. He then got enfolded by the two who brought such intense pleasure to him. At the same time Harry realized he did not tell either one about the Merscots in the hopes they would reward him: he just did not want them to enter the lake without fully understanding the danger they faced. Sex could be frequently meaningless and trivial, but decency and integrity needed to be eternal. He smiled as the hard bodies pressed against him. However, Harry wished there could be one person more involved.
<div id="readability-content"><h1>Harry Potter and the Loo of Desire Chapter 10</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> <p> This work is a parody of J.K Rowling's <u>Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire</u>, and it is not endorsed by either J.K. Rowling or her publishers. As a parody, this work is protected under the Fair Use Doctrine. </p> <p> The characterizations in this work deviate significantly from the original, and this does not imply these characterizations exist in the original work. The author received no financial compensation or endorsements for the production of this work.</p> <p> All characters in this story are fictional. This story depicts sexual acts between consenting minor males. This story is meant for entertainment purposes only and in no way reflects reality. Please be aware of local laws or ordinances that may prohibit the reading of such material.</p> <p> Comments regarding the story may be sent to dricshae(at)gmail(dot)com</p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Please support Nifty with donations if able. <a href="http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html">DONATE HERE</a> </span></span></span> </p> <hr> <h3>(A Parody)</h3> <h3>Chapter 10: A Lusty Challenge</h3> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Once everyone found out all the champions made it to the next round, it seemed the school forgot about the challenge. At the evening meal the following night, Professor Dumbledore announced the second task would take place on February 14<sup>th</sup>. While the majority of the students found it a hokey date on which to stage the event, Harry surmised it to be a clue. It also gave him about six weeks to prepare. He could not imagine how he should get ready.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You know the prefect's bathroom tub has jets in it you can use to create a current. Maybe you can do some swimming practice in there. Ass Cleft would help you get in," Ron suggested a week later during history class.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The new semester started, but their schedules did not change. One class in particular worried Harry as he contemplated the change he would make. However and at that moment, the history class remained the best place to carry out a long conversation. Professor Binns rarely noticed when the students did so if they kept the volume very low.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Maybe Hagrid could help you," Hermione suggested as she wrote down seemingly random words spoken by the professor. "You could use the lake."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It's mostly frozen over, Hermione, in case you didn't notice, and it would be too cold to swim in for very long. I'd drown before I went ten meters," Harry said and rejected the idea. "I like the prefect tub idea."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You know you'll get docked points if one of the prefects</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>complain to McGonagall or their head of house," she warned and cracked her knuckles to make clear her stance on the issue. </span></span></span> </p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Not if he tells them he's training for the challenge," Ron countered.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The three glanced at one another. It sounded like a reasonable expectation. While some students continued to call Harry an illegitimate champion, most just wanted to see one of the Snogwarts competitors win. School pride tended to trump house pride, except, perhaps, in the case of the Slytherins. Harry enjoyed the fact the Slytherins avoided him after Hermione's brutal revenge on Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, but gossip started to build. He did not mention it during their discussion.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>So you've got two-thirds of the next challenge figured out. What about the last line?" Ron returned to main topic.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Do you know your heart's desire?" Harry flatly asked one of his best friends. "What about you, Hermione?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Boobs," she instantly stated. "Boobs and maybe a nice set of thighs I can really hold onto while I get down there and start lapping..."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ew, Hermione, stop!" Ron hissed. "You want me to start describing what I do to Diktor when his pants drop?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The young woman made a foul face.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Besides, I don't think he can list body parts as his heart's desire," he concluded.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It's got to be something important to me. If I still had my Nimbus, I'd say it was that," Harry opined.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>So it's a thing?" Hermione questioned. "Harry, did you ever see that muggle movie about the girl who gets tossed around by a tornado, and it had those sexy witches in it and the rumpled old wizard, and she said something about finding her heart's desire at home?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yeah, The Wizard of Oz. I like it. The Tin Man is kind of hot."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ron started to quietly laugh to himself.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>He went and saw it after our first year, and he thought it was hysterical," Harry explained Ron's reaction. "But Dorothy never really said what her heart's desire was... `cept she wanted to go home. I sure as hell am not going to claim the Dursley's house as that!"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well, you're going to have to figure out what it is you value most in order to get through the challenge," Hermione harrumphed when Ron would not stop giggling about the film. "After your brilliant showing at the first one, people are starting to expect a lot out of you."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Me? Why? I didn't want to be in this dumb tournament in the first place. You know half the people in our school don't think I belong and I somehow cheated to get in!" Harry moodily said and felt his hackles rise. "And stop laughing, Ron. The movie wasn't that funny."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What? Gimme a break, Harry. Those flying monkeys just about did me in!" Ron shot back and started snickering again. "But she's got a point. People are looking to you more than Ass Cleft to win this. Setting that dragon loose was inspired. Mental, but inspired."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Don't encourage him, Ron," Hermione said and slapped his left bicep hard enough that several people turned their heads to find the source of the sound. "Besides, if this challenge is under water in the lake, he's got a bigger problem to worry about?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What? Bigger than the squid or kelpies?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry let his head twitch back and forth as his friends discussed his problem. Hearing Hermione say she thought of a larger issue with the challenge made his blood run cold. He waited for her to explain.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yes. Did you forget there are Merscots down there? Think of the word clan and what it means, and then think of where this school is located," she elaborated.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry's mouth fell open. Ron's followed a split second later. A strange form of terror began to build in his gut. He snapped his mouth shut for fear a scream would rip out of him. Harry knew he could deal with kelpies. The giant squid never harmed anyone, and it saved Dennis Creevey on his arrival at Snogwarts. Harry could even envision figuring out how to deal with the normal merpeople, but Merscots presented an entirely different and more significant threat. He sat back and tried to calm his mind. However all he could think about came in the form of bearded half-fish people who could fight like the devil himself and generally displayed a much harsher temperament.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry? Harry?" Hermione said his name and shook his shoulder.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I think you've gone and shorted out his brain, Hermione," Ron grumbled. "You didn't do him much of a favor by reminding what's really down in those waters."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>No, Ron, she did help," Harry retorted in a thin voice. "I forgot all about them blighters. This changes everything."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Hermione looked smug and Ron appeared annoyed.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Doesn't matter if I can't figure out my heart's desire if I can't get to it. I might as well just let the Merscots have whatever it is," he told his friends.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The three glanced at one another. Harry could feel the truth in his words. If the challenge did include squaring off against the aquatic Picts, then he truly stood no chance of completing the task let alone winning. None of the champions did.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I'm telling you: Dumbledore plans to eliminate the lot of you in one go. What's he thinking sending you to face Merscots? There'll only be little pieces of you left by the time they get done. That and a couple of empty ale kegs," Ron theorized aloud.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Hermione hit him so hard on the arm Ron flew out of his chair and skidded almost a meter on the floor. A number of students started to snicker, and that drew Professor Binns' attention. Harry and Hermione pretended to take notes while Ron remained on the floor rubbing his arm and silently howling in pain. It took a while before Ron could return to his seat unnoticed, and then he glared at Hermione during</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>the remainder</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>of the session. Harry got absorbed in trying to fight off his sense of fear and foreboding.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">During lunch Neville could barely get a word out of him. Harry only stated he discovered a new difficulty with the tournament challenge, and then sank back into his own thinking. The Merscots presented what could only be called an insurmountable problem. After lunch he went to classes and remembered none of what got discussed.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry, what is it?" Neville asked as they sat next to one another on his bed following an early dinner.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It's... real trouble," Harry mumbled as he envisioned a swarm of Merscots tearing him to pieces.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ever since the days surrounding the Yuletide Dance, Harry and Neville developed a habit where they would sit next to each other on one or the other's bed to study or talk. Sometimes pants would disappear and they would watch as they individually masturbated to orgasm. However, it did not matter to Harry what they did: he found comfort in Neville's quiet presence. For three weeks he wrangled with his feelings regarding his dorm-mate and friend. Neville did not appear to be in the same quandary. Now with the terrifying new aspect of the challenge confronting him, Harry needed Neville's solidity more than ever.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>How bad is it?" Neville inquired in a small voice.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Merscots."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Barking Bartleby, Harry, why would you want to go and mess with Merscots?" The normally reserved teenager exploded into voluble concern.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry reviewed the entire issue of the next challenge, referencing the lines of text he excised from the dragon butt-plug that sat on his nightstand like a trophy, and focused on the middle line. The clan never seen on land, as everyone surmised, could only mean people under the water. The regular merpeople never referred to themselves as a clan, choosing instead to call themselves a race. Merscots, however, clung to the traditions of their distant highland and lowland cousins.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>That's totally mad. Why would they make you face something like that?" Neville remarked after listening.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ron thinks it's Dumbledore trying to kill all the champions at once," he replied.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Dumbledore is daft, I'll give you that, but the Ministry would never let him get away with this."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What if the ministry and the other school heads are in league with him? This tournament would rank right up there with the fifteen-twenty-six one that did kill all the champions."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Didn't you say that happened during the dragon challenge?" Neville asked for clarification.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry nodded and said as if reading from a book: "In nineteen hundred and ninety-five the champions entered the water to find their heart's desire, and no one ever saw them again... at least not in one piece."</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">In a complete surprise move, Neville snaked his right arm around Harry's shoulder and pulled him into a tight side-hug. Harry could feel himself melting into it. It gave him a sense of both comfort and security. He also loved the way Neville smelled, so he surreptitiously deeply inhaled.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>No, I refuse to accept they're just going to send you to a slaughter," Neville intoned with a fierceness Harry seldom heard from the young man. "There's got to be a different explanation."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Let me know when you find out what is `cause I've been banging my head against it all day. Besides, it was Hermione who remembered the Merscots, and you know how she thinks," Harry glumly said and pressed his body closer to Neville's.</span></span></span></p> <p> `<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Maybe if you know what your heart's desire is before the competition and could save it and let them take something else..."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry waited to see if his friend would finish. When Neville did not, Harry said: "Neville, I'd still have to go retrieve whatever it is they're sending down there. It wouldn't matter: I'll still have to go."</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I can honestly say I really don't want you to die in some stupid contest."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Part of Harry's mind seized on Neville's words and tried to make more of them. Harry wrestled within himself with a reminder that while they enjoyed a close friendship, Neville never made so much as a single advance on him. Twice in his past he misread the signs from someone and made an ass of himself that emotionally tormented him for weeks. Harry did not want to jeopardize his relationship with Neville by imaging it to be something more simply because he felt lonely.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Thanks, that's... nice to hear, Neville," he replied.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Why do you have to go and say it like that, Harry? You've become my closest friend and it'd kill me if anything happened to you," the subtly handsome teenager railed at him.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>No, I didn't mean it like. The whole situation depresses me," Harry tried to deflect, but he kept hearing the word friend in his his mind. "I got lucky with the dragon `cause you pointed me in the right direction..."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>So did Hermione, so I don't get all the credit."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry smiled in a sad fashion because he wanted to give Neville all the credit.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You've got some weeks left, so there's enough time to research this and find a way around it. Didn't you say it was one of those books that taught you about dragon etiquette? That's what saved you, Harry: information and knowing when and how to use it," Neville spoke as one who truly believed in the power of knowledge, and it made him equal to Hermione in that respect.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I guess you're right, Neville. Thanks. I supposed spending endless hours in the library is better than moping around," he quipped.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>That's the spirit, Harry!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry smirked because the subtle sarcasm he intended got lost on the recipient. The topic of the challenge wore on him too much throughout the day, so he changed the topic. He asked if Neville approached Madam Sprout about becoming her full-time, recognized student assistant.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>No, not yet. Start of term is always pretty crazy. Besides, it wouldn't take effect until next year. Only fifth years and higher are allowed to be assistants," Neville reported with the certainty of one who knew the subject. "Oh, did I tell you she awarded you and me with twenty points for getting the planters ready over the holidays. She said it showed initiative and dedication."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>She's right, Neville, but you should've got all the points. Without you it wouldn't have happened," Harry tried to demure.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Why do you do that?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Do what?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Try to avoid taking credit for things you do?" Neville bluntly asked.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Oh, you're the one to talk," Harry returned. "You don't want to be recognized for how smart you are. You beg off every time I say it was you who helped me get through the first challenge, and don't get me started about the Yule dance. You came through for me that day in spades, Neville, and you know it!"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>And you don't get that I got as much out of that as you did. I didn't ask you to the dance just for your sake. I wanted to go with someone... and I really wanted to go with you," his dear friend sternly rejoined. "All this year you've been different toward me, better... like a real friend..."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry pulled away a bit, but not completely out of Neville's hold. He liked it too much. He stared the shy teenager as questions mounted in his head. However, one very specific point needed to be addressed.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I am your friend. When are you going to get that through your head? You're almost as thick as Ron like that. Look, Neville, I really, really like you," Harry interjected and then softened his delivery. "Take right now. It's like your trying to protect me from the tournament challenge, and... well, it feels good... nice."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">He saw the blush crawl up Neville's neck and the odd smirk that flickered on his lips. Harry quickly started to mentally kick himself so he would not read too much into the reaction, He remembered Neville's overall shy nature and how he reacted to what could be construed as intimate moments.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I didn't want you to think you'd failed the challenge before it even began. I've done too much of that in my life. I hate it, you know, when that voice in my head starts saying it's not going to work out and I shouldn't even try," Neville said in a flinty manner.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>We've all got that voice in our head, you know? Sometimes I'm too stupid to pay attention to it when it's trying to save my life... like when I freed that dragon. He could've killed you all," Harry reminded his friend.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>But he didn't. I was there, Harry, and I heard and saw everything. You made that deal with it, and that took guts while his claw was on your back. That was bravery."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Sometimes I think people forget there's a fine line separating bravery from dumb luck or stupidity."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yeah, and it's called courage. That's what I admire most about you, you know? Your courage. You go out and do things even when your afraid. I want to be more like that," Neville stated while he looked down.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Neville," and Harry shook the young man a little as he said the name. "Don't think I'm more than I really am. I'm not anything special. I'm mostly lucky. It may look brave, but don't mistake for it what it really is. I do stupid things that should rightly get me killed. I get Ron and Hermione into all sorts of trouble because of it. It's not fun, if that's what you're thinking. It's terrifying some of the stuff we get into. I need to start wearing brown pants when I head off to do something without thinking about it."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville appeared to get the joke reference and he smirked.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Listen, mate, my life... the stuff that happens to me, don't be envious of it. I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy... well, okay, maybe I would if it were Holdequart, but I wouldn't even wish it on Malfoy. If I could get it to stop right now, right this instant, I would."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You'd be bored in a week," Neville plainly stated. "Harry, I've watched you for three years now, and you can't help yourself. I know you can't. Maybe you are mental, but I've seen how you can't sit still when something doesn't seem right to you. It's how I know you're going to go through with this challenge. All I can do is help you prepare and get ready. I want to be there for you, in your corner, and maybe give you at least one person to come back to."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry could not remember what got said after that. He knew he sat talking with Neville for at least another hour before they called it a night and went to sleep. Over and over his mind kept replaying the last sentence he could remember. Neville wanted to be there for him, to be a reason to return from whatever foolishness into which he got himself. Time and again he argued with his brain telling it to stop jumping at flights of his imagination and taking it as reality. He told himself repeatedly Neville simply presented the finest in what friendship meant and how one should act. It kept him awake nearly the whole night.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">By the Friday of the following week Harry realized he reached both a crossroad and a dead end. He read as much as he could on the Merscots, and what he found he found disappointing. Most of the information came from gossip, hearsay, and secondhand accounts. Real, living witnesses proved impossible to find or prove. It all read like guesswork to Harry. On that Hermione and Neville agreed when he showed each on independent occasions what he learned. It seemed legend, myth, and rumor might be his only sources of information, and he did not trust it. Thus, when classes ended on that Friday, Harry went to the Hufflepuff house to discuss it with at least one champion.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>We need the others on this," Ass Cleft said within seconds after hearing only part of what Harry stated.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">It took them ten minutes to reach the quay where the Spurmstung ship docked. It appeared to be some sort of cross between a Spanish galleon from the sixteenth century and a British dreadnought from the early nineteenth. The wood seemed to be stained black, although Harry thought it could be wood itself. With sails furled, the masts and spars looked like charred skeletal appendages, and the rigging resembled nothing more than cobwebs. They saw barnacles and other crustaceans dotting the sides of the vessel. The cannon ports got replaced with portholes, and light glowed from most of them. The entire ship creaked ever so slightly as it rocked in icy waves that traveled the spots of open surface on the loch surrounding three-quarters of Snogwarts.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>They could go to war in that thing." Harry commented as they drew near the vessel.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>They probably have by the way some of the Spurmstungs talk about it," Diggory rejoined. "Look, they've got sentries posted."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Cedric's sharp eyes spied the Spurmstungs dressed in dark cloaks standing watch at several points along the gunwales. They did not move, yet it seemed they watched everything. Harry and Ass Cleft only got within four meters of the ship.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Stop!" A thickly accented voice yelled at them. "Turn back."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>My name is Cedric Diggory and this is Harry Potter. We need to see Diktor right away!" Ass Cleft replied in a confident voice.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Go away!" The guard told them.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>No," Diggory calmly returned. "We need to see Diktor and we need to see him now. This is about the tournament challenge, and it's important!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">A rustle of heavy material, almost like canvas, floated down toward them. Harry saw a number of the sentries raise their arms. He started to back up, but Cedric grabbed his jacket and held him place. A tense standoff ensued.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Diggory?" A familiar voice shouted down from the main deck a couple of minutes later.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Kum!" Ass Cleft shouted back.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Why are you here?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Potter's got some bad news for us, and you really, really need to hear it."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry could hear murmuring between the Spurmstung students. After a minute a gangplank lowered from the side of the ship until one end touched the dock. A dark figure then stepped from the ship and traveled down the length of the plank. Slowly the image of Diktor Kum came into focus. The ship itself appeared to obscure the details of the passengers. Harry suspected magic.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What is it now, Harry?" Diktor said in short manner.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ever hear of Merscots?" Harry bluntly asked in return.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What is this thing you say?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Come one, we need to go to the library so you can understand this, Diktor," Ass Cleft said in his usual diplomatic fashion.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The Bulgarian gave both of them a hard, long stare. Following half a minute of tense silence, he turned and shouted to his schoolmates in his native language. A short conversation took place. It ended when two of the sentries raised their hands. The gangplank then started to rise.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Let's go."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Less than ten minutes later the three champions stood in the library at a table with a book Harry grabbed from the shelves. He already referenced it once, and knew the exact page to find. Seconds later the two other champions leaned over and started reading. Harry watched their faces. Ass Cleft already appeared concerned before he started to scan the text, but he looked increasingly grim with each passing second. Diktor Kum's face froze into an immobile frown. Harry waited for them to finish.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You think we are to meet these Merscots?" Diktor asked, and he no longer sounded petulant.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>None of the other creatures in the lake call themselves a clan. It's all... very Scottish," Harry replied.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>But these words say they kill us on sight!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry nodded. Cedric's perfect eyebrows crept toward one another and almost touched. Harry then saw a ripple of emotion he never thought he would on Diktor's face: Diktor momentarily appeared afraid.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Dumbledore is sending us into battle," Ass Cleft mumbled.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>He's sending us to get killed," Harry amended, and then explained what Ron theorized about Dumbledore's intent.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>This is... what you say, mad! Krackhead would never agree to challenge like this," Kum spat.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Did he know or understand what is in that lake?" Diggory asserted and pointed out the window that Harry knew to be in the wrong direction.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The Bulgarian skeeter seemed uncertain. Harry closed the book, picked it up, and returned it to the shelf. When he returned to the table, Ass Cleft and Kum exchanged a series of furtive looks. It did not need an explanation.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I've been struggling with this... knowledge for the past week. I've talked to the smartest people I know and they can't figure out a way for me to survive this. That's when I knew I had to tell you guys," Harry admitted to them.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>And Foul?" Ass Cleft inquired.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>One of you will have to talk to her. She won't even give me the time of the day unless one of you are with me. I don't exist when you're not around."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I'll take care of it, Harry. She'll listen to me."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>And if she do not listen, then she make her own choice," Diktor warned.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The three of them shifted on their feet. None of them ever sat down. Harry knew he could not since the topic of the challenge filled him with nervous energy. He glanced at the two older teenagers. He hoped they would give him some words of encouragement.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You see this like plug riddle, no?" Kum asked him after a lengthy silence.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You need to know when someone is setting you up to get murdered. This is the real difference between right and wrong, and that riddle doesn't even compare," Harry stated.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You are good man, Potter. I have respect for you."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry blushed at the compliment.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Seriously, we owe you for this one, Harry. You didn't have to tell us..."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Centaur shit, Ass Cleft: I had to tell you," Harry interjected. "I'd like to think you'd've told me if you found this out first!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Cedric and Diktor both bobbed their heads.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Say, do you still have your key to prefect's bathroom?" Harry inquired.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yeah. Why?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "'<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Cause I need to practice my swimming. So if you think you owe me for telling you about the Merscots, let me borrow it," he carefully formed his request.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I'd have to open the bathroom for you. The key is attuned to Hufflepuffs, just like the Gryffindor key would work for you and not me," Ass Cleft told him.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Oh, yeah, that makes sense," Harry replied. "Well, okay. Let me know the next time you can let me in, would you?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I can let you in now? I've got the key with me."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry planned on going later, but he changed his mind since it required Ass Cleft to let him in the prefect's bathroom. He nodded in agreement.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You are to go swimming in tub? How is this?" Diktor inquired.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You saw how huge the tubs are. I mean, the regular bathroom easily held five of us," Harry replied.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You can get ten people in the Prefect one," Cedric said and his cheeks grew a little flush, "Plus, it has these water jets that can set up a flow... a current you can swim against. A lot of prefects use it for that from time to time."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry got a distinct impression swim practice did not rank high the list of uses for the glorious tub.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>This I must see," the famous Bulgarian said and started to walk away.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry and Ass Cleft exchanged a glance, and then went following after their fellow champion. When they caught up to him in a few steps, Cedric took the lead. Although Harry did not need the guidance, the Hufflepuff lead them the fable bathroom. The indicator showed the room to be empty, so Diggory extracted the key from his pocket. He inserted it into the lock, muttered a spell, and it unlocked. He pushed the door open. Harry saw the prefect's bathroom in the past, but it always amazed anew. Diktor looked flabbergasted.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Go on in," Ass Cleft instructed them while glancing up and down the hall.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry trotted inside, and Diktor immediately followed. Diggory also stepped into the bathroom. He door closed, and the glass instantly frosted over making it impossible to see in or out. They all heard a much larger click as the locks slid into place.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>This is... like palace," Diktor say while spinning in a circle and admiring the room. "Who need bathroom like this?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Apparently Dumbledore and some his cohorts back when they were students," Ass Cleft stated. "I heard they worked on this bathroom all through their fifth and sixth years. After that, other prefects added more to it... updated some of the fixtures and the tub. It sort of grew over time. None of the headmasters told them to stop even when they took over a classroom to give them more space."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>That's mental," Harry happily mumbled.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Diktor walked further in toward the tub roughly a third the size of an Olympic-sized pool. Gold faucets and nozzles occupied one quarter of the gleaming white tub with a sea-blue tile bottom. Harry thought he could detect a faint hint of lavender in the air as he, too, walked toward the tub. Cedric brought up the rear. The three of them stood at the edge.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>This beyond what I could imagine," Diktor whispered as he knelt down and stuck his hand in the water. "Warm."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well, it is a bathtub for all intents and purposes," Diggory rejoined.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Before either Harry or Diggory could move and without so much as a by-your-leave, Diktor quickly started shedding his sturdy clothing. It took both Snogwarts students by surprise when the muscular, tight form of the Bulgarian became fully denuded of clothes. Once naked, Diktor jumped into the tub.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Oh, so much better than okay," he sighed and let his body float.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry tried to contain himself, but his dick sprang to life. Diktor looked as if he stepped right out of sports training magazine and into real life. He did not know what to think when he felt Cedric's elbow hit him in the head. Before he knew it, Ass Cleft stripped down to his skin. He leaped into the tub as well.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Come on, Harry! You'll love this!" Ass Cleft encouraged him when his head broke the surface. "Besides, I heard it's not even your first time here."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>That was ages ago in my second year, Ass Cleft," Harry rejoined as he slid his feet out of his shoes.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Still counts!" Diggory shot back and laughed, and Diktor did as well.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry pulled his clothes off as fast as he could. In ten seconds he hauled his pants and underwear down, freeing his lower torso and a straining erection. Skipping any fanfare, he jumped into the tub. Warm water encased him and he sighed, sending up a stream of large bubbles. He pressed his feet down and stood. The water level remained at his mid-chest, so he fanned his arms out to keep his balance.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It's shallower at that end and deeper over here," Ass Cleft informed him and pointed in the appropriate direction.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry felt a set of arms slide around his chest, and he nearly jumped out of his skin.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Why you no take me here on first run?" Diktor hummed into his ear.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Didn't have a key," Harry confessed as the strong hands glided across his stomach.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>And you didn't figure out how to sneak in?" Diggory inquired as he walked closer to them.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The water altered the image of Ass Cleft below the water line, but Harry still liked what he saw. Unlike Diktor, Diggory possessed a lean, taunt body like he imagined a swimmer could achieve. A tremor rippled through Harry.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Uh... no, but I sort of remember last time... ah, with you... guys." Harry stammered as hands continued to rub his body, and he could feel Diktor press against his back. "Don't forget I was still getting over having a dragon shit and step on me."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Such amazing thing to see," Diktor whispered in his ear, and the statement</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>confused Harry a little.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Then a second set of hands joined the first. Ass Cleft glided up to him as though he transformed into a myrmidon. Long arms reached Harry first, and they drew Diggory in very close. Harry looked up into the stunningly handsome face.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You're a better person than I ever thought you were, Harry," Ass Cleft cooed the word. "First you figured out the plug and shared it with us. Then you warned us about the Merscots. You like to think of others before yourself, huh?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry shuddered when he felt Cedric's body slide against his and the young man's erection nestled on his hip. His head began to swim when Diktor's hard-on rubbed along the crack of his bum. No fantasy Harry concocted in his head could match what spontaneously occurred. He let one of his arms reach around Cedric's slender waist, and the other ran down the side of Diktor's butt. His tournament colleagues gradually trapped Harry between them. He did not complain.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You know when I said I owe you?" Ass Cleft purred the question.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry's head bobbed up and down as if on a spring.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Now it's time for payback."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Diggory then dragged his amazing lips down Harry's left cheek.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You have earned this, Potterovich," Diktor growled in his ear, and it made Harry's knees grow weak.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The two older boys sandwiched Harry in the most delicious way he could imagine. Ass Cleft pressed him from the front, and Diktor from behind. They began to move and gave Harry no other choice but to move with them. Soon the trio stood in the shallow end of the tub. The water only rose to the bottom of Harry's thighs. A strange form of paralysis took over when Diggory and Kum began to simultaneously lower themselves. Harry trembled.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry, relax," Ass Cleft said to him.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I, ah... ooh," Harry started to say, but he got cut off when his dick slipped into Cedric's mouth.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The supple lips slowly gobbled his hard meat, and Harry groaned in pleasure. Aside from the constant masturbation, Harry went without real sex since his one fling with Dennis. A picture of Neville flashed through his mind, and it gave his excitement a momentary pause. However, when Diktor spread his butt cheeks apart and applied his tongue to Harry's bumhole, everything in Harry's head turned to mush. The slick, wet mouth muscle slathered over his little fleshy starfish. It prodded and pushed, and it gradually dug deeper into him.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Oh, Merlin!" The words tore out of him in a mighty exhale.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Diggory worked on his pecker like a consummate professional. He used techniques Harry never experienced, and it sent jolts of electricity through his body. Ass Cleft managed to wrap his tongue early completely around the shaft as his head moved up and down. The end wiggled and teased the sensitive portions of Harry's rod. Sometimes Cedric slipped the tip of his tongue into the foreskin and worked the edges of his glans. It made Harry fear he would ejaculate in short order because he wanted the experience to last.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Behind him Diktor worked on his backdoor like a handyman from the previous century: with care and precision. It seemed every muscle in the young man's body got trained. The tongue punched at Harry's anus, going ever deeper and loosening him up. He could not wait to find out why. His sphincter got soaked with Bulgarian spit as Diktor tried to impale Harry on his tongue. It set the innards of the youngest of the trio on fire with wanton cravings. It slowly started to make his lap dance and twitch.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ass Cleft pulled himself off Harry's cock and stood up. He grinned as he studied Harry's face. In response, Harry felt dazed.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Who would've thunk you got such a nice body and cock, Harry," Cedric said in a low, husky voice. "You wear those baggy clothes all the time and it hides everything."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>This good butt," Diktor's voice rose up form below. "The Weasley talks about it all the time."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yeah, ah... Ron, um, sort of likes to park there, uh, between, you know, boyfriends," Harry weakly responded.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>And good to your roommates, too. You've got hidden depths," Ass Cleft muttered through a smile.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I can't take this," Harry blurted.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Despite Diktor's presence at his rear, Harry sank down. His hands slid over Diggory's wiry form, and then to the front where they took hold of just over seventeen centimeters of dick. Harry retracted the foreskin, releasing the cherry red head inside, and stuffed it in his mouth. Given what Ass Cleft did to him, he wanted to fully return the favor. He did not stop his forward progress until his nose got buried in a soft patch of pubic hair. Even then he tried to get more in.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Wha-a-a-a..." Ass Cleft stuttered.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry began to twist his head back and forth. Diggory's cock slid around in his throat. At the same time Harry felt powerful hands begin to knead his shoulders. Diktor moved in closer and his pecker scraped along Harry's right cheek, and it left a slippery little trail. While he very much wanted to bring Ass Cleft to an orgasm in his mouth, the Bulgarian tool pressed against his face called to him. His mouth remembered it very well. It caused him to pull his head back.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Diktor moved around Harry and stood extremely close to Diggory at an angle. Ass Cleft angled his body in the same way, and his pecker popped out of Harry's mouth. The two older teenagers nearly faced one another. However, Harry saw what they intended. He looked up and watched them kiss for a few moments. Thus, he grabbed both erections, held them together, and opened his mouth wide. While Harry only got the heads and little of the shafts into his maw, Ass Cleft and Diktor let out a twin gasp. Harry sucked on the two cocks as through they might suddenly produced honey.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Are all Gryffindor people this skilled?" Diktor asked as his voice dropped half an octave.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yeah, I think so," Cedric sighed.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The peckers in his mouth differed from one another, but Harry wanted both for just that reason. Ass Cleft's cock felt velvety, and the foreskin moved around with ease. While just shy of a centimeter longer, Diggory's dick did not possess the same girth as Diktor's. The foreskin on the Bulgarian piece of meat felt tighter and did not give as much. It made the skin feel smooth and taut. Harry raised his hands and took hold of the twin sacks. He almost let the peckers slide of out his mouth when he found nearly identical sets of testes. However, his main goal remained clamped between his lips.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">A tasty, slick liquid, not cum, dripped onto Harry's tongue. Pre-cum oozed from Diktor's slit. In contrast, Ass Cleft's only produced a drop here and there. It mattered little to Harry. Two of the best prizes in the world belonged to him at the moment, and he planned to make the most of it. His colleagues seemed prepared to let him feast to his heart's content. Minutes passed by as Harry tried his best to get both tools as far into mouth as he could. It made his jaw ache, but he even enjoyed that. He ignored the kissing and whispering he heard above his head as he remained squarely focused on one double-object.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry nearly got angry five minutes later when a strong hand pushed against his forehead and forced him to back off from the dicks. Then Ass Cleft's hand slid under his armpit and lifted him to his feet. Before he could protest, the beautiful lips pressed against his slightly swollen ones. A tongue slithered against Harry's, and he got treated to Diggory's legendary kissing skills. For close to a minute Harry got to enjoy a kiss unlike any he ever received, and it made his stomach tie into wonderful knot. While that happened, Diktor's hands ranged around his body for a second time. It ended when one found his cock, latched onto it, and began to stroke him with serious intent. Harry's entire form shivered with sexual energy.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>This one feels ready," Diktor's voice rumbled around him.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I am," Cedric said after pulling away from Harry's face that tried to follow and keep the kiss going. "You?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Very much want it," the visiting student said in a portentous manner</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well, you're the guest, so I guess you go first."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry's head snapped from side to side as he listened to the polite conversation he did not understand. It got all the more confusing with Diktor relinquished his johnson and Ass Cleft replaced the broad hands with long, almost delicate fingers. It seemed everything the young man did he did with expertise and style as the hand flowed smoothly up and down his shaft. Meanwhile, Kum turned and lifted his left leg. He braced his knee on the edge of the tub. Harry gazed down at an ass only a god should possess. He sighed.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ass Cleft then hauled on Harry's cock while pushing at his back. Diktor, at the same time, reached around and pulled apart the nearly symmetrical quarter-globes of flesh. Cedric continued to guide Harry, and Harry quickly understood what to do. However, Ass Cleft did not release him even after they neared the target. Instead, and in an unexpectedly delightful way, Ass Cleft positioned Harry's cock at the entrance of Diktor's gut. Diggory then pushed on his butt.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry got to enter the behind of one of the most storied fappitch players of his generation. Diktor muttered in his native tongue as Harry slowly crept inside. He wondered how the Bulgarian compared him to Ron, and then he grinned as he realized the absurdity of it. In the midst of his pondering, he reached the end as his hips pressed against the beefy buttocks. As Ron did the first time, Harry gyrated his hips.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ah, you have truly known the Weasley," Diktor commented, but the words sounded slushy.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yeah, he's been behind me more than a few times to be honest," Harry replied.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Is he anything like Charlie?" Ass Cleft inquired. The young man the kissed Harry on the shoulder as his body pressed against his back.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Mmm... don't know. Never got to know Charlie like that," he answered and pushed harder with his hips.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Korabãt mi na v'zdyšna vãzglavnica e pãlen sãs zmiorki!" The words jumped out of Diktor at a furious rate.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What?" Harry and Ass Cleft exclaimed together.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Go to village, Potter! Go to village!"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I think he means go to town... er, get on with it," Ass Cleft attempted to translate.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ah!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry hauled back on his hips until only the head of he dick remained in Diktor, and then he thrust forward. Kum let loose with another string of Bulgarian words. That seemed to be the cue, so the youngest of the trio went at it in with full intent. Diktor's hole encased Harry's hard member in spectacular tight warmth. That it was Diktor Kum, himself, made Harry feel a bit delirious. Ass Cleft made it a touch worse when he started to slide the length of his cock along the crack of Harry's butt. In a natural reaction, he thrust it back when he pumped away on Diktor. Then Harry started to wiggle his bottom around and stood on his toes a bit and never failed to keep his pace.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry, what... oh, crikey," Ass Cleft began to say, but then sounded surprised when the head of his pecker popped into Harry.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry sighed with deep contentment when Diggory grabbed hold of his shoulders to keep himself steady. With each advance and retreat from Diktor, Harry buried more and more of Ass Cleft's erection into his hole. By the end of the sixth cycle, the Hufflepuff got inserted up to the base of his shaft and his balls gently slapped Harry in the saddle. With both his front and back satisfied, he started to move faster and faster. Ass Cleft and Diktor grunted in counterpoint to one another. Harry also made guttural noises as the head of Diggory's cock constantly brushed against his prostate knot. It made his head swim a bit more.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Part of Harry's mind remained alert and clear. It recorded his memories in as much detail as it could. It also told him the Bulgarian got partially left out. Hence, Harry tested the limit of his ability coordinate actions. He reached around and took hold of Diktor's fantastic piece of meat. It felt hot in Harry's grip. A single squeeze caused the eastern European to warble something in Bulgarian. With that, Harry timed his stroking so his hand went down while his pulled mostly out of Diktor and forced Ass Cleft's deeper into him. The water became frothy around the three bodies as it churned from the combination of moves.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The only oddity came when Harry periodically visualized himself both fucking and getting fucked by Neville. A strange fantasy world got crafted in his head involving three different young men who variously filled and satisfied him. Harry gave up trying to sort it out and simply let his mind wander as he slowly dissolved into a heap of expanding passion. His entire body raged with carnal delight. He flailed away at the cock in his hand, and it seemed to grow harder and hotter.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Oh, shit, Harry," Ass Cleft said as he hooked his hands around Harry's hips and drove forward with tremendous force.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Diggory's actions caused Harry to ram into Kum, and Kum made a sound like an enraged bear. His gut tightened around Harry's cock, and it proved too much. Harry fell headlong into his orgasm as his dick pumped out it's juice. He held onto Diktor's diamond-hard member as his brain threatened to explode. No matter which way he moved, another round of ecstasy greeted him. His dick and nuts repeatedly pulsed, close to the point of pain, as his climax sought to extend itself. Harry collapsed against Diktor in slow motion.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Oh, god, Neville," he whispered against the Bulgarian's back.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Cedric stayed glued to Harry, and he lay against the youngest teenager panting like horse that just finished at Epsom Downs. Each of the young men trembled from</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>spent energy. Heavy breathing filled the air. Harry decided he could possibly stay in that position for the rest of the day. It felt like an hour before he or Ass Cleft began to move. Gradually, the Hufflepuff roused and stood up. Harry wanted to complain against Diggory's actions when he pulled his flagging cock from Harry's ass. The handsome young man sighed.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>That was... unbelievable," Ass Cleft hummed the words.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry then took his turn at extracting himself from the Bulgarian and let go of the softening organ, although he felt loathe to do so. For one final time the image of Neville flashed in his mind as he exited the meaty rear end. Diktor grunted when the head popped out of him. Harry kissed the seeker's back.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Tryabva da tantsuvash otnovo s men," Diktor said in an unusually quiet manner.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What?" Harry and Ass Cleft chimed in unison.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>This is -- how you say? -- more than the expected," the visiting champion mumbled.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It was awesome," Harry replied and felt his throat tighten "Guys... thanks for..."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>No," Diktor said and turned around. He took Harry's face into his hands and forced the younger Gryffindor to look at him. "You are honorable, Harry. You play tournament most fair. You watch out for Diggory and me... maybe Foul some, too. It strange thing to me when challenger does this, but it best of any sport. What we do here, we do for same reason: it is right and you are worthy."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well put, Diktor," Ass Cleft agreed and he massaged Harry's shoulders. "It is... more than a pleasure to share myself with such good men."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Dah."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry glanced between the two and could not figure out what to say. He swallowed against the lump of emotion in his throat and simply nodded. He then got enfolded by the two who brought such intense pleasure to him. At the same time Harry realized he did not tell either one about the Merscots in the hopes they would reward him: he just did not want them to enter the lake without fully understanding the danger they faced. Sex could be frequently meaningless and trivial, but decency and integrity needed to be eternal. He smiled as the hard bodies pressed against him. However, Harry wished there could be one person more involved.</span></span></p> </div></div>
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Harry Potter and the Loo of Desire Chapter 5 This work is a parody of J.K Rowling's Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, and it is not endorsed by either J.K. Rowling or her publishers. As a parody, this work is protected under the Fair Use Doctrine. The characterizations in this work deviate significantly from the original, and this does not imply these characterizations exist in the original work. The author received no financial compensation or endorsements for the production of this work. All characters in this story are fictional. This story depicts sexual acts between consenting minor males. This story is meant for entertainment purposes only and in no way reflects reality. Please be aware of local laws or ordinances that may prohibit the reading of such material. Comments regarding the story may be sent to dricshae(at)gmail(dot)com Please support Nifty with donations if able. DONATE HERE (A Parody) Chapter 5: Afterglow Harry awoke on the floor of the Gryffindor common room surrounded by almost the entire house compliment, a number of Hufflepuffs, quite a few Ravenclaws, two or three Boobbeatons, and a couple of Spurmstungs. He barely remembered what happened after the challenge as relief that he survived the ordeal made him pass out. It would not surprise him to learn Fred and George Weasley brewed an especially potent version of the orgy gas for the occasion. Harry leaned his head back onto something soft, and whether an ass or a tit did not matter. The day before he arrived late to the contestant tent, but well before they considered him forfeiting the challenge. Only Foul DelaCunt remained in the tent. She told him, using a haughty French drawl that revealed her opinion of him, Diktor Kum got called first and managed to complete the task with only a nasty raking across his back. From the sound outside of the tent, it sounded as if Ass Cleft got mauled. The crowd shrieked and yelled at various interval, punctuated by the irate growl of a dragon. Harry took a seat and tried to keep from becoming paralyzed. "Oh, Diggory came close to losing an arm there," the voice of Lee Jordan, the color commentator (a term Harry found vaguely racist when applied to Lee), called out. "Let's see what he's got planned next." The crowd cheered, sometimes jeered, and yelled in manic glee at whatever The Ass Cleft Digger managed to do. Foul DelaCunt simply ignored the younger wizard. Lee's comments did little to lend insight into the proceedings, except to note the various ways in which Ass Cleft almost got killed. After about ten minutes, the crowd suddenly went wild and drowned out Lee's voice. Harry glanced around. "It means `ee passed," Foul bluntly stated, and then she stood and her large breasts continued to bounce far longer than necessary. "Now they will prepare my dragon. Do not move from here." Foul pulled aside a curtain and revealed an anti-chamber on the other side. She, her golden hair, and rather meaty posterior disappeared from view as the curtain fell back into place. Harry sat alone on the bench. Soon the roar of one dragon turned to two as the beasts got swapped. Then one of the draconic voices receded. Lee's voice called out the name of the next challenger, and the shrill shriek of a hundred females rent the air. Foul DelaCunt, for as chilly as she acted toward Harry, seemed popular to some. He listened as Lee called out the completion times for Diktor and Ass Cleft, and Diktor scored a much better time with ten minutes and twelve seconds. Diggory came in four minutes and twenty-two seconds behind. It still did not tell Harry what the challenge entailed, and Lee did not provide any details in that regard. For over ten minutes Harry got to listen to Foul's attempt. As before, the crowd let out with ahs, ohs, screams, and yells as the Boobbeatons challenger gave it her best shot. Lee announced when she fell behind Diktor. This seemed to spur Foul to a greater efforts that resulted in more pandemonium from the onlookers. When word came that only one minute remained for her to beat Ass Cleft, it sounded like a war broke out between dragon and human. Less than half a minute later complete silence took over. Harry jumped to his feet. At the same moment, the spectators went into overdrive as Lee stated Foul DelaCunt beat Diggory's time. Harry felt bad for Ass Cleft. Despite his feelings, Harry steeled himself as he walked to the curtain through which the witch departed. He pulled it aside and stepped into the small canvas chamber. Outside the crowd continued to chant and the sound of multiple dragons mixed together. Soon only a single beast could be heard. Harry began to shake. "And now our final champion, Harry Potter!" Lee's voice carried through the air. A brief and rather unenthusiastic round of applause met the announcement. Harry, somewhat disappointed, stepped out of the small tented area. He faced the once active quarry and a ferocious Hungarian Horny-tail dragon. It spreads its wings when it saw Harry enter the area, and let out with a terrible roar. Harry came close to losing control of his bladder. He barely paid attention to Lee as he told him the assorted times of the various other champions, although Harry already knew. The lone young wizard looked up at the stands. People silently stared back. Dressed in a pair of baggy and slightly worn jeans, even more worn trainers, and his favorite fappitch practice jersey, he appeared almost a muggle. Harry's dark, unkempt hair waived in the breeze caused by the flapping dragon wings. "What am I supposed to do?" He yelled. A rumble went through the gathering. "Harry, they told you... wait a moment," the disembodied voice of his housemate said. "Oh, you weren't there. Alright. See here, what you've got to do is remove the butt-plug from the dragon as fast as you can." "Remove the butt-plug?" Harry hollered in returned, stunned by the requirement. His voice echoed in the stone pit and the dragon growled at him. "As fast as you can. It's a spiky metal contraption that got crammed in them, so they're in a bit of a mood." "Who's bleeding idea was this?" "Well, Mr. I Don't Have to Show On Time, they explained this was done in the third tournament in fifteen-twenty-six," Lee sniped at him. "I thought the champions all died in fifteen-twenty-six?" Harry shouted. A murmur swept through the crowd. Lee dimmed his volume. After a long pause, a coughing sound emerged. "It, ah, seems you've done your research. Yes, all the champions bit the big one, so to speak, in that tournament, and, um, well, during this particular challenge," Lee hesitantly stated. "But this is why the dragons are chained this time. History tells us a couple of dozen spectators died as well." "What?" Pansy Parkinson screamed. "Nobody told us we might get killed." "Did you read the pamphlet on the Bi-Wizard Tournament left in Mr. Felch's office for everyone to read that more or less explained this challenge?" Angry rumbling came up from the crowd. Harry wanted to join in. It seemed to him the headmaster yet again found a way to comply with basic rules without actually following them. No one could deny the old man could be as sneaky as they come. "Shut it, all of you!" Professor Dumbledore's voice rose above the din. "Now, get on with it, Potter. We don't have all day just sit around." "Right, right," Lee attempted to take control again. "At the sound of the bell..." "Dragon's hate the sound of bells! It hurts their tympanic membranes!" Harry loudly protested. "Stop being so bloody clever, Potter. Jordan, ring the damn bell, you mung!" The headmaster ordered. Harry planned on being more than clever. A small swell of mild regret washed over him regarding the number of times he made fun of Hermione when she sequestered herself in the library without female companionship. The few hours he spent with the books on dragons, and one in particular, already began to serve him. However, he needed to trust the untested information he gathered. Thus, Harry approached the dragon without whipping out his wand or his magical stick. The dragon crouched low and a horrible, threatening rumble issued from it. Before the bell could ring, Harry walked within three meters of the creature. "Look, if you're as smart as I read, you can understand what I'm saying," he said to the dragon, and then he bowed as he would to a hippogriff. The yellow-green orbs in the beast's dark scaled head, eyes that appeared to pulse, narrowed. A whisper ran through the crowd as they watched. Harry ignored the stands filled with people, half of whom likely wanted him to get eaten. The bell rang, but the dragon only shook it's head in response. "You can roast me alive, and Prospero knows I can't stop you, but it won't get that thing out of your bum. If you let me, I got a spell that will help ease it out. You're not the only one who got fucked by surprise." He kept his tone level, his voice even, and he spoke in a direct and honest manner. The books said some species of dragons, including the Hungarian Horny-tail, could detect falsehood in humans. An unusual shiver ran through the beast, but it did not strike. The whispers above his head grew more intense. "My name is Harry Potter, lord dragon, and I am at your service," Harry very formally said and bowed a second time. Seconds seemed to turn into hours after the young wizard righted himself and continued to face the enormous, scaled beast. The spikes arranged along the sides of its head, down the thick neck, and to the very end of the tail looked wet and promised to be lethal if Harry got jabbed by one. Like most winged dragons, the Hungarian did not possess forearms. A hooked claw on the main pinion of the wing served as a knuckle upon which the creature could prop itself. The back talons attached to sturdy legs and haunches could easily disembowel a human. Harry carefully surveyed the dragon while remaining stock still. "Thou art learned the of the old ways, man-child" the dragon said in a heavily accented voice. Even the books could not explain how dragons managed to form words. "I accept thy offer, whelp, but I warn thee: tarry not and extract no more pain from me than this infernal device demands." The audience gasped. Lee's gasp rang out the loudest. "Damn it," Professor Dumbledore loudly griped from his seat. "May I draw out my wand?" Harry politely asked. "Thou mayest, but with caution. While thy small magics may annoy, my breath will await any foolishness thou intends," the beast warned him. Harry, with deliberate slowness, removed his wand from his pants pocket. The dragon narrowed its eyes again. The young wizard presented it handle-first for the dragon to view. "But a child's toy. My kind remembers Merlin's staff. Proceed Harry Potter." It surprised Harry when the dragon used his name. The crowd gasped in wonder. Dumbledore swore even more, and some of his oaths proved exceptionally vile. "By your leave, lord dragon," Harry said, remembering the form of interaction outlined in one of the oldest books he quickly read. As he took his first step toward the great creature, its body arched so that both head and tail faced the wizard. It then lifted the spiked and deadly tail. At the point where it seemed to join the body on the exposed underbelly, the reason why the dragon's head followed him, Harry could see the gleam of a round object. While totally unfamiliar with dragon anatomy, he logically concluded the dragon presented its anus. Harry wondered what sort of butt-plug could withstand the volatile humors of a dragon. "Is it... does it feel long?" Harry asked as he drew ever closer. "Mayhap the length of thy forearm," the dragon told him, "but adorned with hateful, pricking protuberances." Harry did not know the final word, but he suspected it meant something painful for the dragon. His body shook as his nerves screamed at him to run away instead of approaching a large and live fire-breathing animal. The smell of the creature, not entirely unpleasant but certainly powerful, filled his nostrils. In the half a minute it took him to reach the dragon, it overwhelmed his vision. Harry could only see dragon and dragon tail. He then forced his eyes to focus on the unnatural object injected into the beast. He caught sight of peculiar x-shape cut into a smaller inset circle. An idea struck Harry. "Lord dragon, I think I know how to get the pro... tuber.. things to retract," Harry started explaining, "but it might be, ah, a little, um, uncomfortable." "Tell me more, whelp," the dragon hissed. "I think there's a screw I can turn that will make the make the thingies pull back into the plug, but it might hurt while I do it." A rumble rumbled through the body of the dragon before it said: "Make quick work of it if thou must." "I'll be as careful as I can," Harry promised. He raised his wand and touched it to the indentation. After concentrating for a moment, he said: "Gyrari dextra!" The disk shaped end of the plug started to turn, and the dragon let out with a roar that rocked Harry to one side. "Gyrari sinistra!" The object turned to the left, and the dragon ceased bellowing. It gradually let out with a sigh. When the entire metal disk began to spin and not just the center, Harry calculated all the painful bits got retracted. He thought of how to proceed. One idea shot into his mind. "Lord dragon, I need to apply some, uh, lubrication around the inside edges of this to help, ah, ease it out," he told the creature. "Be done with thy deed. Thou hast relieved me of the worst of the agony," the dragon replied with a growl. Harry nodded and studied the issue. Without knowing the overall size of the plug, he could not estimate how much lubricant he would need. However, he decided it should be proportional to the size of the dragon. Thus, he carefully began to insert his wand between the inner edge of the metal disk and the dragon. A threatening warble from the creature reminded him to act gingerly. When Harry felt he could not insert his wand any further, he concentrated again. "Lubrico," Harry tried to calmly said as he focused his thoughts. At least every male student in wizarding schools knew this spell, and probably since the onset of puberty. Harry used it so often he sometimes mumbled it in his sleep and awoke completely covered slippery goo. It delighted his roommates to no end when it happened. Hence, he felt certain he could apply a generous quantity to the dragon. It did not take long before huge dollops began to fall with loud plops onto the rocks below. He gave it a few more good squirts for good measure. "Lord dragon, I think we're ready to begin removing it," Harry said and could not hide his nervousness. He decided honesty with a dragon would serve him better and said: "This is probably going to hurt." "Do as thou will to rid me of the invader. I am forewarned, so go forth, man-child," the dragon instructed him. Harry pocketed his wand. With more deliberate caution, he raised his arms and hands. It did not take much to slide his fingers under the edge of the metal plug. Harry tensed himself to begin pulling, but then he thought of something. "Lord dragon, you might want to try pushing out, like you're, ah, taking a, um, ah, poop." "Dost thou think this wise considering where thee stands?" "It'll make pulling it out easier," Harry stated. The dragon let out with a small chuckle. "Okay, on the count of three," the wizard warned. "One... two... three!" Harry began to tug with all his might. He heard the dragon grunt. The plug did not budge, so he applied even more strength. The beast hissed with strain. Harry began to squawk with effort. He wished he could plant his feet against something to give him greater leverage. The creature started to bugle more than roar. For a brief second Harry thought he lost his grip when he suddenly began to fall backward. He hit the ground, the plug thumped heavily against his chest, and then he got coated in layer of dragon excrement. It stunk to high heavens, burned his eyes and lungs, and made his skin swelter. "By the first shell!" The dragon crowed. "Harry Potter retrieved the butt-plug in seven minutes and sixteen seconds!" Lee's voice rang out in the air. "Harry wins! Harry wins!" Harry flipped over onto his stomach and began to vomit. The stink of the dragon feces swamped his senses. While continuing to heave, Harry scrambled away from the filth. Somehow he managed to hang onto the butt-plug. Overhead the audience burst into a wild cheer, chanting his name, and drowning out the dragon. Before he could get to his feet, a terrible weight dropped on his back and flattened him to the ground. Light glinted from a claw next to his head. Silence rocketed downward from the stands. "If thou wishes to escape unharmed, wizard, thou will remove this shackle from my neck," a dragon voice filled his ears just above his head and hot breath bathed his head. "You'll kill my friends," Harry grunted. "That I may, but thou willst surely perish first if thou refuses me my desire." "Give me your word you won't ever hurt me... and just leave everyone here alone, even the castle, and just fly away." Harry, because of his reading, knew dragons liked to barter. Moreover, if they gave their word, they would rather die than break it. Despite their rather horrendous nature and reputation, all the books called them honorable when it came to bargains. "What of the verdant green yonder beyond these walls?" The dragon inquired. "The centaurs live there. Don't hurt them," Harry stated. "I have no quarrel with the centaurs or the other beasts of the forest, neither do I with the trees." "What do you want in the forest?" "To free my kin, whelp." Harry forgot about the other dragons as a single, specific one captured his attention. However, it became rather apparent he would not survive much longer without an agreement with the beast. Never in his life did he ever expect to find a living example of being stuck between a rock and a hard place. "Fine, fine. Give me your word, dragon," Harry shouted. "I freely give thee my word, on my honor, that thou and none on these grounds or within these walls will come to harm through me. Now give me thy word, mortal," the dragon intoned. "I promise, give my word, to set you free if I can," the young wizard vowed. The great talon lifted from him. A gigantic gasp clamored through the stands. Harry rolled over onto his back. The dragon continued to hover overhead, and the teeth looked more menacing than ever before. Harry reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wand. "Any treachery, man-child, and thou will perish in fiery agony," the dragon said, its lips undulating to form the words. Harry nodded. He pointed his wand at the heavy iron collar locked on the stout neck. His hand trembled. A long series of doubts paraded through his head. "Alohamora," he incanted. Very much to his surprise, and to everyone's in the audience by the sound of their reaction, the collar popped open and fell to the ground with a loud clank. Harry gazed up at the dragon. "Thou hast earned my thanks, Harry Potter. Thou kept to thy word from the start and, thus, hast bound me to mine," the dragon said in a formal manner. "May I never cast eyes on thee again." "Ah, bye," Harry replied. A strong but localized windstorm took shape as the dragon launched itself into the air. Harry cradled the butt-plug in his left arm and hoped it added enough weight to keep him from being blown away. However, the gale ended just as quickly as it started. High in the sky, held aloft on lengthy, wide wings, the dragon circled once and then aimed for a far section of the forbidden forest. It did so without making a single sound. Harry began to wonder if the dragon handlers, Charlie Weasley in particular, would know enough to run away as fast as possible. It proved his last thought as he laid his head down and passed out. Warm. Safe. Protected. Those words drifted through Harry's mind as he slowly came around. It took a few moments for him to realize he floated in one of the large student bathing ponds. Without his glasses, he could not make out the details, but he began to suspect he found himself in better straights than when he fainted. Moreover, two sets of hands gently bathed and caressed him. "Finally awake, huh?" Ass Cleft Diggory's voice slid into his ear. "Takes brave man to face a dragon," the familiar baritone of Diktor Kum said in his other ear. Harry twisted his head from one side to the other. To his right he saw the fuzzy outline of a wet Cedric Diggory. His naked chest gleamed in the soft candlelight. When he swung to the left, he saw the broad expanse of Diktor's chest. Harry began to wonder if he never woke up and dreamed one of the best possible dreams. "How did you think of talking to the dragon?" Diktor inquired. "I, ah..." Harry stumbled over words while he felt one set hands massaging his left thigh. "I, um, read... a book... with words in it." "Most books have words, Harry," Ass Cleft said and chuckled. "But why you think to read? I flew on broom like in fappitch to get under dragon," the strapping Bulgarian young man stated. "And I used a bunch of invisibility spells. Got burned a little on my right side when my dragon figured out what I was doing." "Dah. Favorite broom now firewood." "Yeah, sure, but, ah... I, um... why am I here... with you two?" Both Ass Cleft and Diktor chuckled. Hands continued to drift up and down Harry's body, seemingly in the aim of washing the dragon poo from him. However, Harry recalled being fully clothed at the time. At that precise moment, he could not even formulate where his clothes went. Periodically a hand would bush up against a nipple or his pecker. It took very little before he sported a full erection, given that two of the most handsome boys in Snogwarts tended to him. "So what book did you read to get that information?" Diggory asked one while one of his hands slid up between Harry's thighs from below. It did not go unnoticed Ass Cleft failed to answer the question. "It was, ah... Here There Be Dragons and Other Great Wyrms by some guy named Septimus Hydrus," he replied while keeping track of the fact Diggory's fingers toyed with his wrinkled bud. It did not help when Diktor's broad, strong hand gently seized Harry's throbbing erection. Moments of extreme duress, such as he experienced with the dragon, routinely left him so sexually charged it took very, very little to make him ejaculate. He calculated he would spew his load in about ten seconds if Diktor continued. "You deserved to win, Harry. That was brilliant," Ass Cleft compliment him, and Harry could feel his cheeks, both sets, heating up. "I take lesson from this, Potterovich. Sometimes brain is better than broom," Kum said in a firm tone. "I... ah-h-h-h-h..." Harry tried to say, but then sighed as his orgasm took hold. While not powerful by any standard, the fact Diktor Kum coaxed it out of him made it feel pleasing and special. "Nerves, huh?" Cedric intoned. "I did the same thing after my OWLs. Got about two seconds into it and got a handful." "When big game in front of me, I make the toss off, too. Relaxes me and helps focus," Diktor told him. The constantly replenishing warm water whisked away the streamers of semen from Harry's turgid penis. Despite the release, Ass Cleft and Diktor did not cease their ministrations. Once again Harry wondered at their attention. "You, um, didn't answer my question. Why you two?" Harry repeated his question. "Others go running for dragon to see what it do," Diktor told him. "And none of them understood what we faced," Ass Cleft stated. "Since nobody else seemed worried about you, we figured we champions needed to stick together. Because you turned in the best time, we felt we owed you. Sort of like giving you a private medal." "And you are not so bad to look at. I see the scar The Dark One left on you. Big medal there." On one hand Harry wanted to feel embarrassed that Diktor, and Diggory for that matter, saw him coated in filth. On the other hand he got another compliment from the famed fappitch player. His brain tugged him in two directions. "I never got to see it before, so I took a peek as well," Ass Cleft said through a giggle. "You're quite handsome down there. Not the biggest, but very nicely shaped." "Big is not always better. I already see once what you know how to do. That is nothing to do with size." "Thanks, guys," Harry gushed and felt the object of discussion start to swell again. "I would like to spend more time here, but some say big party planned in your tower," Diktor added. "Fred and George said they were going to throw a rager. You know how those two get when there's any chance for a party," Ass Cleft told him. "Are you going to be there?" Harry queried in the hopes he might get a shot at Diggory. "No. This party is for you and Gryffindor. Maybe we can plan something for after the tournament." Harry felt a bit let down. He turned to Diktor. "You make promise of second Bull Run, so I wait for that. This part not that. This is for hero of day," Diktor explained. "Yeah, right." "Come one, Harry: buck up. This'll be one for the books. Go enjoy yourself!" Harry returned to the present. He could only remember bits and pieces of what occurred during the party. He knew several parts of his body hurt in a way that bespoke repeated use. His jaw ached. His bunghole burned. Harry lifted his head and glanced down. His penis looked chaffed and red. He would need to wait for others with clearer recollections to fill in the blanks for him. It seemed he enjoyed his victory so much he could not entirely recall how he celebrated it. With some effort, he managed to push himself to his feet. Harry used passed out and sleeping bodies to steady himself. Using careful steps he circumnavigated the common room. It seemed every Gryffindor took part. Four first years lay draped over the backrest of the sofa. Every visible part of the exposed skin, meaning all it, seemed caked with dried fluids. A knot of female Gryffindors lay tied up with a Boobbeatons and a Ravenclaw. Harry could make out Hermione by her body shape alone given her head rested under pile of girls. As he got close to the stairs, he spied Ron and Colin coiled around one another. They looked happy, but looks deceived and especially under the influence of orgy gas. He wondered what lay in store for them. Once he reached the stairs, Harry needed to pick his way through the bodies sprawled along it. Half way to his dorm the passage cleared. Only so many people lived in Gryffindor, and most of them lay unconscious in the common room. He passed the dorm for the third years, thought of Colin for a moment, and then finished his ascent. Without thinking, he flung open the door. All beds save for one lay empty. Neville sat up in a start. "Blimey, sorry, Neville," Harry quickly apologized. "Thought you were downstairs." "Naw," Neville replied and stretched. "Too many people. Too crazy. Not really my style." "You're a better man than me, mate." "Hardly." The two shared a chuckle, and Harry saw the way Neville scanned his naked form. It put yet another nail in the coffin of the gossip he now considered nothing but conjecture. Harry walked to his bed and flopped down on in it. Then he rolled over and looked in Neville's direction. He saw his friend and schoolmate lick the corner of his mouth. "Sorry, Neville, but I'm spent right now," Harry apologized even though no request got made. "You were bloody brilliant yesterday with that dragon," the half-naked young man said as he sat up more. "'Cause of you. Spent three hours reading up on dragons. Found an old book..." "Septimus Hyrdus?" Neville interjected. "How'd you know?" Harry blurted out the question. The quiet Gryffindor, brave as the rest, let a small smile play on his face before saying: "His is the only study that says dragons are smart and can talk. Not all species, but he knew which ones. When you called it Lord Dragon I knew what you were planning. Good move, mate. And then letting him free!" "He was going to kill me if I didn't." "He couldn't, Harry," Neville countered. "I saw Goo-eye and a couple of the handlers putting charms on them. That dragon couldn't kill you even if it tried." "Did Dumbledore know that?" Harry inquired. "I don't think so. He might've stopped `em. That's why they did it before people started filling the benches." Harry nodded. He never considered others might put protective spells in place because he thought Professor Dumbledore got the last say as the headmaster of the host school. It begged a question he would need to ponder at a later time. "Harry?" Neville prodded him with the name. "No, just wondering if I would have felt as scared if I knew that before I went into the quarry," he offered his thoughts. "You didn't know? We heard them give instructions to the other champions saying they could get hurt and not killed!" "I didn't get there `til just before DelaCunt's turn, so I missed that." Neville blinked at him several times while his mouth fell open. "What?" Harry complained at being the object of scrutiny. "Harry, you went in there thinking you might get killed?" Harry nodded. "By Merlin, mate, you're much braver than me. I'd've shat my drawers if I thought I was facing a wild dragon that could get me. You didn't even look scared!" Neville gushed at him. "Oh, shut it, Neville," he beat back the compliments. "I was shaking like the Whacking Willow. I didn't know if what I read was right, but I had to give it a go." Neville gazed at him with open wonder. "Just... stop looking at me like that!" Harry grunted in annoyance. Neville blushed. The young man looked adorable to him. He remembrance of a morning not that long ago ran through Harry's mind. He started to grin. "Say, ah, Neville, seeing as you didn't go to the party last night and it's morning and all," he began and grinned even wider. "What'choo scheming, Harry?" His dormmate asked with correctly applied suspicion. "Nothing. Well, not anything you haven't done before." Neville's cheeks turned apple-red. "Come on. No one else is up, and you didn't seem to mind me watching last time. It looked good," Harry spurred him. "But that wasn't planned, and you're laying there all naked like, and..." "Neville, you looked so hot, and I really, really want to watch you again." Harry did not hide his sense of want. Neville appeared confused. They sat looking at one another. Harry thought he pushed it too hard in moment. "Harry?" Neville quietly said the name. "What? You've matured a lot since our first year, and you're a good looking bloke. You may not realize it, but you're starting to turn heads." Neville's mouth flopped open again. "Honest to goblins, mate." Harry watched as Neville's right hand reached across and pulled back the covers. His sleeping togs already appeared puffed out. Very slowly the shy young man pulled at the drawstring. Harry felt something stir in his gut, and his loins began to tingle. A few seconds later Neville hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his clothing. He lifted his butt and then hauled the garments down to his knees. Harry gazed in complete appreciation of beautiful cock that stood upright from the middle of Neville's lap, nestled in patch of dark hair. The foreskin got pulled a third of the way down the glans due to the erect state. It took every gram of willpower in Harry's body to keep from jumping across the room and pouncing on the handsome tadger. "Stunning. Truly magnificent," he whispered and meant the entirety of Neville's three-quarters nude form. Neville's long fingers slowly wrapped around his hard shaft. Harry noticed his friend never looked down and continued to stare in his direction. Of course, Harry's cock grew rigid very quickly once Neville began. Neville's hand pulled downward, skinning back and revealing the full head of penis. Harry felt drool build in his mouth as the sloping glans, purple with blood, got exposed. More and more Harry doubted he could contain his raging desire to suck the perfection held in Neville's hand. Without realizing it, Harry's left hand slid down and began to toy with his erection. Neville's eyes flicked back and forth. One act lead to another. Neville picked up speed, and his hand began to fly up and down. Harry kept pace and vigorously tugged on his already sore erection. He could not stop watching Neville's heavy testes bounce around in the long sack that appeared to be shrinking. Sweat began to trickle in his armpits and groin. Watching his friend pull on his perfect cock sent shivers down Harry's spine. Second by second he fought to maintain control and not jump the young man across from him. It seemed his only solution lay in making himself orgasm. Harry started twisting his hand around while he jerked. Neville matched him move for move. The distance separating them vanished as Harry's eyes watched the enticing head on Neville's cock swell even further. His friend's balls also began to draw up tight. Harry could just see the edge of Neville's anus. The glimpse of the shy Gryffindor's pucker hole sent him over the edge. Harry's cock started spitting out strands of pearly semen. His body both shook and stiffened as his orgasm intensified. It took every effort to keep his eyes open. Ten seconds later while Harry's climax quickly diminished, he once again got to see Neville's erection disgorge the contents of his balls. Cum sprayed out of the end sending droplets everywhere. Harry never saw anyone ejaculate quite the way Neville did. It looked as those he shot with such force the fluid broke apart as it exited. The spatter of sperm twinkled in the morning light as more got added. Neville's chest, stomach, crotch, and upper thighs all wore dappling of jizz. Harry felt his cock lurch in reaction. "Fucking amazing," he growled in appreciation. "I could watch that ten times a day." "Lay off," Neville panted, but he smirked all the same. "Seriously, one of these days I'm gonna suck you off so I can feel you blast in my mouth. It looks too good to waste," Harry told him. Neville continued to milk his gradually softening pecker and replied: "Look who's talking? Made a bit of a mess over there. Looks... creamy." Harry could swear he heard a note of disappointment in Neville's voice. However, he simply smirked at the statement. Then he glanced around. "Know how much I've spunked up in this room?" "This one?" Neville grunted. "Last year we could've hung wallpaper what with all you, Ron, Séamus, and Dean painted on the place. Sometimes I was afraid to let my feet touch the floor!" Harry started laughing, and Neville soon joined him. Nothing about the moment felt awkward or forced. It dawned on him that the quiet member of their room likely considered this the height of his sexual activity. Harry started to make a plan. He truly felt indebted to Neville for suggesting he go to the library to read about dragons. He wanted to repay his friend in a grand way, and ideas began to spark in his mind yet again. "Well, do yourself a favor and never lay in Séamus' bed. Not sure he knows how to use the cleaning spell," Harry warned, and it earned him another round of laughter for his dorm-mate.
<div id="readability-content"><h1>Harry Potter and the Loo of Desire Chapter 5</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> <p> This work is a parody of J.K Rowling's <u>Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire</u>, and it is not endorsed by either J.K. Rowling or her publishers. As a parody, this work is protected under the Fair Use Doctrine. </p> <p> The characterizations in this work deviate significantly from the original, and this does not imply these characterizations exist in the original work. The author received no financial compensation or endorsements for the production of this work.</p> <p> All characters in this story are fictional. This story depicts sexual acts between consenting minor males. This story is meant for entertainment purposes only and in no way reflects reality. Please be aware of local laws or ordinances that may prohibit the reading of such material.</p> <p> Comments regarding the story may be sent to dricshae(at)gmail(dot)com</p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Please support Nifty with donations if able. <a href="http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html">DONATE HERE</a> </span></span></span> </p> <hr> <h3>(A Parody)</h3> <h3>Chapter 5: Afterglow</h3> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry awoke on the floor of the Gryffindor common room surrounded by almost the entire house compliment, a number of Hufflepuffs, quite a few Ravenclaws, two or three Boobbeatons, and a couple of Spurmstungs. He barely remembered what happened after the challenge as relief that he survived the ordeal made him pass out. It would not surprise him to learn Fred and George Weasley brewed an especially potent version of the orgy gas for the occasion. Harry leaned his head back onto something soft, and whether an ass or a tit</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>did not matter.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The day before he arrived late to the contestant tent, but well before they considered him forfeiting the challenge. Only Foul DelaCunt remained in the tent. She told him, using a haughty French drawl that revealed her opinion of him, Diktor Kum got called first and managed to complete the task with only a nasty raking across his back. From the sound outside of the tent, it sounded as if Ass Cleft got mauled. The crowd shrieked and yelled at various interval, punctuated by the irate growl of a dragon. Harry took a seat and tried to keep from becoming paralyzed.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Oh, Diggory came close to losing an arm there," the voice of Lee Jordan, the color commentator (a term Harry found vaguely racist when applied to Lee), called out. "Let's see what he's got planned next."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The crowd cheered, sometimes jeered, and yelled in manic glee at whatever The Ass Cleft Digger managed to do. Foul DelaCunt simply ignored the younger wizard. Lee's comments did little to lend insight into the proceedings, except to note the various ways in which Ass Cleft almost got killed. After about ten minutes, the crowd suddenly went wild and drowned out Lee's voice. Harry glanced around.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It means `ee passed," Foul bluntly stated, and then she stood and her large breasts continued to bounce far longer than necessary. "Now they will prepare my dragon. Do not move from here."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Foul pulled aside a curtain and revealed an anti-chamber on the other side. She, her golden hair, and rather meaty posterior disappeared from view as the curtain fell back into place. Harry sat alone on the bench. Soon the roar of one dragon turned to two as the beasts got swapped. Then one of the draconic voices receded. Lee's voice called out the name of the next challenger, and the shrill shriek of a hundred females rent the air. Foul DelaCunt, for as chilly as she acted toward Harry, seemed popular to some. He listened as Lee called out the completion times for Diktor and Ass Cleft, and Diktor scored a much better time with ten minutes and twelve seconds. Diggory came in four minutes and twenty-two seconds behind. It still did not tell Harry what the challenge entailed, and Lee did not provide any details in that regard.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">For over ten minutes Harry got to listen to Foul's attempt. As before, the crowd let out with ahs, ohs, screams, and yells as the Boobbeatons challenger gave it her best shot. Lee announced when she fell behind Diktor. This seemed to spur Foul to a greater efforts that resulted in more pandemonium from the onlookers. When word came that only one minute remained for her to beat Ass Cleft, it sounded like a war broke out between dragon and human. Less than half a minute later complete silence took over. Harry jumped to his feet. At the same moment, the spectators went into overdrive as Lee stated Foul DelaCunt beat Diggory's time. Harry felt bad for Ass Cleft.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Despite his feelings, Harry steeled himself as he walked to the curtain through which the witch departed. He pulled it aside and stepped into the small canvas chamber. Outside the crowd continued to chant and the sound of multiple dragons mixed together. Soon only a single beast could be heard. Harry began to shake.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>And now our final champion, Harry Potter!" Lee's voice carried through the air.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">A brief and rather unenthusiastic round of applause met the announcement. Harry, somewhat disappointed, stepped out of the small tented area. He faced the once active quarry and a ferocious Hungarian Horny-tail dragon. It spreads its wings when it saw Harry enter the area, and let out with a terrible roar. Harry came close to losing control of his bladder. He barely paid attention to Lee as he told him the assorted times of the various other champions, although Harry already knew. The lone young wizard looked up at the stands. People silently stared back. Dressed in a pair of baggy and slightly worn jeans, even more worn trainers, and his favorite fappitch practice jersey, he appeared almost a muggle. Harry's dark, unkempt hair waived in the breeze caused by the flapping dragon wings.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What am I supposed to do?" He yelled.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">A rumble went through the gathering.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry, they told you... wait a moment," the disembodied voice of his housemate said. "Oh, you weren't there. Alright. See here, what you've got to do is remove the butt-plug from the dragon as fast as you can."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Remove the butt-plug?" Harry hollered in returned, stunned by the requirement. His voice echoed in the stone pit and the dragon growled at him.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>As fast as you can. It's a spiky metal contraption that got crammed in them, so they're in a bit of a mood."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Who's bleeding idea was this?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well, Mr. I Don't Have to Show On Time, they explained this was done in the third tournament in fifteen-twenty-six," Lee sniped at him.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I thought the champions all died in fifteen-twenty-six?" Harry shouted.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">A murmur swept through the crowd. Lee dimmed his volume. After a long pause, a coughing sound emerged.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It, ah, seems you've done your research. Yes, all the champions bit the big one, so to speak, in that tournament, and, um, well, during this particular challenge," Lee hesitantly stated. "But this is why the dragons are chained this time. History tells us a couple of dozen spectators died as well."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What?" Pansy Parkinson screamed. "Nobody told us we might get killed."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Did you read the pamphlet on the Bi-Wizard Tournament left in Mr. Felch's office for everyone to read that more or less explained this challenge?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Angry rumbling came up from the crowd. Harry wanted to join in. It seemed to him the headmaster yet again found a way to comply with basic rules without actually following them. No one could deny the old man could be as sneaky as they come.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Shut it, all of you!" Professor Dumbledore's voice rose above the din. "Now, get on with it, Potter. We don't have all day just sit around."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Right, right," Lee attempted to take control again. "At the sound of the bell..."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Dragon's hate the sound of bells! It hurts their tympanic membranes!" Harry loudly protested.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Stop being so bloody clever, Potter. Jordan, ring the damn bell, you mung!" The headmaster ordered.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry planned on being more than clever. A small swell of mild regret washed over him regarding the number of times he made fun of Hermione when she sequestered herself in the library without female companionship. The few hours he spent with the books on dragons, and one in particular, already began to serve him. However, he needed to trust the untested information he gathered. Thus, Harry approached the dragon without whipping out his wand or his magical stick. The dragon crouched low and a horrible, threatening rumble issued from it. Before the bell could ring, Harry walked within three meters of the creature.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Look, if you're as smart as I read, you can understand what I'm saying," he said to the dragon, and then he bowed as he would to a hippogriff.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>The yellow-green</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>orbs in the beast's dark scaled</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>head, eyes that appeared to pulse, narrowed. A whisper ran through the crowd as they watched. Harry ignored the stands filled with people, half of whom likely wanted him to get eaten. The bell rang, but the dragon only shook it's head in response.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You can roast me alive, and Prospero knows I can't stop you, but it won't get that thing out of your bum. If you let me, I got a spell that will help ease it out. You're not the only one who got fucked by surprise."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">He kept his tone level, his voice even, and he spoke in a direct and honest manner. The books said some species of dragons, including the Hungarian Horny-tail, could detect falsehood in humans. An unusual shiver ran through the beast, but it did not strike. The whispers above his head grew more intense.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>My name is Harry Potter, lord dragon, and I am at your service," Harry very formally said and bowed a second time.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Seconds seemed to turn into hours after the young wizard righted himself and continued to face the enormous, scaled beast. The spikes arranged along the sides of its head, down the thick neck, and to the very end of the tail looked wet and promised to be lethal if Harry got jabbed by one. Like most winged dragons, the Hungarian did not possess forearms. A hooked claw on the main pinion of the wing served as a knuckle upon which the creature could prop itself. The back talons attached to sturdy legs and haunches could easily disembowel a human. Harry carefully surveyed the dragon while remaining stock still.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Thou art learned the of the old ways, man-child" the dragon said in a heavily accented voice. Even the books could not explain how dragons managed to form words. "I accept thy offer, whelp, but I warn thee: tarry not and extract no more pain from me than this infernal device demands."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The audience gasped. Lee's gasp rang out the loudest.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Damn it," Professor Dumbledore loudly griped from his seat.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>May I draw out my wand?" Harry politely asked.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Thou mayest, but with caution. While thy small magics may annoy, my breath will await any foolishness thou intends," the beast warned him.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry, with deliberate slowness, removed his wand from his pants pocket. The dragon narrowed its eyes again. The young wizard presented it handle-first for the dragon to view.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>But a child's toy. My kind remembers Merlin's staff. Proceed Harry Potter."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">It surprised Harry when the dragon used his name. The crowd gasped in wonder. Dumbledore swore even more, and some of his oaths proved exceptionally vile.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>By your leave, lord dragon," Harry said, remembering the form of interaction outlined in one of the oldest books he quickly read.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">As he took his first step toward the great creature, its body arched so that both head and tail faced the wizard. It then lifted the spiked and deadly tail. At the point where it seemed to join the body on the exposed underbelly, the reason why the dragon's head followed him, Harry could see the gleam of a round object. While totally unfamiliar with dragon anatomy, he logically concluded the dragon presented its anus. Harry wondered what sort of butt-plug could withstand the volatile humors of a dragon.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Is it... does it feel long?" Harry asked as he drew ever closer.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Mayhap the length of thy forearm," the dragon told him, "but adorned with hateful, pricking</span></span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"> </span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>protuberances."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry did not know the final word, but he suspected it meant something painful for the dragon. His body shook as his nerves screamed at him to run away instead of approaching a large and live fire-breathing animal. The smell of the creature, not entirely unpleasant but certainly powerful, filled his nostrils. In the half a minute it took him to reach the dragon, it overwhelmed his vision. Harry could only see dragon and dragon tail. He then forced his eyes to focus on the unnatural object injected into the beast. He caught sight of peculiar x-shape cut into a smaller inset circle. An idea struck Harry.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Lord dragon, I think I know how to get the pro... tuber.. things</span></span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"> </span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>to retract," Harry started explaining, "but it might be, ah, a little, um, uncomfortable."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Tell me more, whelp," the dragon hissed.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I think there's a screw I can turn that will make the make the thingies</span></span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"> </span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>pull back into the plug, but it might hurt while I do it."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">A rumble rumbled through the body of the dragon before it said: "Make quick work of it if thou must."</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I'll be as careful as I can," Harry promised. He raised his wand and touched it to the indentation. After concentrating for a moment, he said: "Gyrari dextra!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The disk shaped end of the plug started to turn, and the dragon let out with a roar that rocked Harry to one side.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Gyrari sinistra!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The object turned to the left, and the dragon ceased bellowing. It gradually let out with a sigh. When the entire metal disk began to spin and not just the center, Harry calculated all the painful bits got retracted. He thought of how to proceed. One idea shot into his mind.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Lord dragon, I need to apply some, uh, lubrication around the inside edges of this to help, ah, ease it out," he told the creature.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Be done</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>with thy deed. Thou hast relieved me of the worst of the agony," the dragon replied with a growl.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry nodded and studied the issue. Without knowing the overall size of the plug, he could not estimate how much lubricant he would need. However, he decided it should be proportional to the size of the dragon. Thus, he carefully began to insert his wand between the inner edge of the metal disk and the dragon. A threatening warble from the creature reminded him to act gingerly. When Harry felt he could not insert his wand any further, he concentrated again.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Lubrico," Harry tried to calmly said as he focused his thoughts.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">At least every male student in wizarding schools knew this spell, and probably since the onset of puberty. Harry used it so often he sometimes mumbled it in his sleep and awoke completely covered slippery goo. It delighted his roommates to no end when it happened. Hence, he felt certain he could apply a generous quantity to the dragon. It did not take long before huge dollops began to fall with loud plops onto the rocks below. He gave it a few more good squirts for good measure.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Lord dragon, I think we're ready to begin removing it," Harry said and could not hide his nervousness. He decided honesty with a dragon would serve him better and said: "This is probably going to hurt."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Do as thou will to rid me of the invader. I am forewarned, so go forth, man-child," the dragon instructed him.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry pocketed his wand. With more deliberate caution, he raised his arms and hands. It did not take much to slide his fingers under the edge of the metal plug. Harry tensed himself to begin pulling, but then he thought of something.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Lord dragon, you might want to try pushing out, like you're, ah, taking a, um, ah, poop."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Dost thou think this wise considering where thee</span></span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"> </span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>stands?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It'll</span></span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"> </span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>make pulling it out easier," Harry stated.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The dragon let out with a small chuckle.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Okay, on the count of three," the wizard warned. "One... two... three!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry began to tug with all his might. He heard the dragon grunt. The plug did not budge, so he applied even more strength. The beast hissed with strain. Harry began to squawk with effort. He wished he could plant his feet against something to give him greater leverage. The creature started to bugle more than roar. For a brief second Harry thought he lost his grip when he suddenly began to fall backward. He hit the ground, the plug thumped heavily against his chest, and then he got coated in layer of dragon excrement. It stunk to high heavens, burned his eyes and lungs, and made his skin swelter.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>By the first shell!" The dragon crowed.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry Potter retrieved the butt-plug in seven minutes and sixteen seconds!" Lee's voice rang out in the air. "Harry wins! Harry wins!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry flipped over onto his stomach and began to vomit. The stink of the dragon feces swamped his senses. While continuing to heave, Harry scrambled away from the filth. Somehow he managed to hang onto the butt-plug. Overhead the audience burst into a wild cheer, chanting his name, and drowning out the dragon. Before he could get to his feet, a terrible weight dropped on his back and flattened him to the ground. Light glinted from a claw next to his head. Silence rocketed downward from the stands.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>If thou wishes to escape unharmed, wizard, thou will remove this shackle from my neck," a dragon voice filled his ears just above his head and hot breath bathed his head.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You'll kill my friends," Harry grunted.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>That I may, but thou willst surely perish first if thou refuses me my desire."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Give me your word you won't ever hurt me... and</span></span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"> </span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>just leave everyone here alone, even the castle, and just fly away."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry, because of his reading, knew dragons liked to barter. Moreover, if they gave their word, they would rather die than break it. Despite their rather horrendous nature and reputation, all the books called them honorable when it came to bargains.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What of the verdant green yonder beyond these walls?" The dragon inquired.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>The centaurs live there. Don't hurt them," Harry stated.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I have no quarrel with the centaurs or the other beasts of the forest, neither do I with the trees."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What do you want in the forest?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>To free my kin, whelp."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry forgot about the other dragons as a single, specific one captured his attention. However, it became rather apparent he would not survive much longer without an agreement with the beast. Never in his life did he ever expect to find a living example of being stuck between a rock and a hard place.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Fine, fine. Give me your word, dragon," Harry shouted.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I freely give thee my word, on my honor, that thou and none on these grounds or within these walls will come to harm through me. Now give me thy word, mortal," the dragon intoned.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I promise, give my word, to set you free if I can," the young wizard vowed.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The great talon lifted from him. A gigantic gasp clamored through the stands. Harry rolled over onto his back. The dragon continued to hover overhead, and the teeth looked more menacing than ever before. Harry reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wand.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Any treachery, man-child, and thou will perish in fiery agony," the dragon said, its lips undulating to form the words.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry nodded. He pointed his wand at the heavy iron collar locked on the stout neck. His hand trembled. A long series of doubts paraded through his head.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Alohamora," he incanted.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Very much to his surprise, and to everyone's in the audience by the sound of their reaction, the collar popped open and fell to the ground with a loud clank. Harry gazed up at the dragon.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Thou hast earned my thanks, Harry Potter. Thou kept to thy word from the start and, thus, hast bound me to mine," the dragon said in a formal manner. "May I never cast eyes on thee again."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ah, bye," Harry replied.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">A strong but localized windstorm took shape as the dragon launched itself into the air. Harry cradled the butt-plug in his left arm and hoped it added enough weight to keep him from being blown away. However, the gale ended just as quickly as it started. High in the sky, held aloft on lengthy, wide wings, the dragon circled once and then aimed for a far section of the forbidden forest. It did so without making a single sound. Harry began to wonder if the dragon handlers, Charlie Weasley in particular, would know enough to run away as fast as possible. It proved his last thought as he laid his head down and passed out.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Warm. Safe. Protected. Those words drifted through Harry's mind as he slowly came around. It took a few moments for him to realize he floated in one of the large student bathing ponds. Without his glasses, he could not make out the details, but he began to suspect he found himself in better straights than when he fainted. Moreover, two sets of hands gently bathed and caressed him.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Finally awake, huh?" Ass Cleft Diggory's voice slid into his ear.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Takes brave man to face a dragon," the familiar baritone of Diktor Kum said in his other ear.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry twisted his head from one side to the other. To his right he saw the fuzzy outline of a wet Cedric Diggory. His naked chest gleamed in the soft candlelight. When he swung to the left, he saw the broad expanse of Diktor's chest. Harry began to wonder if he never woke up and dreamed one of the best possible dreams.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>How did you think of talking to the dragon?" Diktor inquired.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I, ah..." Harry stumbled over words while he felt one set hands massaging his left thigh. "I, um, read... a book... with words in it."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Most books have words, Harry," Ass Cleft said and chuckled.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>But why you think to read? I flew on broom like in fappitch to get under dragon," the strapping Bulgarian young man stated.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>And I used a bunch of invisibility spells. Got burned a little on my right side when my dragon figured out what I was doing."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Dah. Favorite broom now firewood."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yeah, sure, but, ah... I, um... why am I here... with you two?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Both Ass Cleft and Diktor chuckled. Hands continued to drift up and down Harry's body, seemingly in the aim of washing the dragon poo from him. However, Harry recalled being fully clothed at the time. At that precise moment, he could not even formulate where his clothes went. Periodically a hand would bush up against a nipple or his pecker. It took very little before he sported a full erection, given that two of the most handsome boys in Snogwarts tended to him.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>So what book did you read to get that information?" Diggory asked one while one of his hands slid up between Harry's thighs from below. It did not go unnoticed Ass Cleft failed to answer the question.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It was, ah... </span></span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><u><span>Here There Be Dragons and Other Great Wyrms</span></u></span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span> by some guy named Septimus Hydrus," he replied while keeping track of the fact Diggory's fingers toyed with his wrinkled bud.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">It did not help when Diktor's broad, strong hand gently seized Harry's throbbing erection. Moments of extreme duress, such as he experienced with the dragon, routinely left him so sexually charged it took very, very little to make him ejaculate. He calculated he would spew his load in about ten seconds if Diktor continued.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You deserved to win, Harry. That was brilliant," Ass Cleft compliment him, and Harry could feel his cheeks, both sets, heating up.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I take lesson from this, Potterovich. Sometimes brain is better than broom," Kum said in a firm tone.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I... ah-h-h-h-h..." Harry tried to say, but then sighed as his orgasm took hold.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">While not powerful by any standard, the fact Diktor Kum coaxed it out of him made it feel pleasing and special.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Nerves, huh?" Cedric intoned. "I did the same thing after my OWLs. Got about two seconds into it and got a handful."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>When big game in front of me, I make the toss off, too. Relaxes me and helps focus," Diktor told him.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The constantly replenishing warm water whisked away the streamers of semen from Harry's turgid penis. Despite the release, Ass Cleft and Diktor did not cease their ministrations. Once again Harry wondered at their attention.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You, um, didn't answer my question. Why you two?" Harry repeated his question.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Others go running for dragon to see what it do," Diktor told him.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>And none of them understood what we faced," Ass Cleft stated. "Since nobody else seemed worried about you, we figured we champions needed to stick together. Because you turned in the best time, we felt we owed you. Sort of like giving you a private medal."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>And you are not so bad to look at. I see the scar The Dark One left on you. Big medal there."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">On one hand Harry wanted to feel embarrassed that Diktor, and Diggory for that matter, saw him coated in filth. On the other hand he got another compliment from the famed fappitch player. His brain tugged him in two directions.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I never got to see it before, so I took a peek as well," Ass Cleft said through a giggle. "You're quite handsome down there. Not the biggest, but very nicely shaped."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Big is not always better. I already see once</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>what you know how to do. That is nothing to do with size."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Thanks, guys," Harry gushed and felt the object of discussion start to swell again.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I would like to spend more time here, but some say big party planned in your tower," Diktor added.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Fred and George said they were going to throw a rager. You know how those two get when there's any chance for a party," Ass Cleft told him.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Are you going to be there?" Harry queried in the hopes he might get a shot at Diggory.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>No. This party is for you and Gryffindor. Maybe we can plan something for after the tournament."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry felt a bit let down. He turned to Diktor.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You make promise of second Bull Run, so I wait for that. This part not that. This is for hero of day," Diktor explained.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yeah, right."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Come one, Harry: buck up. This'll be one for the books. Go enjoy yourself!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry returned to the present. He could only remember bits and pieces of what occurred during the party. He knew several parts of his body hurt in a way that bespoke repeated use. His jaw ached. His bunghole burned. Harry lifted his head and glanced down. His penis looked chaffed and red. He would need to wait for others with clearer recollections to fill in the blanks for him. It seemed he enjoyed his victory so much he could not entirely recall how he celebrated it.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">With some effort, he managed to push himself to his feet. Harry used passed out and sleeping bodies to steady himself. Using careful steps he circumnavigated the common room. It seemed every Gryffindor took part. Four first years lay draped over the backrest of the sofa. Every visible part of the exposed skin, meaning all it, seemed caked with dried fluids. A knot of female Gryffindors lay tied up with a Boobbeatons and a Ravenclaw. Harry could make out Hermione by her body shape alone given her head rested under pile of girls. As he got close to the stairs, he spied Ron and Colin coiled around one another. They looked happy, but looks deceived and especially under the influence of orgy gas. He wondered what lay in store for them. </span></span> </p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Once he reached the stairs, Harry needed to pick his way through the bodies sprawled along it. Half way to his dorm the passage cleared. Only so many people lived in Gryffindor, and most of them lay unconscious in the common room. He passed the dorm for the third years, thought of Colin for a moment, and then finished his ascent. Without thinking, he flung open the door. All beds save for one lay empty. Neville sat up in a start.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Blimey, sorry, Neville," Harry quickly apologized. "Thought you were downstairs."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Naw," Neville replied and stretched. "Too many people. Too crazy. Not really my style."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You're a better man than me, mate."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Hardly."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The two shared a chuckle, and Harry saw the way Neville scanned his naked form. It put yet another nail in the coffin of the gossip he now considered nothing but conjecture. Harry walked to his bed and flopped down on in it. Then he rolled over and looked in Neville's direction. He saw his friend and schoolmate lick the corner of his mouth.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Sorry, Neville, but I'm spent right now," Harry apologized even though no request got made.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You were bloody brilliant yesterday with that dragon," the half-naked young man said as he sat up more.</span></span></span></p> <p> "'<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Cause of you. Spent three hours reading up on dragons. Found an old book..."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Septimus Hyrdus?" Neville interjected.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>How'd you know?" Harry blurted out the question.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The quiet Gryffindor, brave as the rest, let a small smile play on his face before saying: "His is the only study that says dragons are smart and can talk. Not all species, but he knew which ones. When you called it Lord Dragon I knew what you were planning. Good move, mate. And then letting him free!"</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>He was going to kill me if I didn't."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>He couldn't, Harry," Neville countered. "I saw Goo-eye and a couple of the handlers putting charms on them. That dragon couldn't kill you even if it tried."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Did Dumbledore know that?" Harry inquired.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I don't think so. He might've stopped `em. That's why they did it before people started filling the benches."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry nodded. He never considered others might put protective spells in place because he thought Professor Dumbledore got the last say as the headmaster of the host school. It begged a question he would need to ponder at a later time.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry?" Neville prodded him with the name.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>No, just wondering if I would have felt as scared if I knew that before I went into the quarry," he offered his thoughts.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You didn't know? We heard them give instructions to the other champions saying they could get hurt and not killed!"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I didn't get there `til just before DelaCunt's turn, so I missed that."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville blinked at him several times while his mouth fell open.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What?" Harry complained at being the object of scrutiny.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry, you went in there thinking you might get killed?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry nodded.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>By Merlin, mate, you're much braver than me. I'd've shat my drawers if I thought I was facing a wild dragon that could get me. You didn't even look scared!" Neville gushed at him.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Oh, shut it, Neville," he beat back the compliments. "I was shaking like the Whacking Willow. I didn't know if what I read was right, but I had to give it a go."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville gazed at him with open wonder.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Just... stop looking at me like that!" Harry grunted in annoyance.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville blushed. The young man looked adorable to him. He remembrance of a morning not that long ago ran through Harry's mind. He started to grin.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Say, ah, Neville, seeing as you didn't go to the party last night and it's morning and all," he began and grinned even wider.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What'choo scheming, Harry?" His dormmate asked with correctly applied suspicion.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Nothing. Well, not anything you haven't done before."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville's cheeks turned apple-red.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Come on. No one else is up, and you didn't seem to mind me watching last time. It looked good," Harry spurred him.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>But that wasn't planned, and you're laying there all naked like, and..."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Neville, you looked so hot, and I really, really want to watch you again."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry did not hide his sense of want. Neville appeared confused. They sat looking at one another. Harry thought he pushed it too hard in moment.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry?" Neville quietly said the name.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What? You've matured a lot since our first year, and you're a good looking bloke. You may not realize it, but you're starting to turn heads."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville's mouth flopped open again.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Honest to goblins, mate."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry watched as Neville's right hand reached across and pulled back the covers. His sleeping togs already appeared puffed out. Very slowly the shy young man pulled at the drawstring. Harry felt something stir in his gut, and his loins began to tingle. A few seconds later Neville hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his clothing. He lifted his butt and then hauled the garments down to his knees. Harry gazed in complete appreciation of beautiful cock that stood upright from the middle of Neville's lap, nestled in patch of dark hair. The foreskin got pulled a third of the way down the glans due to the erect state. It took every gram of willpower in Harry's body to keep from jumping across the room and pouncing on the handsome tadger.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Stunning. Truly magnificent," he whispered and meant the entirety of Neville's three-quarters nude form.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville's long fingers slowly wrapped around his hard shaft. Harry noticed his friend never looked down and continued to stare in his direction. Of course, Harry's cock grew rigid very quickly once Neville began. Neville's hand pulled downward, skinning back and revealing the full head of penis. Harry felt drool build in his mouth as the sloping glans, purple with blood, got exposed. More and more Harry doubted he could contain his raging desire to suck the perfection held in Neville's hand. Without realizing it, Harry's left hand slid down and began to toy with his erection. Neville's eyes flicked back and forth.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">One act lead to another. Neville picked up speed, and his hand began to fly up and down. Harry kept pace and vigorously tugged on his already sore erection. He could not stop watching Neville's heavy testes bounce around in the long sack that appeared to be shrinking. Sweat began to trickle in his armpits and groin. Watching his friend pull on his perfect cock sent shivers down Harry's spine. Second by second he fought to maintain control and not jump the young man across from him. It seemed his only solution lay in making himself orgasm. Harry started twisting his hand around while he jerked. Neville matched him move for move. The distance separating them vanished as Harry's eyes watched the enticing head on Neville's cock swell even further. His friend's balls also began to draw up tight. Harry could just see the edge of Neville's anus.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The glimpse of the shy Gryffindor's pucker hole sent him over the edge. Harry's cock started spitting out strands of pearly semen. His body both shook and stiffened as his orgasm intensified. It took every effort to keep his eyes open. Ten seconds later while Harry's climax quickly diminished, he once again got to see Neville's erection disgorge the contents of his balls. Cum sprayed out of the end sending droplets everywhere. Harry never saw anyone ejaculate quite the way Neville did. It looked as those he shot with such force the fluid broke apart as it exited. The spatter of sperm twinkled in the morning light as more got added. Neville's chest, stomach, crotch, and upper thighs all wore dappling of jizz. Harry felt his cock lurch in reaction.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Fucking amazing," he growled in appreciation. "I could watch that ten times a day."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Lay off," Neville panted, but he smirked all the same.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Seriously, one of these days I'm gonna suck you off so I can feel you blast in my mouth. It looks too good to waste," Harry told him.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville continued to milk his gradually softening pecker and replied: "Look who's talking? Made a bit of a mess over there. Looks... creamy."</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry could swear he heard a note of disappointment in Neville's voice. However, he simply smirked at the statement. Then he glanced around.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Know how much I've spunked up in this room?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>This one?" Neville grunted. "Last year we could've hung wallpaper what with all you, Ron, Séamus, and Dean painted on the place. Sometimes I was afraid to let my feet touch the floor!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry started laughing, and Neville soon joined him. Nothing about the moment felt awkward or forced. It dawned on him that the quiet member of their room likely considered this the height of his sexual activity. Harry started to make a plan. He truly felt indebted to Neville for suggesting he go to the library to read about dragons. He wanted to repay his friend in a grand way, and ideas began to spark in his mind yet again.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well, do yourself a favor and never lay in Séamus' bed. Not sure he knows how to use the cleaning spell," Harry warned, and it earned him another round of laughter for his dorm-mate.</span></span></span></p> </div></div>
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Harry Potter and the Loo of Desire Chapter 4 This work is a parody of J.K Rowling's Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, and it is not endorsed by either J.K. Rowling or her publishers. As a parody, this work is protected under the Fair Use Doctrine. The characterizations in this work deviate significantly from the original, and this does not imply these characterizations exist in the original work. The author received no financial compensation or endorsements for the production of this work. All characters in this story are fictional. This story depicts sexual acts between consenting minor males. This story is meant for entertainment purposes only and in no way reflects reality. Please be aware of local laws or ordinances that may prohibit the reading of such material. Comments regarding the story may be sent to dricshae(at)gmail(dot)com Please support Nifty with donations if able. DONATE HERE (A Parody) Chapter 4: That Which Does Not Kill You The next day Harry told his closest friends, Ron and Hermione, about the dragons and the unknown first task involving the creatures. With the first challenge looming over the upcoming weekend, it seemed better to share his worries than hide them. Hermione cracked her knuckles while she listened, a habit that annoyed both boys but one over which they dared not correct her. Her eyes narrowed. "Maybe the goal is to keep your ass alive," she said in a gruff, but contemplative manner. "Core, Hermione, it's got to be something more than that. Dumbledore could never get away with just tossing students to dragons and being done with it," Ron challenged. Harry thought she might hit him, yet she refrained. Another of her knuckles gave a loud pop. Harry and Ron winced in unison. "Could be an impossible challenge that'll get `em all eaten," she rejoined. "You're not helping," Harry complained. The trio walked through the cold, damp subterranean passage leading to the classrooms near the dungeon. Potions with Professor Snape awaited them. Almost since the first day when both Harry and Ron proved to sport larger penises than the dour professor they suffered in the class. Snape picked on every boy who even looked more endowed than him. It quickly made sense why Snape got chosen as the housemaster of Slytherin. It also proved that a single attribute could be the deciding factor for admission. Gryffindor, it appeared, valued versatile individuals; whereas Ravenclaw opted for smart masturbators and Hufflepuff selected pushy bottoms. "What d'you think you'll have to do?" Ron asked once they passed by a small knot of Slytherin students who whispered about Spurmstung. "Hagrid couldn't... wouldn't tell me. He said the other champions already got a look at them. I think your brother Charlie saw `em sneaking in and let Hagrid know," Harry said to his friends. "He don't like cheaters, Charlie doesn't. He's on the up and up when it comes to that." "Well, tell him I owe him one." Ron smirked while Hermione said: "Might as well just drop your pants when you see him next, Harry." Even though they wore long pants, shirts, ties, and sweaters underneath their robes, the damp chill of the lower halls still managed to seep through to their skin. It seemed a perfect setting for Professor Snape's arduous course. They approached the classroom and ceased their conversation when they got a good look at the professor. Snape wore a cold compress around his neck, a sure sign he nursed a horrendous hangover. Far and above being the potions master, well-substantiated rumor held the man could distill liquor better than anyone. Students often complained about the pungent and sometimes eye-watering vapors that seeped out from under a locked supply room door in the classroom. "Take your seats. Now!" Professor Snape thundered at the students. "And don't -- hurrup -- drag your bloody feet. I can't stand that scraping sound." The students tiptoed to their stations. The dim lighting made it difficult to see, and more than one person banged a knee or stubbed a foot. Each sound inspired a roar of irritation from Professor Snape. The long tabletops stood beecked with small cauldrons, decanters, stirring wands, and tiny stanchions of endlessly burning flame. No one dared drag a stool out from under the table, and all carefully and quietly lifted them out. It took a little longer than usual for everyone to get seated, but Snape did not seem to mind the waste of time. He appeared to like the quiet better. "Today you'll be brew... brewing a stomach settling potion. Madame Pomfrey says she's out and is going to need a lot more in the come -- ahh... coming weeks. Find the recipe in your books and get to work," their instructor instructed. "And do it quietly! If I catch anyone whispering or gi.. gi... giggling, I'll deduct one hundred points from their house. Clear?" Instead of answering with their voices, the young people all nodded their heads. They learned from experience Snape did not like to hear voices when tending to an alcohol-fueled headache. Their professor then leaned forward so his head rested on the surface of his desk. He then dragged his tatty robe over his head. Hermione teamed with Susan Bones, despite Susan looking for another partner. Hermione perfected a method where she constantly bumped up against or nudged another girl's breasts all the time. It appeared accidental, bu it repeatedly happened. Hermione also liked to pat and pinch butts. Thus, Harry and Ron rolled their eyes at their friend for her blatant behavior. The teams of students attempted to work as quietly as they could manage. The ability of the students to brew a potion without making a sound did not appear so miraculous when one considered they practiced for three years. Harry honestly believed he could whip up some of Corrigan's Cum Burping Syrup without anyone hearing a thing. One stage of brewing the potion involved adding frog burps, and those sounded like first years getting sick in a hallway. Thus, Harry and Ron diligently gathered their supplies and got to work. They divided the chore of preparing the ingredients. It proved a costly mistake. "Blimey!" Ron yelled when he accidentally smashed his thumb with a pulping hammer. From what appeared like out of nowhere a heavy vial made of leaded crystal flew across the room and smashed against Ron's forehead. Ron crumpled to the ground like an unsupported sack of tubers. Shards of glass could be heard hitting the flagstones several meters away. "Fifty points to Gryff... indor if you don't tell What's-Her-Face," Professor Snape immediately intoned in a slushy voice while Ron lay supine and unconscious on the floor. "Potter, I'll give you... full marks for today if you can haul... Weasley to the infirmary without anyone noticing... and don't tell Madame Pomfrey how it happened." Snape offered his usual bribe to buy the students' silence. He lowered his head to the desk, covered it once more, and acted as though everyone accepted the terms. Harry could see the members of Slytherin house muffling their faces with their robes. Instead of spewing invective at them, Harry tried to quietly carry his muscular and sturdy friend out of the classroom. The empty dungeon corridor into which he stepped echoed with the sound of Ron's shoe heels dragging on the stones. Once they made it to the stairs, Harry lay the burly redhead down and extracted his wand. "Emaculo perfectus," he said while aiming his wand at Ron's head. A faint golden shower of sparks got ejaculated from Harry's wand and sprayed all over Ron's face and head. Madame Pomfrey taught all first year students the powerful healing spell in order to keep her beds from filling with victims of either Dumbledore or Snape, or many of the other teachers for that matter. Ron's eyes gradually flickered opened and he bleerily gazed around the stairwell. "Wha...?" He mumbled. "Snape clipped you in the head with a crystal vial. Pretty good shot for a hungover man," Harry stated and begrudgingly complimented the professor's throw. "Oh, right," his friend replied as if he just remembered what happened. "Mind giving me a hand to our room? Think I could use a bit of a lie down for a while." Harry agreed by standing and holding out one hand. Ron took it and climbed unsteadily to his feet. He leaned against his thinner friend, sometimes threatening to topple them both, while they traversed hallways and stairs to reach the Gryffindor tower. Once past the fat lady who moaned with pleasure as they stepped through the portal, the two made their way to their dorm room. Inside five beds sat stationed around the circular room. Harry deposited Ron onto his bed. "Sure you did the emaculo spell right?" Ron asked while rubbing his head. "Please," Harry tersely rejoined. Ron mumbled an apology while he started to strip of his clothes. Like all Weasley men, he hated to sleep or even rest with anything aside from a blanket covering his body. Harry appreciated the view when he Ron turned to stuff his clothing into his footlocker. The pale flesh of his quarter-globe buttocks spread to barely reveal the pink rosebud hidden in the dark crevice. Underneath that Ron's full and heavy sack dangled. Just as Harry licked his lips once, Ron turned and caught him staring. "Like what you see, mate?" Ron teased him. "One of the finest bums at Snogwarts," Harry returned without even a pause. "It's not fair all of you Weasleys got butts like a centaur." "Jealous, huh?" "Yeah, a little. Can't say I've got half the hams you do." Ron laughed at the expression. Much to Harry's surprise, Ron then reached around, grabbed his left cheek, and pulled it to the side. Harry got a full view at his friend's privy hole, and it made his pecker puff up. Before he knew what to say, Ron began to run a finger around his wrinkled button and made a humming noise. It proved more than Harry could handle. The famous young wizard of Snogwarts half flew across the room and dropped to his knees. Harry buried his face into Ron's crack, and his tongue greedily sought out the sphincter. Ron removed his hand and then let the other join in pulling his ass cheeks fully apart. Harry took it for the invitation he knew it to be. Within seconds his tongue jammed at and into Ron's hole. The taste flooded Harry's mouth while he drank in the scent. A wonderful delirium began to take over as he feasted on his friend's hairless ass. His tongue left a trail of spit wherever it touched. "Sweet Blackstone, Harry, but you're good at that," Ron moaned out the words after several minutes. "You and Colin been swapping notes?." "Mumph mmm erm bmmm," Harry tried to said, but it came out a muffled mess. Five more minutes passed while Harry's tongue assaulted Ron's anus. It grew sopping wet and relaxed, and the wizard on his knees could stuff nearly the whole of his mouth muscle into the hole. Ron's bottom began to sway from the ministrations. He cooed and groaned as the boy nibbled at his ass. Harry, in the meanwhile, undid his pants and extracted his erect member. He started to tug on it while his face remain firmly planted in Weasley's crack. It seemed a long time since he last sucked on Ron's pucker hole, and he planned to make the most of it. Thus, he poured himself into every maneuver he could imagine. "Crimey, mate, but -- ohh! -- you know how to get me started," Ron's exhaled in a husky voice. "Maybe you should stand for a bit." "Why? I'm having a good time here," Harry protested. "Just stand, would you, Harry?" Even though the request frustrated him, Harry rose to his feet as asked and his pants slipped down to his knees. When standing, Ron's long-fingered and strong hand reached back. He took hold of Harry's rock hard cock, and then stroked it a few times. Harry felt his knees tremble. Ron then pulled forward with a goodly amount of force, and Harry stumbled forward. It took but a few blinks of his eyes behind the glasses to see what his best mate intended. The once or twice occurrence per school year looked ready to commence for the first time that year, if one excused the bull run on Diktor because Harry did not cum. He jutted his hips forward. Ron guided his cock. "Take it slow, eh? Kind of out of practice with someone who can give me a good go," Ron warbled and seemed to forget what happened in the baths not long ago. "Thought you and Colin..." "Look, mate, Colin gets so excited he fires off like broken wand even before we get started. Didn't know how much I needed a good dicking `til you got your face down there. You're tongue's a beaut, Harry, but I need a bit more than that right now." "Bit more of this, eh?" Harry replied and thrust his hips. The head of his dick pressed against and partially into Ron's sphincter. Ron groaned and hissed at the same time. Harry held still for a moment until he felt his best friend's bottom wiggle a little. The young man at the back then edged forward, and the rest of cock head popped into Ron. "Oh, blimey, mate! Hold it like that a second. Core!" The youngest Weasley male moaned out the words, and he did not sound in pain. Harry waited and grinned. Only in their second year at Snogwarts did Ron appear to ready and really wanting to take it up the bum, the Diktor incident not included. The wizard with a lighting bolt shaped scar on the glans of his penis held still. Aside from wanting to enjoy it himself, he really wanted his best friend to get as much pleasure as he could. Whether he knew it or not, Ron would call the shots. "Right, right. Okay, start working it in slow like," Ron said after a minute of apparently enjoying the sensation of a hard willy lodged in the entrance his tunnel. "Whatever you say, Ron," Harry quietly answered, and then began to slowly push inward. A stream of gibberish fell out of Ronald's mouth while Harry inserted himself. Harry left enough spit pooled in Ron's crack that it acted as a decent lubricant. However and as requested, he entered slowly. Even at a slow rate it only took a minute before all fifteen and half centimeters got safely nestled inside Ron's bum. His hips pressed up again the firm mounds of Weasley butt. By instinct Harry took hold of the crease between Ron's thigh and hip. "There you go, mate. All in," Harry announced "Yeah, right, brilliant," Ron cooed. "Seems like forever since I felt this full." "Well, it feels pretty great to me." "Did I ever give you birthday present, Harry?" "What? Why... you sent a card," Harry mumbled. "Well, consider this a late birthday present," Ron stated. "For me or for you, mate?" "Um... well, both, I guess." The two friends chuckled at the truth behind the joke. It served Ron just as much as it served Harry. In that moment Harry realized the tightness of his friend's ass. It clamped around his hard pecker with a surety of a first year. It made Harry wonder just how often Ron and Colin enjoyed one another, or rather if Colin got the most enjoyment out of it. "Okay, Harry, start plugging away, but go a bit easy at first," Ron again requested. "Sure thing, Ron," Harry agreed. He hauled back on his hips and felt himself slide out of his friend. Before he became completely unplugged, Harry shifted direction. His dick disappeared into beefy butt. Ron's hips twitched back and forth as Harry repeated the motions. Experience told him to use a slow, steady pace. It would both acclimate Ron and also probably get the ginger-haired teenager even more excited. Thus, Harry plugged away with a gentle rhythm. All the while Ron mumbled a mix of obscenities and nonsense. "Faster there, mate," Ron requested. Harry increased the rate. Ron let out with long, low growl. Despite being graced with an average-sized cock, Harry knew how to use it. While he often got plowed and loved it, those times when he topped he liked to be good at it. Thus, Harry never charged ahead. He took his time. He listened to his partner. In the end, they would both enjoy it more. Thus, the boy wizard drilling his friend followed his own advice. He avoid simply ramming his dick in and out, and used smooth actions and strokes. Harry kept in mind he needed to glide through the tunnel, and to do that the natural lubricants of an ass needed to be coaxed. "Bloody hell, Harry," Ron's now thick voice echoed around him. "Almost forgot you know a thing or two `bout this. If you want, a little harder would do me some good." "Coming up," Harry replied and chuckled. Once more Harry applied skill along with additional force. He stood up a little straighter so his pecker would penetrate further. More force only got added when his dick already lay half way in. It allowed him to give it a good thrust. Each time he did, Ron's grunt nearly turned into a bark. It became clear the youngest male Weasley got into the act. He gradually stood upright, and Harry speared into him. He could feel the head of his dick rubbing along the bottom side of of Ron's gut. One minute bled into another and another, and time became rather immaterial to the two friends. Harry got lost in the sensation of fucking his best friend, and Ron appeared to in the same condition. "'Arry, Harry," Ron panted. "'Arry, give... give it... a tug." Harry reacted on a subconscious level. His arm seemed to act on its own. His brain remained focused on how he repeatedly penetrated his friend. His right hand eventually let go of Ron's hip and slid toward the front. It did not take any real conscious effort to find his friend's thick tool. His fingers wrapped around it, but a sizable gap remained between Harry's thumb and middle finger. Harry did need to concentrate for a moment to set his hand to stroking in a rhythm that would complement the motion of his thrusts. After a few awkward attempts, he decided his hand needed to come downward while his hips shot upward. Ron apparently approved when he let loose with a long, sustained rumble of pleasure. The sound meant Harry needed to hang on for a wild ride. In their second year during one of their sexual escapades, Ron let himself go. The two of them wound up nearly demolishing Harry's bed, and it required several repair spells to set aright. This time with the two of them standing, it seemed to herald something different. Ron thrust his ample posterior outward, causing Harry to drill him deeper. Then Ron thrust forward, making his cock slide through Harry's fist. Before he knew it, Harry simply became the means by which Ron pleasured himself. He grab onto the footboard of his best mate's bed as the young man went into overdrive. Ron literally fucked himself on Harry's cock while masturbating himself with Harry's hand. He growled like manticore on the hunt. Nothing can last forever despite how good it feels at the moment. Harry felt his orgasm crest after many, many minutes of Ron turned into sex-driven machine. He blasted the insides of his friend's gut with a considerable load of semen. The added goo made his pecker slide in and out of Ron with less friction, and this made a difference. Roughly a minute later Ron shouted at the top of his lungs. His hard-on turned into a hot rod of steel in Harry's grip. Moreover, the teenager's anus tightened down on Harry's cock so hard Harry almost feared permanent damage. On the other side of Ron Harry heard the heavy volley of semen splatter against the bed. It sound like hail on plywood. Four times Ron ejaculated with extreme force, and each got accompanied by wild swearing. After the last shot, the two boys collapsed forward onto the bed with Harry lying on top. "Ozymandias!" Ron heaved out the name half a minute later. "You okay, Harry?" "Yeah, I think so, Ron," Harry panted. "Someone needed to get his arse stuffed good," a familiar voice and scared the daylights out of the two panting teenagers. Harry rolled off Ron in a start. His cock made a popping sound as it came free. Flecks of semen flew through the air. He nearly tripped on his pants than worked their way down to his ankles. When he looked up, Harry saw Dean and Séamus standing in the door, both with dicks in their hands and sprays of jizz on the floor before them. Ron also jumped up and spun his naked body around. His semi-rigid thick pecker slung even more sperm around the dorm room. Dean and Séamus giggled with delight. "Get bent," Ron grumbled at them, but the red spots on his cheeks and smirk remove any sting from it. "Harry was just doing me a favor." "Maybe you need something more than Colin, mate, `cause what we just saw was more than he ever did to you," Dean said. "Purgo spermo," Séamus said through a laugh, and the small puddle of semen on the floor laying in front him and Dean disappeared. The spell did not, however, remove the heavy scent of sex from the air. "You don't have any idea of what we do," Ron weakly contested while Harry used the same spell to clean up Ron's bed. "He just gets... too excited is all." The two standing in the door started to pull up their pants as they waddled into the room. Both eyed the nude ginger-haired teenager with suspicious glances. Harry silently watched the silent exchange as he, too, began to pull up his pants. He glanced down and saw his penis remained fully erect: a tell-tale sign he more than enjoyed the sexual encounter. It would require further attention. "Look, Ron, Harry just rode you like he would a wild hippogriff... and we was only here for the last seven minutes or so," Dean said and gave no indication he took Ron at his word. "Snape sent us out almost twenty minutes ago to make sure you weren't dead, so you two had a good long shag. From the looks of it, you needed it." Ron's brow furled and he glanced at the ground. "No shame in it, Ron," Séamus chimed it. "We all got needs, and it don't seem like Colin is doing right by you. I'll give you full marks on loyalty, but you need to find someone more your speed." Harry's discovered his head bobbed in agreement, but he did not halt it in time. Ron frowned at him. However, Harry truly did agree with Séamus. "You think he's right?" Ron finally asked him. "Well, I know you say he's good for a buggering, but you don't seem really satisfied. You helped me out a few times, but it seems like you need it more than me," Harry confessed his honest thoughts. "I like him..." No one said a word when Ron tapered into silence. "He's a good enough bloke, Ron, but... is Colin really enough?" Dean stated the only real question that needed to be asked. Ron never answered. Even when Harry collected his book bag and headed for his next class, the question continued to hang in the air even though neither Dean nor Séamus pursued the topic. It made Harry feel both sad and uncomfortable. He knew his best friend truly wanted someone to love him, both emotionally and physically in the same robust manner he displayed. However, since the end of the last school year and through the beginning of the current, it became painfully obvious Colin could not meet the requirements. Ron, it seemed, would need to make a choice. Ron avoided talking to him during the Defense of Dark Arts class. Goo-eye Moody ran a rough class, and it terrified most of the students. Harry grudgingly appreciated the reality Professor Moody injected into the sessions. It lent the classes a sense of importance about what they might face in the outside world. However, it also tended to produce nightmares in just about every student in their year, including the Slytherins, on a regular basis. Everyone knew complaints would fall on deaf ears if they raised their concerns to the headmaster. Thus, they endured the wholly frightening course. The school began to buzz with excitement at the approach of first tournament challenge. Of course, students from all three schools would randomly disappear for a day or two only to return dazed and inexplicably happy. Nearly all of the Boobbeatons' girls passed through the Gryffindor tower at least once, but those who did not seemed to realize they got marked. An unspoken contest emerged between Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw. The Spurmstung boys continued their reign of terror, although few saw it as such, on the Snogwarts houses with the exception of the Slytherin. It seemed Spurmstung possessed standard to which the house bedecked in emerald could not meet. It caused the Slytherin boys to become even more angry and snide. "Did you hear the six and seventh years of Slytherin did a mosquito attack on Patrick Bagby last night?" Ron told Harry as they ate breakfast, although Harry did not feel much like eating. "That never hurt anyone," Hermione quipped and scrapped a bit of porridge off her bosom where it fell. "But for five hours?" "It'd be like dropping toothpicks into washbasin." "Look, Bagby probably barely noticed, but I've got other things to worry about right now," Harry snarled at his friends. "You know what I'm going up against in a little while." "Well, it hardly seems worth it if Dumbledore is going to take out only two of students," Hermione shot back at him. "He might actually be playing this on the up and up." "Not bleeding likely, Hermione. You know he'd love to see one of us get et by a dragon," Ron dangerously challenged the young woman. "Did you get a chance to talk to Charlie?" Harry inquired before his best friend started fighting. "Yeah, but he wouldn't tell me what they're planning with the dragons." "Fat lot of good it does having him for a brother," Hermione sniped at him. It spiraled down from there. Harry got up and left the table, and his friends never noticed. Since no classes would be held, he looked for a quiet corner where he could sit and think about his dilemma. Without paying attention, Harry found himself out near the greenhouses where herbology lessons got taught. It did not surprise him to find Neville quietly tending to the plants on the outside. The quietest of the fourth-year Gryffindor boys showed a genius-level aptitude with magical plants. "Hi ya, Harry," Neville politely and sincerely greeted him. "Looks like you got a fair bit on your mind what with the challenge today." "Yeah, and I found out what it's going to involve," he replied. "Not sure knowing did me any favors." Neville nodded. Harry could not help but notice the growth spurt his schoolmate went through over the last three years. The pudgy first year got stretched into a teenager taller than Harry. Moreover, he dropped a lot of weight and, when Harry managed to see some part of him unclothed, he seemed to be fit. It dawned on the more famous of the two that Neville grew progressively more handsome with each succeeding year. He wondered how did not notice it until that moment. "So what are you up against?" Neville naturally inquired while Harry's eyes ran up and down his form. "Dragons." "Ooh, tough one there. Never saw one too up close, but all the books say their really dangerous. What do you got to do with `em?" "I don't have a single clue, Neville, but it'll be something nasty knowing Dumbledore," Harry replied. Neville set down the trowel and took off his work gloves before saying: "Well, dragons breathe fire and most can fly. They're really good at guarding things. Ever see the one they got down in Gringotts?" Harry shook his head from side to side. He heard rumors that the goblins used the terrifying beasts to guard some of the more valuable vaults, but his family's personal vault rested above that level. Despite the mounds of gold galleons his parents left him, along with a number of family heirlooms and keepsakes, it did not warrant such protection. "They're fast and sneaky, too," his dorm mate opined. "I, ah, kind of already knew that," Harry rejoined. "Well, whatever they got planned, it'll probably play to the dragon's strengths and not yours. If you can figure out what the dragon is best at, you might find a way around it. There's a lot of books on dragons in the library. If you've got the time, you could read up on them and maybe figure out how to -- I don't know -- survive." Harry blinked in utter astonishment at the wisdom in the Neville's statements and said: "That's brilliant, Neville. I owe you free shag whenever you want!" "Never saw you charge anyone," his friend said and grinned. "Well, when you want it, I'll be ready, anytime day or night." "Right, thanks, Harry. I'll remember that." Harry saw large rosy spots appear on the young man's face. He stopped wondering if Neville could be a breeder because some part of him deep down resisted the notion. It seemed as though Neville quietly followed his own path and few understood what it could be because they never inquired. Harry decided to change that. "Neville, I know it's none of my business, but do you fancy anyone here at Snogwarts?" He asked. Neville shrugged and looked away. "You know I'd always be willing to put in a good word for you with anyone." "Thanks, Harry, that's sporting of you," Neville said and faced him again. Anger appeared to ripple on his features. "Other than you and sometimes Ron and Hermione, no one really gives me the time of the day. The Slytherins are the worst." "You're better than them, Neville." "Right there, see? Only my Gran says things like that to me. Everyone else... they just treat me like they did in first year. That's why I keep to myself so much. Sort the opposite from you." "Sometimes I look at you and I get envious..." "Why?" Neville interjected before the statement got completed. "'Cause everyone expects something from me... and I've got nothing for them," Harry explained. "I don't know how I did what I did with Holdequart..." Neville winced. "I don't even have any memories of it, and yet everyone expects me to be... who I was when I was a baby. Does that make any sense?" The teenager wearing stained overalls nodded and said: "I've wondered about that before. I know you and some others think The Dork Lord is back..." "He is back, Neville, and he's just looking for a body now," Harry sternly replied. "I don't know what he's really up to, but he's trying to come back and pick up where left off." "That's as may be, Harry, and that's part of the reason why people expect so much from you!" "Why is that?" "'Cause if you-know-who is coming back, they think you'll be the one to stop him again. It's kind of exciting and scary at the same time," Neville told him. "Exciting `cause maybe we'll get to find out how you defeated him the first time, and scary `cause... well, it is He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Fucked after all." Harry consider what Neville said for a few seconds. It made sense, but it also seemed childish to him. Anyone wishing for Lord Holdequart's return either went soft in the head or might be a Dungeater. It seemed simply insane. He scowled. "What?" Neville prodded him. "It's daft, Neville, thinking it'd be exciting to have him back. Maybe it's because none of us were there and knew what it was like. Sometimes... sometimes I get a quick flash of some memory, but not enough to go on. I mostly remember being afraid to be honest." "So what worries you most, Harry: The Dork Lord or a dragon?" "Truthfully? Both. Right now probably the dragon more `cause I have to face it in a few hours." "That makes sense," his housemate rejoined. "But you did give me one good piece of advice, and I'm going to use it!" "Glad I could help." "And don't forget you can call on me whenever you need it... whatever it is." Neville smiled at him and then retrieved his gloves. From past experience, Harry knew he would lose to the plants that never judged the quiet teenager, except for the opinionated pansies. More than ever it did not seem possible Neville could be a breeder: he simply started off shy and it only got worse over the past few years. Harry vowed to make a difference with his housemate. Three years of being both popular and unpopular in equal measure but at opposite times taught Harry how to navigate through the castle in order to avoid running into people. He made his way to the library. When he stepped inside, an odd assortment of students gazed at him for a moment. Some he expected, but more than a few faces surprised him. He began to wonder if Hermione would make quick work inside the large chamber. She liked to read, and she read a lot. "Um, excuse me, Madam Pince?" He said when he approached the lending counter. The thin woman with sallow skin like parchment and dark, piercing eyes set behind glasses looked up at him with an expectant look. Harry tried a smile, but did not get one in return. He cleared his throat, adjust his practice fappitch jersey, and readied himself. "I don't have a lot of time before the challenge, but could you tell me where to find a book that covers as many species of dragons as possible... with pictures?" "And you would need this volume because...?" Madam Pince's slightly reedy voice inquired. Harry lowered his voice even more and leaned toward the woman before saying: "Because I have to face one in little more than three hours." The librarian appeared surprised. "It's the fist challenge for the Bi-Wizard Tournament." "Non-fiction, section A... animals, subsection M for magical," she quickly rattled off the information. "Newt Scamander wrote a treatise on dragons later in his career, but it does not include pictures. It may also present slightly biased information." "Thank you, Madam Pince!" Harry gushed at her. "I hope you can find some useful details in the time allotted to you, Mr. Potter," the woman rejoined, and she sounded sincere. "Good luck." Harry nodded his head to her, and then launched into a fast walking pace to reach the part of the library she indicated. In ten minutes Harry collected five volumes that looked promising, and all included illustrations or photos of dragons. It took another few minutes to find an alcove not occupied by students either studying or snogging or lying in wait for someone to make an unexpected sound. Since first finding out about the library Shushers in his first year, Harry thought them daft. Finally a lone table availed itself. Harry let the books land with a thump on it, and then slid into the chair. Several people shushed him for making a loud noise. "Right," Harry whispered as he snagged what looked to be the most promising tome. "If you know its strengths, you might find its weaknesses." With those words, he launched into his study of dragons. A habit born of his days locked in the cupboard under the stairs manifested without his even being aware of it. Harry began to fondle himself as he flipped pages and scanned the text. His organ became half-erect, but not from sexual excitement. As he read, Harry started to learn more about dragons that he ever wished to know. Each species seemed a vexing combination of anger, claws, flame, and teeth. Some possessed wings, others did not. The ones without wings tended to sport poisoned spikes or razor-sharp scales. However, what got him intellectually excited, and hence puffed up in the pants, came in the few lines and passages that stated the vulnerabilities of dragons. Harry applied himself with gusto, and he lost track of time. "Mr. Potter?" Madam Pince called out his name. Harry kept reading. "Harry Potter!" The librarian said in voice that, while not a shout, still caused one to pay attention. His head snapped up. "They've been calling your name from the detention quarry for the last thirty minutes," Madam Pince informed him. "I believe you are running late." "And I'm not allowed to miss a single event or..." "I heard, Harry. Go! I'll put the books away for you." "Thanks, Madam Pince. You're the best!" Harry said as he stood, his pants tenting outward somewhat, and started to trot away from the table. The woman looked stunned, but Harry could not waste time on discovering why. He broke into a flat-out run when he got passed the doors. Not a single soul occupied the halls as he wended through them. Harry never before experienced an occasion when he could run willy-nilly through Snogwarts without a teacher or Mr. Felch yelling at him. As he neared the main entrance, he could hear the sounds of dragons in full ire. It made his mouth run dry. "Which one will I get?" He asked himself in a pant as he pushed open and past the heavy main doors. From the far left side of the castle, the spot where students once broke boulders into smaller rocks as a form of punishment, the calls and shrieks of spectators mingled with the roar of dragons. The running kept his nerves from acting up, and Harry began to speculate that arriving tired from a long sprint might work against him. He slowed and listened. His mind created images that started to scare the life out of him.
<div id="readability-content"><h1>Harry Potter and the Loo of Desire Chapter 4</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> <p> This work is a parody of J.K Rowling's <u>Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire</u>, and it is not endorsed by either J.K. Rowling or her publishers. As a parody, this work is protected under the Fair Use Doctrine. </p> <p> The characterizations in this work deviate significantly from the original, and this does not imply these characterizations exist in the original work. The author received no financial compensation or endorsements for the production of this work.</p> <p> All characters in this story are fictional. This story depicts sexual acts between consenting minor males. This story is meant for entertainment purposes only and in no way reflects reality. Please be aware of local laws or ordinances that may prohibit the reading of such material.</p> <p> Comments regarding the story may be sent to dricshae(at)gmail(dot)com</p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Please support Nifty with donations if able. <a href="http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html">DONATE HERE</a> </span></span></span> </p> <hr> <h3>(A Parody)</h3> <h3>Chapter 4: That Which Does Not Kill You</h3> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>The next day Harry told his closest friends, Ron and Hermione, about the dragons and the unknown first task</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>involving the creatures. With the first challenge looming over the upcoming weekend, it seemed better to share his worries than hide them.</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Hermione cracked her knuckles while she listened, a habit that annoyed both boys but one over which they</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>dared not correct her. Her eyes narrowed.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Maybe the goal is to keep your ass alive," she said in a gruff, but contemplative manner.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Core, Hermione, it's got to be something more than that. Dumbledore could never get away with just tossing students to dragons and being done with it," Ron challenged.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry thought she might hit him, yet she refrained. Another of her knuckles gave a loud pop. Harry and Ron winced in unison.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Could be an impossible challenge that'll get `em all eaten," she rejoined.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You're not helping," Harry complained.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>The trio walked through the cold, damp subterranean passage leading to</span> <span>the classrooms near the dungeon. Potions with Professor Snape awaited them. Almost since the first day when both Harry and Ron proved to sport larger penises than the dour professor they suffered in the class. Snape picked on every boy who even looked more endowed than him. It quickly made sense why Snape got chosen as the housemaster of Slytherin. It also proved that a single attribute could be the deciding factor for admission. Gryffindor, it appeared, valued versatile individuals; whereas Ravenclaw opted for smart masturbators</span> <span>and Hufflepuff selected pushy bottoms. </span></span></span> </p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What d'you think you'll have to do?" Ron asked once they passed by a small knot of Slytherin students who whispered about Spurmstung.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Hagrid couldn't... wouldn't tell me. He said the other champions already got a look at them. I think your brother Charlie</span></span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"> </span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>saw `em sneaking in and let Hagrid know," Harry said to his friends.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>He don't like cheaters, Charlie doesn't. He's on the up and up when it comes to that."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well, tell him I owe him one."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ron smirked while Hermione said: "Might as well just drop your pants when you see him next, Harry."</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Even though they</span> <span>wore long pants, shirts, ties, and sweaters underneath their robes, the damp chill of the lower halls still</span> <span>managed to seep through to their skin. It seemed a perfect setting for Professor Snape's arduous course. They approached the classroom and ceased their conversation when they got a good look at the professor. Snape wore a cold compress around his neck, a sure sign he nursed a horrendous hangover. Far and above being the potions master, well-substantiated rumor held the man could distill liquor better than anyone. Students often complained about the pungent and sometimes eye-watering vapors that seeped out from under a locked supply room door in the classroom.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Take your seats. Now!" Professor Snape thundered at the students. "And don't -- hurrup -- drag your bloody feet. I can't stand that scraping sound."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>The students tiptoed to their stations. The dim lighting made it difficult to see, and more than one person banged a knee or stubbed a foot. Each sound inspired a roar of irritation from Professor Snape. The long tabletops stood beecked</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>with small cauldrons, decanters, stirring wands, and tiny stanchions of endlessly burning flame. No one dared drag a stool out from under the table, and all carefully and quietly lifted them out. It took a little longer than usual for everyone to get seated, but Snape did not seem to mind the waste of time. He appeared to like the quiet better.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Today you'll be brew... brewing a stomach settling potion. Madame Pomfrey says she's out and is going to need a lot more in the come -- ahh... coming weeks. Find the recipe in your books and get to work," their instructor instructed. "And do it quietly! If I catch anyone whispering or gi.. gi... giggling, I'll deduct one hundred points from their house. Clear?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Instead of answering with their voices, the young people all nodded their heads. They learned from experience Snape did not like to hear voices when tending to an alcohol-fueled headache. Their professor then leaned forward so his head rested on the surface of his desk. He then dragged his tatty robe over his head.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Hermione teamed with Susan Bones, despite Susan looking for another partner. Hermione perfected a method where she constantly bumped up against or nudged another girl's breasts all the time. It appeared accidental, bu it repeatedly</span> <span>happened. Hermione also liked to pat and pinch butts. Thus, Harry and Ron rolled their eyes at their friend for her blatant behavior. The teams of students attempted</span> <span>to work as quietly as they could manage.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The ability of the students to brew a potion without making a sound did not appear so miraculous when one considered they practiced for three years. Harry honestly believed he could whip up some of Corrigan's Cum Burping Syrup without anyone hearing a thing. One stage of brewing the potion involved adding frog burps, and those sounded like first years getting sick in a hallway. Thus, Harry and Ron diligently gathered their supplies and got to work. They divided the chore of preparing the ingredients. It proved a costly mistake.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Blimey!" Ron yelled when he accidentally smashed his thumb with a pulping hammer.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>From what appeared like out of nowhere a heavy vial made of leaded crystal flew across the room and smashed against Ron's forehead. Ron crumpled to the ground like an unsupported sack of tubers. Shards of glass could be heard hitting the flagstones several meters away.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Fifty points to Gryff... indor if you don't tell What's-Her-Face," Professor Snape immediately intoned in a slushy voice</span></span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"> </span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>while Ron lay supine and unconscious on the floor. "Potter, I'll give you... full marks for today if you can haul... Weasley to the infirmary without anyone noticing... and don't tell Madame Pomfrey how it happened."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Snape offered his usual bribe to buy the students' silence. He lowered his head to the desk, covered it once more, and acted as though everyone accepted the terms. Harry could see the members of Slytherin house muffling their faces with their robes. Instead of spewing invective at them, Harry tried to quietly carry his muscular and sturdy friend out of the classroom. The empty dungeon corridor into which he stepped echoed with the sound of Ron's shoe heels dragging on the stones. Once they made it to the stairs, Harry lay the burly redhead down and extracted his wand.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Emaculo perfectus," he said while aiming his wand at Ron's head. A faint golden shower of sparks got ejaculated from Harry's wand and sprayed all over Ron's face and head.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Madame Pomfrey taught all first year students the powerful healing spell in order to keep her beds from filling with victims of either Dumbledore or Snape, or many of the other teachers for that matter. Ron's eyes gradually flickered opened and he bleerily gazed around the stairwell.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Wha...?" He mumbled.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Snape clipped you in the head with a crystal vial. Pretty good shot for a hungover man," Harry stated and begrudgingly complimented the professor's</span></span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"> </span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>throw.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Oh, right," his friend replied as if he just remembered what happened. "Mind giving me a hand to our room? Think I could use a bit of a lie down for a while."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry agreed by standing and holding out one hand. Ron took it and climbed unsteadily to his feet. He leaned against his thinner friend, sometimes threatening to topple them both, while they traversed hallways and stairs to reach the Gryffindor tower. Once past the fat lady who moaned with pleasure as they stepped through the portal, the two made their way to their dorm room. Inside five beds sat stationed around the circular room. Harry deposited Ron onto his bed.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Sure you did the emaculo spell right?" Ron asked while rubbing his head.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Please," Harry tersely rejoined.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ron mumbled an apology while he started to strip of his clothes. Like all Weasley men, he hated to sleep or even rest with anything aside from a blanket covering his body. Harry appreciated the view when he Ron turned to stuff his clothing into his footlocker. The pale flesh of his quarter-globe buttocks spread to barely reveal the pink rosebud hidden in the dark crevice. Underneath that Ron's full and heavy sack dangled. Just as Harry licked his lips once, Ron turned and caught him staring.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Like what you see, mate?" Ron teased him.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>One of the finest bums at Snogwarts," Harry returned without even a pause. "It's not fair all of you Weasleys got butts like a centaur."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Jealous, huh?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yeah, a little. Can't say I've got half the hams you do."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ron laughed at the expression. Much to Harry's surprise, Ron</span> <span>then reached around, grabbed his left cheek, and pulled it to the side. Harry got a full view at his friend's privy hole, and it made his pecker puff up. Before he knew what to say, Ron began to run a finger around his wrinkled button and made a humming noise. It proved more than Harry could handle.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>The famous young wizard of Snogwarts half flew across the room and dropped to his knees. Harry buried his face into Ron's crack, and his tongue greedily sought out the sphincter. Ron removed his hand and then let the other join in pulling</span> <span>his ass cheeks fully apart. Harry took it for the invitation he knew it to be. Within seconds his tongue jammed at and into Ron's hole. The taste flooded Harry's mouth while he drank in the scent. A wonderful delirium began to take over as he feasted on his friend's hairless ass. His tongue left a trail of spit wherever it touched.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Sweet Blackstone, Harry, but you're good at that," Ron moaned out the words after several minutes. "You and Colin been swapping notes?."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Mumph mmm erm bmmm," Harry tried to said, but it came out a muffled mess.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Five more minutes passed while Harry's tongue assaulted Ron's anus. It grew sopping wet and relaxed, and the wizard on his knees could stuff nearly the whole of his mouth muscle into the hole. Ron's bottom began to sway from the ministrations. He cooed and groaned as the boy nibbled at his ass. Harry, in the meanwhile, undid his pants and extracted his erect member. He started to tug on it while his face remain firmly planted in Weasley's crack. It seemed a long time since he last sucked on Ron's pucker hole, and he planned to make the most of it. Thus, he poured himself into every maneuver he could imagine.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Crimey, mate, but -- ohh! -- you know how to get me started," Ron's exhaled in a husky voice. "Maybe you should stand for a bit."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Why? I'm having a good time here," Harry protested.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Just stand, would you, Harry?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Even though the request frustrated him, Harry rose to his feet</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>as asked and his pants slipped down to his knees. When standing, Ron's long-fingered and strong hand reached back. He took hold of Harry's rock hard cock, and then stroked it a few times. Harry felt his knees tremble. Ron then pulled forward with a goodly amount of force, and Harry stumbled forward. It took but a few blinks of his eyes behind the glasses to see what his best mate intended. The once or twice occurrence per school year looked ready to commence for the first</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>time that year, if one excused the bull run on Diktor because Harry did not cum. He</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>jutted his hips forward. Ron guided his cock.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Take it slow, eh? Kind of out of practice with someone who can give me a good go," Ron warbled and seemed to forget what happened in the baths not long ago.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Thought you and Colin..."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Look, mate, Colin gets so excited he fires</span></span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"> </span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>off like broken wand even before we get started. Didn't know how much I needed a good dicking `til you got your face down there. You're tongue's a beaut, Harry, but I need a bit more than that right now."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Bit more of this, eh?" Harry replied and thrust his hips.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The head of his dick pressed against and partially into Ron's sphincter. Ron groaned and hissed at the same time. Harry held still for a moment until he felt his best friend's bottom wiggle a little. The young man at the back then edged forward, and the rest of cock head popped into Ron.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Oh, blimey, mate! Hold it like that a second. Core!" The youngest Weasley male moaned out the words, and he did not sound in pain.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry waited and grinned. Only in their second year at Snogwarts did Ron appear to ready and really wanting</span> <span>to take it up the bum, the Diktor incident not included. The wizard with a lighting bolt shaped scar on the glans of his penis held still. Aside from wanting to enjoy it himself, he really wanted his best friend to get as much pleasure as he could. Whether he knew it or not, Ron would call the shots.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Right, right. Okay, start working it in slow like," Ron said after a minute of apparently enjoying the sensation of a hard willy lodged in the entrance his tunnel.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Whatever you say, Ron," Harry quietly answered, and then began to slowly push inward.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>A stream of gibberish fell out of Ronald's mouth while Harry inserted himself. Harry left enough spit pooled in Ron's crack that it acted as a decent lubricant. However and as requested, he entered slowly. Even at a</span> <span>slow rate it only took a minute before all fifteen and half centimeters got safely nestled inside Ron's bum. His hips pressed up again the firm mounds of Weasley butt. By instinct Harry took hold of the crease between Ron's thigh and hip.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>There you go, mate. All in," Harry announced</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yeah, right, brilliant," Ron cooed. "Seems like forever</span></span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"> </span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>since I felt this full."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well, it feels pretty great to me."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Did I ever give you birthday present, Harry?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What? Why... you sent a card," Harry mumbled.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well, consider this a late birthday present," Ron stated.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>For me or for you, mate?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Um... well, both, I guess."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>The two friends chuckled at the truth behind the joke. It served Ron just as much as it served Harry. In that moment Harry realized the tightness of his friend's ass. It clamped around his hard pecker with a surety of a first year. It made Harry wonder just how often Ron and Colin enjoyed one another, or rather if Colin</span> <span>got the most enjoyment out of it.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Okay, Harry, start plugging away, but go a bit easy at first," Ron again requested.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Sure thing, Ron," Harry agreed.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>He hauled back on his hips and felt himself slide out of his friend. Before he became completely unplugged, Harry shifted direction. His dick disappeared into beefy butt. Ron's hips twitched back and forth as Harry repeated the motions. Experience told him to use a slow, steady pace. It would both acclimate Ron and also probably get the ginger-haired teenager even more excited. Thus, Harry plugged away with</span> <span>a gentle rhythm. All the while Ron mumbled a mix of obscenities and nonsense.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Faster there, mate," Ron requested.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry increased the rate. Ron let out with long, low growl. Despite being graced with an average-sized cock, Harry knew how to use it. While he often got plowed and loved it, those times when he topped he liked to be good at it. Thus, Harry never charged ahead. He took his time. He listened to his partner. In the end, they would both enjoy it more. Thus, the boy wizard drilling his friend followed his own advice. He avoid simply ramming his dick in and out, and used smooth actions and strokes. Harry kept in mind he needed to glide through the tunnel, and to do that the natural lubricants of an ass needed to be coaxed.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Bloody hell, Harry," Ron's now thick voice echoed around him. "Almost forgot you know a thing or two `bout this. If you want, a little harder would do me some good."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Coming up," Harry replied and chuckled.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Once more Harry applied skill along with additional force. He stood up a little straighter so his pecker would penetrate further. More force only got added when his dick already lay half way in. It allowed him to give it a good thrust. Each time he did, Ron's grunt nearly turned into a bark. It became clear the youngest male Weasley got into the act. He gradually stood upright, and Harry speared into him. He could feel the head of his dick rubbing along the bottom side of of Ron's gut. One minute bled into another and another, and time became rather immaterial to the two friends. Harry got lost in the sensation of fucking his best friend, and Ron appeared to in the same condition.</span></span></span></p> <p> "'<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Arry, Harry," Ron panted. "'Arry, give... give it... a tug."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry reacted on a subconscious level. His arm seemed to act on its own. His brain remained focused on how he repeatedly penetrated his friend. His right hand eventually let go of Ron's hip and slid toward the front. It did not take any real conscious effort to find his friend's thick tool. His fingers wrapped around it, but a sizable gap remained between Harry's thumb and middle finger. Harry did need to concentrate for a moment to set his hand to stroking in a rhythm that would complement the motion of his thrusts. After a few awkward attempts, he decided his hand needed to come downward while his hips shot upward. Ron apparently approved when he let loose with a long, sustained rumble of pleasure. The sound meant Harry needed to hang on for a wild ride.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>In their second year during one of their sexual escapades, Ron let himself go. The two of them wound up</span> <span>nearly demolishing Harry's bed, and it required several repair spells to set aright. This time with the two of them standing, it seemed to herald something different. Ron thrust his ample posterior outward, causing Harry to drill him deeper. Then Ron thrust forward, making his cock slide through Harry's fist. Before he knew it, Harry simply became the means by which Ron pleasured himself. He grab onto the footboard of his best mate's bed as the young man went into overdrive. Ron literally fucked himself on Harry's cock while masturbating himself with Harry's hand. He growled like manticore on the hunt.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Nothing can last forever despite how good it feels at the moment. Harry felt his orgasm crest after many, many minutes of Ron turned into sex-driven machine. He blasted the insides of his friend's gut with a considerable load of semen. The added goo made his pecker slide in and out of Ron with less friction, and this made a difference. Roughly a minute later Ron shouted at the top of his lungs. His hard-on turned into a hot rod of steel in Harry's grip. Moreover, the teenager's anus tightened down on Harry's cock so hard Harry almost feared permanent damage. On the other side of Ron Harry heard the heavy volley of semen splatter against the bed. It sound like hail on plywood. Four times Ron ejaculated with extreme force, and each got accompanied by wild swearing. After the last shot, the two boys collapsed forward onto the bed with Harry lying on top.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ozymandias!" Ron heaved out the name half a minute later. "You okay, Harry?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yeah, I think so, Ron," Harry panted.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Someone needed to get his arse stuffed good," a familiar voice and scared the daylights out of the two panting teenagers.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry rolled off Ron in a start. His cock made a popping sound as it came free. Flecks of semen flew through the air. He nearly tripped on his pants than worked their way down to his ankles. When he looked up, Harry saw Dean and Séamus standing in the door, both with dicks in their hands and sprays of jizz on the floor before them. Ron also jumped up and spun his</span> <span>naked body around. His semi-rigid thick pecker slung even more sperm around the dorm room. Dean and Séamus giggled with delight.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Get bent," Ron grumbled at them, but the red spots on his cheeks and smirk remove any sting from it. "Harry was just doing me a favor."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Maybe you need something more than Colin, mate, `cause what we just saw</span></span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"> </span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>was more than he ever did to you," Dean said.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Purgo spermo," Séamus said through a laugh, and the small puddle of semen on the floor laying in front</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>him</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>and Dean disappeared. The spell did not, however, remove the heavy scent of sex from the air.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You don't have any idea of what we do," Ron weakly contested while Harry used the same spell to clean up Ron's bed. "He just gets... too excited is all."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>The two standing in the door started to pull up their pants as they waddled into the room. Both eyed the nude</span> <span>ginger-haired teenager with suspicious glances. Harry silently watched the silent exchange as he, too, began to pull up his pants. He glanced down and saw his penis remained fully erect: a tell-tale sign he more than enjoyed the sexual encounter. It would require further attention.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Look, Ron, Harry just rode you like he would a wild hippogriff... and we was only here for the last seven minutes or so," Dean said and gave no indication he took Ron at his word. "Snape sent us out almost twenty minutes ago to make sure you weren't dead, so you two had a good long shag. From the looks of it, you needed it."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ron's brow furled and he glanced at the ground.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>No shame in it, Ron," Séamus chimed it. "We all got needs, and it don't seem like Colin is doing right by you. I'll give you full marks on loyalty, but you need to find someone more your speed."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry's discovered his head bobbed in agreement, but he did not halt it in time. Ron frowned at him. However, Harry truly did agree with Séamus.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You think he's right?" Ron finally asked him.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well, I know you say he's good for a buggering, but you don't seem really satisfied. You helped me out a few times, but it seems like you need it more than me," Harry confessed his honest thoughts.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I like him..."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">No one said a word when Ron tapered into silence.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>He's a good enough bloke, Ron, but... is Colin really enough?" Dean stated the only real question that needed to be asked.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ron never answered. Even when Harry collected his book bag and headed for his next class, the question continued to hang in the air even though neither Dean nor Séamus pursued the topic. It made Harry feel both sad and uncomfortable. He knew his best friend truly wanted someone to love him, both emotionally and physically in the same robust manner he displayed. However, since the end of the last school year and through the beginning of the current, it became painfully obvious Colin could not meet the requirements. Ron, it seemed, would need to make a choice.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ron avoided talking to him during the Defense of Dark Arts class. Goo-eye Moody ran a rough class, and it terrified most of the students. Harry grudgingly appreciated the reality Professor Moody injected into the sessions. It lent the classes a sense of importance about what they might</span> <span>face in the outside world. However, it also tended to produce nightmares in just about every student in their year, including the Slytherins, on a regular basis. Everyone knew complaints would fall on deaf ears if they raised their concerns to the headmaster. Thus, they endured the wholly frightening course.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>The school began to buzz with excitement at the approach of first tournament challenge. Of course, students from all three schools would randomly disappear for a day or two only to return dazed and inexplicably happy. Nearly all of the Boobbeatons'</span> <span>girls passed through the Gryffindor tower at least once, but those who did not seemed to realize they got marked. An unspoken contest emerged between Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw. The Spurmstung boys continued their reign of terror, although few saw it as such, on the Snogwarts houses with the exception of the Slytherin. It seemed Spurmstung possessed standard to which the house bedecked in emerald could not meet. It caused the Slytherin boys to become even more angry and snide.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Did you hear the six and seventh years of Slytherin did a mosquito attack on Patrick Bagby last night?" Ron told Harry as they ate breakfast, although Harry did not feel much like eating.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>That never hurt anyone," Hermione quipped and scrapped a bit of porridge off her bosom where it fell.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>But for five hours?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It'd be like dropping toothpicks into washbasin."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Look, Bagby probably barely noticed, but I've got other things to worry about right now," Harry snarled at his friends. "You know what I'm going up against in a little while."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well, it hardly seems worth it if Dumbledore is going to take out only two of students," Hermione shot back at him. "He might actually be playing this on the up and up."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Not bleeding likely, Hermione. You know he'd love to see one of us get et by a dragon," Ron dangerously challenged the young woman.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Did you get a chance to talk to Charlie?" Harry inquired before his best friend started fighting.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yeah, but he wouldn't tell me what they're planning with the dragons."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Fat lot of good it does having him for a brother," Hermione sniped at him.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It spiraled down from there. Harry got up and left the table, and his friends never noticed. Since no classes would be held, he looked for a quiet corner where he could sit and think about his dilemma. Without paying attention, Harry found himself out near the greenhouses where herbology lessons got taught. It did not surprise him to find Neville quietly tending to the plants on the outside. The quietest of the fourth-year Gryffindor boys showed a genius-level</span> <span>aptitude with magical plants.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Hi ya, Harry," Neville politely and sincerely greeted him. "Looks like you got a fair bit on your mind what with the challenge today."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yeah, and I found out what it's going to involve," he replied. "Not sure knowing did me any favors."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Neville nodded. Harry could not help but notice the growth spurt his schoolmate went through over the last three years. The pudgy first year got stretched into a teenager taller than Harry. Moreover, he dropped a lot of weight and, when Harry managed to see some part of him unclothed, he seemed to be fit. It dawned on the more famous of the two that Neville grew progressively more handsome with each succeeding year. He wondered how did not notice it until that moment.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>So what are you up against?" Neville naturally inquired while Harry's eyes ran up and down his form.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Dragons."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ooh, tough one there. Never saw one too up close, but all the books say their really dangerous. What do you got to do with `em?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I don't have a single clue, Neville, but it'll be something nasty knowing Dumbledore," Harry replied.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville set down the trowel and took off his work gloves before saying: "Well, dragons breathe fire and most can fly. They're really good at guarding things. Ever see the one they got down in Gringotts?"</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry shook his head from side to side. He heard rumors that the goblins used the terrifying beasts to guard some of the more valuable vaults, but his family's personal vault rested above that level. Despite the mounds of gold galleons his parents left him, along with a number of family heirlooms and keepsakes, it did not warrant such protection.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>They're fast and sneaky, too," his dorm mate opined.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I, ah, kind of already knew that," Harry rejoined.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well, whatever they got planned, it'll probably play to the dragon's strengths</span></span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"> </span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>and not yours. If you can figure out what the dragon is best at, you might find a way around it. There's a lot of books on dragons in the library. If you've got the time, you could read up on them and maybe figure out how to -- I don't know -- survive."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry blinked in utter astonishment at the wisdom in the Neville's statements and said: "That's brilliant, Neville. I owe you free shag whenever you want!"</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Never saw you charge anyone," his friend said and grinned.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well, when you want it, I'll be ready, anytime day or night."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Right, thanks, Harry. I'll remember that."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry saw large rosy spots appear on the young man's face. He stopped wondering if Neville could be a breeder because some part of him deep down resisted the notion. It seemed as though Neville quietly followed his own path and few understood what it could be because they never inquired. Harry decided to change that.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Neville, I know it's none of my business, but do you fancy anyone here at Snogwarts?" He asked.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville shrugged and looked away.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You know I'd always be willing to put in a good word for you with anyone."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Thanks, Harry, that's sporting of you," Neville said and faced him again. Anger appeared to ripple on his features. "Other than you and sometimes Ron and Hermione, no one really gives me the time of the day. The Slytherins are the worst."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You're better than them, Neville."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Right there, see? Only my Gran</span></span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"> </span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>says things like that to me. Everyone else... they just treat me like they did in first year. That's why I keep to myself so much. Sort the opposite from you."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Sometimes I look at you and I get envious..."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Why?" Neville interjected before the statement got completed.</span></span></span></p> <p> "'<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Cause everyone expects something from me... and I've got nothing for them," Harry explained. "I don't know how I did what I did with Holdequart..."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville winced.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I don't even have any memories of it, and yet everyone expects me to be... who I was when I was a baby. Does that make any sense?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The teenager wearing stained overalls nodded and said: "I've wondered about that before. I know you and some others think The Dork Lord is back..."</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>He is back, Neville, and he's just looking for a body now," Harry sternly replied. "I don't know what he's really up to, but he's trying to come back and pick up where left off."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>That's as may be, Harry, and that's part of the reason why people expect so much from you!"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Why is that?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "'<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Cause if you-know-who is coming back, they think you'll be the one to stop him again. It's kind of exciting and scary at the same time," Neville told him. "Exciting `cause maybe we'll get to find out how you defeated him the first time, and scary `cause... well, it is He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Fucked after all."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry consider what Neville said for a few seconds. It made sense, but it also seemed childish to him. Anyone wishing for Lord Holdequart's return either went soft in the head or might be a Dungeater. It seemed simply insane. He scowled.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What?" Neville prodded him.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It's daft, Neville, thinking it'd be exciting to have him back. Maybe it's because none of us were there and knew what it was like. Sometimes... sometimes I get a quick flash of some memory, but not enough to go on. I mostly remember being afraid to be honest."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>So what worries you most, Harry: The Dork Lord or a dragon?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Truthfully? Both. Right now probably the dragon more `cause I have to face it in a few hours."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>That makes sense," his housemate rejoined.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>But you did give me one good piece of advice, and I'm going to use it!"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Glad I could help."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>And don't forget you can call on me whenever you need it... whatever it is."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville smiled at him and then retrieved his gloves. From past experience, Harry knew he would lose to the plants that never judged the quiet teenager, except for the opinionated pansies. More than ever it did not seem possible Neville could be a breeder: he simply started off shy and it only got worse over the past few years. Harry vowed to make a difference with his housemate.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Three years of being both popular and unpopular in equal measure but at opposite times taught Harry how to navigate through the castle in order to avoid running into people. He made his way to the library. When he stepped inside, an odd assortment of students gazed at him for a moment. Some he expected, but more than a few faces surprised him. He began to wonder if Hermione would make quick work inside the large chamber. She liked to read, and she read a lot.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Um, excuse me, Madam Pince?" He said when he approached the lending counter.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The thin woman with sallow skin like parchment and dark, piercing eyes set behind glasses looked up at him with an expectant look. Harry tried a smile, but did not get one in return. He cleared his throat, adjust his practice fappitch jersey, and readied himself.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I don't have a lot of time before the challenge, but could you tell me where to find a book that covers as many species of dragons as possible... with pictures?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>And you would need this volume because...?" Madam Pince's slightly reedy voice inquired.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry lowered his voice even more and leaned toward the woman before saying: "Because I have to face one in little more than three hours."</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The librarian appeared surprised.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It's the fist challenge for the Bi-Wizard Tournament."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Non-fiction, section A... animals, subsection M for magical," she quickly rattled off the information. "Newt Scamander wrote a treatise on dragons later in his career, but it does not include pictures. It may also present slightly biased information."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Thank you, Madam Pince!" Harry gushed at her.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I hope you can find some useful details in the time allotted to you, Mr. Potter," the woman</span></span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"> </span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>rejoined, and she sounded sincere. "Good luck."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry nodded his head to her, and then launched into a fast walking pace to reach the part of the library she indicated. In ten minutes Harry collected five volumes that looked promising, and all included illustrations or photos of dragons. It took another few minutes to find an alcove not occupied by students either studying or snogging or lying in wait for someone to make an unexpected sound. Since first finding out about the library Shushers in his first year, Harry thought them daft. Finally a lone table availed itself. Harry let the books land with a thump on it, and then slid into the chair. Several people shushed him for making a loud noise.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Right," Harry whispered</span></span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"> </span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>as he snagged what looked to be the most promising tome. "If you know its strengths, you might find its weaknesses."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">With those words, he launched into his study of dragons. A habit born of his days locked in the cupboard under the stairs manifested without his even being aware of it. Harry began to fondle himself as he flipped pages and scanned the text. His organ became half-erect, but not from sexual excitement. As he read, Harry started to learn more about dragons that he ever wished to know. Each species seemed a vexing combination of anger, claws, flame, and teeth. Some possessed wings, others did not. The ones without wings tended to sport poisoned spikes or razor-sharp scales. However, what got him intellectually excited, and hence puffed up in the pants, came in the few lines and passages that stated the vulnerabilities of dragons. Harry applied himself with gusto, and he lost track of time.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Mr. Potter?" Madam Pince called out his name.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry kept reading.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry Potter!" The librarian said in voice that, while not a shout, still caused one to pay attention.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">His head snapped up.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>They've been</span></span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"> </span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>calling your name from the detention quarry for the last thirty</span></span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"> </span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>minutes," Madam Pince informed him. "I believe you are running late."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>And I'm not allowed to miss a single event or..."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I heard, Harry. Go! I'll put the books away for you."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Thanks, Madam Pince. You're the best!" Harry said as he stood, his pants tenting outward somewhat, and started to trot away from the table.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The woman looked stunned, but Harry could not waste time on discovering why. He broke into a flat-out run when he got passed the doors. Not a single soul occupied the halls as he wended through them. Harry never before experienced an occasion when he could run willy-nilly through Snogwarts without a teacher or Mr. Felch yelling at him. As he neared the main entrance, he could hear the sounds of dragons in full ire. It made his mouth run dry.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Which one will I</span></span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"> </span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>get?" He asked himself in a pant as he pushed open and past the heavy main doors.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">From the far left side of the castle, the spot where students once broke boulders into smaller rocks as a form of punishment, the calls and shrieks of spectators mingled with the roar of dragons. The running kept his nerves from acting up, and Harry began to speculate that arriving tired from a long sprint might work against him. He slowed and listened. His mind created images that started to scare the life out of him.</span></span></p> </div></div>
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Harry Potter and the Loo of Desire Chapter 9 This work is a parody of J.K Rowling's Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, and it is not endorsed by either J.K. Rowling or her publishers. As a parody, this work is protected under the Fair Use Doctrine. The characterizations in this work deviate significantly from the original, and this does not imply these characterizations exist in the original work. The author received no financial compensation or endorsements for the production of this work. All characters in this story are fictional. This story depicts sexual acts between consenting minor males. This story is meant for entertainment purposes only and in no way reflects reality. Please be aware of local laws or ordinances that may prohibit the reading of such material. Comments regarding the story may be sent to dricshae(at)gmail(dot)com Please support Nifty with donations if able. DONATE HERE (A Parody) Chapter 9: Slipping Into the New Year The morning of the Yuletide dance they went in search of and found Luna Lovegood. She sat in a corner with a Boobbeatons student in the great hall enjoying a light breakfast and looking at a book with pictures of the strangest creatures either Harry or Ron ever saw. Ron recited his rehearsed plea that included a promise of more than a simple payback. Luna, ever the gentle and giving person, agreed in her demure manner. In less than hour she proved herself the savior of the day. The day passed in a blur for Harry once the Ron situation got sorted. He found and met with the other tournament champions, and they spent over an hour discussing the note Charlie Weasley sent and Harry shared. It became quite obvious they placed too high of hopes on the response. However, Ass Cleft reminded the group they now possessed at least one clue. They further agreed to share whatever discoveries they made over the next week. Foul again feared she would be left out. Harry recited Neville's words from the night before. She looked both angry and stung by what he said. He then moved on to preparations for the dance. Nerves began to jingle as the sun started to pass behind the mountains surrounding Snogwarts. When the tower bell rang seven times, Harry and his roommates gathered in their room to get dressed. It gave them an hour before the official start of the dance. Each polished shoes, used cleaning spells on pants and shirts, removed lint, and then finally donned their finery. They combed hair, those who could, brushed teeth, and sprinkled cologne. The terror on Ron's face got replaced with relief when he looked at himself in the standing mirror. While obviously not new robes, Luna disposed of the offending fringe, removed excess material from the body and sleeves so Ron appeared more sleek, and used the excess to lengthen it. In the end, Ron looked more than passable. "Ready, Neville?" Harry asked when his best friend got suited. Neville, resplendent in trim robes of satin with an interesting obsidian sheen and fashioned in a double-pleated breast, nodded. It suited his surprisingly long frame. He smiled at Harry. Harry grinned in return. "Your hair really is it's own master, isn't it?" Neville commented. "Never been able to do a thing with it. I made a deal with it years ago: my hair promises not to look too bad, and I won't shave it down to the scalp. It agreed." "It lied to you." "Yeah, well, I'd look like a toff if I cut it to nothing, so I guess it wins," Harry said through a smirk. Dean and Séamus left first to go find their dates. Ron stayed back with Harry and Neville since they would be joining the other champions. Ron complimented both of them on their appearance, and Harry complimented Ron for noticing. Ron complimented Harry for thanking him. Harry complimented Ron for being so civil. Neville made a gagging noise. All three then laughed and departed the room. From the moment they stood atop the main stairs leading to the grand foyer and the great hall, Snogwarts took on a mystical quality. Over the past twenty-four hours the castle got transformed. Whoever convinced the headmaster to go all out on the decorations deserved a medal in Harry's estimation. Frosted evergreen garlands wrapped the banisters and stiles of the stairs. Small fairies hid within the needles and their body lights twinkled clean and white. Magical icicles hung down from the ceiling, and magical snow fell and terminated above the heads of the attendees. Decorated evergreen trees got docked in every corner. More garland festooned the walls like gleaming bunting, and the crests got tied off with mistletoe. Potted holly plants created small banks along the walls, and the dark green leaves and red berries added a natural color. More fairies sparkled within those. "This is amazing," Harry gasped as he took in the entire sight. Ron and Neville wordlessly nodded their heads as they looked around. The trio of young men began their descent. All the while their eyes and heads swiveled in all directions to see everything. Harry barely recognized the place as Snogwarts. Even the sentinel statues got the holiday treatment. Their shields depicted various winter and Yule images that moved and replayed. At the bottom of the stairs, house elves dressed like druids of old directed them where to go. The scrawny, short humanoids apparently got told in advance where to send the champions and their dates. Thus, Harry, Neville, and Ron stayed together as they moved through the growing throng of student dressed in the best clothes. "Ron, Harry," Diktor said, rolling his Rs in his Bulgarian manner when they entered the private room set aside for the champions. Ron broke away and went and stood next to Diktor. Diktor slyly took his hand. Then the man bowed to Harry and Neville. "Diktor Kum, I'd like to introduce you to my date, Neville Longbottom," Harry said in a fully formal fashion. "I greet you warmly, Neville Longbottom," Diktor said and bowed again. "Nice, ah, to finally meet you," Neville rejoined, clearly starstruck for a moment. "You look very nice, Neville," Cedric Diggory said as he came up behind them. "Harry got lucky." Both Harry and Neville blushed. Ass Cleft look sumptuous in his robes of such deep purple as to be black. The light played on the fabric like magic. Harry suspected magic got involved. Between Diktor's formal red, military-style of yore suit with an off-the-shoulder fur-collared dark gray cloak, Harry felt distinctively under-dressed in simple black robes. Moreover, Lee Jordan, Diggory's date for the dance, wore a unique African-style robe that complimented Ass Cleft's attire. Finally, Foul DelaCunt lounged to one side in a ridiculously expensive looking pale gold dress anointed with dozens of pearls. With her stood a Ravenclaw student named Elora who wore a rich, dark green gown. Aside from her first name, Harry knew very little about the young woman. She seemed as guarded as the Boobbeatons champion. At the sound of eight bells, they heard the mass of students and faculty moving into the great hall. The antechamber containing the champions grew silent as they awaited their call. Harry glanced around at his schoolmates and guests. Each seemed as nervous as the next, and that made him feel better in an odd way. They also appeared to be a very handsome group, and that made him feel like the odd man out. Neville, in his dignified and quiet manner, even seemed to outshine him. Harry wondered anew about who rigged the magical loo to spit out his name. More importantly, he wanted to know why. The door creaked open, a small hooded head popped in and said in a scratchy voice: "You're on." "Wouldn't it be more appropriate to say our presence is now required?" Ass Cleft asked, showing again his brand of leadership. "Wouldn't it be better if I kicked you in the ass and tossed your bony butt out into the middle of the hall?" House elves could be cranky, Harry recalled. The champions and their dates lined up in a very specific order. As the hosts, Harry and Ass Cleft would follow behind Diktor and Ron, and they would follow Foul and Elora. Harry and Neville came dead last behind Diggory and Lee. The house elf roughly shoved the door fully open, swore at them for being lazy and slow, and then stomped away. His naked little feet made a wet slapping sound on the floor stones. The students glanced at one another, each shrugged, and they filed out of the room. Once they entered the great hall as their names got called, Harry went into a mental time warp. He remembered dancing with Neville who, true to his word, could dance and gamely led them through the first round. Harry recalled the odd septet named Corpus Delicti that could switch between instrumental occasional music and high-voltage rock-and-roll with frightening ease. Worries about sitting alone got dismissed when he found himself sitting with Neville at a table reserved for the champions. They also got to eat first. For the first time, Harry found a reason not regret getting forcibly dragged into the tournament against his will. Time and again he and Neville hit the dance floor. As the night wore on, Harry found he wanted to remain close to his date. Nobody said a word about the two Gryffindors from the same year attending the dance together. All in all, Harry enjoyed the dance beyond his wildest expectations. Harry and Neville stayed at the dance until the faculty shut it down at two o'clock in the morning. The band played ferociously all evening. By the end of the celebration, both young men threw off their ties, un-tucked their shirts, slid out of their dress robes, and spent most of the night on the dance floor. Harry felt wonderfully exhausted as he and Neville exited the great hall and aimed for the stairs. Students walked slowly around while the school staff tried to herd them to their respective houses. Along the way, Harry slid his arm through Neville's and held it tight. "So you didn't mind being stuck with a tournament git all night?" He playfully asked his date. "I... Harry, I can't believe how much fun I had. This was... I don't know how to describe it," Neville said in an awed hush. "Thanks for going with me, Harry." "Blimey, Neville, thanks for asking me. I thought this whole night was going to be a carriage wreck three days ago. You saved the day, and I owe you so much..." "You don't owe a thing, Harry. I told you that. This... it's like a dream to me. It's been the best day I ever spent here," the taller of the teenagers softly stated. Harry hugged the arm closer to him, and he felt Neville do the same. Against all likelihood, he suspected the two of them enjoyed the dance the most out of all the champions. Foul and her date departed well before midnight. Diktor and Ron vanished at the stroke of twelve. Ass Cleft and Lee took their leave an hour before the dance officially ended. Harry and Neville got shoved out of the great hall with the rest of the die-hard revelers. The dance couple wended their way to the Gryffindor tower. Inside the common room they found housemates in various states of wakefulness. They continued their trek up the room. When they got inside, they found Séamus sound sleep, his sleeping potion on his nightstand. Dean and Ron's beds remained empty, and Harry guessed they would remain that way all night. He watched as Neville slung his robe over the chair beside his bed and wiggled out of his shoes. He rolled over onto his mattress with a grateful sigh. "Told you it would be a great night," he said through a yawn. "I'll never doubt you again, Neville. You were absolutely spot on," Harry said as he folded his dress robes and put it back in the box. He took off shoes, and aching feet from dancing breathed in relief. After taking off his shirt that wore sweat stains like battle signs, Harry looked over at Neville. His date for the night already closed his eyes and a very, very gentle snore escaped him. The gratitude Harry felt toward Neville overwhelmed him. He walked over to the where the young man slept. On impulse, he carefully climbed onto the bed next to his friend, who he now considered dear, and lay down. Harry wrapped an arm around Neville's midsection. In his sleep, Neville clutched it with his own. He then cautiously leaned his head forward and placed a soft kiss on the back of Neville's still damp neck. "I think I'm yours if you want me," he whispered to the sleeping form. Harry then laid his head down and smiled. His eyes closed. The world disappeared as he dreamed of the dance, and he felt happy throughout every fiber of his being. "Don't you two look chummy!" Ron's voice blasted through the room. "It's after nine and time to get up. We got presents to open!" Harry sat up. Neville sat up next to him. They looked at each other. They smiled. "Never saw you sleep in clothes before, Harry," Neville said and yawned. "And it looks like you forgot where your pajamas are," he replied. Then Harry grew more serious and said: "Neville, it was a perfect night from start to end." "Yeah, it was," the young man agreed in a whisper. "How about a quick change and some tea?" "Sounds great." They could hear Ron racing through the tower rousing people who still slept. Several yelled at him, and those who yelled got yelled at in return. Harry noticed Séamus' empty bed that he did not bother to make. Harry raced through changing his clothes, as did Neville, and he got a rare glimpse at a fully unclothed Neville. It made Harry's heart pound in his chest. Feelings, some very confused, rampaged through him. He looked at his friend in a completely new light. The last forty-eight hours seemed transformative. Harry knew it would take him days to pick through everything he thought in that one second. "Come on, Harry, before it gets cold!" Neville chastised him after beating him in getting changed. Harry slipped on the pants he wore the day before and grabbed a clean Weasley jumper. He pulled it over his head while jamming his feet into house slippers. He trotted across the room and followed Neville out and into the scrum that developed in the stairwell. The final Yule morning commenced. It became a profound memory in Harry as the Gryffindors treated one another with more generosity and kindness than normal. Some exchanged presents, and they all found something from home under the tree the house elves erected on the first Yule day and slowly decorated for eleven more until it became a garish nightmare of bulbs, garland, lamps, and tinsel. Regardless of actual age, they all became eight-year olds as they gleefully tore away paper, peered into bags and boxes, and generally made a great and wonderful mess of the common room. Morning fare awaited them on a table, and it automatically replenished as the students ate their fill. Never did Harry think a room filled with so many happy, laughing, and joyful people could feel so intimate and warm. It did nothing more than reinforce his sense Snogwarts truly became his home. "I'm going to barf if I eat another jellied bean," Ron moaned from where he lay on the floor in the common room several hours later. "And I think I ate barf-flavored one to begin with." "Is there anything better than making your tummy hurt on Chris... Yuletide morning?" Hermione added and gave away her muggle heritage. "The jumper your mum made for me this year is hideous, Ron. Tell her I love it and it's my new favorite," Harry said. Each year Mrs. Weasley knitted him a new jumper emblazoned with a large H for his first name. The woman displayed a knack for selecting colors nature never intended to go together. Ron's jumper all but glowed a neon orange with a giant pink R in the middle. It would frighten a mountain troll. Harry labored under field of robin's egg blue interrupted by a chartreuse capital H. When he pulled it from the wrapping, the jumper made his eyes water, and he immediately switched it out for the one he initially wore that morning. He felt assured Mrs. Weasley picked the colors to make certain no one stole the jumper. Thus far, Harry retained each one he received. "You tell her since you'll actually write to her, and tell her mine might've violated an international treaty!" Ron groaned out the words. Hermione and Neville broke into laughter, along with a couple of other Gryffindors who remained, while Harry shook his head. "What'd you get from your aunt and uncle?" Hermione asked. Harry earlier secretly opened the small box with a note attached. The note simply stated his name and a big D at the bottom. Inside the box he got a single pair of white socks and coupon book for a fast food restaurant he could not visit until summer (and he saw the coupons would be expired by then). It provided more evidence to what he told her friends several days before. "I, ah, think it might be a real pair of new socks and coupons for Notlob Fish and Chips," he informed her. "That's it?" Katie Bell exclaimed and sat up from under a pile of discard wrapping paper that effectively hid her. Hermione shrieked at the sudden appearance and took a swing at Katie. Katie displayed her fappitch skills and dodged the blow. She stared at Harry with wide eyes. "He's gotten worse, Katie," Ron stated. "I have," Harry agreed. "Much worse," Neville added. "Ooh, remember what he got two years ago?" George Weasley said as his head pop over the edge of the large sofa. Hermione screamed again and threw a shoe at him. Like Katie, George relied on his game-playing abilities and deftly caught the flying footwear. He looked at it. "Where'd you get my trainer?" George asked. "So what present could be worse," Katie returned to the main subject. "You mean the newspaper caddie?" Hermione queried between pants. "Exactly," Fred joined in, and he looked disappointed when Hermione only scowled at him. "From a thrift store, and he had to assemble it himself." "You're lying," Katie huffed. "On my honor," Harry stated and drew an ex over his heart. "Still not as bad as when they gave me a pair of my cousin's used trainers." "Now you know why he loves our mum's jumpers. It shows she cares and thought about him," George opined. "At least enough to know what letter his name begins with," Fred added. Katie glanced around, and Neville did a little as well. She seemed positively repulsed by what she heard, yet Harry could see it confused her by the amount of amusement it brought him and the Weasleys. Harry studied the Weasley twins. Fred wore a canary yellow jumper with a mud-brown F in the center. George got the same, except with capital G. Harry shrugged and privately thought Mrs. Weasley favored him that year. The handmade jumper made Harry part of the clan. "So where'd you get the other gifts then, Harry?" Katie inquired. "Mostly from old friends of my mum and dad's. Once they knew I got to Snogwarts and was safe, things just started to arrive. Lord Holdequart can't really touch me here..." Harry said and started to explain. Everyone in the room flinched at hearing the name. "Except when he sneaked in through Quirrell's ass," Fred remarked. "And that diary," Neville threw in what he knew. "So who knows how he's going to get to you this year. Bet it's going to be really wicked," George said while rubbing his hands together in a sinister "You people are crazy," Katie said through a nervous laugh and stood. "Between those jumpers, Harry's pathetic gifts, and making fun of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Fucked, you're just crazy. George cocked his head to the side and said: "Better to make fun of it than sitting in a locked room being afraid all the time." Those who stood by Harry from the beginning all nodded their heads in agreement. Harry counted it as one of the more precious gifts he received. Those types of presents always tended to arrive at the most unexpected times. Harry waved farewell to Katie when she announced she needed to do something else with the day other than lying around the common room eating until she got sick. He stood as well and began to collect the mass of shredded wrapping paper in the common room. The others joined in. They uncovered a sleeping Dennis Creevey in the process. It did not take long before they created a giant ball of wadded paper. Fred and George asked if they could take possession of it. While it worried Harry concerning the purposes to which they could put it, he saw no reason to object. The Weasley twins scuttled up to their room snickering along the way. "You know there's a good chance we're going to regret that," Hermione admonished them. "Good chance? How about a certainty," Ron corrected her. It led to a good laugh that woke up the sleeping Creevey brother. The remarkable Yuletide celebration gave way to the demands of school and the tournament. Harry faced a mound of homework to complete within five days, and the dragon butt-plug haunted his dreams. One of the bright spots came in the daily request by Neville to join him for lunch, and Harry routinely accepted the offer. Sometimes they invited Luna to join them, although she declined half the time for rather obscure reasons. They often shared dinner with the normal cabal of Gryffindors. However, Harry did not fail to notice Neville preferred to sit next to him. He also began to prefer it. On the Sunday before the start of the next term, a long week after the Yuletide dance, Harry sat in the common room with the dragon butt-plug and plagued anyone who got near him for advice on how best to crack the puzzle surrounding the strange device. It frustrated him when he received word none of the other champions figured it out as well. Their time grew short. "George!" Harry yelled as George Weasley stepped through the portrait portal. His jumper gave away his identity. "I've already told you: I haven't the foggiest, Harry," the older of the two twins grumbled. "But your clever with these sorts of things," Harry begged. "How would you drive someone insane with a puzzle that should be easy to solve but isn't?" "You already answered the question, you prat." "But your brother said to think of the obvious thing about dragons and I'll find the answer there. What so obvious about dragons that you could hide it in this thing?" Above all else Fred and George Weasley harbored unquenchable curiosity. That often led them to drafting their most nefarious schemes. It also made them highly intelligent even if they applied it in off-beat ways. Thus, Harry hoped to pique one of them with his badgering. George stopped walking and stared at the silver object while scratching his ginger-haired head. "What kind of metal is that?" George asked. "Um, I don't really know. Charlie didn't say," Harry answered. "But it's got to be corrosion-resistant if it got wedged up a dragon's bum. They eat some caustic stuff to generate all those nasty, flammable fluids," the Weasley twin said, and it revealed his association to one who studied dragons. "Okay, but how would that be part of a puzzle?" "Well, it kept the puzzle whole, but... not sure how it's connected." George said and walked toward the chair where Harry sat. "Mind if I hold it?" Harry held it out. George took it, began turning it over, and studied the surface. "Interesting. Turn-key mechanism, eh?" George inquired after half a minute and tapped the bottom of the plug. "Spotted it in one. It's what makes the spines retract," Harry told him. "Show me." Harry took hold of the plug around the base, fished his wand out of pocket, and pointed it a the x-shaped indentation. "Gyrari dextra," he intoned. The inner circle spun to the right with a clicking noise, and three rows of four spikes slid effortlessly out of the plug. George let out a small whistle when took hold of device and began to examine it again. He turned it over and over in his hands. "Smells like shit, Harry," George said in a flat voice. "Well, it was up a dragon's arse, you twit," he rejoined. George grinned. Harry and the Weasley twins regularly exchanged insults. It seemed to prove their affection for him since they did the same to Ron and Giney. Harry waited. "Nothing about this says dragon... other than the size," George mumbled and stared at it. "It's got a mechanism inside, and it's illegal to build mechanical dragons. It doesn't have scales. No wings. It doesn't breathe fire... no openings. So what's obvious about dragons that connects them to this?" "They're big, fast, and deadly. This is big for a butt-plug, and those spike might kill a person if putting up their bum didn't do that first. Don't know about fast, but that's what seems obvious to me about dragons, George," Harry grumbled. George ran his hands along the surface of the object, between the spikes, and openly admired the construction. "Harry, you've been in Hagrid's class and he teaches about dragons," the identical Weasley twin murmured. "What are the rules about dealing with them?" "Let's see... there's don't run. Hide behind boulders and not trees. Don't go into dragon territory," he answered. "Why don't you run?" "Hagrid says they're attracted to motion. They also like moving targets to shoot fireballs at or throw up flame on `em or lay a patch of fire right where they're going to step," Harry dutifully recited the information the half-giant drilled into all their head. "And the part about hiding behind boulders?" George continued, and he seemed to be smiling. "Well, trees can catch fire. Dragons can also bite or claw through trees. Rock just offers more protection." "What drocnic weapon did you mention most?" Harry considered his answers, and then gazed at George while he said: "Fire." "Yes, fire. Fire and dragons go together like naked toes and gnome poo." "Maybe in your world, but not mine," Harry protested the analogy. "You just haven't lived in wild places enough, my lad, now..." George said and handed the butt-plug back to Harry. "Go stick this in the fire. I have a feeling that's what Charlie meant by obvious." A deep sense of protection over the butt-plug swirled through Harry. He narrowed his eyes and glared at George. George raised his hands and flicked his fingers toward the fire as if driving flies to their death. Harry stood and walked to the fireplace. It took him half a minute to find the strength to shove the object into the fire. Then he stood back while George appeared next to him. "This may take a few minutes," George quietly stated. Three minutes later dark markings began to appear on the surface of the plug between the rows of spikes. After another minute Harry could discern individual letters. After two more, whole sentences got revealed. George made him wait for one more minute before allowing Harry to remove the plug with the fireplace tongs. Harry did so with a giddy sense of achievement even though he did not personally find the solution. "Better hurry and write down those words," the red-headed young man said and excitement tinged his instruction. Harry set the plug down on the firebrick in front of the fire. He retrieved a quill from the common room desk, dipped it ink, and snagged a piece of parchment. After running back to the fireplace, he lay on the floor before the butt-plug and started writing. George lent a hand by turning it when Harry finished copying a line. Only three lines existed. Foe to fire awaits thee, champion. Seek the clan never seen on land. Be quick to free your heart's desire. "And what the hell does that mean?" Harry said as he scanned the lines over and over. "Don't be thick, Harry," George chastised him. "Right. I did my part for the glory of Gryffindor. I'm off to surprise Fred." George did not wait for Harry to speak as he stared to walk away. "Thanks, George! I owe you one!" Harry yelled at the retreating figure. George stopped and craned his head around. The pale skin, the red hair, and the hazel eyes so resembled Ron, but the mischief contained with the face belonged solely to the twins. A wicked grin spread across George's face. "Tsk, tsk, Harry. Have you leaned nothing from Ron during these past three and a half years?" He said in a low voice. "I'll make note of your agreement to owe me one. Be prepared for the day when I come to claim it." "Ah, right," Harry said and felt a burgeoning discomfort in his mind that he just made an unholy bargain. George chuckled once and disappeared into the stairwell. Despite his sense he possibly made a serious blunder, Harry grabbed the sheet of paper, wrote the word hot in the soot before the plug, and then headed for the exit. He tickled the Fat Lady's bum as required, and the portrait door swung open with a giggle. Once in the hallway he made the quick decision to head to the Hufflepuff house. Ass Cleft would likely know best how to contact Diktor and Foul. He clutched the answer in hand and broke into a trot. A swell of relief propelled him on his journey. Three days later Harry sat alone before the Bi-Wizard Tournament committee. The members sat staring at him. He returned the gaze. Minister of Magic Corny Fudgepacker represented the host country government. Headmistress Olympe Maximus of Boobbeatons Academy of Magic, Headmaster Igor Krackhead of the Spurmstung Institute, and Headmaster Albus Dumbledore of Snogwarts also sat at the table. Finally, Bratty Crouch, Sr., the Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, sat in as one of the regulators of the competition. To one side Rita Skeeter occupied a seat as a reporter for The Daily Profit to make a public record of the proceedings, although her Gossip Quills tended to get carried away. "Tell us, Potter, did you manage to solve the riddle of the butt-plug?" Professor Dumbledore grumpily inquired. "Yes, sir," Harry answered. "How?" "I placed it in a fire and the words appeared." "Why this putting in a fire?" Headmaster Krackhead questioned him as the man leaned forward. "Well, me and a mate sat around trying to figure out what kind of puzzle..." "Who helped you, Potter?" Dumbledore blared at him. "George Weasley. He's, um, pretty clever, sir," Harry honestly answered. The five members of the panel put their heads together and harshly whispered for a long time. Dumbledore appeared even angrier when they broke. The members looked at him. "Do you not think zis is cheating?" Headmistress Maximus queried. Harry shook his head and simply said: "No, it isn't." "And how would you know?" His own headmaster rumbled. Harry, after talking to the other champions, and then to Ron and Neville, considered the manner in which he solved the butt-plug issue might violate the rules. A day of intensive searching through the rules for each tournament prepared him. He felt confident. "Well, I read the rules, and it doesn't say we can't ask for outside help in solving the puzzles. None of you never said we couldn't get help. It only says that the champions must present an answer for the riddle in order to move to the next challenge. That's it. That's all the rules ever said for the last four hundred years," Harry explained. Once again the five heads bent together. Once again they conducted a heated and whispered conversation. Once gain Dumbledore looked more furious. He huffed several times and his hand twitched like he wanted to grab his wand. The other members of the committee appeared neutral. "You are correct, Monsieur Potter, zis is not outside the rules," the enormously large French woman told him. "Have you made any attempt to determine what it means?" Mister Crouch inquired. "A little. I mean, I only figured out how to get the words to show last Sunday," Harry began, "but I think the next challenge is going to take place in the water somewhere. The clan not on land probably means the merpeople or maybe kelpies or someone who lives under the water. To be honest, I don't get the heart's desire part, but the poem says I've got to find it... whatever it is." Several heads nodded as he spoke. Professor Dumbledore folded his arms across his chest and appeared to be sulking. He would not look at anyone. "Very well, Mister Potter, you've passed to the next challenge," Minister Fudgepacker informed him, and then winked. "Thank you. Are we done?" Harry replied. "We're done!" Dumbledore yelled. Harry stood up as fast as he could, bowed his head to the assembled, and then made for the door without running. When he reached the hallway, the other champions waited for him. Dressed in the everyday attire, they looked like a normal group of wizarding teenagers. He grinned. "I told them about George," he said and sighed with relief. "Bet Dumbledore didn't like that. He's not too fond of the twins," Ass Cleft remarked. "Can you name me one student he does like?" Harry countered. While Cedric smirked, Foul said: "So we are all going to the next part, no?" "We are," Diktor rejoined, yet he did not sound entirely pleased. "Kum? What's the matter?" Harry asked. The famed Bulgarian glanced around. He started to walk toward the grand foyer, and the others followed. He seemed to want to get away from the committee room. Harry continued to wonder what bothered him. "Did we cheat?" Diktor asked when they paused by the master staircase. "No, we didn't. Are you upset that we got help? That we helped each other?" Diggory questioned the burly young man. "This is a contest between us, and we are giving help to each other. If I were to help my rival team..." "Hold on, Diktor," Ass Cleft interrupted. "This is not a fappitch match. Let's get that straight right now. Second, I don't have any intention of helping you during the next challenge, so that part hasn't changed. This riddle... isn't part of the overall contest." They paused in the conversation as a group of students walked toward them and then headed up the stairs while looking back and whispering to each other. Ever since the tournament began, Harry noticed people doing that more and more around him. Most often it happened when something new, usually wholly fabricated, hit the gossip columns. Ever since the first disastrous interview with the Skeeter woman, Harry adamantly refused to speak with her again. He started to wonder what nonsense she invented before arriving at the qualifying review. "Maybe the riddle was something meant for us to help each other," Foul speculated. "I do not see why each of those plugs would be ze same. Maybe it was a test of what you call character, no?" The three males glanced at one another. Harry liked Foul's interpretation of the butt-plug riddle, and that surprised him. It seemed mature take on the otherwise bizarre situation. Kum frowned. "Diktor, you play on a team... with a team, right?" Harry rhetorically asked. The famous fappitch skeeter nodded. "But your the only one allowed to catch the snatch, right.?" The man nodded again. "I play skeeter, too, on our house team, so this makes sense to me. You can't win unless everyone does their part, and there is a part... an action only you can do and no one else can. That's what I think Foul is saying. The challenge is the part where were on our own, Diktor. Like catching the snatch. So, we didn't cheat. Even the rules say we didn't," Harry expressed his freshly modified thinking. "I see what you think, Harry. This makes sense to me now, too. This riddle is not real part of challenge," Diktor responded and sounded less dire. "Personally, I think they cooked this up to mess with our heads," Ass Cleft chimed in. "I think Foul is right: it was a test of our character." The Boobbeatons smiled in a smug manner. "But I'm not sure what they expected. The truth is Harry and George figured it out... and mostly George by the sound of it." Harry nodded in agreement with Diggory. "Would any of you thought to put the plug in a fire?" Ass Cleft continued and glanced around. "The thought never occurred to me. I would've failed that interview." "So would I," Diktor added. "And me," Foul confessed, but it sounded grudging. "Me, too," Harry piped up. "It really was George who solved the puzzle." "But you're the one who thought to ask him for help, Harry." Diktor and Foul nodded to Cedric's statement. "It looks like, Harry, you are little bit hero this time. Good play," Diktor told him and landed a skin-numbing clap on his shoulder. "Yes, my thanks," Foul mumbled. "Nice job, Harry. You might've made a good Hufflepuff," Cedric said and teased him. "Fuck off," Harry grumbled at him through a grin. "Now, can any of you tell me what your heart's desire is? `Cause I sure don't know what mine is!"
<div id="readability-content"><h1>Harry Potter and the Loo of Desire Chapter 9</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> <p> This work is a parody of J.K Rowling's <u>Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire</u>, and it is not endorsed by either J.K. Rowling or her publishers. As a parody, this work is protected under the Fair Use Doctrine. </p> <p> The characterizations in this work deviate significantly from the original, and this does not imply these characterizations exist in the original work. The author received no financial compensation or endorsements for the production of this work.</p> <p> All characters in this story are fictional. This story depicts sexual acts between consenting minor males. This story is meant for entertainment purposes only and in no way reflects reality. Please be aware of local laws or ordinances that may prohibit the reading of such material.</p> <p> Comments regarding the story may be sent to dricshae(at)gmail(dot)com</p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Please support Nifty with donations if able. <a href="http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html">DONATE HERE</a> </span></span></span> </p> <hr> <h3>(A Parody)</h3> <h3>Chapter 9: Slipping Into the New Year</h3> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>The morning of the Yuletide dance they went in search of and found Luna Lovegood. She sat in a corner with a Boobbeatons</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>student in the great hall enjoying a light breakfast and looking at a book with pictures of the strangest creatures either Harry or Ron ever saw. Ron recited his rehearsed plea that included a promise of more than a simple</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>payback. Luna, ever the gentle and giving person, agreed in her demure manner. In less than hour she proved herself the savior of the day.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>The day passed in a blur for Harry once the Ron situation got sorted. He found and met with the other tournament champions, and they spent over an hour discussing the note Charlie Weasley sent and Harry shared. It became quite obvious they placed too high of hopes on the response. However, Ass Cleft reminded the group they</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>now possessed at least one clue. They further</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>agreed to share whatever discoveries they made over the next week. Foul again feared she would be left out. Harry recited Neville's words from the night before. She looked both angry and stung by what he said. He then moved on to preparations for the dance.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Nerves began to jingle as the sun started to pass behind the mountains surrounding Snogwarts. When the tower bell rang seven times, Harry and his roommates gathered in their room to get dressed. It gave them an hour before the official start of the dance. Each polished shoes, used cleaning spells on pants and shirts, removed lint, and then finally donned their finery. They</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>combed hair, those who could, brushed teeth, and sprinkled cologne. The terror on Ron's face got replaced with relief when he looked at himself in the standing mirror. While obviously not new robes, Luna disposed of the offending fringe, removed excess material from the body and sleeves so Ron appeared more sleek, and used the excess to lengthen it. In the end, Ron looked more than passable.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ready, Neville?" Harry asked when his best friend got suited.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Neville, resplendent in trim robes of</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>satin with an interesting obsidian sheen and fashioned in a double-pleated breast, nodded. It suited his surprisingly long frame. He smiled at Harry. Harry grinned in return.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Your hair really is it's own master, isn't it?" Neville commented.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Never been able to do a thing with it. I made a deal with it years ago: my hair promises not to look too bad, and I won't shave it</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>down to the scalp. It agreed.</span></span></span>"</p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It lied to you."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yeah, well, I'd look like a toff if I cut it to nothing, so I guess it wins," Harry said through a smirk.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Dean and Séamus left first to go find their dates. Ron stayed back with Harry and Neville since they would be joining the other champions. Ron complimented both of them on their appearance, and Harry complimented Ron for noticing. Ron complimented Harry for thanking him. Harry complimented Ron for being so civil. Neville made a gagging noise. All three then laughed and departed the room.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>From the moment they stood atop the main stairs leading to the grand foyer and the great hall, Snogwarts took on a mystical quality. Over the past twenty-four hours the castle got transformed. Whoever convinced the headmaster to go all out on the decorations deserved a medal in Harry's estimation. Frosted evergreen garlands wrapped the banisters and stiles of the stairs. Small fairies hid within the needles and their body lights</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>twinkled clean and white. Magical icicles hung down from the ceiling, and magical snow fell and terminated above the heads of the attendees. Decorated evergreen trees got docked in every corner. More garland festooned the walls like gleaming bunting, and the crests got tied off with mistletoe. Potted holly plants created small banks along the walls, and</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>the dark green leaves and red berries added a natural color. More fairies sparkled within those.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>This is amazing," Harry gasped as he took in the entire sight.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ron and Neville wordlessly nodded their heads as they looked around.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>The trio of young men began their descent. All the while their</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>eyes and heads</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>swiveled in all directions to see everything. Harry barely recognized the place</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>as Snogwarts. Even the sentinel statues got the holiday treatment. Their shields depicted various winter and Yule images that moved and replayed. At the bottom of the stairs, house elves dressed like druids of old directed them where to go. The scrawny, short humanoids apparently got told in advance where to send the champions and their dates. Thus, Harry, Neville, and Ron stayed together as they</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>moved</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>through the growing throng of student dressed in the best clothes.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ron, Harry," Diktor said, rolling his Rs</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>in his Bulgarian manner when they entered the private room set aside for the champions.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ron broke away and went and stood next to Diktor. Diktor slyly took his hand. Then the man bowed to Harry and Neville.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Diktor Kum, I'd like to introduce you to my date, Neville Longbottom," Harry said in a fully formal fashion.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I greet you warmly, Neville Longbottom," Diktor said and bowed again.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Nice, ah, to finally meet you," Neville rejoined, clearly starstruck for a moment.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You look very nice, Neville," Cedric Diggory said as he came up behind them. "Harry got lucky."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Both Harry and Neville blushed.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ass Cleft look sumptuous in his robes of such deep purple as to be black. The light played on the fabric like magic. Harry suspected magic got involved. Between Diktor's formal red, military-style of yore suit with an off-the-shoulder fur-collared</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>dark gray cloak, Harry felt distinctively under-dressed in simple black robes. Moreover, Lee Jordan, Diggory's date for the dance, wore a unique African-style robe that complimented Ass Cleft's attire. Finally, Foul DelaCunt lounged to one side in a ridiculously expensive looking pale gold dress anointed with dozens of pearls.</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>With her stood a</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ravenclaw student named Elora who wore</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>a rich, dark green gown. Aside from her first name, Harry knew</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>very little about the young woman. She seemed as guarded as the Boobbeatons</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>champion.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>At the sound of eight bells, they heard the mass of students and faculty moving into the great hall. The antechamber containing the champions</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>grew silent as they awaited their call. Harry glanced around at his schoolmates and guests. Each seemed as nervous as the next, and that made him feel better in an odd way. They also appeared to be a very handsome group, and that made him feel like the odd man out. Neville, in his dignified and quiet manner, even seemed to outshine him. Harry wondered anew about who rigged the magical loo to spit out his name. More importantly, he wanted to know why.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The door creaked open, a small hooded head popped in and said in a scratchy voice: "You're on."</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Wouldn't it be more appropriate to say our presence is now required?" Ass Cleft asked, showing again his brand of leadership.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Wouldn't it be better if I kicked you in the ass and tossed your bony butt out into the middle of the hall?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">House elves could be cranky, Harry recalled.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>The champions and their</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>dates lined</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>up in a very specific order. As the hosts, Harry and Ass Cleft would follow behind Diktor and Ron, and they</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>would follow Foul and Elora. Harry and Neville came dead last behind Diggory and Lee. The house elf roughly shoved</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>the door fully open, swore at them for being lazy and slow, and then stomped away. His naked little feet made a wet slapping sound on the floor stones. The students glanced at one another, each shrugged, and they filed out of the room.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Once they entered the great hall as their names got called, Harry went into a mental time warp. He remembered dancing with Neville who, true to his word, could dance and gamely led them through the first round. Harry recalled the odd septet named Corpus Delicti that could switch between instrumental occasional music and high-voltage rock-and-roll with frightening ease. Worries about sitting alone got dismissed when he found himself sitting with Neville at a table reserved for the champions. They also got to eat first. For the first time, Harry found a reason not regret getting forcibly dragged into the tournament against his will. Time and again he and Neville hit the dance floor. As the night wore on, Harry found he wanted to remain close to his date. Nobody said a word about the two Gryffindors from the same year attending the dance together. All in all, Harry enjoyed the dance beyond his wildest expectations.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry and Neville stayed at the dance until the faculty shut it down at two o'clock in the morning. The band played ferociously all evening. By the end of the celebration, both young men threw off their ties, un-tucked their shirts, slid out of their dress robes, and spent most of the night on the dance floor. Harry felt wonderfully exhausted as he and Neville exited the great hall and aimed for the stairs. Students walked slowly around while the school staff tried to herd them to their respective houses. Along the way, Harry slid his arm through Neville's and held it tight.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>So you didn't mind being stuck with a tournament git all night?" He playfully asked his date.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I... Harry, I can't believe how much fun I had. This was... I don't know how to describe it," Neville said in an awed hush. "Thanks for going with me, Harry."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Blimey, Neville, thanks for asking me. I thought this whole night was going to be a carriage wreck three days ago. You saved the day, and I owe you so much..."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You don't owe a thing, Harry. I told you that. This... it's like a dream to me. It's been the best day I ever spent here," the taller of the teenagers</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>softly stated.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry hugged the arm closer to him, and he felt Neville do the same. Against all likelihood, he suspected the two of them enjoyed the dance the most out of all the champions. Foul and her date departed well before midnight. Diktor and Ron vanished at the stroke of twelve. Ass Cleft and Lee took their leave an hour before the dance officially ended. Harry and Neville got shoved out of the great hall with the rest of the die-hard revelers.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>The dance couple wended their way to the Gryffindor tower. Inside the common room they found housemates in various states of wakefulness. They continued their trek up the</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>room. When they</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>got inside, they found Séamus sound sleep, his sleeping potion on his nightstand. Dean and Ron's beds</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>remained empty, and Harry guessed they would remain that way all night. He watched as Neville slung his robe over the chair beside his bed and wiggled out of his shoes. He rolled over onto his mattress with a grateful sigh.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Told you it would be a great night," he said through a yawn.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I'll never doubt you again, Neville. You were absolutely spot on," Harry said as he folded his dress robes and put it back in the box.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>He took off shoes, and aching feet from dancing breathed in relief. After taking off</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>his shirt that wore sweat stains like battle signs, Harry looked over at Neville. His date for the night already closed his eyes and a very, very gentle</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>snore escaped him. The gratitude Harry felt toward Neville overwhelmed him. He walked over to the where the young man slept. On impulse, he carefully climbed onto the bed next to his friend, who he now considered dear, and lay down. Harry wrapped an arm around Neville's midsection. In his sleep, Neville clutched it with his own. He then cautiously leaned his head forward and placed a soft</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>kiss on the back of Neville's still damp neck.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I think I'm yours if you want me," he whispered to the sleeping form.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry then laid his head down and smiled. His eyes closed. The world disappeared as he dreamed of the dance, and he felt happy throughout every fiber of his being.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Don't you two look chummy!" Ron's voice blasted through the room. "It's after nine and time to get up. We got presents to open!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry sat up. Neville sat up next to him. They looked at each other. They smiled.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Never saw you sleep in clothes before, Harry," Neville said and yawned.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>And it looks like you forgot where your pajamas are," he replied. Then Harry grew more serious and said: "Neville, it was a perfect night from start to end."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yeah, it was," the young man agreed in a whisper. "How about a quick change and some tea?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Sounds great."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">They could hear Ron racing through the tower rousing people who still slept. Several yelled at him, and those who yelled got yelled at in return. Harry noticed Séamus' empty bed that he did not bother to make. Harry raced through changing his clothes, as did Neville, and he got a rare glimpse at a fully unclothed Neville. It made Harry's heart pound in his chest. Feelings, some very confused, rampaged through him. He looked at his friend in a completely new light. The last forty-eight hours seemed transformative. Harry knew it would take him days to pick through everything he thought in that one second.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Come on, Harry, before it gets cold!" Neville chastised him after beating him in getting changed.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry slipped on the pants he wore the day before and grabbed a clean Weasley jumper. He pulled it over his head while jamming his feet into house slippers. He</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>trotted across the room and followed Neville out and into the scrum that developed in the stairwell.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>The final Yule morning commenced. It became a profound memory in Harry as the Gryffindors treated one another with more generosity and kindness than normal. Some exchanged presents, and they</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>all found something from home under the tree the house elves erected on the first Yule day and slowly decorated for eleven more until it became a garish nightmare of bulbs, garland, lamps, and tinsel. Regardless of actual age, they all became eight-year olds as they gleefully tore away paper, peered into bags and boxes, and generally made a great and wonderful mess of the common room. Morning fare awaited</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>them on a table, and it automatically replenished as the students ate their fill. Never did Harry think a room filled with so many happy, laughing, and joyful people</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>could feel so intimate and warm. It did nothing more than reinforce his sense Snogwarts truly became his home.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I'm going to barf if I eat another jellied bean," Ron moaned from where he lay on the floor in the common room several hours later. "And I think I ate barf-flavored one to begin with."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Is there anything better than making your tummy hurt on Chris... Yuletide morning?" Hermione added and gave away her muggle heritage.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>The jumper your mum made for me this year is hideous, Ron. Tell her I love it and it's my new favorite," Harry said.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Each year Mrs. Weasley knitted him a new jumper emblazoned with a large H for his first name. The woman displayed a knack for selecting colors nature never intended to go together. Ron's jumper all but glowed a neon orange with a giant pink R in the middle. It would frighten a mountain troll. Harry labored under field of robin's egg blue interrupted by a chartreuse capital H. When he pulled it from the wrapping, the jumper made his eyes water, and he immediately switched it out for the one he initially wore that morning. He felt assured Mrs. Weasley picked the colors to make certain no one stole the jumper. Thus far, Harry retained each one he received.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You tell her since you'll actually write to her, and tell her mine might've violated an international treaty!" Ron groaned out the words.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Hermione and Neville broke into laughter, along with a couple of other Gryffindors who remained, while Harry shook his head.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What'd you get from your aunt and uncle?" Hermione asked.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry earlier secretly opened the small box with a note attached. The note simply stated his name and a big D at the bottom. Inside the box he got a single pair of white socks and coupon book for a fast food restaurant he could not visit until summer (and he saw the coupons would be expired by then). It provided more evidence to what he told her friends several days before.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I, ah, think it might be a real pair of new socks and coupons for Notlob</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Fish and Chips," he informed her.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>That's it?" Katie Bell exclaimed and sat up from under a pile of discard wrapping paper that effectively hid her.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Hermione shrieked at the sudden appearance and took a swing at Katie. Katie displayed her fappitch skills and dodged the blow. She stared at Harry with wide eyes.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>He's gotten worse, Katie," Ron stated.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I have," Harry agreed.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Much worse," Neville added.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ooh, remember what he got two</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>years ago?" George Weasley said as his head pop over the edge of the large sofa.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Hermione screamed</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>again and threw a shoe at him. Like Katie, George relied on his game-playing abilities and deftly caught the flying footwear. He looked at it.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Where'd you get my trainer?" George</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>asked.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>So what present could be worse," Katie returned to the main subject.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You mean the newspaper caddie?" Hermione queried between pants.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Exactly," Fred joined in, and he looked disappointed when Hermione only scowled at him. "From a thrift store, and he had to assemble it himself."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You're lying," Katie huffed.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>On my honor," Harry stated and drew an ex over his heart. "Still not as bad as when they gave me a pair of my cousin's used trainers."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Now you know why he loves our mum's jumpers. It shows she cares and thought about him," George opined.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>At least enough to know what letter his name begins with," Fred added.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Katie glanced around, and Neville did a little as well. She seemed positively repulsed by what she heard, yet Harry could see it confused her by the amount of amusement it brought him and the Weasleys. Harry studied the Weasley twins. Fred wore a canary yellow jumper with a mud-brown F in the center. George got the same, except with capital G. Harry shrugged and privately thought Mrs. Weasley favored him that year. The handmade jumper made Harry part of the clan.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>So where'd you get the other gifts then, Harry?" Katie inquired.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Mostly from old friends of my mum and dad's. Once they knew I got to Snogwarts and was safe, things just started to arrive. Lord Holdequart can't really touch me here..." Harry said and started to explain.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Everyone in the room flinched at hearing the name.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Except when he sneaked in through Quirrell's ass," Fred remarked.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>And that diary," Neville threw in what he knew.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>So who knows how he's going to get to you this year. Bet it's going to be really wicked," George said while rubbing his hands together in a sinister </span></span></span> </p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You people are crazy," Katie said through a nervous laugh and stood. "Between those jumpers, Harry's pathetic gifts, and making fun of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Fucked, you're</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>just crazy.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">George cocked his head to the side and said: "Better to make fun of it than sitting in a locked room being afraid all the time."</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Those who stood by Harry from the beginning all nodded their heads in agreement. Harry counted it as one of the more precious gifts he received. Those types of presents always tended to arrive at the most unexpected times.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry waved farewell to Katie when she announced she needed to do something else with the day other than lying around the common room eating until she got sick. He stood as well and began to collect the mass of shredded wrapping paper in the common room. The others joined in. They uncovered a sleeping Dennis Creevey in the process. It did not take long before they created a giant ball of wadded paper. Fred and George asked if they could take possession of it. While it worried Harry concerning the purposes to which they could put it, he saw no reason to object. The Weasley twins scuttled up to their room snickering along the way.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You know there's a good chance we're going to regret that," Hermione admonished them.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Good chance? How about a certainty," Ron corrected her.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">It led to a good laugh that woke up the sleeping Creevey brother.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>The remarkable Yuletide celebration gave way to the demands of school and the tournament. Harry faced a mound of homework to complete within five days, and the dragon butt-plug haunted his dreams. One of the bright spots came in the daily</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>request by Neville to join him for lunch, and Harry routinely</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>accepted the offer. Sometimes they invited Luna to join them, although she declined half the time for rather obscure</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>reasons. They often shared dinner with the normal cabal of Gryffindors. However, Harry did not fail to notice Neville preferred to sit next to him. He also began to prefer it.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>On the Sunday before the start of the next term, a long week after the Yuletide dance, Harry sat in the common room with the dragon butt-plug and plagued anyone who got near him for advice on how best to crack the puzzle surrounding the strange device. It frustrated him when he received word none of the other champions figured it out as well. Their</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>time grew short.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>George!" Harry yelled as George Weasley stepped through the portrait portal. His jumper gave away his identity.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I've already told you: I haven't the foggiest, Harry," the older of the two twins grumbled.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>But your clever with these sorts of things," Harry begged. "How would you drive someone insane with a puzzle that should be easy to solve but isn't?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You already answered the question, you prat."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>But your brother said to think of the obvious thing about dragons and I'll find the answer there. What so obvious about dragons that you could hide it in this thing?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Above all else</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Fred and George Weasley harbored unquenchable curiosity. That often led them to drafting</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>their most nefarious</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>schemes. It also made them highly intelligent even if they applied it in off-beat ways. Thus, Harry hoped to pique one of them with his badgering. George stopped walking and stared at the silver object while scratching his ginger-haired head.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What kind of metal is that?" George asked.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Um, I don't really know. Charlie didn't say," Harry answered.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>But it's got to be corrosion-resistant if it got wedged up a dragon's bum. They eat some caustic stuff to generate all those nasty, flammable fluids," the Weasley twin said, and it revealed his association to one who studied dragons.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Okay, but how would that be part of a puzzle?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well, it kept the puzzle whole, but... not sure how it's connected." George said and walked toward the chair where Harry sat. "Mind if I hold it?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry held it out. George took it, began turning it over, and studied the surface.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Interesting. Turn-key mechanism, eh?" George inquired after half a minute and tapped the bottom of the plug.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Spotted it in one. It's what makes the spines retract," Harry told him.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Show me."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry took hold of the plug around the base, fished his wand out of pocket, and pointed it a the x-shaped indentation.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Gyrari dextra," he intoned.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The inner circle spun to the right with a clicking noise, and three rows of four spikes slid effortlessly out of the plug. George let out a small whistle when took hold of device and began to examine it again. He turned it over and over in his hands.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Smells like shit, Harry," George said in a flat voice.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well, it was up a dragon's arse, you twit," he rejoined.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">George grinned. Harry and the Weasley twins regularly exchanged insults. It seemed to prove their affection for him since they did the same to Ron and Giney. Harry waited.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Nothing about this says dragon... other than the size," George mumbled and stared at it. "It's got a mechanism inside, and it's illegal to build mechanical dragons. It doesn't have scales. No wings. It doesn't breathe fire... no openings. So what's obvious about dragons that connects</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>them</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>to this?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>They're big, fast, and deadly. This is big for a butt-plug, and those spike might kill a person if putting</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>up their bum didn't do that first. Don't know about fast, but that's what seems obvious to me about dragons, George," Harry grumbled.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">George ran his hands along the surface of the object, between the spikes, and openly admired the construction.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry, you've been in Hagrid's class and he teaches about dragons," the identical Weasley twin murmured. "What are the rules about dealing with them?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Let's see... there's don't run. Hide behind boulders and not trees. Don't go into dragon territory," he answered.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Why don't you run?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Hagrid says they're attracted to motion. They also like moving targets to shoot fireballs at or throw up flame on `em or lay a patch of fire right where they're going to step," Harry dutifully recited the information the half-giant drilled into all their head.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>And the part about hiding behind boulders?" George continued, and he seemed to be smiling.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well, trees can catch fire. Dragons can also bite or claw through trees. Rock just offers more protection."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What drocnic weapon did you mention most?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry considered his answers, and then gazed at George while he said: "Fire."</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yes, fire. Fire and dragons go together like naked toes and gnome poo."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Maybe in your world, but not mine," Harry protested the analogy.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You just haven't lived in wild places enough, my lad, now..." George said and handed the butt-plug back to Harry. "Go stick this in the fire. I have a feeling that's what Charlie meant by obvious."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>A deep sense of protection over the butt-plug swirled through Harry. He narrowed his eyes and glared at George. George raised his hands and flicked his fingers toward the fire as if driving flies to their death. Harry stood and walked to the fireplace. It took him half a minute to find the strength to shove the object into the fire. Then he stood back while George appeared</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>next to him.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>This may take a few minutes," George quietly stated.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Three minutes later dark markings began to appear on the surface of the plug between the rows of spikes. After another minute Harry could discern individual letters. After two more, whole sentences got revealed. George made him wait for one more minute before allowing Harry to remove the plug with the fireplace tongs. Harry did so with a giddy sense of achievement even though he did not personally find the solution.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Better hurry and write down those words," the red-headed young man said and excitement tinged his instruction.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry set the plug down on the firebrick in front of the fire. He retrieved a quill from the common room desk, dipped it ink, and snagged a piece of parchment. After running back to the fireplace, he lay on the floor before the butt-plug and started writing. George lent a hand by turning it when Harry finished copying a line. Only three lines existed.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><i>Foe to fire awaits thee, champion.</i></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><i>Seek the clan never seen on land.</i></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><i>Be quick to free your heart's desire.</i></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>And what the hell does that mean?" Harry said as he scanned the lines over and over.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Don't be thick, Harry," George chastised him. "Right. I did my part for the glory of Gryffindor. I'm off to surprise Fred."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">George did not wait for Harry to speak as he stared to walk away.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Thanks, George! I owe you</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>one!" Harry yelled at the retreating figure.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>George</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>stopped and craned his head around. The pale skin, the red hair, and the hazel eyes so resembled Ron, but the mischief contained with the face belonged solely to the twins. A wicked grin spread across George's face.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Tsk, tsk, Harry. Have you leaned nothing from Ron during these past three and a half years?" He said in a low voice. "I'll make note of your agreement to owe me one. Be prepared for the day when I come to claim it."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ah, right," Harry said and felt a burgeoning discomfort in his mind that he just made an unholy bargain.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">George chuckled once and disappeared into the stairwell.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Despite his sense he possibly made a serious blunder, Harry grabbed the sheet of paper, wrote the word hot in the soot before the plug, and then headed for the exit. He tickled the Fat Lady's bum as required, and the portrait door</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>swung open with a giggle. Once in the hallway he made the quick decision to head to the Hufflepuff house. Ass Cleft would likely know best how to contact Diktor and Foul. He clutched the answer in hand and broke into a trot. A swell of relief propelled him on his journey.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Three days later Harry sat alone before the Bi-Wizard Tournament committee. The members sat staring at him. He returned the gaze. Minister of Magic Corny Fudgepacker represented the host country government. Headmistress Olympe Maximus of Boobbeatons Academy of Magic, Headmaster Igor Krackhead of the Spurmstung Institute, and Headmaster Albus Dumbledore of Snogwarts also sat at the table. Finally, Bratty Crouch, Sr., the Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, sat in as one of the regulators of the competition. To one side Rita Skeeter occupied a seat as a reporter for The Daily Profit to make a public record of the proceedings, although her Gossip Quills tended to get carried away.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Tell us, Potter, did you manage to solve the riddle of the butt-plug?" Professor Dumbledore grumpily inquired.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yes, sir," Harry answered.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>How?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I placed it in a fire and the words appeared."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Why this putting in a fire?" Headmaster Krackhead questioned him as the man leaned forward.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well, me and a mate sat around trying to figure out what kind of puzzle..."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Who helped you, Potter?" Dumbledore blared at him.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>George Weasley. He's, um, pretty clever, sir," Harry honestly answered.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The five members of the panel put their heads together and harshly whispered for a long time. Dumbledore appeared even angrier when they broke. The members looked at him.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Do you not think zis is cheating?" Headmistress Maximus queried.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry shook his head and simply said: "No, it isn't."</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>And how would you know?" His own headmaster rumbled.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry, after talking to the other champions, and then to Ron and Neville, considered the manner in which he solved the butt-plug issue might violate the rules. A day of intensive searching through the rules for each tournament prepared him. He felt confident.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well, I read the rules, and it doesn't say we can't ask for outside help in solving the puzzles. None of you never said we couldn't get help. It only says that the champions must present an answer for the riddle in order to move to the next challenge. That's it. That's all the rules ever said for the last four hundred years," Harry explained.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Once again the five heads bent together. Once again they conducted a heated and whispered conversation. Once gain Dumbledore looked more furious. He huffed several times and his hand twitched like he wanted to grab his wand. The other members of the committee appeared neutral.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You are correct, Monsieur Potter, zis is not outside the rules," the enormously large French woman told him.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Have you made any attempt to determine what it means?" Mister Crouch inquired.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>A little. I mean, I only figured out how to get the words to show last Sunday," Harry began, "but I think the next challenge is going to take place in the water somewhere. The clan not on land probably means the merpeople or maybe kelpies or someone who lives under the water. To be honest, I don't get the heart's desire part, but the poem says I've got to find it... whatever it is."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Several heads nodded as he spoke. Professor Dumbledore folded his arms across his chest and appeared to be sulking. He would not look at anyone.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Very well, Mister Potter, you've passed to the next challenge," Minister Fudgepacker informed him, and then winked.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Thank you. Are we done?" Harry replied.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>We're done!" Dumbledore yelled.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry stood up as fast as he could, bowed his head to the assembled, and then made for the door without running. When he reached the hallway, the other champions waited for him. Dressed in the everyday attire, they looked like a normal group of wizarding teenagers. He grinned.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I told them about George," he said and sighed with relief.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Bet Dumbledore didn't like that. He's not too fond of the twins," Ass Cleft remarked.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Can you name me one student he does like?" Harry countered.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">While Cedric smirked, Foul said: "So we are all going to the next part, no?"</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>We are," Diktor rejoined, yet he did not sound entirely pleased.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Kum? What's the matter?" Harry asked.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The famed Bulgarian glanced around. He started to walk toward the grand foyer, and the others followed. He seemed to want to get away from the committee room. Harry continued to wonder what bothered him.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Did we cheat?" Diktor asked when they paused by the master staircase.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>No, we didn't. Are you upset that we got help? That we helped each other?" Diggory questioned the burly young man.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>This is a contest between us, and we are giving help to each other. If I were to help my rival team..."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Hold on, Diktor," Ass Cleft interrupted. "This is not a fappitch match. Let's get that straight right now. Second, I don't have any intention of helping you during the next challenge, so that part hasn't changed. This riddle... isn't part of the overall contest."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">They paused in the conversation as a group of students walked toward them and then headed up the stairs while looking back and whispering to each other. Ever since the tournament began, Harry noticed people doing that more and more around him. Most often it happened when something new, usually wholly fabricated, hit the gossip columns. Ever since the first disastrous interview with the Skeeter woman, Harry adamantly refused to speak with her again. He started to wonder what nonsense she invented before arriving at the qualifying review.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Maybe the riddle was something meant for us to help each other," Foul speculated. "I do not see why each of those plugs would be ze same. Maybe it was a test of what you call character, no?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The three males glanced at one another. Harry liked Foul's interpretation of the butt-plug riddle, and that surprised him. It seemed mature take on the otherwise bizarre situation.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Kum frowned.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Diktor, you play on a team... with a team, right?" Harry rhetorically asked.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The famous fappitch skeeter nodded.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>But your the only one allowed to catch the snatch, right.?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The man nodded again.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I play skeeter, too, on our house team, so this makes sense to me. You can't win unless everyone does their part, and there is a part... an action only you can do and no one else can. That's what I think Foul is saying. The challenge is the part where were on our own, Diktor. Like catching the snatch. So, we didn't cheat. Even the rules say we didn't," Harry expressed his freshly modified thinking.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I see what you think, Harry. This makes sense to me now, too. This riddle is not real part of challenge," Diktor responded and sounded less dire.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Personally, I think they cooked this up to mess with our heads," Ass Cleft chimed in. "I think Foul is right: it was a test of our character."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The Boobbeatons smiled in a smug manner.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>But I'm not sure what they expected. The truth is Harry and George figured it out... and mostly George by the sound of it."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry nodded in agreement with Diggory.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Would any of you thought to put the plug in a fire?" Ass Cleft continued and glanced around. "The thought never occurred to me. I would've failed that interview."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>So would I," Diktor added.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>And me," Foul confessed, but it sounded grudging.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Me, too," Harry piped up. "It really was George who solved the puzzle."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>But you're the one who thought to ask him for help, Harry."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Diktor and Foul nodded to Cedric's statement.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It looks like, Harry, you are little bit hero this time. Good play," Diktor told him and landed a skin-numbing clap on his shoulder.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yes, my thanks," Foul mumbled.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Nice job, Harry. You might've made a good Hufflepuff," Cedric said and teased him.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Fuck off," Harry grumbled at him through a grin. "Now, can any of you tell me what your heart's desire is? `Cause I sure don't know what mine is!"</span></span></span></p> </div></div>
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Harry Potter and the Loo of Desire Chapter 8 This work is a parody of J.K Rowling's Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, and it is not endorsed by either J.K. Rowling or her publishers. As a parody, this work is protected under the Fair Use Doctrine. The characterizations in this work deviate significantly from the original, and this does not imply these characterizations exist in the original work. The author received no financial compensation or endorsements for the production of this work. All characters in this story are fictional. This story depicts sexual acts between consenting minor males. This story is meant for entertainment purposes only and in no way reflects reality. Please be aware of local laws or ordinances that may prohibit the reading of such material. Comments regarding the story may be sent to dricshae(at)gmail(dot)com Please support Nifty with donations if able. DONATE HERE (A Parody) Chapter 8: Let the Festivities Begin Two days before the Yuletide Ball a thick letter arrived from The Bunghole. Inside they found a message written by Charlie. Harry felt relieved at first as he read the contents. Ron sat naked on his bed and listened. Harry, Hope this finds you well, you bugger. Nice job on the Horny-tail, but I really wish you wouldn't have undone it's collar. We still miss Michaels. He was a good man and knew his way around a dragon. Aside from that, things are going fine. Got word form a colleague that the Hungarian Horny-tail sends you his regards. Seems you made an impression on him. You might want to consider cryptozoology for a future career. "No, I don't want to wrangle dragons," Harry answered the suggestion, and Ron laughed. Now you might think those plugs got made by goblins, but you'd be wrong. Goblins and dragons hate each other too much, and anything goblins made for dragons they'd booby-trap. So we found a dwarf silversmith over in the Steppes. Cranky old bastard, I'll tell you that, but he figured out what we needed neat as a trick. I can't tell you what he did or how it works cause I signed an agreement with the Ministry. But I can tell you to think about dragons and what is most obvious about them. I know it's not much of a clue, but it's the best I can give you. Box Ron in the ears for me once. Mum and Dad say you're staying at Snogwarts for the holidays, so I wish you a peaceful Solstice and a warm Yuletide. Hope you get banged a good one on the Yule Feast. Yours, Charlie Weasley "The bastard never sent me a letter like that," Ron grumbled when Harry finished reading it aloud. "Ever write him?" Harry asked. "Not the point, is it? He's my brother, so he owes me!" "Why?" Ron scratched his hefty nutsack as he thought, but he never produced an answer. "So, ah, if you don't mind me asking," Harry half-stammered when it became clear Ron would not answer the question about his brother, "who, um... are you going to the, ah, dance with?" Ron looked cross for a moment and replied after a long pause: "Look, mate, it's nothing personal. He likes you a lot and talks about you quite a bit, but we just got on like toast and jam, so he's taking me." "Who?" "What?" "Ron, you didn't tell me who. You told me everything `cept his name. So, who?" Harry clarified the question. "Oh, ah... see... all right: it's Diktor," Ron hesitantly confessed. "Well, good on you then, Ron. He's nothing like I thought he'd be." Harry rehearsed what he would say to Ron a thousand times when Ron finally decided to tell him. Regardless of any other consideration, Ronald Weasley remained his best friend. Hence, Harry reasoned he deserved support rather than jealousy. Ron blinked at Harry for several seconds before a lopsided grin spread across his mouth. "I... Harry, I thought you might be upset. I know after that bull run we made on him something seemed to click between you two, but... well, Diktor kept chatting me up after that when I'd see him the halls. He showed me why I needed to end it with Colin," Ron said in a rush. Harry shifted around in his seat. He hated keeping personal secrets from his closest friends. Ron ventured to tell him more of the truth, and it required an act in kind. He cleared his throat. "Um, Ron, I, ah, sort of figured it out a couple of weeks ago," Harry told his best mate and stared at the bed spread. "Yeah, I was jealous at first. Look, who wouldn't be. It's Diktor Kum after all. But I saw how it made you happy, so I just sort of let be. I figured you'd tell me when you were ready." "I didn't want to hurt you, Harry, what with all the blokes avoiding you the way they are. Then after Dennis... I just seemed like I'd be rubbing your face in it. Do you understand what I mean?" Ron begged the question. Harry nodded and said: "Yeah, I do. I'd probably do the same thing with knowing how nuts you were for him before he even got here." Ron scooted forward and placed a strong hand on Harry's knee. Green eyes met hazel. A heavy silence lingered. Harry could fell Ron trying to tell him something more. He bobbed his head. "You know I love you more than my brothers," Ron quietly began. Harry's mouth fell open in astonishment. Ron let nothing come between him and his family, even the git Percy. To hear him sincerely make the comment went a long way with the more famous of the two wizards. "You and yours are the only family I got, Ron. The Dursley's don't mean anything much to me, you know," he responded in the same vein. "I can't let whoever you're dating ruin that for me. Maybe it was because it's Diktor -- I don't know -- but I think I'm over it now. I was just lonely and feeling sorry for myself." "Mate, if anyone has the right to feel sorry for himself, it's you, Harry. I got over being jealous of you a long time ago. All this He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Fucked stuff wrecked your life. Sometimes I look at you and think there's someone unexpected out there who's going to fall for you hard, and fall for the real you and not the Harry Potter from the papers," the ginger-haired teenager said with open empathy. "I love you, too, Ron." Ron patted his leg. "And thanks for finally telling me," Harry said. "No, should've told you weeks ago, Harry," Ron rejoined, and thus making further amends. "Who are you taking to the ball?" "Everyone I asked said no. Even Răzvan. He's scared to death of Krackhead." "And you're not? The man's a nutter and an old Dungeater. I wouldn't want to be trapped in a school with him, and we've got Dumbledore!" The two young men looked at each other. In took only a second before they burst into laughter. Suddenly, it felt like old times to Harry. Admitting his jealousy to Ron and hearing Ron's estimation of him acted as a balm for his spirit. It seemed he got a Solstice present or an early Yuletide gift from his friend. He patted Ron's hand. Minute by minute Harry could feel an odd strain begin to loosen and disappear. When the other roommates began to trickle in, Neville first, they could tell a subtle change took place and one for the better. Talk among them turned to the dance. Both Dean and Séamus secured dates, but Neville neither confirmed or denied landing one. They all asked Harry, and he reported the same grim news he gave Ron. They commiserated with him until Ron began inquiring as to why none of them thought to ask Harry. "Mate, he's bleeding Harry Potter. We thought they'd be lining up to go to the dance with him," Séamus immediately retorted. "Oh, like you didn't see what he posted on the pick-up pillar," Ron grumbled at the young Irishman. Dean and Séamus shot each other a guilty look. They started to undress without addressing the issue any further. Off by his bed, Neville disrobed and slipped into his pajamas, royal blue satin, without joining into the discussion. Harry made a mental note of that while Ron glared at the other two. "I knew it. You know guys aren't going near Harry for whatever loony reason..." "No one wants to end up in the gossip columns, Ron. They all tell me the same thing, and I can't blame them. If I were in their shoes, I'd avoid me, too," Harry said before an argument broke out. "That's what I keep hearing," Séamus muttered. "But you're not like them, are you, Finnegan?" Ron barged on. "He's a roommate, Ron. I know too much about Harry to ever think of a date. It'd be like asking a cousin... or you one of your brothers," Dean stepped in. Séamus nodded his head while pulling off his socks and underwear. Dean already climbed out of all his clothes and into his bed. His brown skin contrasted sharply to that of Séamus, Ron, and Harry. They all got influenced by Ron's preferred state of nakedness, except Neville who seemed too modest for such a public show. "But isn't the point of getting sorted into the same house is we're supposed to be looking out for one another?" Ron argued as he flipped over onto his stomach facing the foot of the bed. His sumptuous buttocks made everyone stare for a moment. "We do. Sometimes we even shag when we're not dating. It keeps things friendly between us. We start dating each other and pretty soon we won't be able to live in the same room," Séamus carefully asserted as he scratched his scrotum. Harry glanced at Ron and raised a single eyebrow. Ron pursed his lips. The reasoning seemed solid. Harry gave a slight shake of his head to tell Ron to drop the topic. Instead, he turned it around and asked what they planned for Yuletide day since they, along with the vast majority of Snogwarts, decided to stay at the school over the holidays. Once they began to discuss the multiple trips planned for Snogsmeade, the notion of the dance fell into the background. Harry fell asleep thinking about Honeypukes Sweet Shoppe. With no classes and only one day to go before the high Yuletide celebration and dance, students lounged about. Harry sat in bed reading a book on the Bi-Wizard Tournament, most of the information he found dubious since other sources directly contradicted it, but it painted an interesting mental picture. A few times he glanced over at the dragon butt-plug and tried to free-associate a possible solution to the riddle, but nothing came to mind. At one point Neville sidled to his bed. "Um, Harry, can I ask you a favor?" His friend inquired. "I guess, sure," he replied. "I was wondering if you could give me a hand down in the greenhouses for about an hour. We need to get the planting tables ready for the next semester and nobody else seems to care," Neville outlined his request in a rush. "What about breakfast?" "I've snagged some rolls from last night, but I'll treat you to lunch at the Three Broomsticks afterward." Harry weighed his options. He could go down to the main hall for breakfast and likely eat alone or go with Neville and work for a couple of hours and get a free lunch. It did not take much to make up his mind. "Let me get a jumper and my boots on," he said while closing the large tome and dumping it on the bed. "Core, Harry, you're a life saver," Neville gushed and kneaded his gloved hands together in apparent nervousness. "I got some coveralls and gloves you can borrow down in the greenhouse." "Yeah, I was going to ask, so thanks." It only took a few minutes for Harry to prepare himself. He and Neville made their way through the hallways where students lounged, uncertain of what to do with themselves. A few played games on the floor. Some actually did homework assigned during the break. A couple of people waved to him and Neville, and they returned the gestures. Before too long they walked alone through the back courtyards to the greenhouses. Neville produced a set of magical keys that allowed him to open the small, glass-walled buildings. It showed the level of trust Madam Sprout place in him. "We need to move the tables, set up the planting boxes, and, if you don't mind, line them with potting soil and some manure mix," Neville said and laid out the basic plan. "Doesn't sound too complicated. Messy maybe, but not hard," Harry replied and tried to sound more chipper than he felt. The conversation with his roommates from the previous evening returned to haunt him. Neville then took him to one of the supply cabinets and secured the promised protective clothing. Once outfitted, the two teenagers went to work. About ten minutes into their task, Neville started talking about the various plants they would grow that term. As Harry listened, he slowly realized the tremendous amount of knowledge packed away in his friend's head. Neville recited facts about herbology like a professor, and he did not use notes or a book. Harry found it all bizarrely fascinating, and it made the time fly. Even though the manure stunk and stung his eyes -- Neville explained it needed to air for at least a week so as not to burn the new seeds -- Harry found it easy to ignore as he listened. "Why doesn't Madam Sprout have you teach the first years," Harry said as the last of the planter troughs got filled with a mix of dirt and fertilizer. "Nope, she needs to get to know the students and make sure they don't destroy anything. Not sure they'd listen to me. Oh, top off that planter box over there," Neville responded and instructed. Harry did as asked and stated: "I'll bet you ten to one you know more about herbology than Hermione." Neville snorted in disbelief. "Neville, I'm not kidding, mate. You just talked for over two hours about... all of this without stopping once, and all of it came out of your head. Hermione couldn't do that." His friend frowned. Harry walked straight up to him. He got a minor jolt when he realized he needed to tilt his head upward to look Neville in the eye. It did not daunt him. "You need to take more pride in what you know and have confidence in yourself. You were bloody brilliant, Neville, and it honestly kept my attention," Harry firmly stated. "You're going to be my herbology partner if we get the same class!" Neville looked stunned. "Honestly! You've seen how much me and Ron goof around, and I hate walking out of class with sore arms from Hermione trying to beat us into being proper students. I figure if I partner with you I might actually get around to learning something!" "Ah, okay," his friend meekly replied. "Neville, trust me on this: you're smart and turning out to be pretty handsome. Next year is going to be a whole different world for you. Besides, I think I finally figured out how you got rid of your first year fat and got a pretty ripping body," Harry continued to lay on the compliments because he truly wanted his friend to believe in himself. The teenager blushed a deep red, and Harry smirked at him. Neville huffed once, opened his mouth, and said: "Um, Harry, I was afraid to ask you in front of the guys, but, ah, after hearing what you said last night, I was sort of wondering if maybe, if you want and you don't have to say yes if you don't want to, but maybe you might like to go to the dance with me tomorrow night." It came out so fast Harry needed a few seconds to rifle through all that got said. "Wait, Neville, you're asking me to the dance?" The young man nodded as his face turned a little pale. "You're not asking me because of that pity party Ron threw for me, are you?" Harry inquired with a touch of real suspicion. "No, I... um, been trying to get the nerve to ask you all week. I thought someone already got around to asking you, but when I heard last night... it's, ah, sort of why I wanted you to help me here today, so we could be alone and I could build up the courage to finally ask." "First, take a deep breath. Second, slow down. Third, relax," he instructed his friend who again spoke at a breakneck pace. "And, fourth, yeah, going to the dance with you would be grand, Neville." Neville blinked and said nothing. "I, ah, just said yes in case you need the short version." "Really?" His friend blurted. "You mean it." "I mean it, and talk about being a life saver. I hated the idea of going to that dance alone, and I can't skip it `cause of that whole champion thing. I should be thanking you instead," Harry told him. Without warning Harry found himself lifted off his feet as Neville swept him into a tight embrace. The whole time his friend mumbled thanks after thanks. The awkward sincerity of Neville's demonstration deeply touched Harry, and yet he continued to believe he should be thanking the shy teenager. After nearly a minute of squeezing the air out of him, Neville set him down. "We are going to have the best time, I swear. I know we can sit with Padma and Parvati if we want, and probably with the guys. And there's going to be dancing, and I've been practicing down here when nobody's around. It's going to be great, Harry, just you wait and see!" Neville exploded into a flurry of statements. "Neville, Neville! Slow down. I believe you! I really do!" Harry laughed. It felt so good to him to be in the presence of honest excitement. Neville's eyes gleamed. It made Harry smile. In a rush of his own he found he wanted to go to the dance. It did not matter that Neville would be his date. Harry amended his thinking. It did matter because Neville truly wanted to go with him to the dance. "Okay, we're done in here," Neville said at a fast clip, but not as fast as few moments before. "Hungry? I am. I'm starved. Ready to go eat." "Yeah, I'm ready once I get out of these overalls. They kind of stink," he replied. "It's the manure." "I figured as much," Harry rejoined through a smirk. "Sorry," Neville murmured, but his lips twitched with seeming amusement. "Don't apologize over small stuff like that. Besides, I was just teasing." His friend's head bobbed up and down. While Harry turned over the gloves and slipped out of the coveralls, he tried to recall how many people he saw Neville associate with on a regular basis. True, he interacted with the dorm-mates, but that got forced by proximity. Harry began to sadly realize he could not name any close friends of Neville's, and then he wondered if the amazing and shy teenager possessed any. He thoughts kept him quiet while Neville continued to excitedly ramble about the dance and what it would be like. Harry reached out and snagged Neville's arm to make him pause. "You know what? It's going to be great just like you said," he told him through a smile. Neville continued the pause as he studied Harry's face, and then confidently said: "Yeah, it will be. Let's go get lunch. On me like I promised." The meal and afternoon spent with his friend walking around the village with dozens and dozens of other students made Harry feel festive. The two previous years he spent with the Weasleys, and it set a standard in his mind. They made him feel more than welcome: they made Harry feel like family. With Neville the situation started to prove itself subtly different. Some of the shy demeanor fell away. The young man liked to talk, and Harry found out he could likely give Hermione a run for her money in the knowledge department. He learned Neville knew much more of the goings-on at Snogwarts than any could imagine. People perceived him as harmless and unimportant, and thus spoke freely around him. Harry realized his friend could sink the reputations of half the student body and an equal proportion of the teaching staff. That evening the house elves served a light dinner since they figured the students stuffed themselves while visiting Snogsmeade. Harry and Neville sat with Ron and Séamus. Dean, as usual, disappeared with a date. They ate and chatted. Harry counted the minutes until the important question got asked. "So what are you going to do tomorrow night? You can't just skive out can you?" Ron inquired with apparent caution. "I'm going, and I'm looking forward to it," Harry answered. "Why? Everyone's going to be looking at you when you arrive alone," Séamus stated. "I won't be alone." "No way. Who?" Ron blurted. "Neville. He asked me this morning and I said yes," Harry calmly and directly replied. "It's going to be fantastic." Ron stared at him. Séamus stared at him. Then the two of them stared at Neville who's cheeks turned a bit pink. They then returned their gaze to Harry. "He didn't ask out of pity, either. Said he tried all week to ask, but got nervous. So he got me to help him in the greenhouses, and he sprung the question there," he told them the true story. "And you said yes?" Séamus queried in seeming confusion. "Of course I said yes. He was nice enough to ask. Plus he's doing me a huge, huge favor." "Shut up," Neville mumbled and snickered. Harry resumed eating the shepherd's pie he found rather delicious while Ron and Séamus lapsed back into silence. Neville remained conspicuously silent as well, but Harry suspected for different reasons. Ron finally sat back a little and an odd smirk played on his lips. "Well, I'll be. All right. Glad it worked out for both of you. I guess I'll see you two during the first Yule dance," Ron declared. "First... wait. What?" Neville burbled and sprang to life. "Remember at the Halloween Mixer how the champions and their dates started the dancing? Same with this, but probably a bit more formal," Harry explained. "I, ah... forgot about that." "Still want to go, Neville? Dancing in front of three schools all alone with Harry and the other champions?" Séamus teased. Harry watched as Neville tensed for a moment. Then he sat up to his full height, easily half a head taller than Séamus, and looked the roommate square in the eye. "Certainly I want to go. It'll only be for one dance, and I can do that. I'm pretty good at dancing, in case you didn't know," Neville boldly said without so much as a stutter. "Besides, I made a promise to Harry, and I won't leave him hanging out to dry!" Harry wanted to cheer for Neville, but instead he let his smile do the talking. Séamus appeared taken aback at the directness of the response, but he recovered in short order. Ron simply bobbed his head once as if Neville got the last word on the subject. It seemed he did as Séamus decided to change the topic and talked about the happenings at Snogsmeade during the day. It appeared Harry and Neville missed a melee that broke out between several Slytherins, a few Hufflepuffs, and two Spurmstungs. The Slytherins ended up in the infirmary while the Hufflepuffs and Spurmstungs received detentions and got barred from the Yuletide ball. The Slytherins also got banned since credible witnesses reported they started the fight. Harry hoped Draco got involved in the mess, but neither Ron nor Séamus knew the names of all the participants. When they decided to stop eating, Harry, Neville, Séamus headed for the Gryffindor tower. Ron said he needed to go meet Diktor over at the library. The three going back to their room laughed and joked about the various meanings of the word need. Harry could not recall the last time he saw Neville so relaxed. Moreover, he seemed entirely in command of himself. After greeting a number of their house members in the common room, then went to their private room. A sizable pasteboard box lay on Harry's bed, and a wrapped package from The Bunghole rested on Ron's. Harry went to his bed. "It's from Mrs. Weasley," he told his two roommates as he looked at the attached card. "She says she figured I didn't have any, so she got Ron to get my size and Dumbledore forwarded her the galleons from my Gringott's account. Galleons for what in my size?" "I think I know, but go ahead and open it up," Séamus urged him. Neville sat on his bed and watched the proceedings. Harry took the large red ribbon off the box and slid the top off. Inside he found white tissue paper surrounding something soft. When he removed the paper, he stared down at a new set of dress robes. He laughed as he shook his head. "I forgot all about getting these for myself," Harry exclaimed as he held aloft the new robes. "Those are really nice. Mrs. Weasley's got taste," Neville said. "Wish she talked to my Gran about clothes. Half the time I got to take back what she gets me. I think she still thinks I'm five." "Pretty damn big five-year old," Séamus quipped. "Say, Harry, mind if I take a look at your notes for Charms class? I think got some of it wrong." "What'd you set on fire this time?" Neville chided him. Séamus frowned and said: "Just one of my shoes, but it was supposed to be the fast foot charm." Harry chuckled at his friend's penchant for turning almost any spell, and potion for that matter, in a pyrotechnic device. It defied the imagination. The previous year in the Transfiguration class, Séamus managed to not only set a porcelain teapot on fire, but it exploded before anyone could put out the flames. In a rare turn, Professor McGonagall did not get angry, but made Séamus write down everything he did while casting the spell. The misfire appeared to impress her. "Yeah, go ahead grab my notes over on my nightstand," Harry said as he carefully returned his new robes to the box. "Bet those are Ron's dress robes in the box on his bed." Neville nodded and sat down on his bed. He grabbed a book and began to read. Harry looked at the title, and it boggled his mind. "Aquatic Flora of the Most Unique Varieties," he said aloud. "You are as bad as Hermione." "Goo-eye recommended it to me," Neville rejoined without looking up. "He said if I'm so taken with plants, why don't I study them all. This has actually been a pretty fascinating read about some really weird stuff you can find in lakes and oceans. Some of it is pretty dangerous." "Then Goo-eye did recommend it," Séamus remarked from where he stood rifling through Harry's notebooks. "Every notice he's a little on the dark side?" "He's been an auror most of his life, and he did fight pretty hard against The Dork Lord. Not surprised, really, to see it had an effect on him like that," Harry responded. "Hagrid said Goo-eye saw the worst of the worst." "And don't forgot he got blown up once and lost all those bits and pieces," Neville chimed in without breaking away from his reading. The three roommates muttered in agreement. While Séamus went to his bed with Harry's Charms notes. Harry carefully placed the box with the new robes under his bed. He turned and looked at the snow gently falling from the sky. It seemed appropriate for the Yuletide, but then he remembered it began snowing at the end of November and did so almost every third day. He liked snow. In Surrey it always seemed to get dirty just as soon as it hit the ground. At Snogwarts the white powder remained pure for long stretches of time. Harry sighed and went to the stove in the middle of the room to check the heating spell. He turned it up a degree. "What you thinking, Harry?" Neville quietly inquired. "Nothing really." Neville did not look away. "Back in Surrey Yuletide was never this... I guess perfect. The Dursleys celebrated Christmas and the muggle New Year, and Dudley was pretty good at ruining it for me every year," Harry related some of the experiences he endured. "One year for Christmas they gave me a pair of Dudley's old trainers, and that was it." "That's terrible," Neville rumbled. "It is pretty sad," Séamus agreed. "We celebrated Christmas, too, `cause me dad is muggle, but he made it pretty fun. Mom enjoyed it, but I think she might have missed Solstice and Yuletide. I didn't understand some of the presents she got for me `til after I found I out took after her. They were Yule gifts." "My gran is pretty strict, but she knows how to keep Yule," Neville told them. "I don't get a lot of Yule or Solstice gifts, but what she does give me is usually pretty nice and useful. It's funny, you know: you look at her and you'd never guess she gets all soft and mushy about Yuletide decorations." Harry kept his reactions off his face. In another notorious slip of the tongue by Professor Dumbledore, Harry learned Neville's parents got tortured into madness and now resided in a specialized wizarding hospital that cared for the mentally insane or unfit. He could not decide who got it worse between them. Neville got forced to face the actions of Holdequart every time he saw his parents. Harry barely knew where his parents got buried, and the Dursleys never took him to visit their graves. Thus, he could well imagine Neville's grandmother would make a serious effort on her grandson's behalf during the Yuletide season. The talk of how each family celebrated, or did not celebrate in Harry's case, the holiday season brought a reflective silence over the three. Harry stood as his bedside and stripped off his clothes straight down to the skin. His long association with Ron made it an inbred habit. When he turned to get into bed, he caught Neville looking at him. Harry glanced around and saw a noticeable bulge in his friend's groin. He winked and lightly shook his naughty bits that started to grow in reaction to what he saw. By the time he got situated on his bed, Harry's pecker stood at full mast. For an hour the three roommates sat quietly reading or studying. Harry hoped Séamus would not practice charms and set something afire. At the same time, he hoped Neville would change out of street clothes and perhaps take up the Weasley tradition of sleeping naked. At seven bells Dean burst through the door. He looked as though he ran a marathon, but the smile breaking his face told the real reason. Harry lost track of who Dean dated at the time. The dark-skinned teenager changed boyfriends on a regular basis. Harry's penis grew hard again as he spied on Dean who also stripped away all his clothes. The lean, dark body looked exotic, and Harry loved seeing Dean's organ stand up like a branch of ebony wood. The few times he got to toy with it left a unique craving in his mind. "I'm beat," Dean said as he flopped on his bed. "So that's what you're calling it now," Séamus teased. Harry and Neville snickered. "Terry doesn't play games," Dean rejoined with a gleam in his eye. "What happened to Michael?" Séamus asked, and he always seemed to know exactly who Dean dated at any given time. "He was busy, so Terry, ah, filled in for him." The lewdness in Dean's delivery made this roommates burst out laughing. Harry spent a private afternoon with Terry Boot during their second year, and he understood what Dean meant. Terry approached sex like he would tricky problem or puzzle: he focused all of his mental energy on the issue. It became an exercise in how many different positions and techniques they could utilize as they sought physical fulfillment. Harry always hoped for a second experience with Terry, but they never got around to connecting again. As they settled down, Ron slid through the door. Like Dean, he looked completely mussed and very pleased. He closed the door and leaned against it. Four sets of eyes watched as he moved toward his bed. "How was, um... fappitch practice?" Harry asked through a smirk. "Exhausting," Ron huffed through his smile. Dean and Séamus snickered. Neville watched the ginger-haired young man over the edge of his book. Ron did not expound on his statement and went to work removing his clothing. By the time he finished and hoisted his sturdy nude body onto his bed, Harry could detect tell-tale aromas. He grinned all the more. A quick survey of Ron's penis showed it lacked a certain amount of life. It lay limp against the scrotum and seemed deflated. "What is it with you fappitch players?" Ron inquired as he shifted around trying to find a comfortable position. "It's like you think you can turn sex into a match." "We can," Harry said. "I know I play skeeter on the team, but off the field I can be a crammer, beater, or plugger if I want. Sometimes all three at once!" Dean, Ron, and Séamus laughed at Harry's remark. In the meanwhile Ron pulled the box from home toward him. He then started to unwrap it. A pasteboard box similar to the one Harry discovered on his bed lay under the wrapping, but it did not appear as pristine as Harry's. Ron hauled the lid from the bottom section, and then stared at the contents with a dumbfounded look. He slowly pulled the contents out and held it aloft. "What in the name of Thurston is this?" Ron asked in a dire manner. "Hmm, probably your dress robes. Harry got some, too," Séamus filled in the likely answer. "I can't wear these. It's got... frills on it. It'll look like I'm wearing a doily!" The youngest Weasley male quailed. Dean and Séamus snickered at Ron's plight. Harry and Neville both held their composure. "Ron, it'll be okay," Harry said after watching his friend stare in horror at the garment. "Just tell people you're going retro or being traditional." "Traditional? Retro? Retro to what? The eighteen-eighties?" Ron yelled. The two roommates who chuckled started laughing. Neville glanced at them and frowned. Harry tried to be upbeat about the situation, but he privately thought the robes looked terrible. Ron grabbed the wrapping paper, and then really began to swear. "How could she do this to me? Is she trying to make me look like a fool? Mom, why?" Ron half-cried. "Harry, what am I going to do? I can't got the dance dressed in this. Diktor will drop me like a dead kelpie!" The mention of Diktor changed the stakes, and Dean and Séamus stopped laughing. The robes, Harry estimated, could result in extreme social embarrassment with long-term effects. Moreover, he knew Ron's mother tried her best. With a large family and a single income, the Weasleys often made do with less than optimal solutions. It seemed grim for Ron, but then a lone idea popped into his head. "Luna!" Harry exclaimed. "Luna?" Three voices questioned. "That's a good idea, Harry," Neville said in a complimentary fashion. "How is that a good idea?" Dean sarcastically asked. "She refashions all of her clothes, Dean," Harry interjected. "She should be able to fix Ron up a treat." "And you'd better be nice to her," Neville enjoined them in what sounded like a vaguely threatening manner. "You really think Loony can help?" Ron begged the question. "Luna," Neville growled. "Luna. Can she help?" Ron corrected himself. "Doesn't hurt to ask, and you'd better ask nice," Harry responded. His best friend glanced around, and his eyes landed on Neville. "No," the quietest of the five replied to the unspoken question. "You need to ask her yourself, and you have to be nice about, and you have to do something nice for her in return." Ron's face sank, and Harry could not determine which of the requirements Ron might bungle. "Ron, we can do this. I'll help, but it really has to come from you. Just... be decent." "What if she hates me?" "Who's fault is that?" Neville asked in the pause. Everyone looked at him, and he looked angry. "You can't go around treating people like crap or calling them names or... or... just always ignoring them and suddenly think they're going to kip over and lend a hand when you need it. You get what you give, Weasley. Remember that." Harry wondered how long Neville waited to say those words. He, himself, never mistreated Neville, but he did treat his roommate as a non-entity at times. Given how the year progressed thus far, Harry felt a little better about his interactions with the shy teenager. Now he heard a further call to action. "He's right, Ron," Harry solemnly stated. "Sometimes we do get a little to caught up in our own lives and forget other people are having a rough go of it. If Luna helps you, then you owe her and not just a return favor. It's got to last for a long, long time." Ron frowned, but he also nodded. The ginger head then turned toward Neville and also nodded. Much to his delight Dean and Séamus looked abashed as well. Perhaps the time came to truly notice those they never took the time to notice before.
<div id="readability-content"><h1>Harry Potter and the Loo of Desire Chapter 8</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> <p> This work is a parody of J.K Rowling's <u>Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire</u>, and it is not endorsed by either J.K. Rowling or her publishers. As a parody, this work is protected under the Fair Use Doctrine. </p> <p> The characterizations in this work deviate significantly from the original, and this does not imply these characterizations exist in the original work. The author received no financial compensation or endorsements for the production of this work.</p> <p> All characters in this story are fictional. This story depicts sexual acts between consenting minor males. This story is meant for entertainment purposes only and in no way reflects reality. Please be aware of local laws or ordinances that may prohibit the reading of such material.</p> <p> Comments regarding the story may be sent to dricshae(at)gmail(dot)com</p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Please support Nifty with donations if able. <a href="http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html">DONATE HERE</a> </span></span></span> </p> <hr> <h3>(A Parody)</h3> <h3>Chapter 8: Let the Festivities Begin</h3> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Two days before the Yuletide Ball a thick letter arrived from The Bunghole. Inside they found a message written by Charlie. Harry felt relieved at first</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>as he read the contents. Ron sat naked on his bed and listened.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Comic Sans MS, cursive"><span size="2">Harry,</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Comic Sans MS, cursive"><span size="2">Hope this finds you well, you bugger. Nice job on the Horny-tail, but I really wish you wouldn't have undone it's collar. We still miss Michaels. He was a good man and knew his way around a dragon. Aside from that, things are going fine. Got word form a colleague that the Hungarian Horny-tail sends you his regards. Seems you made an impression on him. You might want to consider cryptozoology for a future career.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>No, I don't want to wrangle dragons," Harry answered the suggestion, and Ron laughed.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Comic Sans MS, cursive"><span size="2">Now you might think those plugs got made by goblins, but you'd be wrong. Goblins and dragons hate each other too much, and anything goblins made for dragons they'd booby-trap. So we found a dwarf silversmith over in the Steppes. Cranky old bastard, I'll tell you that, but he figured out what we needed neat as a trick. I can't tell you what he did or how it works cause I signed an agreement with the Ministry. But I can tell you to think about dragons and what is most obvious about them. I know it's not much of a clue, but it's the best I can give you.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Comic Sans MS, cursive"><span size="2">Box Ron in the ears for me once. Mum and Dad say you're staying at Snogwarts for the holidays, so I wish you a peaceful Solstice and a warm Yuletide. Hope you get banged a good one on the Yule Feast.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Comic Sans MS, cursive"><span size="2">Yours,</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Comic Sans MS, cursive"><span size="2">Charlie Weasley</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>The bastard never sent me a letter like that," Ron grumbled when Harry finished reading it aloud.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ever write him?" Harry asked.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Not the point, is it? He's my brother, so he owes me!"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Why?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ron scratched his hefty nutsack as he thought, but he never produced an answer.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>So, ah, if you don't mind me asking," Harry half-stammered when it became clear Ron would not answer the question about his brother, "who, um... are you going to the, ah, dance with?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ron looked cross for a moment and replied after a long pause: "Look, mate, it's nothing personal. He likes you a lot and talks about you quite a bit, but we just got on like toast and jam, so he's taking me."</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Who?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ron, you didn't tell me who. You told me everything `cept his name. So, who?" Harry clarified the question.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Oh, ah... see... all right: it's Diktor," Ron hesitantly confessed.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well, good on you then, Ron. He's nothing like I thought he'd be."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry rehearsed what he would say to Ron a thousand times when Ron finally decided to tell him. Regardless of any other consideration, Ronald Weasley remained his best friend. Hence, Harry reasoned he deserved support rather than jealousy. Ron blinked at Harry for several seconds before a lopsided grin spread across his mouth.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I... Harry, I thought you might be upset. I know after that bull run we made on him something seemed to click between you two, but... well, Diktor kept chatting me up after that when I'd see him the halls. He showed me why I needed to end it with Colin," Ron said in a rush.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry shifted around in his seat. He hated keeping personal secrets from his closest friends. Ron ventured to tell him more of the truth, and it required an act in kind. He cleared his throat.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Um, Ron, I, ah, sort of figured it out a couple of weeks ago," Harry told his best mate and stared at the bed spread. "Yeah, I was jealous at first. Look, who wouldn't be. It's Diktor Kum after all. But I saw how it made you happy, so I just sort of let be. I figured you'd tell me when you were ready."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I didn't want to hurt you, Harry, what with all the blokes avoiding you the way they are. Then after Dennis... I just seemed like I'd be rubbing your face in it. Do you understand what I mean?" Ron begged the question.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry nodded and said: "Yeah, I do. I'd probably do the same thing with knowing how nuts you were for him before he even got here."</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ron scooted forward and placed a strong hand on Harry's knee. Green eyes met hazel. A heavy silence lingered. Harry could fell Ron trying to tell him something more. He bobbed his head.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You know I love you more than my brothers," Ron quietly began.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry's mouth fell open in astonishment. Ron let nothing come between him and his family, even the git Percy. To hear him sincerely make the comment went a long way with the more famous of the two wizards.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You and yours are the only family I got, Ron. The Dursley's don't mean anything much to me, you know," he responded in the same vein. "I can't let whoever you're dating ruin that for me. Maybe it was because it's Diktor -- I don't know -- but I think I'm over it now. I was just lonely and feeling sorry for myself."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Mate, if anyone has the right to feel sorry for himself, it's you, Harry. I got over being jealous of you a long time ago. All this He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Fucked stuff wrecked your life. Sometimes I look at you and think there's someone unexpected out there who's going to fall for you hard, and fall for the real you and not the Harry Potter from the papers," the ginger-haired teenager said with open empathy.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I love you, too, Ron."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ron patted his leg.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>And thanks for finally telling me," Harry said.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>No, should've told you weeks ago, Harry," Ron rejoined, and thus making further amends. "Who are you taking to the ball?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Everyone I asked said no. Even Răzvan. He's scared to death of Krackhead."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>And you're not? The man's a nutter and an old Dungeater. I wouldn't want to be trapped in a school with him, and we've got Dumbledore!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>The two young men looked at each other. In took only a second before they burst into laughter. Suddenly, it felt like old times to Harry. Admitting his jealousy to Ron and hearing Ron's estimation of him</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>acted as a balm for his spirit. It seemed he got a Solstice present or</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>an early Yuletide gift from his friend. He patted Ron's hand. Minute by minute Harry could feel an odd strain begin to loosen and disappear. When the other roommates began to trickle in, Neville first, they could tell a subtle change took place and one for the better.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Talk among them turned to the dance. Both Dean and Séamus secured dates, but Neville neither confirmed or denied landing one. They all asked Harry, and he reported the same grim news he gave Ron. They commiserated with him until Ron began inquiring as to why none of them thought to ask Harry.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Mate, he's bleeding Harry Potter. We thought they'd be lining up to go to the dance with him," Séamus immediately retorted.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Oh, like you didn't see what he posted on the pick-up pillar," Ron grumbled at the young Irishman.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Dean and Séamus shot each other a guilty look. They started to undress without addressing the issue any further. Off by his bed, Neville disrobed and slipped into his pajamas, royal blue satin, without joining into the discussion. Harry made a mental note of that while Ron glared at the other two.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I knew it. You know guys aren't going</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>near Harry for whatever loony reason..."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>No one wants to end up in the gossip columns, Ron. They all tell me the same thing, and I can't blame them. If I were in their shoes, I'd avoid me, too," Harry said before an argument broke out.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>That's what I keep hearing," Séamus muttered.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>But you're not like them, are you, Finnegan?" Ron barged on.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>He's a roommate, Ron. I know too much about Harry</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>to ever think of a date. It'd be like asking a cousin... or you one of your brothers," Dean stepped in.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Séamus nodded his head while pulling off his socks and underwear. Dean already climbed out of all his clothes and into his bed. His brown skin contrasted sharply to that of Séamus, Ron, and Harry. They all got influenced by Ron's preferred state of nakedness, except Neville who seemed too modest for such a public show.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>But isn't the point of</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>getting sorted into the same house is we're supposed to be looking out for one another?" Ron argued as he flipped over onto his stomach facing the foot of the bed. His sumptuous buttocks made everyone stare for a moment.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>We do. Sometimes we even shag when we're not dating. It keeps things friendly between us. We start dating each other and pretty soon we won't be able to live in the same room," Séamus carefully asserted as he scratched his scrotum.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry glanced at Ron and raised a single eyebrow. Ron pursed his lips. The reasoning seemed solid. Harry gave a slight shake of his head to tell Ron to drop the topic. Instead, he turned it around and asked what they planned for Yuletide day since they, along</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>with the vast majority of Snogwarts,</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>decided to stay at the school over the holidays. Once they began to discuss the multiple trips planned for Snogsmeade, the notion of the dance fell into the background.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry fell asleep thinking about Honeypukes Sweet Shoppe.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">With no classes and only one day to go before the high Yuletide celebration and dance, students lounged about. Harry sat in bed reading a book on the Bi-Wizard Tournament, most of the information he found dubious since other sources directly contradicted it, but it painted an interesting mental picture. A few times he glanced over at the dragon butt-plug and tried to free-associate a possible solution to the riddle, but nothing came to mind. At one point Neville sidled to his bed.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Um, Harry, can I ask you a favor?" His friend inquired.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I guess, sure," he replied.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I was wondering if you could give me a hand down in the greenhouses for about an hour. We need to get the planting tables ready for the next semester and nobody else seems to care," Neville outlined his request in a rush.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What about breakfast?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I've snagged some rolls from last night, but I'll treat you to lunch at the Three Broomsticks afterward."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry weighed his options. He could go down to the main hall for breakfast and likely eat alone or go with Neville and work for a couple of hours and get a free lunch. It did not take much to make up his mind.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Let me get a jumper and my boots on," he said while closing the large tome and dumping it on the bed.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Core, Harry, you're a life saver," Neville gushed and kneaded his gloved hands together in apparent nervousness. "I got some coveralls and gloves you can borrow down in the greenhouse."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yeah, I was going to ask, so thanks."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">It only took a few minutes for Harry to prepare himself. He and Neville made their way through the hallways where students lounged, uncertain of what to do with themselves. A few played games on the floor. Some actually did homework assigned during the break. A couple of people waved to him and Neville, and they returned the gestures. Before too long they walked alone through the back courtyards to the greenhouses. Neville produced a set of magical keys that allowed him to open the small, glass-walled buildings. It showed the level of trust Madam Sprout place in him.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>We need to move the tables, set up the planting boxes, and, if you don't mind, line them with potting soil and some manure mix," Neville said and laid out the basic plan.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Doesn't sound too complicated. Messy maybe, but not hard," Harry replied and tried to sound more chipper than he felt. The conversation with his roommates from the previous evening returned to haunt him.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville then took him to one of the supply cabinets and secured the promised protective clothing. Once outfitted, the two teenagers went to work. About ten minutes into their task, Neville started talking about the various plants they would grow that term. As Harry listened, he slowly realized the tremendous amount of knowledge packed away in his friend's head. Neville recited facts about herbology like a professor, and he did not use notes or a book. Harry found it all bizarrely fascinating, and it made the time fly. Even though the manure stunk and stung his eyes -- Neville explained it needed to air for at least a week so as not to burn the new seeds -- Harry found it easy to ignore as he listened.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Why doesn't Madam Sprout have you teach the first years," Harry said as the last of the planter troughs got filled with a mix of dirt and fertilizer.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Nope, she needs to get to know the students and make sure they don't destroy anything. Not sure they'd listen to me. Oh, top off that planter box over there," Neville responded and instructed.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry did as asked and stated: "I'll bet you ten to one you know more about herbology than Hermione."</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville snorted in disbelief.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Neville, I'm not kidding, mate. You just talked for over two hours about... all of this without stopping once, and all of it came out of your head. Hermione couldn't do that."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">His friend frowned. Harry walked straight up to him. He got a minor jolt when he realized he needed to tilt his head upward to look Neville in the eye. It did not daunt him.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You need to take more pride in what you know and have confidence in yourself. You were bloody brilliant, Neville, and it honestly kept my attention," Harry firmly stated. "You're going to be my herbology partner if we get the same class!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville looked stunned.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Honestly! You've seen how much me and Ron goof around, and I hate walking out of class with sore arms from Hermione trying to beat us into being proper students. I figure if I partner with you I might actually get around to learning something!"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ah, okay," his friend meekly replied.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Neville, trust me on this: you're smart and turning out</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>to be pretty handsome. Next year is going to be a whole different world for you. Besides, I think I finally figured out how you got rid of your first year fat and got a pretty ripping body," Harry continued to lay on the compliments because he truly wanted his friend to believe in himself.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The teenager blushed a deep red, and Harry smirked at him.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Neville huffed once, opened his mouth, and said: "Um, Harry, I was afraid to ask you in front of the guys, but, ah, after hearing what you said last night, I was sort of wondering if maybe, if you want and you don't have to say yes if you don't want to,</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>but maybe you might</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>like to go to the dance with me tomorrow night."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">It came out so fast Harry needed a few seconds to rifle through all that got said.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Wait, Neville, you're asking me to the dance?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>The young man nodded as his face turned a little pale.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You're not asking me because of that pity party Ron threw for me, are you?" Harry inquired with a touch of real suspicion.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>No, I... um, been trying to get the nerve to ask you all week. I thought someone already got around to asking you, but when I heard last night... it's, ah, sort of why I wanted</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>you to help me here today, so we could be alone and I could build up the courage to finally ask."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>First, take a deep breath. Second, slow down. Third, relax," he instructed his friend who again spoke at a breakneck pace. "And, fourth, yeah, going to the dance with you would be grand, Neville."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville blinked and said nothing.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I, ah, just said yes in case you need the short version."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Really?" His friend blurted. "You mean it."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I mean it, and talk about being a life saver. I hated the idea of going to that dance alone, and I can't skip it `cause of that whole champion thing. I should be thanking you instead," Harry told him.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Without warning Harry found himself lifted</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>off his feet as Neville swept him into a tight embrace. The whole time his friend mumbled thanks after thanks. The awkward sincerity of Neville's demonstration deeply touched Harry, and yet he continued to believe</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>he should be thanking the shy teenager. After nearly a minute of squeezing the air out of him, Neville set him down.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>We are going to have the best time, I swear. I know we can sit with Padma and Parvati if we want, and probably with the guys. And there's going to be dancing, and I've been practicing down here when nobody's around. It's going to be great, Harry, just you wait and see!" Neville exploded into a flurry of statements.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Neville, Neville! Slow down. I believe you! I really do!" Harry laughed.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">It felt so good to him to be in the presence of honest excitement. Neville's eyes gleamed. It made Harry smile. In a rush of his own he found he wanted to go to the dance. It did not matter that Neville would be his date. Harry amended his thinking. It did matter because Neville truly wanted to go with him to the dance.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Okay, we're done in here," Neville said at a fast clip, but not as fast as few moments before. "Hungry? I am. I'm starved. Ready to go eat."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yeah, I'm ready once I get out of these overalls. They kind of stink," he replied.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It's the manure."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I figured as much," Harry rejoined through a smirk.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Sorry," Neville murmured, but his lips twitched with seeming amusement.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Don't apologize over small stuff like that. Besides, I was just teasing."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">His friend's head bobbed up and down. While Harry turned over the gloves and slipped out of the coveralls, he tried to recall how many people he saw Neville associate with on a regular basis. True, he interacted with the dorm-mates, but that got forced by proximity. Harry began to sadly realize he could not name any close friends of Neville's, and then he wondered if the amazing and shy teenager possessed any. He thoughts kept him quiet while Neville continued to excitedly ramble about the dance and what it would be like. Harry reached out and snagged Neville's arm to make him pause.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You know what? It's going to be great just like you said," he told him through a smile.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Neville continued the pause as he studied Harry's face, and then confidently said: "Yeah, it will be. Let's go get lunch. On me like I promised.</span></span></span>"</p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>The meal and afternoon spent with his friend walking around the village with dozens and dozens of other students made Harry feel festive. The two previous years he spent with the Weasleys, and it set a standard in his mind. They made him feel more than welcome: they made Harry feel like family. With Neville the situation started to prove itself subtly different. Some of the shy demeanor fell away. The young man liked to talk, and Harry found out he could likely</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>give Hermione a run for her money in the knowledge department. He learned Neville knew much more of the goings-on at Snogwarts than any could imagine. People perceived him as harmless and unimportant, and thus spoke freely around him. Harry realized his friend could sink the reputations of half the student body and an equal proportion of the teaching staff.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">That evening the house elves served a light dinner since they figured the students stuffed themselves while visiting Snogsmeade. Harry and Neville sat with Ron and Séamus. Dean, as usual, disappeared with a date. They ate and chatted. Harry counted the minutes until the important question got asked.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>So what are you going to do tomorrow night? You can't just skive out can you?" Ron inquired with apparent caution.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I'm going, and I'm looking forward to it," Harry answered.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Why? Everyone's going to be looking at you when you arrive alone," Séamus stated.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I won't be alone."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>No way. Who?" Ron blurted.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Neville. He asked me this morning and I said yes," Harry calmly and directly replied. "It's going to be fantastic."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ron stared at him. Séamus stared at him. Then the two of them stared at Neville who's cheeks turned a bit pink. They then returned their gaze to Harry.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>He didn't ask out of pity, either. Said he tried all week to ask, but got nervous. So he got me to help him in the greenhouses, and he sprung the question there," he told them the true story.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>And you said yes?" Séamus queried in seeming confusion.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Of course I said yes. He was nice enough to ask. Plus he's doing me a huge, huge favor."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Shut up," Neville mumbled and snickered.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry resumed eating the shepherd's pie he found rather delicious while Ron and Séamus lapsed back into silence. Neville remained conspicuously silent as well, but Harry suspected for different reasons. Ron finally sat back a little and an odd smirk played on his lips.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well, I'll be. All right. Glad it worked out for both of you. I guess I'll see you two during the first Yule dance," Ron declared.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>First... wait. What?" Neville burbled and sprang to life.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Remember at the Halloween Mixer how the champions and their dates started the dancing? Same with this, but probably a bit more formal," Harry explained.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I, ah... forgot about that."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Still want to go, Neville? Dancing in front of three schools all alone with Harry and the other champions?" Séamus teased.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry watched as Neville tensed for a moment. Then he sat up to his full height, easily half a head taller than Séamus, and looked the roommate square in the eye.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Certainly I want to go. It'll only be for one dance, and I can do that. I'm pretty good at dancing, in case you didn't know," Neville boldly said without so much as a stutter. "Besides, I made a promise to Harry, and I won't leave him hanging out to dry!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry wanted to cheer for Neville, but instead he let his smile do the talking. Séamus appeared taken aback at the directness of the response, but he recovered in short order. Ron simply bobbed his head once as if Neville got the last word on the subject. It seemed he did as Séamus decided to change the topic and talked about the happenings at Snogsmeade during the day.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It appeared Harry and Neville missed a melee that broke out between several Slytherins, a few Hufflepuffs, and two Spurmstungs. The Slytherins ended up in the infirmary while the Hufflepuffs and Spurmstungs received detentions and got barred from the Yuletide ball. The Slytherins also got banned since credible witnesses reported they started the fight. Harry hoped Draco got involved in the mess, but neither Ron nor Séamus knew the names of all the participants.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>When they decided to stop eating, Harry, Neville, Séamus headed for the Gryffindor tower. Ron said he needed to go meet Diktor over at the library. The three going back to their room laughed and joked about the various meanings of the word need. Harry could not recall the last time he saw Neville so relaxed. Moreover, he seemed entirely in command of himself. After greeting a number of their house members in the common room, then went to their private room. A sizable pasteboard box lay on Harry's bed, and a wrapped package from The Bunghole rested on Ron's. Harry went to his bed.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It's from Mrs. Weasley," he told his two roommates as he looked at the attached card. "She says she figured I didn't have any, so she got Ron to get my size and Dumbledore forwarded her the galleons from my Gringott's account. Galleons for what in my size?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I think I know, but go ahead and open it up," Séamus urged him.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville sat on his bed and watched the proceedings.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry took the large red ribbon off the box and slid the top off. Inside he found white tissue paper surrounding something soft. When he removed the paper, he stared down at a new set of dress robes. He laughed as he shook his head.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I forgot all about getting these for myself," Harry exclaimed as he held aloft the new robes.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Those are really nice. Mrs. Weasley's got taste," Neville said. "Wish she talked to my Gran about clothes. Half the time I got to take back what she gets me. I think she still thinks I'm five."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Pretty damn big five-year old," Séamus quipped. "Say, Harry, mind if I take a look at your notes for Charms class? I think got some of it wrong."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What'd you set on fire this time?" Neville chided him.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Séamus frowned and said: "Just one of my shoes, but it was supposed to be the fast foot charm."</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry chuckled at his friend's penchant for turning almost any spell, and potion for that matter, in a pyrotechnic device. It defied the imagination. The previous year in the Transfiguration class, Séamus managed to not only set a porcelain teapot on fire, but it exploded before anyone could put out the flames. In a rare turn, Professor McGonagall did not get angry, but made Séamus write down everything he did while casting the spell. The misfire appeared to impress her.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yeah, go ahead grab my notes over on my nightstand," Harry said as he carefully returned his new robes to the box. "Bet those are Ron's dress robes in the box on his bed."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville nodded and sat down on his bed. He grabbed a book and began to read. Harry looked at the title, and it boggled his mind.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Aquatic Flora of the Most Unique Varieties," he said aloud. "You are as bad as Hermione."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Goo-eye recommended it to me," Neville rejoined without looking up. "He said if I'm so taken with plants, why don't I study them all. This has actually been a pretty fascinating read about some really weird stuff you can find in lakes and oceans. Some of it is pretty dangerous."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Then Goo-eye did recommend it," Séamus remarked from where he stood rifling through Harry's notebooks. "Every notice he's a little on the dark side?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>He's been an auror most of his life, and he did fight pretty hard against The Dork Lord. Not surprised, really, to see it had an</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>effect on him like that," Harry responded. "Hagrid said Goo-eye saw the worst of the worst."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>And don't forgot he got blown up once and lost all those bits and pieces," Neville chimed in without breaking away from his reading.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>The three roommates muttered in agreement. While Séamus went to his bed with Harry's Charms notes. Harry carefully placed the box with the new robes under his bed. He turned and looked at the snow gently falling from the sky. It seemed appropriate for the Yuletide, but then he remembered it began snowing at the end of November and did so almost every third day. He liked snow. In Surrey it always seemed to get dirty just as soon as it hit the ground. At Snogwarts the white powder remained pure for long stretches of time. Harry sighed and went to the stove in the middle of the room to check the heating spell. He turned it up a degree.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What you thinking, Harry?" Neville quietly inquired.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Nothing really."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville did not look away.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Back in Surrey Yuletide was never this... I guess perfect. The Dursleys celebrated Christmas and the muggle New Year, and Dudley was pretty good at ruining it for me every year," Harry related some of the experiences he endured. "One year for Christmas they gave me a pair of Dudley's old trainers, and that was it."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>That's terrible," Neville rumbled.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It is pretty sad," Séamus agreed. "We celebrated Christmas, too, `cause me dad is muggle, but he made it pretty fun. Mom enjoyed it, but I think she might have missed Solstice and Yuletide. I didn't understand some of the presents she got for me `til after I found I out took after her. They were Yule gifts."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>My gran is pretty strict, but she knows</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>how to keep Yule," Neville told them. "I don't</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>get a lot of Yule or Solstice gifts, but what she does</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>give me is usually</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>pretty nice and useful. It's funny, you know: you look at her and you'd never guess she gets all soft and mushy about Yuletide decorations."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry kept his reactions off his face. In another notorious slip of the tongue by Professor Dumbledore, Harry learned Neville's parents got tortured into madness and now resided in a specialized wizarding hospital that cared for the mentally insane or unfit. He could not decide who got it worse between them. Neville got forced to face the actions of Holdequart every time he saw his parents. Harry barely knew where his parents got buried, and the Dursleys never took him to visit their graves. Thus, he could well imagine Neville's grandmother would make a serious effort on her grandson's behalf during the Yuletide</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>season.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The talk of how each family celebrated, or did not celebrate in Harry's case, the holiday season brought a reflective silence over the three. Harry stood as his bedside and stripped off his clothes straight down to the skin. His long association with Ron made it an inbred habit. When he turned to get into bed, he caught Neville looking at him. Harry glanced around and saw a noticeable bulge in his friend's groin. He winked and lightly shook his naughty bits that started to grow in reaction to what he saw. By the time he got situated on his bed, Harry's pecker stood at full mast.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">For an hour the three roommates sat quietly reading or studying. Harry hoped Séamus would not practice charms and set something afire. At the same time, he hoped Neville would change out of street clothes and perhaps take up the Weasley tradition of sleeping naked. At seven bells Dean burst through the door. He looked as though he ran a marathon, but the smile breaking his face told the real reason. Harry lost track of who Dean dated at the time. The dark-skinned teenager changed boyfriends on a regular basis. Harry's penis grew hard again as he spied on Dean who also stripped away all his clothes. The lean, dark body looked exotic, and Harry loved seeing Dean's organ stand up like a branch of ebony wood. The few times he got to toy with it left a unique craving in his mind.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I'm beat," Dean said as he flopped on his bed.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>So that's what you're calling it now," Séamus teased.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry and Neville snickered.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Terry doesn't play games," Dean rejoined with a gleam in his eye.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What happened to Michael?" Séamus asked, and he always seemed to know exactly who Dean dated at any given time.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>He was busy, so Terry, ah, filled in for him."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>The lewdness in Dean's delivery made this roommates burst out laughing. Harry spent a private afternoon with Terry Boot during their second year, and he understood what Dean meant. Terry approached sex like he would tricky problem or puzzle: he focused all of his mental energy on the issue. It became an exercise in how many different positions and techniques they could utilize as they sought physical fulfillment. Harry always hoped for a second experience with Terry, but they never got around to connecting again.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>As they settled down, Ron slid through the door. Like Dean, he looked completely mussed and very pleased. He closed the door and leaned against it. Four sets of eyes watched as he moved toward his bed.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>How was, um...</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>fappitch practice?" Harry asked through a smirk.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Exhausting," Ron huffed through his smile.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Dean and Séamus snickered. Neville watched the ginger-haired young man over the edge of his book. Ron did not expound on his statement and went to work removing his clothing. By the time he finished and hoisted his sturdy nude body onto his bed, Harry could detect tell-tale aromas. He grinned all the more. A quick survey of Ron's penis showed it lacked a certain amount of life. It lay limp against the scrotum and seemed deflated.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What is it with you fappitch players?" Ron inquired as he shifted around trying to find a comfortable position. "It's like you think you can turn sex into a match."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>We can," Harry said. "I know I play skeeter on the team, but off the field I can be a crammer, beater, or plugger if I want. Sometimes all three at once!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Dean, Ron, and Séamus laughed at Harry's remark. In the meanwhile Ron pulled the box from home toward him. He then started to unwrap it. A pasteboard box similar to the one Harry discovered on his bed lay under the wrapping, but it did not appear as pristine as Harry's. Ron hauled the lid from the bottom section, and then stared at the contents with a dumbfounded look. He slowly pulled the contents out and held it aloft.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What in the name of Thurston is this?" Ron asked in a dire manner.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Hmm, probably your dress robes. Harry got some, too," Séamus filled in the likely answer.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I can't wear these. It's got... frills on it. It'll look like I'm wearing a doily!" The youngest Weasley male quailed.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Dean and Séamus snickered at Ron's plight. Harry and Neville both held their composure.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ron, it'll be okay," Harry said after watching his friend stare in horror at the garment. "Just tell people you're going retro or being traditional.</span></span></span>"</p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Traditional? Retro? Retro to what? The eighteen-eighties?" Ron yelled.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>The two roommates</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>who chuckled started laughing. Neville glanced at them and frowned. Harry tried to be upbeat about the situation, but he privately thought the robes looked terrible. Ron grabbed the wrapping paper, and then really began to swear.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>How could she do this to me? Is she trying to make me look like a fool? Mom, why?" Ron half-cried. "Harry, what am I going to do? I can't got the dance dressed in this. Diktor will drop me like a dead kelpie!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>The mention of Diktor changed the stakes, and Dean and Séamus stopped laughing. The robes, Harry estimated, could result in extreme social embarrassment</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>with long-term effects. Moreover, he knew Ron's mother tried her best. With a large family and a single income, the Weasleys often made do with less than optimal solutions. It seemed grim for Ron, but then a lone idea popped into his head.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Luna!" Harry exclaimed.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Luna?" Three voices questioned.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>That's a good idea, Harry," Neville said in a complimentary fashion.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>How is that a good idea?" Dean sarcastically asked.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>She refashions all of her clothes, Dean," Harry interjected. "She should be able to fix Ron up a treat."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>And you'd better be nice to her," Neville enjoined them in what sounded like a vaguely threatening manner.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You really think Loony can help?" Ron begged the question.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Luna," Neville growled.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Luna. Can she help?" Ron corrected himself.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Doesn't hurt to ask, and you'd better ask nice," Harry responded.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">His best friend glanced around, and his eyes landed on Neville.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>No," the quietest of the five replied to the unspoken question. "You need to ask her yourself, and you have to be nice about, and you have to do something nice for her in return."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ron's face sank, and Harry could not determine which of the requirements Ron might bungle.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ron, we can do this. I'll help, but it really has to come from you. Just... be decent."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What if she hates me?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Who's fault is that?" Neville asked in the pause.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Everyone looked at him, and he looked angry.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You can't go around treating people like crap or calling them names or... or... just always ignoring them and suddenly think they're going to kip over and lend a hand when you need it. You get what you give, Weasley. Remember that."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry wondered how long Neville waited to say those words. He, himself, never mistreated Neville, but he did treat his roommate as a non-entity at times. Given how the year progressed thus far, Harry felt a little better about his interactions with the shy teenager. Now he heard a further call to action.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>He's right, Ron," Harry solemnly stated. "Sometimes we do get a little to caught up in our own lives and forget other people are having a rough go of it. If Luna helps you, then you owe her and not just a return favor. It's got to last for a long, long time."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ron frowned, but he also nodded. The ginger head then turned toward Neville and also nodded. Much to his delight Dean and Séamus looked abashed as well. Perhaps the time came to truly notice those they never took the time to notice before.</span></span></p> </div></div>
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Harry Potter and the Loo of Desire Chapter 6 This work is a parody of J.K Rowling's Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, and it is not endorsed by either J.K. Rowling or her publishers. As a parody, this work is protected under the Fair Use Doctrine. The characterizations in this work deviate significantly from the original, and this does not imply these characterizations exist in the original work. The author received no financial compensation or endorsements for the production of this work. All characters in this story are fictional. This story depicts sexual acts between consenting minor males. This story is meant for entertainment purposes only and in no way reflects reality. Please be aware of local laws or ordinances that may prohibit the reading of such material. Comments regarding the story may be sent to dricshae(at)gmail(dot)com Please support Nifty with donations if able. DONATE HERE (A Parody) Chapter 6: Heading Toward the Witching Hour It took less than two days before the entire school talked about the fact Harry did not know the handlers and teachers charmed the dragons to keep them from killing participants or onlookers. He suspected Neville told Séamus, and Séamus acted as a source of gossip and news better than The Daily Profit and The Dribbler combined. People began to treat Harry much different than when his name flew out of the loo. The dragons, charmed or not, scared everyone. However, with the first challenge out of the way and Harry the clear winner, the slog toward the holidays began. Halloween tended to be a special time of year for the students at Snogwarts. They could revel in their magical heritage, regardless of how recent, and take pride in being witch or a wizard. The Spurmstungs did not understand the manner in which the English celebrated, somewhat adopted from their American cousins. The eastern Europeans referred to the day as All Hallows Eve and tended to act a bit leery of the celebration. Professor Binns explained in some parts of the world, Halloween, a mutated contraction of the word the Spurmstungs used, proved a time when muggles would be on the hunt for magical folk. The collision of cultures spurred the Snogwarts students to make it extra special for their guests. "They don't still burn `em the stake, do they?" Ron asked as they worked on a potion for Professor Snape. "Don't think so, but it didn't sound like the muggles don't go easy on `em either," Harry rejoined as he carefully crushed giant stalk beans for the engorgement elixir. "Diktor made it sound like they get run out of their homes." "Getting bit chummy with Kum, huh?" Harry heard the jealousy in Ron's tone. While dressed in more or less the same outfit of dark pants, white shirt, a burgundy sweater with the house logo embroidered on the left breast, and a tie of the house colors under open black robes, Ron appeared unkempt. However, he managed to make it his style and he actually looked good. The youngest Weasley male also filled out the clothing far better than Harry. It gave him a quick inspiration on how to answer one of his best friends. "Diktor still talks about how you rooted him, Ron, so don't go thinking I've got something over on you. Just say the word and we'll bull run him again... with you in the lead." Harry watched his ginger-haired friend go into mental paralysis from the combined compliment offered by his hero and a chance to go at him again. Professor Snape chose that moment to walk by. He smacked Ron in the side of the head with the thick volume, and Ron fell to the floor. "Turn down your flame before it boils the concoction and explodes, Weasley," the notoriously cranky professor snarled in wishy-washy manner. "Between you and Finnegan, you'll manage to burn down a stone castle." Harry kept his faced schooled in an impassive expression until Snape headed toward another part of the class to terrorize other students. Then he bowed his head and silently laughed. Ron snorted, picked himself up from the floor, and looked aggrieved. "How come you never get caught?" His best mate complained while rubbing the side of his head. "I get caught all the time and you know it," Harry countered. "He does, Ron, but you take it personally," Hermione stated without looking up from her work. Ron knew better than to argue with her. "Taking anyone to the Halloween Mixer?" Harry asked in the hope he would learn something new. He asked the question nearly everyone seemed to be discussing. "Don't know yet. You?" Ron easily deflected. "The champions are supposed to ask someone from one of the rival schools... and not another champion," he explained and quickly amended. "Well, after your performance in the first trial, I'm sure any one of those sweaty Spurmstungs will go with you, Harry," Hermione grumbled. "But be careful: they really expected Diktor to win that one." "She's got a point, Harry," Ron agreed at a low volume. "I've caught more than few giving you a look, and not a good one." "They think you cheated. So do the Boobbeatons," Hermione said as she carefully diced sequoia needles, and she also let out a small sigh after the final word. "Who you taking, Hermione? Or did someone ask you?" Harry inquired and tried to make it sound chipper. "Sabine la Courantrouge," the young woman said the name as though expressing her deepest desire. "We've... been getting to know one another." "Heard tell you were locked up in one of the tower bathrooms for most of Sunday," Ron merrily stated. "Yeah," Hermione breathed out the word and looked far into the distance. Harry and Ron smirked at one another. They both knew they would pay for making Hermione spin into a daydream since it meant she did not pay attention to her potion. She stopped stirring as whatever filled her mind took over. Given the picky nature of most potions, it meant it would sour in just a few moments. The two male Gryffindors then began to apply themselves to their own potion. Fortunately, Séamus did, indeed, cause a minor explosion and fire that drew Snape's furious attention for the rest of the period. While Ron and Hermione went to their next classes, a rare period in which the three friends did not share, Harry contemplated Ron's question. Pressure would be applied to him to ask one of the Spurmstungs to the dance, and yet he only knew Diktor in any meaningful manner. That led to an idea, and one that could be solved during the lunch break. Thus, Harry headed for his Divination class suddenly feeling much better about the impending social event. When Halloween did arrive, Harry felt prepared. He asked Diktor to recommend one of his schoolmates who would be willing to attend the dance with Harry without trying to kill him or snatch him for a bull run. A couple of days after making the request, Diktor introduced him to a sixth-year Romanian Spurmstung who seemed positively delighted to attend the dance with Harry. A week before the dance they spent a few lunch periods together, and one stroll after classes along the castle grounds, getting to know one another. The dark-haired, dark-eyed young man with mildly dusky skin, full lips, and slightly sunken cheeks came from an ancient wizarding family loosely related to Vlad Teppish. Harry found Răzvan Dalca easy company to keep and began to look forward to the dance. When the night arrived, Harry met Răzvan in the foyer to the great hall. Harry surprised everyone by combing his hair and using a powerful spell to keep it in place, and donned a somewhat dusty suit. He also applied a thin layer of gray face paint and greenish lipstick. It took a while for anyone realize he dressed as a corpse. Răzvan applied crepe hair to his neck and the back of his hands, added a pointed teeth prosthetic, and it appeared as though he got caught mid-transformation into a werewolf. Harry liked the costume. Ron appeared with Colin, both looking miserable and neither in costume, to the bewilderment of his dormmates. Hermione burst in to the hall with her Boobbeatons escort, resplendent as cavewomen, and looked pleased beyond measure. It appeared the house prefects got the same instruction as the tournament champions, and each arrived with a member from one of the guest schools. The Slytherins kept mostly to themselves, while the Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaws paired off to each person's taste. It did not take long for the combined mass of teenagers to turn the simple dance into a raucous party. While most of the teachers stayed away, Madam Sprout, Rubass Hagrid, and Professor Flitwick acted as chaperons along with Madame Maximus from Boobbeatons and Headmaster Krackhead from Spurmstung. Someone understood teenagers and hired the Crypt Kicker Five band to perform for dance. Lighted pumpkins floated midway between the floor and the ceiling, and the ceiling got enchanted so it flashed with lightning every few minutes. Other Halloween decorations festooned the corners and walls. A delectable array of candy and other snacks awaited the revelers. Thus, it appeared as though Professor Dumbledore did not take part in the planning since he would likely try to cram everyone into the dungeon so he could eat alone in the great hall. Harry and his date, Răzvan, danced both alone and with the other champions and their dates. He tried to interact with Ron and Colin, but their combined misery put up an effective blockade. Hermione and Sabine would dance, disappear, and then reappear looking happily flustered. The Boobbeatons and Spurmstungs seemed to be enjoying themselves, and all the Snogwarts students attributed it to the absence of both Dumbledore and Snape. Goo-eye Moody popped in every now and again to subject students to on-the-spot interrogations, but the guests thought it part of the Halloween charade. The band played their infectious and noisy brand of wizard popular music. It invited the students to dance, and dance they did. At one point Harry excused himself to use the restroom, and it took a few minutes to convince Răzvan he truly did need to use the facilities for the stated purpose. His date let him go with a faux sad expression. On his way out, both Ass Cleft and Diktor gave him a cheery thumbs-up regarding the success of the evening so far. Buoyed by their encouragement, Harry all but skipped to the restroom. He entered and whistled bit from a Crypt Kicker Five song. Suddenly, everything went dark as a heavy hood got placed over his head. Seconds later he got surrounded by people and brusquely ushered out of the bathroom. Harry laughed at first, and then he remembered Hermione's warning about the Spurmstungs. Two minutes passed as he got hauled down stairs and through hallways, leaving him completely baffled as to his location inside the castle. Harry got inelegantly dumped on the floor, the hood ripped from his head, and a bright light flooded his eyes. "Look who's mister popular tonight," Harry heard Draco Malfoy snarl. "Aren't you just the bleeding darling of the dance." "Draco, give it a rest and let me go," Harry replied and struggled against the powerful hands holding him down. "Oh, just want to run back to your mudblood friends, eh, and those nasty third-world Europeans?" "You know Hermione is going to thump you when I tell her what you said..." "Not if I obliviate you first!" Harry's eyes adjusted somewhat to the glare of a wand clearly using the luminos spell. He turned his head to the side and could just make out Draco's profile. It did not surprise him in the least to find Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle holding his arms. While not the brightest students or the best of wizards, they possessed mass and muscle Harry could not overcome without the use of his wand. He heard and saw no one else, and then guessed Draco secreted him somewhere down on the dungeon level near the Slytherin dormitory. "Yeah, do that and your father will spend a week trying to defend you to Dumbledore..." Harry started to explain. "Ha! Like he'd care!" Draco snorted. "Let me finish, and McGonagall. You know she's just itching to get you tossed from Snogwarts `cause you father is a Dungeater," he warned his arch-nemesis. "Prove it! Prove my father..." Draco began to yell. "Let's see his left forearm, or maybe he always wears a jacket `cause a certain tattoo of a shit-eating skull is there! Your father is a dirty shit-eater and you know it!" Harry could feel Draco glaring at him. All Dungeaters got the same brown brand from Lord Holdequart back during the height of his power: the Dungmark. It signified one as a loyal follower of the crazed hermaphrodite. "We were going to easy on you, but now..." and Draco let the unfinished statement hang for many seconds. "Okay, boys, strip him." That did not sound encouraging, and Harry began to struggle against his captors. Try as he might, Crabbe and Goyle proved the perfect thugs for the job. It only took them a few minutes to divest Harry of his clothing, ripping some in the process, and then holding his naked body on the floor. Draco stood over him. "Aren't we turning into the fine young man," Draco sarcastically drawled. "Got yourself some hair down there and everything. Do I see some on your chest, too?" "What? Still waiting for puberty to hit and you wanted to see what it looks like?" Harry returned verbal fire. He saw Draco's face contort. The grip on his arms tightened. His mind began to imagine what terrible things Draco and his cronies would do, but it took on urgency when the thin, blond-as-to-be-white haired pinch-faced youth slipped his robe over his head. Draco, and Crab and Goyle for that matter, did not bother to wear a costume to the dance. Try as he might, his brain would not stop churning out one horrible, lurid idea after another. Harry tried not to watch, but Draco dug a heel into his ribs every time Harry turned his head to the side. Crabbe and Goyle snickered the entire time. "Why do you always avoid me, Potter? I was nice to you... once," Draco said while unbuttoning his shirt. "Didn't you like what we did together." "It, ah, left a little -- and I do mean little -- something to be desired," Harry retorted and immediately wished he chose a different tactic. Draco's pale cheeks went flush. His compatriots stopped laughing. Draco stripped off his shirt and revealed one of the most meager, thinnest upper torsos Harry ever saw. Malfoy's skin glowed like an illuminated ghost. Each rib stood out in a nearly skeletal manner. Harry tried to keep his composure, but he kept comparing the boy standing above him to his best mate, Ron. Draco weighed perhaps half what Ron weighed. The sound of buckle tongue clanking against the frame got his attention. Draco then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. They instantly fell to his calves revealing stick like legs. His lower torso tried to make his white briefs tight, but Malfoy lacked to the physical mass and the undergarment hung lose on his hips. Moreover, Harry could not detect any noticeable bulge in the front. "Remember last time? We're gonna do more of the same," Draco threatened. The threat eased Harry considerably. He started breathing easier. It simply meant Harry would experience the most unexceptional sex he could imagine. Given what else the trio could do to him in the privacy of a locked bathroom two floors below where the party took place, it seemed his luck held firm. Harry braced himself for what would likely be the dullest fifteen to twenty minutes of his life. He stared up at his antagonist. "Oh, yeah, we're going to give it to you good this time. You'll learn to fear the Slytherins, Potter!" "Yeah. Sure. Right," Harry drolly agreed. "I'm shaking in my boots." "You're not wearing boots," Goyle muttered. "Shut up, you dolt," Draco snapped at his henchman. Harry barely suppressed a laugh, but Draco caught his face twitching. "Think that's funny do you? How about this? Let me hear you laugh this off!" Harry used the tricks he learned in Professor Snape's class to keep his face perfectly still as Draco sneered and stepped out of his pants. Dressed only in his sagging white briefs, dark socks, and dark shoes, Malfoy looked comical. It got worse when he walked forward until he stood directly over Harry's head with his feet between his arms and sides. He slowly lowered himself until his crotch hovered above his face. Then, and Harry predicted it five seconds before, Draco dragged his cloth-covered scrotum across Harry's forehead. "I learned this in America. It's called teabagging," Draco growled. "Right. I get it. Like dipping a teabag into a pot or a cup," Harry replied. "Can you feel it? Can you feel my balls on your face, Potter?" Crabbe and Goyle started to snicker. Harry wanted to shrug his shoulders. He knew better than to tell Draco the only thing he felt came in the form of fabric. Malfoy's balls did not hang low enough or possess enough size to pull off the supposedly humiliating maneuver. Harry stored the idea in the back of his mind as something to try with Răzvan later in the evening. From the contours of the Romanian's crotch, Harry suspected a sack worthy of the practice lay in wait. As he endured another round of the tactic, he also thought it might work better without the underwear. "You don't seem at all bothered," Draco said when he stood up. "Ever have Dean shoot a load... probably not," Harry began to reply and realized Dean Thomas would never sleep with Draco Malfoy, even on a bet or a dare. His response seemed to anger his tormentor a bit more. Draco divested himself of his underwear. It stunned Harry anew to see the teenager in state of full arousal. While never one to judge anyone on their sexual equipment, he could not stop while getting a good upward view of Malfoy. Testes the size of almonds got hugged close to the base of the hard shaft. That went a long way in explaining why Harry felt only the underwear on his forehead. Above that Draco's erection rose to an underwhelming ten centimeters and appeared no bigger around than Harry's thumb. It seemed as if time stood still in Draco's crotch even through the youth grew at least fifteen centimeters in height since their first year. He wondered if Malfoy still awaited puberty, but then he saw the bush of off-white pubic hair at the base and descending down on either side of the scrotum toward the thighs. Neither a grower nor a shower, Harry thought. "Well, at least you're up for the occasion," the naked young wizard held down on the floor quipped, and again berated himself for being unable to keep his mouth closed. "Think you're clever, eh?" Draco rumbled. He descended again, except this time he mashed the bottom of his pubic mound against Harry's mouth and nose. Regardless of whatever else Harry might think, he silently admitted Draco smelled fresh and clean. He thought he also detected a small whiff of cologne. It seemed at odds with the nasty personality contained in the person. Since he knew the completely ineffective torture would continue regardless of his reaction, Harry stuck out his tongue. Draco's mostly hairless scrotum and taint rubbed against it. After a few seconds, the body above him stopped. "Are you licking me?" Malfoy inquired and sounded a bit shocked. "Yeah, a little," he admitted. "Why?" "Bored, I guess," Harry confessed. His answer again seemed to infuriate the teenager. Draco suddenly shifted around and began to rub the head of his cock on Harry's lips. Harry, truly bored and equally unafraid, tried to shrug. He failed, so he just opened his mouth. Draco's short, thin hard-on slid inside. "Blimey, he's blowing you, Draco. You said he probably wouldn't," Crabbed muttered in his usual thick manner. "Don't you know what the word probably means?" Malfoy snorted out the question. He got no answer. "Still the cocksucker, huh?" Draco said to Harry. "So are you," Harry said, easily speaking around the dick in his mouth. "At least you really seemed to like it that one time." The white-haired teenager spit and sputtered in ire. Harry clamped his lips around the cock in is mouth and went to work for a few seconds. Draco's body shuddered in response and he stopped swearing. A strange notion bubbled up in his head. Could it be, he wondered, that no one in the Slytherin house engaged in sex? Harry knew both Gryffindor and Hufflepuff students seemed to be in sexual overdrive most of the time, and he heard the odd tale or two about some of the experimental sessions conducted in Ravenclaw. Moreover the visiting Boobbeatons and Spurmstung students appeared rather randy most of the time. He lost track of what he did while he thought, and Draco's sudden moaning brought him around. "Merlin's beard, you're good at that," Malfoy heaved out the words as he ground his crotch into Harry's face. "Thanks. I get a lot of practice," Harry rejoined with the erection still in his maw. A series of profane words drifted through the air. It dawned on Harry no matter what he said he would step in it. Draco began to grind his hips more fiercely in a circle. Since it did not seem anything else would happen, Harry resumed his work on his nemesis. He simply wanted it to end so he could return to the dance, and, thus, vigorously applied himself. Draco's motions slowed. He let out with a small barks and chirps. A minute went by and then two. "Ugh," Crabbe rumbled from off to the side. "Crabbe, did you come?" Malfoy yelled. "Sorry, Draco, couldn't help it. Watching you and Harry, and him laying there all nude with his everything showing, I sort... I mean, I just touched it a little bit," Crabbe stuttered through his explanation. "Well... go wash your hands," Draco ordered like a mother. Crabbe let got of his arm much to Harry's disbelief. Draco, however, did not move and his cock rested on Harry's tongue. Harry shrugged one shoulder since his other arm remained in the firm grasp of Goyle. Even as he continued to blow Draco, he turned his head a little. Goyle sat staring off into the distance. A quick glance at the stout teenager's crotch revealed Goyle did not react to what happened in front of him. He even looked bored. Harry could not imagine himself sitting before two boys engaged in sex, even in a limited fashion, and not reacting in some manner even if it meant just staring. At the moment he more or less sported an erection. An idea bubbled in his head as he righted it and returned to pleasuring Draco. Barely a minute later Draco's entire body stiffened. A trickle of thin semen rolled across Harry's tongue. Seven seconds later Malfoy's body sagged and collapsed over Harry's head. Draco panted like he wrestled a troll. Harry used his one free arm to shove the thin boy's carriage to one side so he could breathe. "How `bout it, Goyle? In for a quick fluff on Potter's galleon?" Draco asked his crony. "Naw. I'm set," Goyle droned and let go of Harry's arm. "Sometimes I wonder about you," his titular leader exclaimed. "Looked fun and all, but... well, it's Potter and that don't interest me any," the thick young man answered in an unconvincing manner. Another doubt got added to Harry's mental list. He heard Draco snort in derision. The white-haired boy then rolled to his left and completely off Harry. Harry sat up and glanced down at Draco. His penis also shriveled and shrank down to it's hooded peanut size. It almost disappeared in his nest of pubic hair. "Let that be a lesson to you, Potter," Draco sneered at him. "Next time it might go much worse for you." "What? Gonna hire the Spurmstung boys have a go at me?" Harry rejoined and realized yet again it would it do nothing more than anger Malfoy. Draco sat up and glared at him. The two teenagers, one completely naked and the other with his pants around his ankles, fixed each other with a hard stare. Harry adopted an unapologetic stance. "You just watch yourself, Potter. You might think you're all high and mighty as the Boy-Who-Came, but not everything is always going to go your way," Draco warned him in a dire tone Harry found amusing. "You've still got to survive the tournament!" "I seemed to do okay on the last test," he said while watching his archenemy struggle to pull up his pants. Draco hopped onto to his feet, finished his task, and said: "Laugh now while you can. It won't always be fun and games for you!" "Believe me, Draco: this was not a game or fun for me," he said as he stared directly at Malfoy's crotch. The white-haired Slytherin member huffed as the true meaning appeared to dawn on him. "Let's go, Goyle. We've got to find, Crabbe!" Harry held up his hand and said: "Bye, Draco. Next time try to last a little longer." Draco actually growled and stomped out of the bathroom with the apparently bored Gregory Goyle following in his wake. The door closed with a squeak. Harry got up, found his wand, and pointed it at his pile of clothes. "Repairo," he muttered. Seconds later his clothes sat somewhat repaired and folded on the floor. He got dressed. Harry then washed his mouth out at the basin. Then he stared at himself in the mirror. It took a few moments for him to remember the spells he used to create his zombie look, but manage to recreate it. Undoing the reparation spell took a bit more time. When he finished, he actually appeared more of a corpse than his first attempt. "Practice makes perfect," Harry mumbled one of Professor Flitwick's favorite phrases. Indeed, Harry's costume seemed more complete. With that he, too, left that bathroom and hoped the rest of the evening would help him forget the annoying encounter with Draco and his thugs. He admitted he did not get hurt and it only cost him time. When Harry reached the great heal, Răzvan and several of his friends pestered him about his lengthy absence. He decided truth would serve him better. Thus, he spent a few minute relating his run-in with Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle. Once he finished, he only got asked a couple of questions. However, Hermione's silence and disappearance with her date made him wonder. Răzvan also asked to be excused for a few minutes, and soon Harry stood with only Séamus and his date. Dean got bored of the story and went back to dancing with his young fellow from Hufflepuff. Ron and Colin never left the corner where it seemed the took part in a heated, long exchange. Harry sighed and went to go find a table. About a minute after he sat down alone, Răzvan returned. "I am for forgive for going," Răzvan asked in his broken English. "You sound angry. Did I do something wrong? I mean... I'm sorry I got caught by Draco..." "This you do not need forgive," Răzvan said in a gentler fashion, and then he sat down as well. His mid-transformation werewolf date quickly clasped his hand. They stared at one another, and then Răzvan began to smile. Harry felt a blush rise underneath his face paint, and he grinned. "I am to see you in with dragon," Răzvan managed to say in a quiet voice yet loud enough for Harry to hear. "This I think is bravest thing seen, and you make the words with dragon and help it. I go to say to Diktor this Snogwarts male I am liking. This is why he ask if this dancing with you is acceptable." "Very acceptable," Harry genuinely replied. "And you look really cute in your costume." "In Romania this not a play we do, Harry of Snogwarts..." "I told you, Răzvan, just call me Harry," he interjected and said through a smile. "Or should I call you Răzvan of Spurmstung?" "No, no. This what you say respect for you," Răzvan demurred. "Want to see how we show respect?" Răzvan nodded his head. Harry leaned in and planted his lips on the full ones of his date, who he honestly came to like quite a bit during the short time they spent together. Răzvan responded by slipping a hand around the back of Harry's head and applying himself to the gesture. It did not take long before tongues became involved. The famous young wizard noticed his body reacting in ways it did not with Draco. Harry started to encircle Răzvan's neck with arms. "Răzvan Dalca!" A stern male voice suddenly called out. It shocked both teenagers. They quickly parted. Harry then got to listen to the Spurmstung headmaster, Igor Krackhead, engaged in a furious lecture with Răzvan. His student looked abashed and sullen by the time the lean, wiry man, reportedly once a Dungeater, finished and departed. "I am told I am... my... acțiuni... do not belong to dance," Răzvan stumbled through his apology. "Oh, inappropriate behavior," Harry said and made a guess at the translation. "Your actions were perfect." While he kept his face slanted downward, Harry saw smirk appear on the lips of the dusky teenager. "I know a place where our... what did you call them?" "Acțiuni," Răzvan intoned. "Yeah, where that would more than acceptable." Răzvan's face split into a wider smile. "Meet me out in the hall in two minutes. I'll wait for you over by the stairs." "How will two minutes be known to me?" His date inquired. "When this song ends," Harry replied and estimated the Crypt Kicker Five tune would in that amount of time. Răzvan nodded his head without lifting it, but neither did his grin disappear. Harry got up and left the table. He affected an expression of being disappointed and slunk slowly out of the Great Hall. From the corner of his eye he saw the Spurmstung headmaster's face following him. He hoped two minutes would be enough to make the man think Răzvan called off their date. No one stopped him since the vast majority of students either gathered dancing around the stage where the band played or circled the table filled with snacks and treats. Thus, Harry departed alone through the one door held open for the event. He went to the stairs, waited, and made a long list of what he would like to learn about the handsome Spurmstung student. "Hoy, mate, where'd you get off to last night?" Ron sleepy asked him when Harry sneaked into the dorm room in the morning. "Um... just showed Răzvan around the castle grounds," Harry replied in a quiet voice. "Liar," Dean said. Harry gazed around and saw all but one of his dorm-mates staring at him with knowing looks. "We just kissed a lot. Răzvan was afraid Krackhead was going to find us and didn't want to take any of his costume off," he explained in earnest. "Fell asleep down by the Whacking Willow listening to it hit birds. We sort of got wrapped in each other's cloaks while we talked." "Ha!" Ron challenged. "Want to sniff my groin and see if I'm lying?" Harry threw down the gauntlet with the age-old reply. Once proclaimed, he would gladly let Ron or any of the others give him the smell test. It seemed to mollify the three awake roommates. "Shame that. That bloke is pretty fine, and he seemed to really like you, Harry," Ron commiserated with him. "Yeah. Great lips," Harry sighed in semi-disappointment. "Well, they'll be around for a while, so you'll get enough chances," Séamus encouragingly said. "Krackhead was pretty rough on all his students. He sent Kum off halfway through the night after getting too chummy with Pucey. Adrian got sent off too by Hagrid for acting the twit with Krackhead," Dean relayed. "I think Séamus and Dean were the only ones to have fun." Ron gloomily said. "Colin and me are done." "Like no one couldn't see that coming from the other side of the lake," Séamus rejoined. "Piss off, Finnegan," Weasley angrily replied. "Not like I didn't try..." "Ron, you said he fucked like a cross between a squirrel and a bunny. Half the hall heard you," Dean interjected. Ron folded his arms across his broad chest and sulked. Harry went to his bed and stood next to it while stripping off his clothes and wiping his face with his tee-shirt. He climbed onto the bed clad only in his underwear. The stove in the center of the room radiated a delicious warmth. Fortunately the teaching staff realized what would occur during the Halloween Mixer, and classes got canceled for the day. After trying to sleep out of doors cuddled next to Răzvan, Harry felt like he could sleep for another ten hours. The foolishness of his exploit never dawned on him. "Harry, Goo-eye was looking for you after the dance," Dean said, a person seemingly filled to the brim the goings-on of others. "Said he wanted to talk to you `bout some important things." "He'll probably try to kill you..." Séamus muttered and did not finish the statement. "Heard say his dick is shaped like his staff, so wouldn't want that used anywhere near me," Ron grumbled. The others in the room broke into laughter. It felt better to hear Ron make jokes instead of sulking in silence. He glanced around the room, and he spied Neville's face peeking out from under his covers. He looked wide awake to Harry, and his sly wink meant he heard everything. Harry smirked at his friend. "Pansy Parkinson said he got his johnson blown off during a fight with some Dungeaters back when He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Fucked was trying to take over. She said he lost his eye at the same time," Dean stated in a thoughtful manner. "Guess that's why he's always in such a bad mood." A general round of agreement ensued, although Harry knew the truth. It did, however, explain why the famed auror appeared to be perpetually grumpy if not downright hostile half the time. Harry saw Neville roll his eyes and make a dumb face. He took it to mean his roommate faking slumber did not agree. In response and in as casual a manner as possible, Harry let the hand laying in his hip slowly dangle in front of his groin. Then very gradually he started to trace along the glans of the pecker hidden behind the fabric of his skivvies. Only Neville and Ron could see, but Ron continued to debate the cause of Goo-eye Moody's disposition. Harry eventually brought himself to full arousal. "Why d'you think Dumbledore let that nutter start teaching Dark Arts?" Ron asked of no one in particular. "He probably experienced more than most, I suppose," Séamus speculated. "The codger's been on the front lines longer than most... `cept perhaps Dumbledore." "I overheard Madam Sinistra saying Snape almost burned down his office when he found out Goo-eye got the position. Think he's the one who cursed the spot of Defense Against Dark Arts?" Dean inquired of his friends. Harry took a moment while Ron and Séamus rounded on Dean that a teaching position could not be cursed. He glanced over at Neville's bed. A small amount of movement could just be detected in the blankets if one looked carefully enough for a long enough period of time. Neville raised his eyebrows several times while wearing a wicked grin. Harry felt his balls tingle in response. It seemed he and the quietest of the quintet might possibly attempt to pull off the impossible by pulling themselves off without tipping off their roommates. Harry's smile widened as he also waggled his eyebrows and accepted the challenged. The topic of conversation, in the meanwhile, turned to discussing what a prat Professor Snape could be nearly every time they interacted with him. Harry and Neville continued their private contest while Harry attempted to stay engaged in the chat. He wondered when the others would catch him at it.
<div id="readability-content"><h1>Harry Potter and the Loo of Desire Chapter 6</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> <p> This work is a parody of J.K Rowling's <u>Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire</u>, and it is not endorsed by either J.K. Rowling or her publishers. As a parody, this work is protected under the Fair Use Doctrine. </p> <p> The characterizations in this work deviate significantly from the original, and this does not imply these characterizations exist in the original work. The author received no financial compensation or endorsements for the production of this work.</p> <p> All characters in this story are fictional. This story depicts sexual acts between consenting minor males. This story is meant for entertainment purposes only and in no way reflects reality. Please be aware of local laws or ordinances that may prohibit the reading of such material.</p> <p> Comments regarding the story may be sent to dricshae(at)gmail(dot)com</p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Please support Nifty with donations if able. <a href="http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html">DONATE HERE</a> </span></span></span> </p> <hr> <h3>(A Parody)</h3> <h3>Chapter 6: Heading Toward the Witching Hour</h3> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">It took less than two days before the entire school talked about the fact Harry did not know the handlers and teachers charmed the dragons to keep them from killing participants or onlookers. He suspected Neville told Séamus, and Séamus acted as a source of gossip and news better than The Daily Profit and The Dribbler combined. People began to treat Harry much different than when his name flew out of the loo. The dragons, charmed or not, scared everyone. However, with the first challenge out of the way and Harry the clear winner, the slog toward the holidays began.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Halloween tended to be a special time of year for the students at Snogwarts. They could revel in their magical heritage, regardless of how recent, and take pride in being witch or a wizard. The Spurmstungs did not understand the manner in which the English celebrated, somewhat adopted from their American cousins. The eastern Europeans referred to the day as All Hallows Eve and tended to act a bit leery of the celebration. Professor Binns explained in some parts of the world, Halloween, a mutated contraction of the word the Spurmstungs used, proved a time when muggles would be on the hunt for magical folk. The collision of cultures spurred the Snogwarts students to make it extra special for their guests.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>They don't still burn `em the stake, do they?" Ron asked as they worked on a potion for Professor Snape.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Don't think so, but it didn't sound like the muggles don't</span></span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"> </span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>go easy on `em either," Harry rejoined as he carefully crushed giant stalk beans for the engorgement elixir. "Diktor made it sound like they get run out of their homes."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Getting bit chummy with Kum, huh?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry heard the jealousy in Ron's tone. While dressed in more or less the same outfit of dark pants, white shirt, a burgundy sweater with the house logo embroidered on the left breast, and a tie of the house colors under open black robes, Ron appeared unkempt. However, he managed to make it his style and he actually looked good. The youngest Weasley male also filled out the clothing far better than Harry. It gave him a quick inspiration on how to answer one of his best friends.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Diktor still talks about how you rooted him, Ron, so don't go thinking I've got something over on you. Just say the word and we'll bull run him again... with you in the lead."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry watched his ginger-haired friend go into mental paralysis from the combined compliment offered by his hero and a chance to go at him again. Professor Snape chose that moment to walk by. He smacked Ron in the side of the head with the thick volume, and Ron fell to the floor.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Turn down your flame before it boils the concoction and explodes, Weasley," the notoriously cranky professor snarled in wishy-washy manner. "Between you and Finnegan, you'll manage to burn down a stone castle."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry kept his faced schooled in an impassive expression until Snape headed toward another part of the class to terrorize other students. Then he bowed his head and silently laughed. Ron snorted, picked himself up from the floor, and looked aggrieved.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>How come you never get caught?" His best mate complained while rubbing the side of his head.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I get caught all the time and you know it," Harry countered.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>He does, Ron, but you take it personally," Hermione stated without looking up from her work.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ron knew better than to argue with her.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Taking anyone to the Halloween Mixer?" Harry asked in the hope he would learn something new. He asked the question nearly everyone seemed to be discussing.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Don't know yet. You?" Ron easily deflected.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>The champions are supposed to ask someone from one of the rival schools... and not another champion," he explained and quickly amended.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well, after your performance in the first trial, I'm sure any one of those sweaty Spurmstungs will go with you, Harry," Hermione grumbled. "But be careful: they really expected Diktor to win that one."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>She's got a point, Harry," Ron agreed at a low volume. "I've caught more than few giving you a look, and not a good one."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>They think you cheated. So do the Boobbeatons," Hermione said as she carefully diced sequoia needles, and she also let out a small sigh after the final word.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Who you taking, Hermione? Or did someone ask you?" Harry inquired and tried to make it sound chipper.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Sabine la Courantrouge," the young woman said the name as though expressing her deepest desire. "We've... been getting to know one another."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Heard tell you were locked up in one of the tower bathrooms for most of Sunday," Ron merrily stated.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yeah," Hermione breathed out the word and looked far into the distance.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry and Ron smirked at one another. They both knew they would pay for making Hermione spin into a daydream since it meant she did not pay attention to her potion. She stopped stirring as whatever filled her mind took over. Given the picky nature of most potions, it meant it would sour in just a few moments. The two male Gryffindors then began to apply themselves to their own potion. Fortunately, Séamus did, indeed, cause a minor explosion and fire that drew Snape's furious attention for the rest of the period.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">While Ron and Hermione went to their next classes, a rare period in which the three friends did not share, Harry contemplated Ron's question. Pressure would be applied to him to ask one of the Spurmstungs to the dance, and yet he only knew Diktor in any meaningful manner. That led to an idea, and one that could be solved during the lunch break. Thus, Harry headed for his Divination class suddenly feeling much better about the impending social event.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>When Halloween did arrive, Harry felt prepared. He asked Diktor to recommend one of his schoolmates who would be willing to attend the dance with Harry without trying to kill him or snatch him for a bull</span> <span>run. A couple of days after making the request, Diktor introduced him to a sixth-year Romanian Spurmstung who seemed positively delighted to attend the dance with Harry. A week before the dance they spent a few lunch periods together, and one stroll after classes along the castle grounds, getting to know one another. The dark-haired, dark-eyed young man with mildly dusky skin, full lips, and slightly sunken cheeks came from an ancient wizarding family loosely related to Vlad Teppish. Harry found Răzvan Dalca easy company to keep and began to look forward to the dance.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>When the night arrived, Harry met Răzvan in the foyer to the great hall. Harry surprised everyone by combing his hair and using a powerful spell to keep it in place, and donned a somewhat dusty suit. He also applied a thin layer of gray face paint and greenish lipstick. It took a while for anyone realize he dressed as a corpse. Răzvan applied crepe hair to his neck and the back of his hands, added a</span> <span>pointed teeth prosthetic, and it appeared as though he got caught mid-transformation into a werewolf. Harry liked the costume. Ron appeared with Colin, both looking miserable and neither in costume, to the bewilderment of his dormmates. Hermione burst in to the hall with her Boobbeatons</span> <span>escort, resplendent as cavewomen, and looked pleased beyond measure. It appeared the house prefects got the same instruction as the tournament champions, and each arrived with a member from one of the guest schools. The Slytherins kept mostly to themselves, while the Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaws paired off to each person's taste.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">It did not take long for the combined mass of teenagers to turn the simple dance into a raucous party. While most of the teachers stayed away, Madam Sprout, Rubass Hagrid, and Professor Flitwick acted as chaperons along with Madame Maximus from Boobbeatons and Headmaster Krackhead from Spurmstung. Someone understood teenagers and hired the Crypt Kicker Five band to perform for dance. Lighted pumpkins floated midway between the floor and the ceiling, and the ceiling got enchanted so it flashed with lightning every few minutes. Other Halloween decorations festooned the corners and walls. A delectable array of candy and other snacks awaited the revelers. Thus, it appeared as though Professor Dumbledore did not take part in the planning since he would likely try to cram everyone into the dungeon so he could eat alone in the great hall.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry and his date, Răzvan, danced both alone and with the other champions and their dates. He tried to interact with Ron and Colin, but their combined misery put up an effective blockade. Hermione and Sabine would dance, disappear, and then reappear looking happily flustered. The Boobbeatons and Spurmstungs seemed to be enjoying themselves, and all the Snogwarts students attributed it to the absence of both Dumbledore and Snape. Goo-eye Moody popped in</span> <span>every now and again to subject students to on-the-spot interrogations, but the guests thought it part of the Halloween charade. The band played their infectious and noisy brand of wizard popular music. It invited the students to dance, and dance they did.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>At one point Harry excused himself to use the restroom, and it took a few minutes to convince Răzvan he truly did need to use the facilities for the stated purpose. His date let him go with a faux sad expression. On his way out, both Ass Cleft and Diktor gave him a cheery thumbs-up regarding the success of the evening so far. Buoyed by their encouragement, Harry all but skipped to the restroom. He entered and whistled bit from a Crypt Kicker Five song. Suddenly, everything went dark as a heavy hood got placed over his head. Seconds later he got surrounded by people and brusquely ushered out of the bathroom. Harry laughed at first, and then he remembered Hermione's warning about the Spurmstungs. Two minutes passed as he got hauled down stairs and through hallways, leaving him completely baffled as to his location inside the castle. Harry got inelegantly dumped on the floor, the hood ripped from his head, and a bright light flooded his eyes.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Look who's mister popular tonight," Harry heard Draco Malfoy snarl. "Aren't you just the bleeding darling of the dance."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Draco, give it a rest and let me go," Harry replied and struggled against the powerful hands holding him down.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Oh, just want to run back to your mudblood friends, eh, and those nasty third-world Europeans?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You know Hermione is going to thump you when I tell her what you said..."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Not if I obliviate you first!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry's eyes adjusted somewhat to the glare of a wand clearly using the luminos spell. He turned his head to the side and could just make out Draco's profile. It did not surprise him in the least to find Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle holding his arms. While not the brightest students or the best of wizards, they possessed mass and muscle Harry could not overcome without the use of his wand. He heard and saw no one else, and then guessed Draco secreted him somewhere down on the dungeon level near the Slytherin dormitory.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yeah, do that and your father will spend a week trying to defend you to Dumbledore..." Harry started to explain.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ha! Like he'd care!" Draco snorted.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Let me finish, and McGonagall. You know she's just itching to get you tossed from Snogwarts `cause you father is a Dungeater," he warned his arch-nemesis.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Prove it! Prove my father..." Draco began to yell.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Let's see his left forearm, or maybe he always wears a jacket `cause a certain tattoo of a shit-eating skull is there! Your father is a dirty shit-eater and you know it!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry could feel Draco glaring at him. All Dungeaters got the same brown brand from Lord Holdequart back during the height of his power: the Dungmark. It signified one as a loyal follower of the crazed hermaphrodite.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>We were going to easy on you, but now..." and Draco let the unfinished statement hang for many seconds. "Okay, boys, strip him."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">That did not sound encouraging, and Harry began to struggle against his captors. Try as he might, Crabbe and Goyle proved the perfect thugs for the job. It only took them a few minutes to divest Harry of his clothing, ripping some in the process, and then holding his naked body on the floor. Draco stood over him.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Aren't we turning into the fine young man," Draco sarcastically drawled. "Got yourself some hair down there and everything. Do I see some on your chest, too?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What? Still waiting for puberty to hit and you wanted to see what it looks like?" Harry returned verbal fire.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">He saw Draco's face contort. The grip on his arms tightened. His mind began to imagine what terrible things Draco and his cronies would do, but it took on urgency when the thin, blond-as-to-be-white haired pinch-faced youth slipped his robe over his head. Draco, and Crab and Goyle for that matter, did not bother to wear a costume to the dance. Try as he might, his brain would not stop churning out one horrible, lurid idea after another. Harry tried not to watch, but Draco dug a heel into his ribs every time Harry turned his head to the side. Crabbe and Goyle snickered the entire time.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Why do you always avoid me, Potter? I was nice to you... once," Draco said while unbuttoning his shirt. "Didn't you like what we did together."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It, ah, left a little -- and I do mean little -- something to be desired," Harry retorted and immediately wished he chose a different tactic.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Draco's pale cheeks went flush. His compatriots stopped laughing. Draco stripped off his shirt and revealed one of the most meager, thinnest upper torsos Harry ever saw. Malfoy's skin glowed like an illuminated ghost. Each rib stood out in a nearly skeletal manner. Harry tried to keep his composure, but he kept comparing the boy standing above him to his best mate, Ron. Draco weighed perhaps half what Ron weighed. The sound of buckle tongue clanking against the frame got his attention. Draco then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. They instantly fell to his calves revealing stick like legs. His lower torso tried to make his white briefs tight, but Malfoy lacked to the physical mass and the undergarment hung lose on his hips. Moreover, Harry could not detect any noticeable bulge in the front.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Remember last time? We're gonna</span></span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"> </span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>do</span></span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"> </span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>more of the same," Draco threatened.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The threat eased Harry considerably. He started breathing easier. It simply meant Harry would experience the most unexceptional sex he could imagine. Given what else the trio could do to him in the privacy of a locked bathroom two floors below where the party took place, it seemed his luck held firm. Harry braced himself for what would likely be the dullest fifteen to twenty minutes of his life. He stared up at his antagonist.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Oh, yeah, we're going to give it to you good this time. You'll learn to fear the Slytherins, Potter!"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yeah. Sure. Right," Harry drolly agreed. "I'm shaking in my boots."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You're not wearing boots," Goyle muttered.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Shut up, you dolt," Draco snapped at his henchman.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry barely suppressed a laugh, but Draco caught his face twitching.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Think that's funny do you? How about this? Let me hear you laugh this off!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry used the tricks he learned in Professor Snape's class to keep his face perfectly still as Draco sneered and stepped out of his pants. Dressed only in his sagging white briefs, dark socks, and dark shoes, Malfoy looked comical. It got worse when he walked forward until he stood directly over Harry's head with his feet between his arms and sides. He slowly lowered himself until his crotch hovered above his face. Then, and Harry predicted it five seconds before, Draco dragged his cloth-covered scrotum across Harry's forehead.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I learned this in America. It's called teabagging," Draco growled.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Right. I get it. Like dipping a teabag into a pot or a cup," Harry replied.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Can you feel it? Can you feel my balls on your face, Potter?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Crabbe and Goyle started to snicker. Harry wanted to shrug his shoulders. He knew better than to tell Draco the only thing he felt came in the form of fabric. Malfoy's balls did not hang low enough or possess enough size to pull off the supposedly humiliating maneuver. Harry stored the idea in the back of his mind as something to try with Răzvan later in the evening. From the contours of the Romanian's crotch, Harry suspected</span> <span>a sack worthy of the practice lay in wait. As he endured another round of the tactic, he also thought it might work better without the underwear.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You don't seem at all bothered," Draco said when he stood up.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ever have Dean shoot a load... probably not," Harry began to reply and realized Dean Thomas would never sleep with Draco Malfoy, even on a bet or a dare.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>His response seemed to anger his tormentor a bit more. Draco divested himself of his underwear. It stunned Harry anew to see the teenager in state of full arousal. While never one to judge anyone on their sexual equipment, he could not stop while getting a good upward view of Malfoy. Testes the size of almonds got hugged close to the base of the hard shaft. That went a long way in explaining why Harry felt only the underwear on his forehead. Above that Draco's erection rose to an underwhelming ten centimeters and appeared no bigger around than Harry's thumb. It seemed as if time stood still in Draco's crotch even through the youth grew at least fifteen centimeters</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>in height since their first year. He wondered if Malfoy still awaited puberty, but then he saw the bush of off-white pubic hair at the base and descending down on either side of the scrotum toward the thighs. Neither a grower nor a shower, Harry thought.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well, at least you're up for the occasion," the naked young wizard held down on the floor quipped, and again berated himself for being unable to keep his mouth closed.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Think you're clever, eh?" Draco rumbled.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">He descended again, except this time he mashed the bottom of his pubic mound against Harry's mouth and nose. Regardless of whatever else Harry might think, he silently admitted Draco smelled fresh and clean. He thought he also detected a small whiff of cologne. It seemed at odds with the nasty personality contained in the person. Since he knew the completely ineffective torture would continue regardless of his reaction, Harry stuck out his tongue. Draco's mostly hairless scrotum and taint rubbed against it. After a few seconds, the body above him stopped.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Are you licking me?" Malfoy inquired and sounded a bit shocked.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yeah, a little," he admitted.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Why?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Bored, I guess," Harry confessed.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">His answer again seemed to infuriate the teenager. Draco suddenly shifted around and began to rub the head of his cock on Harry's lips. Harry, truly bored and equally unafraid, tried to shrug. He failed, so he just opened his mouth. Draco's short, thin hard-on slid inside.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Blimey, he's blowing you, Draco. You said he probably wouldn't," Crabbed muttered in his usual thick manner.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Don't you know what the word probably means?" Malfoy snorted out the question.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">He got no answer.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Still the cocksucker, huh?" Draco said to Harry.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>So are you," Harry said, easily speaking around the dick in his mouth. "At least you really seemed to like it that one time."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The white-haired teenager spit and sputtered in ire. Harry clamped his lips around the cock in is mouth and went to work for a few seconds. Draco's body shuddered in response and he stopped swearing. A strange notion bubbled up in his head. Could it be, he wondered, that no one in the Slytherin house engaged in sex? Harry knew both Gryffindor and Hufflepuff students seemed to be in sexual overdrive most of the time, and he heard the odd tale or two about some of the experimental sessions conducted in Ravenclaw. Moreover the visiting Boobbeatons and Spurmstung students appeared rather randy most of the time. He lost track of what he did while he thought, and Draco's sudden moaning brought him around.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Merlin's beard, you're good at that," Malfoy heaved out the words as he ground his crotch into Harry's face.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Thanks. I get a lot of practice," Harry rejoined with the erection still in his maw.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">A series of profane words drifted through the air. It dawned on Harry no matter what he said he would step in it. Draco began to grind his hips more fiercely in a circle. Since it did not seem anything else would happen, Harry resumed his work on his nemesis. He simply wanted it to end so he could return to the dance, and, thus, vigorously applied himself. Draco's motions slowed. He let out with a small barks and chirps. A minute went by and then two.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ugh," Crabbe rumbled from off to the side.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Crabbe, did you come?" Malfoy yelled.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Sorry, Draco, couldn't help it. Watching you and Harry, and him laying there all nude with his everything showing, I sort... I mean, I just touched it a little bit," Crabbe stuttered through his explanation.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well...</span></span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"> </span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>go wash your hands," Draco ordered like a mother.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Crabbe let got of his arm much to Harry's disbelief. Draco, however, did not move and his cock rested on Harry's tongue. Harry shrugged one shoulder since his other arm remained in the firm grasp of Goyle. Even as he continued to blow Draco, he turned his head a little. Goyle sat staring off into the distance. A quick glance at the stout teenager's crotch revealed Goyle did not react to what happened in front of him. He even looked bored. Harry could not imagine himself sitting before two boys engaged in sex, even in a limited fashion, and not reacting in some manner even if it meant just staring. At the moment he more or less sported an erection. An idea bubbled in his head as he righted it and returned to pleasuring Draco.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Barely a minute later Draco's entire body stiffened. A trickle of thin semen rolled across Harry's tongue. Seven seconds later Malfoy's body sagged and collapsed over Harry's head. Draco panted like he wrestled a troll. Harry used his one free arm to shove the thin boy's carriage</span> <span>to one side so he could breathe.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>How `bout it, Goyle? In for a quick fluff on Potter's</span></span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"> </span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>galleon?" Draco asked his crony.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Naw. I'm set," Goyle droned and let go of Harry's arm.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Sometimes I wonder about you," his titular leader exclaimed.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Looked fun and all, but... well, it's Potter and that don't interest me any," the thick young man answered in an unconvincing manner.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Another doubt got added to Harry's mental list. He heard Draco snort in derision. The white-haired boy then rolled to his left and completely off Harry. Harry sat up and glanced down at Draco. His penis also shriveled and shrank down to it's hooded peanut size. It almost disappeared in his nest of pubic hair.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Let that be a lesson to you, Potter," Draco sneered at him. "Next time it might go much worse for you."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What? Gonna hire the Spurmstung boys have a go at me?" Harry rejoined and realized yet again it would it do nothing more than anger Malfoy.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Draco sat up and glared at him. The two teenagers, one completely naked and the other with his pants around his ankles, fixed each other with a hard stare. Harry adopted an unapologetic stance.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You just watch yourself, Potter. You might think you're all high and mighty as the Boy-Who-Came, but not everything is always going to go your way," Draco warned him in a dire tone Harry found amusing. "You've still got to survive the tournament!"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I seemed to do okay on the last test," he said while watching his archenemy struggle to pull up his pants.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Draco hopped onto to his feet, finished his task, and said: </span>"<span>Laugh now while you can. It won't always be fun and games for you!" </span></span></span> </p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Believe me, Draco: this was not a game or fun for me," he said as he stared directly at Malfoy's crotch.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The white-haired Slytherin member huffed as the true meaning appeared to dawn on him.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Let's go, Goyle. We've got to find, Crabbe!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry held up his hand and said: "Bye, Draco. Next time try to last a little longer."</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Draco actually growled and stomped out of the bathroom with the apparently bored Gregory Goyle following in his wake. The door closed with a squeak. Harry got up, found his wand, and pointed it at his pile of clothes.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Repairo," he muttered.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Seconds later his clothes sat somewhat repaired and folded on the floor. He got dressed. Harry then washed his mouth out at the basin. Then he stared at himself in the mirror. It took a few moments for him to remember the spells he used to create his zombie look, but manage to recreate it. Undoing the reparation spell took a bit more time. When he finished, he actually appeared more of a corpse than his first attempt.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Practice makes perfect," Harry mumbled one of Professor Flitwick's favorite phrases.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Indeed, Harry's costume seemed more complete. With that he, too, left that bathroom and hoped the rest of the evening would help him forget the annoying encounter with Draco and his thugs. He admitted he did not get hurt and it only cost him time.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>When Harry reached the great heal, Răzvan and several of his friends pestered him about his lengthy absence. He decided truth would serve him better. Thus, he spent</span> <span>a few minute relating his run-in with Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle. Once he finished, he only got asked a couple of questions. However, Hermione's silence and disappearance with her date made him wonder. Răzvan also asked to be excused for a few minutes, and soon Harry stood with only Séamus and his date. Dean got bored of the story and went back to dancing with his young fellow from Hufflepuff. Ron and Colin never left the corner where it seemed the took part in a heated, long exchange. Harry sighed and went to go find a table.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>About a minute after he sat down alone, Răzvan returned.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I am for forgive for going," Răzvan asked in his broken English.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You sound angry. Did I do something wrong? I mean... I'm sorry I got caught by Draco..."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>This you do not need forgive," Răzvan said in a gentler fashion, and then he sat down as well.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>His mid-transformation werewolf date quickly clasped his hand. They stared at one another, and then Răzvan began to smile. Harry felt a blush rise underneath his face paint, and he grinned. </span></span></span> </p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I am to see you in with dragon," Răzvan managed to say in a quiet voice yet loud enough for Harry to hear. "This I think is bravest thing seen, and you make the words with dragon and help it. I go to say to Diktor this Snogwarts male I am liking. This is why he ask if this dancing with you is acceptable."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Very acceptable," Harry genuinely replied. "And you look really cute in your costume."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>In Romania this not a play we do, Harry of Snogwarts..."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I told you, Răzvan, just call me Harry," he interjected and said through a smile. "Or should I call you Răzvan of Spurmstung?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>No, no. This what you say respect for you," Răzvan demurred.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Want to see how we show respect?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Răzvan nodded his head. Harry leaned in and planted his lips on the full ones of his date, who he honestly came to like quite a bit during the short time they spent together. Răzvan responded by slipping a hand around the back of Harry's head and applying himself to the gesture. It did not take long before tongues became involved. The famous young wizard noticed his body reacting in ways it did not with Draco. Harry started to encircle Răzvan's neck with arms.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Răzvan Dalca!" A stern male voice suddenly called out.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It shocked both teenagers. They quickly parted. Harry then got to listen to the Spurmstung headmaster, Igor Krackhead, engaged in a furious lecture with Răzvan. His student looked abashed and sullen by the time the lean, wiry man, reportedly once a Dungeater, finished and departed.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I am told I am... my... acțiuni... do not belong to dance," Răzvan stumbled through his apology.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Oh, inappropriate behavior," Harry said and made a guess at the translation. "Your actions were perfect."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">While he kept his face slanted downward, Harry saw smirk appear on the lips of the dusky teenager.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I know a place where our... what did you call them?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Acțiuni," Răzvan intoned.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yeah, where that would more than acceptable."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Răzvan's face split into a wider smile.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Meet me out in the hall in two minutes. I'll wait for you over by the stairs."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>How will two minutes be known to me?" His date inquired.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>When this song ends," Harry replied and estimated the Crypt Kicker Five tune would in that amount of time.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Răzvan nodded his head without lifting it, but neither did his grin disappear. Harry got up and left the table. He affected an expression of being disappointed and slunk slowly out of the Great Hall. From the corner of his eye he saw the Spurmstung headmaster's face following him. He hoped two minutes would be enough to make the man think Răzvan called off their date. No one stopped him since the vast majority of students either gathered dancing around the stage where the band played or circled the table filled with snacks and treats. Thus, Harry departed alone through the one door held open for the event. He went to the stairs, waited, and made a long list of what he would like to learn about the handsome Spurmstung student.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Hoy, mate, where'd you get off to last night?" Ron sleepy asked him when Harry sneaked into the dorm room in the morning.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Um...</span></span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"> </span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>just showed Răzvan around the castle grounds," Harry replied in a quiet voice.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Liar," Dean said.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry gazed around and saw all but one of his dorm-mates staring at him with knowing looks.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>We just kissed a lot. Răzvan was afraid Krackhead was going to find us and didn't want to take any of his costume off," he explained in earnest. "Fell asleep down by the Whacking Willow listening to it hit birds. We sort of got wrapped in each other's cloaks while we talked."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ha!" Ron challenged.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Want to sniff my groin and see if I'm lying?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry threw down the gauntlet with the age-old reply. Once proclaimed, he would gladly let Ron or any of the others give him the smell test. It seemed to mollify the three awake roommates.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Shame that. That bloke is pretty fine, and he seemed to really like you, Harry," Ron commiserated with him.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yeah. Great lips," Harry sighed in semi-disappointment.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well, they'll be around for a while, so you'll get enough chances," Séamus encouragingly said.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Krackhead was pretty rough on all his students. He sent Kum off halfway through the night after getting too chummy with Pucey. Adrian got sent off too by Hagrid for acting the twit with Krackhead," Dean relayed.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I think Séamus and Dean were the only ones to have fun." Ron gloomily said. "Colin and me are done."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Like no one couldn't see that coming from the other side of the lake," Séamus rejoined.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Piss off, Finnegan," Weasley angrily replied. "Not like I didn't try..."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ron, you said he fucked like a cross between a squirrel and a bunny. Half the hall heard you," Dean interjected.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ron folded his arms across his broad chest and sulked. Harry went to his bed and stood next to it while stripping off his clothes and wiping his face with his tee-shirt. He climbed onto the bed clad only in his underwear. The stove in the center of the room radiated a delicious warmth. Fortunately the teaching staff realized what would occur during the Halloween Mixer, and classes got canceled for the day. After trying to sleep out of doors cuddled next to Răzvan, Harry felt like he could sleep for another ten hours. The foolishness of his exploit never dawned on him.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry, Goo-eye was looking for you after the dance," Dean said, a person seemingly filled to the brim the goings-on of others. "Said he wanted to talk to you `bout some important things."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>He'll probably try to kill you..." Séamus muttered and did not finish the statement.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Heard say his dick is shaped like his staff, so wouldn't want that used anywhere near me," Ron grumbled.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The others in the room broke into laughter. It felt better to hear Ron make jokes instead of sulking in silence. He glanced around the room, and he spied Neville's face peeking out from under his covers. He looked wide awake to Harry, and his sly wink meant he heard everything. Harry smirked at his friend.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Pansy Parkinson said he got his johnson blown off during a fight with some Dungeaters back when He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Fucked was trying to take over. She said he lost his eye at the same time," Dean stated in a thoughtful manner. "Guess that's why he's always in such a bad mood."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">A general round of agreement ensued, although Harry knew the truth. It did, however, explain why the famed auror appeared to be perpetually grumpy if not downright hostile half the time. Harry saw Neville roll his eyes and make a dumb face. He took it to mean his roommate faking slumber did not agree. In response and in as casual a manner as possible, Harry let the hand laying in his hip slowly dangle in front of his groin. Then very gradually he started to trace along the glans of the pecker hidden behind the fabric of his skivvies. Only Neville and Ron could see, but Ron continued to debate the cause of Goo-eye Moody's disposition. Harry eventually brought himself to full arousal.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Why d'you think Dumbledore let that nutter start teaching Dark Arts?" Ron asked of no one in particular.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>He probably experienced more than most, I suppose," Séamus speculated. "The codger's been on the front lines longer than most... `cept perhaps Dumbledore."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I overheard Madam Sinistra saying Snape almost burned down his office when he found out Goo-eye got the position. Think he's the one who cursed the spot of Defense Against Dark Arts?" Dean inquired of his friends.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry took a moment while Ron and Séamus rounded on Dean that a teaching position could not be cursed. He glanced over at Neville's bed. A small amount of movement could just be detected in the blankets if one looked carefully enough for a long enough period of time. Neville raised his eyebrows several times while wearing a wicked grin. Harry felt his balls tingle in response. It seemed he and the quietest of the quintet might possibly attempt to pull off the impossible by pulling themselves off without tipping off their roommates. Harry's smile widened as he also waggled his eyebrows and accepted the challenged. The topic of conversation, in the meanwhile, turned to discussing what a prat Professor Snape could be nearly every time they interacted with him. Harry and Neville continued their private contest while Harry attempted to stay engaged in the chat. He wondered when the others would catch him at it.</span></span></p> </div></div>
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Harry Potter and the Loo of Desire Chapter 7 This work is a parody of J.K Rowling's Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, and it is not endorsed by either J.K. Rowling or her publishers. As a parody, this work is protected under the Fair Use Doctrine. The characterizations in this work deviate significantly from the original, and this does not imply these characterizations exist in the original work. The author received no financial compensation or endorsements for the production of this work. All characters in this story are fictional. This story depicts sexual acts between consenting minor males. This story is meant for entertainment purposes only and in no way reflects reality. Please be aware of local laws or ordinances that may prohibit the reading of such material. Comments regarding the story may be sent to dricshae(at)gmail(dot)com Please support Nifty with donations if able. DONATE HERE (A Parody) Chapter 7: The Slog to the Holidays When classes resumed, all the students seemed a bit glum. They would face uninterrupted sessions until the winter holidays commenced, notably the Celebration of the Solstice and Yuletide, Boxing Day, and the observed muggle New Year. They would be forced to wait seven weeks, and to the teenagers its seemed a small eternity. Even the students from Boobbeatons and Spurmstung appeared to acknowledge the drudgery of it all. Following the Halloween Mixer, Harry noticed a change in his usual unusual life. Attention to the Bi-wizard Tournament meant his doings got reported in the wizarding daily newspapers gossip columns. Someone told about the night he spent sleeping outside with Răzvan. As a result, his partners who would seek out sexual dalliances with him disappeared for fear of becoming feed for the grist mill. Răzvan got put on a short leash by Krackhead, sometimes literally, and thus could not resume the friendly relations Harry hoped would develop. Even the ghosts who sometimes liked to watch him masturbate avoided him. Thus, day by day and week by week Harry grew increasingly frustrated. "It's not fair!" He bemoaned to Hermione and Ron during a rather dull lecture by Professor Binns. The day's lesson centered on the upcoming observance of The Peaking of Zebedee. It concerned day when the oldest known virgin in the wizarding world accidentally lost his virginity at the age of one hundred and nine in 1503. No one knew the precise day of the week when the act happened since it also killed him shortly thereafter. Thus, the final Sunday of November became the traditional day it got celebrated for its oddity even by wizarding standards. "Harry, no one wants to end up in Skeeter's column, so can you blame them?" Ron retorted. "Including you?" Harry fired back. Ron's face turned crimson and he looked away. "What about the Slytherins?" Hermione suggested. Both Harry and Ron let out with a bark of laughter. They got a short, stern talking to by Professor Binns that one should not laugh at the demise of a fellow wizard regardless of how absurd or bizarre the circumstances. They acted properly abashed for the benefit of the ethereal instructor, although they got several thumbs up signs from fellow students. "Right, so not the Slytherins," Hermione grumbled. People still talked about the incredible beating Hermione and two of her sister witches delivered to Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle for snagging Harry during the Halloween dance. Moreover, they cursed the three boys with a very localized, very specific, and very difficult to remove petrificus spell. The three teenage males endured a permanent erection for over a week until Madam Pomfrey figured out a way to reverse the curse. Word circulated throughout the school that no amount of masturbation could relieve the boys of their protrusion. It only served to enhance Hermione's reputation for viciousness. Professor Snape even indirectly complimented her on the spell since everyone feared naming the culprits. "'Sides, it's like having sex with my thumb... at best," Harry grumbled, although he did use his thumb on numerous occasion to stimulate his rectum. "And how come I don't hear you complaining about blue bullocks, Ron, since you broke up Colin?" "What? Didn't he tell you about him and Hopkins?" Hermione rhetorically asked, and received a nasty look from Ron. Ron then explained he and Wayne Hopkins sometimes met up to console one another. Apparently Hopkins and Eddie Carmichael ended a relationship of nearly two years within hours of Ron and Colin's dissolution. It seemed Carmichael favored Colin Creevey and went after the younger member of Gryffindor the very next day. Thus, Ron and Wayne shared more than one reason to be miserable together, and used it as an excuse to root one another whenever possible. "Hope Carmichael's as disappointed with the little bugger as I was," Ron grumbled and glowered. "Yeah, well, at least you've got someone to help you feel bad for yourself," Harry morosely rejoined. "It's just been me solo on the broomstick since then!" Harry caught Hermione and Ron giving one another a knowing glance, and he scowled at them because he thought he detected pity in their expression. Harry, due to the manner of his parents death and his upbringing, hated it when he thought people pitied him his past. Most of the students in the school knew to avoid such tactics. "Come off it, mate," Ron grumbled at him. "We've all been through a dry spell every once in a while." "If this is a dry spell, then I should be dead of thirst. It's been three weeks!" Harry snapped at his friend. Harry and Ron, and this time Hermione, received another lecture from Professor Binns for disrupting. He deducted five points each from Gryffindor House, and his schoolmates began casting dark glares at them. The three friends learned their lesson for the day and ceased their discussion. Harry lost track of the lecture and the traditions carried on in honor of Zebedee who endured over a century of no sex. The young wizard thought he would lose his mind if faced with the same predicament. Since the first time he discovered the magic of his penis years before while locked in the cupboard under the stairs, he found a steady stream of sex kept him from crumbling under the weight his famous name brought. During his first year at Hogwarts it appeared as if everyone wanted to sleep with him, including a few females who he declined. He granted the demanded slowed with each succeeding year if one discounted the curiosity and interest of the new students. Harry, however, preferred partners who knew what to do and what they wanted in return. It did not take long to learn first years lacked both endurance and experience, and it often lead him to wonder if he also performed in the same fashion. Harry suspected he did, but the fact simply got forgotten or distorted over time. The six days before The Peaking of Zebedee began to wear on Harry. His temper grew short. He spent an inordinate amount of time either locked in a bathroom stall or under his covers. The few times Harry approached various classmates to see if they might be interested, he got both brutally and gracefully turned down. Each person said the same thing: they did not want to read about themselves in the gossip columns. Frustrated and feeling more than alone, Harry went back to sulking under his covers while doing homework. He refused to sit in the common room or library where people would cast pitiful glances at him. "Harry?" Neville's voice slipped through the fabric. "Leave me be," Harry rumbled in response. He felt his bed jostle. It surprised him his roommate would be so forward. He pulled the covers from around his head. Neville gave him a long, sideways look. "What?" Harry snapped when the silence lingered too long. "You know, this is part of the reason why I've never been with anyone," Neville rejoined, and the answer stunned Harry. "Can't miss what you never had." Dressed in the familiar Hogwarts uniform and Gryffindor colors, Neville would not stand out in a crowd. However, Harry saw something in the expression of his friend that did not reflect pity, but rather a subdued curiosity. He slowly started to nod. "You wouldn't believe how much I miss... even just the little things like a kiss or... or... laying next to a guy. Now none of them will come near me. It's making me crazy, Neville!" He exclaimed. "The lack of sex or the being avoided part?" Neville asked in a measured fashion. Harry felt his mouth fall open. The quiet teenager framed the issue in a different light. It rocked Harry on his proverbial heels. "Maybe... both," he responded following ten seconds of trying to think it over. Neville kicked off his shoes and climbed further onto the bed near one of the posts. Then he did the unexpected. He continued moving forward and nudged Harry to the side. When enough space got opened, Neville sat down next to him and rested against the headboard. "You know my Gran thinks I might be a breeder," he quietly said. "Most everyone here does..." "I don't. I know you're not," Harry instantly countered. "Well, you're about the only one, Harry, and you can't imagine what it means to me. It makes me feel... I guess less strange. Less like the weirdo half of them think I am." "You're not a weirdo. Marcus Flint is a weirdo... maybe even a psychopath. You ever watch him in a match?" Neville bumped Harry's shoulder with his own and said: "It's stuff like that that you do for me that means everything. It's not huge, but it's really important." "What? Just being nice?" Harry asked, confused. Neville nodded his head. Harry turned his head a little and stared at his friend's profile. Once again he caught a glimpse of deep sadness. He knew about what happened to Neville's parents when Professor Dumbledore accidentally let the information slip during a drunken admonishment of Harry regarding how he got his name in the magic loo. Harry tried to explain he did not do it, but Dumbledore did not believe him and asked Harry if he wanted to end up like the Longbottoms: tortured into insanity with sexual ambiguity by one of Holdequart's followers. Since that day, he looked at Neville in a different light. It explained why he got raised by his vacuum-riding grandmother. "It doesn't hurt to be nice to people. Makes life a little more pleasant to be honest. You're a decent bloke, Neville. Have some faith in yourself," Harry stated after the myriad of thoughts rampaged through his head. "I used to envy you, you know, but after the last few years and what you told me over by the herbology gardens, not any more. I started to see how hard it must be for you. Then all this champion stuff. It kind of surprised when you didn't go round the bend after that challenge," Neville remarked. "You saved me there. And I didn't forget what I still owe you for pointing me to the books." "You don't owe me anything." "Says you! You're the only one who gave me any useful advice," Harry rounded on his friend. "Did I tell what the next challenge is?" Neville shook his head. "Well, the lead up to next challenge," he amended. "There something written on that butt-plug I pulled from the dragon... or maybe hidden inside. I don't know. All I know is I've got to get the message in order to get prepared for the next tournament test." Both Harry and Neville turned their heads to gaze at the object sitting on Harry' nightstand. Harry invited anyone who wanted to investigate the over-sized butt-plug to see if they could solve the mystery. He never explained in detail to any other what he told Neville. "Looks perfectly smooth," Neville quipped. "I know. Right! I've tried half a dozen spells on it, and they just bounced off the surface," Harry said. "Maybe... maybe you need to sit on it," his friend suggested. "Fuck off! That'd kill me! It's as big as my head!" Neville chuckled and grinned. "It's not funny!" Harry rumbled and knocked his shoulder against Neville's. "I've got to present my answer to the tournament committee the day after classes resume from the holidays." "Well, that still gives you five, no, six weeks. You've got time to figure it out. Why not talk to the other champions and see if they've figured it out?" Neville suggested. Harry let his head hang down and shook it while he said: "I really need to talk to you first about this stuff, Neville. I was running around in mental circles and never thought to ask them." "I can think calmly about it since I don't have to face whatever nightmare they've got planned for you next." "If this gets me the answer, then I..." Harry started to say. "Don't owe me anything," Neville interjected. "You've already done more than enough for me." Harry felt his throat tighten from the deep gratitude he immediately felt for his friend. "Tell you what," Neville said and glanced around. "Since we got the room to ourselves, how about a quick toss off. I could use it." "Each other?" Harry expectantly asked. "Um... maybe... maybe later. I, ah, well, I really sort of like watching you, Harry. I was sort of hoping I could see you more up close this time." "You can see me up close whenever you want, Neville... and I could really use this to. At least you're not afraid to see my willy." Neville chuckled, and he started to undo his pants at the same time as Neville. Harry raced to beat him. Soon both wiggled their bottoms so they could slide their pants down. Much to his delight, Neville actually moved closer to him. When their naked buttocks touched, Harry's pecker grew even firmer. Moreover, Harry liked studying Neville in closer proximity. He first noticed the fine shape of Neville's thighs. Beneath the light layer of small but dark hairs, they looked fairly well muscled and it puzzled Harry. However, his friend's stiff pole of meat demanded his attention. Harry licked his lips as he looked at the rigid shaft. It seemed even more beautiful just a centimeters away rather than from across the room. Harry seized his swollen organ and started pumping. "Slow down, Harry. We probably got time, so let's take it easy. Gives me a chance to memorize what I see," the quarter-nude teenager said to him. Harry nodded in agreement, and it took a strong force of will to slow his hand. He watched Neville's long fingers wrap gently around his very slightly curved erection. His hand began to slide up and down at a sluggish pace. Harry decided to match him stroke for stroke. At the same time his mind also focused on the firmness of and heat emanating from the ass cheek touching his. He needed to figure out how Neville, who never participated in any sports, manage to make himself so fit. It became a second consideration as he enjoy the first moments of anything near sex he experienced in weeks. Harry sighed with relief, and Neville did the same as they leaned back and relaxed. They seemed to slip outside of time as they pleasured themselves and took pleasure in watching one another. It gave harry the stamina to carry on for another day. "I do not know `ow to break ziss puzzle," Foul grumped at the three males sitting around the library table. She flipped her hair to one side, and struck Cedric Diggory in the face with it. The Peaking of Zebedee celebration meal ended half an hour before. While not nearly as sumptuous as the main holiday feasts, it did include several dishes the students normally did not get to enjoy on a regular basis. The only drawback came in being forced to listen to both Professor Dumbledore and Professor Binns expound on the meaning of the celebration. Professor Binns droned on for almost an hour before the headmaster unceremoniously interrupted the short specter. "Yes, thank you, Professor Binns. Very enlightening. The students are thrilled," the elderly living man said in a totally dismissive manner. "Now, children, what lesson can we really take from Zebedee? Was he a great wizard? Hell, no. He was awful. If they had OWLs back in his day, he'd've failed each and every one of them." The students became bit more enlivened at hearing Professor Dumbledore take potshots at a historical figure. "Truly a terrible figure of a wizard, but amazing in his ability to abstain from sex." They all sat upright to pay attention. "Why did Zebedee do it? Why did he spend his entire life avoiding intimate, physical contact with other people... besides people being the most awful, wretched things? Why, just look at yourselves. The lot of you dirty and disheveled. You ate like pigs, and some of you even grunted. I heard you. Should transform this entire bunch into swine right now and be done with it. We can make ham and sausages out of you over the winter." The younger heads all ducked when the headmaster whipped out his wand and unsteadily waved it back and forth. While most probably felt certain he would not unleash a spell, or at least possessed faith the teaching staff would stop him in order to save their cushy jobs, Dumbledore could accidentally let loose with some errant magic. The Great Hall still bore scorch marks from past misfires from the headmaster. "Truly, every day I look out the window in my office and see you scurrying about like rats or cockroaches, and I have to come up with a new reason each night not blow up the castle while you're tucked in your beds," he raged at the assembled since he apparently found his favorite theme. "And would your parents really miss anyone of you? Likely not, and this causes a terrible strain in my head. Right here. Just above my left eyebrow." He pressed a gnarled old finger to his forehead and winced. While he stood pointing out the location of his perceived pain, Professor McGonagall stealthily came up behind the man dressed in a dingy gray gown and who started to wobble behind the lectern. The students in the front could hear her hissing into his ear. "That about does it for this year's The Peaking of Zebedee remembrance. Now go on and get out of here. Be in your houses by eight chimes and lights out a ten," she said to the students. They glanced at one another. "Or would you rather hear the rest of the headmaster's speech?" It looked like a muggle fire drill magically took place. The students all but fled from the hall. Professor McGonagall sounded as if she made a promise more than a threat. During the rush, Harry managed to corral Diktor and then Ass Cleft. From there, the three teenage males went in search of Foul DelaCunt and cornered her before she could escape the castle proper. The Boobbeatons took refuge in the old refurbished Budd RB-1 Conestoga cargo plane they magically altered. It sat within the Snogwarts' stables. Not only could it comfortably house the Boobbeaton battalion of students, it also held prisoner the four Pegasus they maimed in order to get the behemoth of an aircraft to fly. The engines did not function, and the propellers only spun around due to air flow over the blades. Everyone thought it looked like a flying dildo, and it seemed appropriate for the purpose it served. "I have never even used one of zese... things," Foul finished her complaint. "Maybe only Hagrid ever used a plug this size," Ass Cleft tried to diplomatically state. Harry snorted in amusement as he thought of Hagrid's gigantic ass. "But they promised us a clue is somehow contained in or on it. Have any of you made any progress in figuring it out?" Three heads shook from side to side in answer to Ass Cleft's question. "It could help if we knew who made it," Diktor said in his thick Bulgarian accent. From the start of their meeting, Harry and Diktor started playing footsies. As he spoke he slid his foot up the back of Harry's calf. Harry shuddered in want. "I, ah... ah-h-h-h-h," Harry breathed and stuttered. "Maybe, ah... ah... could get Ron to, um... uh, ask his brother if... if... if... if he kn... knows." "What is wrong with you?" Ass Cleft demanded. "I think ziss one," and Foul indicated Diktor, "is sticking his toes up ze little boy's trou de cul... his -- `ow you say -- asshole." "Guys, can you please knock it off for a little while?" Ass Cleft pleaded. "And sit up, Harry." Harry slid down in his chair as Diktor's foot toyed with his crotch. He feared he might ejaculate in his pants, but that did not worry him. The jerk-off session with Neville helped reduce his most urgent needs, but those began to renew by the evening of that day. Harry desperately needed to have real sex with someone. Thus, he almost made his way to floor where he planned on dragging Diktor. Instead, he pushed himself upward while his frustrations grew. "I like your idea of finding out if Charlie Weasley knows who produced the butt-plugs. He did survive the Horny-tail attack, didn't he?" Diggory said and forced them back on task. "Yeah. He got little scorched, but they saw it coming. Most `em got away... most," Harry informed the group, and then grew solemn on the final word. His competition all gave him a disdainful look for a few seconds. The library seemed incredibly silent in that moment. Since he missed the instructions on the challenge day, he also did not know to ignore the dragons in case they asked to be freed. However, Harry felt smugly satisfied in helping the beast. Few people ever got directly addressed by a dragon and lived to talk about it. "How long for his answer? Hmm?" Diktor inquired. "Depends on where Charlie is. We'll probably have to run the message through Mr. and Mrs. Weasley..." "What about using an owl?" Cedric interjected. "Think you can get one to fly into dragon territory?" Harry countered. Ass Cleft made an oh with his pert lips. Harry considered jumping onto the table and ramming his painfully hard erection into the inviting orifice. He started to tremble as he thought about it. "Okay, I see your point. I'll let you figure out how to contact him," Diggory said while looking askance at Harry. "'Ow do we know zis boy will share his information with us?" Foul inquired as she flipped her hair yet again. Diktor caught it in true skeeter fashion and gave it a rough yank. Foul let out with a sharp yell. Several people shushed her from different areas. Diktor and Foul glanced around to see the source: a number of students who hung out in the library waiting for the opportunity to shush a person. They did not know about the weird contest between a certain segment of the student body. "Look, Foul, I didn't want to even be in this tournament," Harry said and did nothing to suppress his smirk at Diktor. "I just want to get through it alive. I don't care who wins, so I'll tell you everything I find out. I'll even post it on the pick-up pillar out in the courtyard!" Ass Cleft grinned at Harry's declaration. A broken pillar served as a place where students posted notices of being available for sex. Harry tried it. No one answered his plea. However, the notion valuable tournament information would be plastered on the pillar clearly amused Diggory. "We need zis knowledge as soon as possible. Zere is only five more weeks before we questioned on ze butt-plug, no?" Miss DelaCunt haughtily reminded them. "Roughly," Harry said and winked at Diktor. Diktor snickered and hunkered down in his heavy fur cloak. Harry suspected the young man might be tossing off underneath. He wanted to climb under the library table to find out. "Try to find out by Yuletide Ball, Harry, would you?" Ass Cleft requested. "Did you say you want to ball me?" Harry immediately pounced on a single word since he did not really pay attention. "No, Harry," Cedric said through a laugh. "I asked if you can find out what you can from Charlie by the Yuletide Ball." "Oh, that. Yeah. Sure. I'll try." Being physically close to both Ass Cleft and Diktor left Harry with decreasing amounts of self-control. His mind ambled back to the afternoon following the first challenge when the two handsome young men personally saw to his well-being in the baths. The memory made Harry's testicles hurt with want. "Well, anybody have anything else to add?" Ass Cleft queried and glanced around. Diktor simply shook his head. Foul looked elsewhere. Harry shrugged his shoulders. "Right. Guess that ends it. We'll talk again at the ball." "Ball," Harry repeated the last word and let his head drop to the table. It made a loud thump that elicited several shushes. Harry did not see the others depart as he wrestled with his near debilitating desire for sex. His mind riffled through numerous possible candidates, but most already rejected him. Some he rejected due to their Slytherin allegiance. It seemed he ran out of options and considered going to see Mr. Felch for some of the Floppy Cock Potion. While it would not relieve his sexual tensions, Harry knew it would make his dick hurt less. He almost decided on that course when a small face popped into his head. "No," he said to himself. "Wouldn't be fair." His cock pulsed in his pants. "Shut up. I'm not listening to you." Once more the round face with the square chin, the mousy hair, gray eyes, and over-eager expression floated through his mind. It taunted him. Harry knew he could get laid by that person, but it might come at a terrible price. He did not want to pay it. The heat of need in his groin started to boil. It told him to be honest with the boy right from the start: that it only amounted to sex and nothing else. "He's so young," Harry berated the idea. His brain reminded him he engaged in a number of flings and one-night stands with sixth years during his first year. Oliver Wood, a very apt name if Harry ever heard one, treated him like a personal pincushion throughout the entire fappitch season. Many of the boys with whom he slept did so simply to touch his accidental fame, and his his scarred penis. Even though he knew he got used by a third of the company he kept, Harry enjoyed every moment of it. He knew from a young age during his days in the cupboard under the stairs while he discovered the range of delights his body could bring that he would completely and fully explore his desires, needs, and wants. "Oh, all right," he sighed and glared at very noticeable lump in his pants. "You win." Ten minutes later he heard himself speaks words the common room Harry never imagined would cross his lips: "Anyone seen Dennis Creevey around?" An hour later he felt physically relieved, but emotionally compromised. He repeatedly told Dennis during their hyperactive and extraordinarily gymnastic sexual session the encounter meant nothing more than the sex. Dennis said he understood, but comments later in the hour told Harry Dennis started to read too much into his motives. Before he left Dennis' room he sat the boy down and carefully, expressly, and methodically explained his position one last time. He made Dennis repeat many of the statements. He asked at every pause of Dennis truly understood what Harry meant. Dennis said he did. "He didn't understand," he mumbled as he walked to the bathing facility to try and wash the shame from his body. "And where the hell did he learn to rut like that?" The tryst with Dennis Creevey served as the start of the holiday season for Harry, but it carried ominous overtones. He and Ron worked together to craft a message to the Weasley parents they should forward to Charlie. Ron knew from a letter his sister Giney received, he never got letters because Ron refused to write in return, that Charlie got stationed somewhere in Africa to study the rare Egyptian Fromunderwyrm. The note the two friends crafted spelled out exactly what the Weasley parents should ask when they next spoke to their son, Charlie. They decided to trust Headwig with the message instead of Errol. "How long before they answer, do you think?" Harry asked as they watched Headwig take wing in the cold morning air. "You're guess is good as mine, mate, but we did ask them to find out at least a week before Yuletide," Ron replied. "That's less than four weeks, Ron. The Yule Dance is on the twenty-first." "Well, for your sake I hope Headwig can fly fast." It seemed the beautiful wings of Headwig carried tremendous weight. Since the start of November Harry found it impossible to entice Ron into any sexual activity. It formed part of the reason he broke down and took a turn with Dennis. Sometimes Ron disappeared for entire afternoons following classes. He wondered what his best friend did during those times, but found spying on his friend distasteful. By the start of December, two days after they sent Headwig on her message mission to The Bunghole, curiosity got the better of him. Harry donned his invisibility cloak and went quietly scuttling through the castle the next time Ron pulled his disappearing trick the following Friday after classes ended. It surprised him when he saw Ron slip into the prefects' bathroom on the fifth floor and slide the occupied indicator into place. It locked the door and made it impervious to the alohamora spell. Once the door got sealed, Harry slid invisibly from his hiding spot behind the statue of Boris the Buggerer and went to it. He pressed his ear to the keyhole. The sound of kissing, big sloppy kissing, invaded his hearing first. Although he and Ron never kissed, he saw his best mate slobber all over Colin Creevey on too many occasion to not know the sound of Ron's kiss. He heard the mumble of voices, but no distinct words. Harry paused and waited and waited while listening in. "Vie ste kato yadosana mechka v malka koshara," a familiar voice grunted and heaved. "What?" Ron asked in his usual befuddled manner. "You are like angry bear in a small den," Diktor said and laughed. "Is compliment, Weasley." "Oh," Ron replied and sounded please. "Like this?" Only Ron's heavy testes could make the slapping sound Harry heard next. "Dah! Dah!" Diktor said in unison to the other noise. Harry did not know if he should feel bad, confused, happy, or left out. Mostly he felt left out. The fact Ron and Diktor became a clandestine couple further mixed his feelings. It suddenly made sense why Harry never once heard Ron complain of going without sex. Like Harry, Ron also possessed a very healthy and demonstrably strong sexual appetite. Diktor made some feral noise for a long while. Harry wondered just how emotionally attached they became since Halloween and the dissolution of Ron and Colin's relationship. "What do you say about invading Devon, England, for a while?" Ron cheesily inquired after a while. "Podgotvete se za voĭnika," Diktor responded and sounded bit giddy. "What? I don't know Bulgarian," the youngest Weasley male pleaded. "I am soldier getting ready to march." "Oh! Better be a full force invasion, then!" Ron and Diktor started to laugh. Harry backed away from the door. It seemed Ron finally found someone who could meet his needs, and it came in the form of a young professional fappitch player Ron worshiped for years. Even from across the hall Harry could hear Ron's initial groan of intense delight. Harry broke into a trot to avoid hearing more. Under his invisibility cloak he felt more alone than ever as he wended his way back to the Gryffindor tower. He and Ron argued in the past, sometimes fought, but they always managed to work out whatever difficulties faced them. Without needing to be told Harry knew no space existed for him between Ron and Diktor. The stone walls of Snogwarts offered no comfort to the young wizard. Try as he might as the days wore on, Harry could not stop the discovery of his best friend's private affair from affecting him. He became increasing glum. It did not go unnoticed. "Look, Harry, they'll get an answer to us in time," Ron said during potions class the following week when Harry's behavior became more pronounced. "Yeah, I guess they will," Harry replied in a flat tone. "Correct me if I'm wrong," Hermione whispered a line no one would dare enact, "but I thought you wanted out of the tournament. Here's your chance to avoid it altogether." Harry looked around. Professor Snape's lay on his desk at the front of the room, the black soiled cloak partially draped over his head, his mouth open, and snores tearing through the air around him. The man lapsed into a seeming coma within seconds after delivering the day's assignment. The air reeked like a cleaning solvent in his immediate vicinity. Thus, it appeared safe to carry on a quiet conversation. "But I'll still get the punishment for failing the challenge, and it doesn't get me out of the third one," he explained again. Hermione frowned. She did not like it when her suggestions missed the mark. It offended her intelligence and sensibilities. She worked on her potion by preparing ingredients as the cauldron water heated. "What about using the Flue Network from Hagrid's hut?" She proffered. "He's not connected. Only the headmaster's flue is part of it. Dumbledore's afraid students will use the network to try and escape school. Least that's what my mum told me," Ron answered. Hermione's face scrunched into a frightful scowl. He hair started waving in it's own; thus providing evidence she intended to make a magical strike. Harry and Ron scuttled around to the other side of the workbench. They watched her with carefully schooled neutral expressions. "Well, then just wait for the bleeding answer from The Bunghole," she growled at them. "That's what I've been telling him all along," Ron half-shouted at her. "Weasley!" Snape's voice roared from the front of the room. By pure instinct Ron instantly dropped to his knees. A small cauldron sailed over is head and struck Hermione square in the face. She screamed as blood flew in all directions from her nose while she cartwheeled off her chair. As a single unit the classroom turned and stared at the potion's master. He sat weaving on his stool, his eyes clearly unfocused, and drool running down his chin. "Hundred points to Gryffindor for... you know why. Just... just... get her to the hospital wing," Professor Snape said, slurring several words, and then his head dropped heavily back to the table. Harry and Ron did not waste time. While Ron collected the belongings of all of them. Harry raced to Hermione's aid. One foot slipped in a patch of blood, and he fell to the floor. Unfortunately, he neatly elbowed his second best friend in the sternum while trying to catch himself. Hermione let out a strangled cry. As he repeatedly apologize to her, Harry assisted her to her feet. With Ron stationed on the other side, they helped her stumble out of the classroom. In time-honored and well-rehearsed ritual, the trio aimed straight for the first stairwell. The set Hermione down while Harry pulled out his wooden wand. With it aimed steadily at Hermione's bloody and already swollen nose, he incanted: "Emaculo perfectus." Three seconds later Hermione looked no different than she did ten minutes before. "Thanks, Harry," she warmly said as she punched him in the stomach. "Next time watch where your walking." "Right," Harry wheezed and blinked back tears. The female of the trio stood and took her bookbag from Ron. She glanced at the two of them for a few seconds. She shook her head. "What?" Ron inquired in his unique and somewhat dull Ron manner. "He's pathetic, and you're an idiot if you can't figure out what's really going on," Hermione berated both of them at the same time. "I'm off to find Sabine for tender loving care." "But I already fixed your nose and stomach," Harry stated the obvious. "How about if I cram your face into my gash `til I'm satisfied?" Harry dry-heaved at the bare idea of it. "Thought so. See you back in the common room later tonight," she said and almost turned it into a song. "Do you think we'll survive when she takes over the world?" Ron asked. "For a little while at least," Harry speculated. They glanced at each other and smirked. "Want to go watch the elf fights down at Hagrid's? We might pull some galleons from the seventh years if you flirt with him," Ron suggested. "Yeah. All right," Harry agreed since otherwise he would just hole up in the dorm room and read the Bi-Wizard Tournament history book. The two started up the steps. The clack of their shoes echoed through the empty halls and stairwell. When they reached the main hall, they carefully scanned the area. It would not do to run into either a teacher or Peeves. The poltergeist would mercilessly pester them before going to tell an instructor they no longer sat in a class. Once it seemed safe, they raced through the foyer to the front door and slipped through with none the wiser. It took less than minute before they arrived at the switchback trail leading to Hagrid's hut. "Harry, what'd she mean I haven't figured out what's going on?" Ron asked. It made Harry wonder exactly how much Hermione did piece together. As the smartest witch in their class and probably the whole school, he would not put it past her to know everything. However and despite his feelings, Harry did not want to tarnish Ron's time with Diktor. Thus, he shrugged his shoulders and affected a confused air. "Like I would know," he replied. "Why'd she call me pathetic?" "Seen how you've been acting lately, mate? I've had cheerier times at some funerals what with you moping about the place. What's gotten into you, Harry?" Ron countered. "Noting, and that's the problem right there." "What about Dennis?" "Piss off, Ron. You know I did that `cause I was totally desperate," Harry railed at his friend while they managed the downward slope. "How was he, though? Anything like Colin?" Ron pried. "Not really. I mean, yeah, sure, he fucks like a billiwig that got into Hagrid's coffee, but he can go forever. Plus, he knows his way around a dick. I was kind of surprised to tell you the truth." "What the hell happened to Colin then?" Harry shrugged again. They made their way to Hagrid's while discussing the differences between the Creevey brothers. It gnawed at Harry that he might need to visit Dennis a second time.
<div id="readability-content"><h1>Harry Potter and the Loo of Desire Chapter 7</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> <p> This work is a parody of J.K Rowling's <u>Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire</u>, and it is not endorsed by either J.K. Rowling or her publishers. As a parody, this work is protected under the Fair Use Doctrine. </p> <p> The characterizations in this work deviate significantly from the original, and this does not imply these characterizations exist in the original work. The author received no financial compensation or endorsements for the production of this work.</p> <p> All characters in this story are fictional. This story depicts sexual acts between consenting minor males. This story is meant for entertainment purposes only and in no way reflects reality. Please be aware of local laws or ordinances that may prohibit the reading of such material.</p> <p> Comments regarding the story may be sent to dricshae(at)gmail(dot)com</p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Please support Nifty with donations if able. <a href="http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html">DONATE HERE</a> </span></span></span> </p> <hr> <h3>(A Parody)</h3> <h3>Chapter 7: The Slog to the <span face="Liberation Serif, serif"><span size="4"><b>Holidays</b></span></span></h3> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">When classes resumed, all the students seemed a bit glum. They would face uninterrupted sessions until the winter holidays commenced, notably the Celebration of the Solstice and Yuletide, Boxing Day, and the observed muggle New Year. They would be forced to wait seven weeks, and to the teenagers its seemed a small eternity. Even the students from Boobbeatons and Spurmstung appeared to acknowledge the drudgery of it all.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Following the Halloween Mixer, Harry noticed a change in his usual unusual life. Attention to the Bi-wizard Tournament meant his doings got reported in the wizarding daily newspapers gossip columns. Someone told about the night he spent sleeping outside with Răzvan. As a result, his partners who would seek out sexual dalliances with him disappeared for fear of becoming feed for the grist mill. Răzvan got put on a short leash by Krackhead, sometimes literally, and thus could not resume the friendly relations Harry hoped would develop. Even the ghosts who sometimes liked to watch him masturbate avoided him. Thus, day by day and week by week Harry grew increasingly frustrated.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It's not fair!" He bemoaned to Hermione and Ron during a rather dull lecture by Professor Binns.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The day's lesson centered on the upcoming observance of The Peaking of Zebedee. It concerned day when the oldest known virgin in the wizarding world accidentally lost his virginity at the age of one hundred and nine in 1503. No one knew the precise day of the week when the act happened since it also killed him shortly thereafter. Thus, the final Sunday of November became the traditional day it got celebrated for its oddity even by wizarding standards.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry, no one wants to end up in Skeeter's column, so can you blame them?" Ron retorted.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Including you?" Harry fired back.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ron's face turned crimson and he looked away.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What about the Slytherins?" Hermione suggested.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Both Harry and Ron let out with a bark of laughter. They got a short, stern talking to by Professor Binns that one should not laugh at the demise of a fellow wizard regardless of how absurd or bizarre the circumstances. They acted properly abashed for the benefit of the ethereal instructor, although they got several thumbs up signs from fellow students.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Right, so not the Slytherins," Hermione grumbled.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">People still talked about the incredible beating Hermione and two of her sister witches delivered to Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle for snagging Harry during the Halloween dance. Moreover, they cursed the three boys with a very localized, very specific, and very difficult to remove petrificus spell. The three teenage males endured a permanent erection for over a week until Madam Pomfrey figured out a way to reverse the curse. Word circulated throughout the school that no amount of masturbation could relieve the boys of their protrusion. It only served to enhance Hermione's reputation for viciousness. Professor Snape even indirectly complimented her on the spell since everyone feared naming the culprits.</span></span></p> <p> "'<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Sides, it's like having sex with my thumb... at best," Harry grumbled, although he did use his thumb on numerous occasion to stimulate his rectum. "And how come I don't hear you complaining about blue bullocks, Ron, since you broke up Colin?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What? Didn't he tell you about him and Hopkins?" Hermione rhetorically asked, and received a nasty look from Ron.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ron then explained he and Wayne Hopkins sometimes met up to console one another. Apparently Hopkins and Eddie Carmichael ended a relationship of nearly two years within hours of Ron and Colin's dissolution. It seemed Carmichael favored Colin Creevey and went after the younger member of Gryffindor the very next day. Thus, Ron and Wayne shared more than one reason to be miserable together, and used it as an excuse to root one another whenever possible.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Hope Carmichael's as disappointed with the little bugger as I was," Ron grumbled and glowered.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yeah, well, at least you've got someone to help you feel bad for yourself," Harry morosely rejoined. "It's just been me solo on the broomstick since then!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry caught Hermione and Ron giving one another a knowing glance, and he scowled at them because he thought he detected pity in their expression. Harry, due to the manner of his parents death and his upbringing, hated it when he thought people pitied him his past. Most of the students in the school knew to avoid such tactics.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Come off it, mate," Ron grumbled at him. "We've all been through a dry spell every once in a while."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>If this is a dry spell, then I should be dead of thirst. It's been three weeks!" Harry snapped at his friend.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry and Ron, and this time Hermione, received another lecture from Professor Binns for disrupting. He deducted five points each from Gryffindor House, and his schoolmates began casting dark glares at them. The three friends learned their lesson for the day and ceased their discussion.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry lost track of the lecture and the traditions carried on in honor of Zebedee who endured over a century of no sex. The young wizard thought he would lose his mind if faced with the same predicament. Since the first time he discovered the magic of his penis years before while locked in the cupboard under the stairs, he found a steady stream of sex kept him from crumbling under the weight his famous name brought. During his first year at Hogwarts it appeared as if everyone wanted to sleep with him, including a few females who he declined. He granted the demanded slowed with each succeeding year if one discounted the curiosity and interest of the new students. Harry, however, preferred partners who knew what to do and what they wanted in return. It did not take long to learn first years lacked both endurance and experience, and it often lead him to wonder if he also performed in the same fashion. Harry suspected he did, but the fact simply got forgotten or distorted over time.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>The six days before The Peaking of Zebedee began to wear on Harry. His temper grew short. He spent an inordinate amount of time either locked in a bathroom stall or under his covers. The few times</span> <span>Harry approached various classmates to see if they might be interested, he got both brutally and gracefully turned down. Each person said the same thing: they did not want to read about themselves in the gossip columns. Frustrated and feeling more than alone, Harry went back to sulking under his covers while doing homework. He refused to sit in the common room or library where people would cast pitiful glances at him.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry?" Neville's voice slipped through the fabric.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Leave me be," Harry rumbled in response.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">He felt his bed jostle. It surprised him his roommate would be so forward. He pulled the covers from around his head. Neville gave him a long, sideways look.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What?" Harry snapped when the silence lingered too long.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You know, this is part of the reason why I've never been with anyone," Neville rejoined, and the answer stunned Harry. "Can't miss what you never had."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Dressed in the familiar Hogwarts uniform and Gryffindor colors, Neville would not stand out in a crowd. However, Harry saw something in the expression of his friend that did not reflect pity, but rather a subdued curiosity. He slowly started to nod.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You wouldn't believe how much I miss... even just the little things like a kiss or... or... laying next to a guy. Now none of them will come near me. It's making me crazy, Neville!" He exclaimed.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>The lack of sex or the being avoided part?" Neville asked in a measured fashion.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry felt his mouth fall open. The quiet teenager framed the issue in a different light. It rocked Harry on his proverbial heels.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Maybe...</span></span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"> </span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>both," he responded following ten seconds of trying to think it over.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville kicked off his shoes and climbed further onto the bed near one of the posts. Then he did the unexpected. He continued moving forward and nudged Harry to the side. When enough space got opened, Neville sat down next to him and rested against the headboard.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You know my Gran thinks I might be a breeder," he quietly said. "Most everyone here does..."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I don't. I know you're not," Harry instantly countered.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well, you're about the only one, Harry, and you can't imagine what it means to me. It makes me feel... I guess less strange. Less like the weirdo half of them think I am."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You're not a weirdo. Marcus Flint is a weirdo</span></span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">... </span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>maybe even a psychopath. You ever watch him in a match?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville bumped Harry's shoulder with his own and said: "It's stuff like that that you do for me that means everything. It's not huge, but it's really important."</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What? Just being nice?" Harry asked, confused.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville nodded his head. Harry turned his head a little and stared at his friend's profile. Once again he caught a glimpse of deep sadness. He knew about what happened to Neville's parents when Professor Dumbledore accidentally let the information slip during a drunken admonishment of Harry regarding how he got his name in the magic loo. Harry tried to explain he did not do it, but Dumbledore did not believe him and asked Harry if he wanted to end up like the Longbottoms: tortured into insanity with sexual ambiguity by one of Holdequart's followers. Since that day, he looked at Neville in a different light. It explained why he got raised by his vacuum-riding grandmother.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It doesn't hurt to be nice to people. Makes life a little more pleasant to be honest. You're a decent bloke, Neville. Have some faith in yourself," Harry stated after the myriad of thoughts rampaged through his head.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I used to envy you, you know, but after the last few years and what you told me over by the herbology gardens, not any more. I started to see how hard it must be for you. Then all this champion stuff. It kind of surprised when you didn't go round the bend after that challenge," Neville remarked.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You saved me there. And I didn't forget what I still owe you for pointing</span></span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"> </span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>me to the books."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You don't owe me anything."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Says you! You're the only one who gave me any</span></span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"> </span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>useful advice," Harry rounded on his friend. "Did I tell what the next challenge is?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville shook his head.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well, the lead up to next challenge," he amended. "There something written on that butt-plug I pulled from the dragon... or maybe hidden inside. I don't know. All I know is I've got to get the message in order to get prepared for the next tournament test."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Both Harry and Neville turned their heads to gaze at the object sitting on Harry' nightstand. Harry invited anyone who wanted to investigate the over-sized butt-plug to see if they could solve the mystery. He never explained in detail to any other what he told Neville.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Looks perfectly smooth," Neville quipped.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I know. Right! I've tried half a dozen spells on it, and they just bounced off the surface," Harry said.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Maybe...</span></span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"> </span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>maybe you need to sit on it," his friend suggested.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Fuck off! That'd kill me! It's as big as my head!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville chuckled and grinned.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It's not funny!" Harry rumbled and knocked his shoulder against Neville's. "I've got to present my answer to the tournament committee the day after classes resume from the holidays."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well, that still gives you five, no, six weeks. You've got time to figure it out. Why not talk to the other champions and see if they've figured it out?" Neville suggested.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry let his head hang down and shook it while he said: "I really need to talk to you first about this stuff, Neville. I was running around in mental circles and never thought to ask them."</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I can think calmly about it since I don't have to face whatever nightmare they've got planned for you next."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>If this gets me the answer, then I..." Harry started to say.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Don't owe me anything," Neville interjected. "You've already done more than enough for me."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry felt his throat tighten from the deep gratitude he immediately felt for his friend.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Tell you what," Neville said and glanced around. "Since we got the room to ourselves, how about a quick toss off. I could use it."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Each other?" Harry expectantly asked.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Um...</span></span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"> </span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>maybe... maybe later. I, ah, well, I really sort of like watching you, Harry. I was sort of hoping I could see you more up close this time."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You can see me up close whenever you want, Neville... and I could really use this to. At least you're not afraid to see my willy."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Neville chuckled, and he started to undo his pants at the same time as Neville. Harry raced to beat him. Soon both wiggled their bottoms so they could slide their pants down. Much to his delight, Neville actually moved closer to him. When their naked buttocks touched, Harry's pecker grew even firmer. Moreover, Harry liked studying Neville in closer</span> <span>proximity. He first noticed the fine shape of Neville's thighs. Beneath the light layer of small but dark hairs, they looked fairly well muscled and it puzzled Harry. However, his friend's stiff pole of meat demanded his attention. Harry licked his lips as he looked at the rigid shaft. It seemed even more beautiful</span> <span>just a centimeters</span> <span>away rather than from across the room. Harry seized his swollen organ and started pumping.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Slow down, Harry. We probably got time, so let's take it easy. Gives me a chance to memorize what I see," the quarter-nude teenager said to him.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry nodded in agreement, and it took a strong force of will to slow his hand. He watched Neville's long fingers wrap gently around his very slightly curved erection. His hand began to slide up and down at a sluggish pace. Harry decided to match him stroke for stroke. At the same time his mind also focused on the firmness of and heat emanating from the ass cheek touching his. He needed to figure out how Neville, who never participated in any sports, manage to make himself so fit. It became a second consideration as he enjoy the first moments of anything near sex he experienced in weeks.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry sighed with relief, and Neville did the same as they leaned back and relaxed. They seemed to slip outside of time as they pleasured themselves and took pleasure in watching one another. It gave harry the stamina to carry on for another day.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I do not know `ow to break ziss puzzle," Foul grumped at the three males sitting around the library table. She flipped her hair to one side, and struck Cedric Diggory in the face with it.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The Peaking of Zebedee celebration meal ended half an hour before. While not nearly as sumptuous as the main holiday feasts, it did include several dishes the students normally did not get to enjoy on a regular basis. The only drawback came in being forced to listen to both Professor Dumbledore and Professor Binns expound on the meaning of the celebration. Professor Binns droned on for almost an hour before the headmaster unceremoniously interrupted the short specter.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yes, thank you, Professor Binns. Very enlightening. The students are thrilled," the elderly living man said in a totally dismissive manner. "Now, children, what lesson can we really take from Zebedee? Was he a great wizard? Hell, no. He was awful. If they had OWLs back in his day, he'd've failed each and every one of them."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The students became bit more enlivened at hearing Professor Dumbledore take potshots at a historical figure.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Truly a terrible figure of a wizard, but amazing in his ability to abstain from sex."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">They all sat upright to pay attention.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Why did Zebedee do it? Why did he spend his entire life avoiding intimate, physical contact with other people... besides</span></span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"> </span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>people being</span></span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"> </span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>the most awful, wretched things? Why, just look at yourselves. The lot of you dirty and disheveled. You ate like pigs, and some of you even grunted. I heard you. Should transform this entire bunch into swine right now and be done with it. We can make ham and</span></span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"> </span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>sausages out of you over the winter."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The younger heads all ducked when the headmaster whipped out his wand and unsteadily waved it back and forth. While most probably felt certain he would not unleash a spell, or at least possessed faith the teaching staff would stop him in order to save their cushy jobs, Dumbledore could accidentally let loose with some errant magic. The Great Hall still bore scorch marks from past misfires from the headmaster.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Truly, every day I look out the</span></span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"> </span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>window in my office and see you scurrying about like rats or cockroaches, and</span></span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"> </span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I</span></span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"> </span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>have to come up with a new reason each night not blow up the castle while you're</span></span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"> </span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>tucked in your beds," he raged at the assembled since he apparently found his favorite theme. "And would your parents really miss anyone of you? Likely not, and this causes a terrible strain in my head. Right here. Just above my left eyebrow."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>He pressed a gnarled old finger to his forehead and winced. While he stood pointing out the location of his perceived pain, Professor McGonagall stealthily came up behind the man dressed in a dingy gray gown and who started to wobble behind the lectern. The students in the front could hear her hissing into his ear.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>That about does it for this year's The Peaking of Zebedee remembrance. Now go on and get out of here. Be in your houses by eight chimes and lights out a ten," she said to the students.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">They glanced at one another.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Or would you rather hear the rest of the headmaster's speech?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">It looked like a muggle fire drill magically took place. The students all but fled from the hall. Professor McGonagall sounded as if she made a promise more than a threat. During the rush, Harry managed to corral Diktor and then Ass Cleft. From there, the three teenage males went in search of Foul DelaCunt and cornered her before she could escape the castle proper.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The Boobbeatons took refuge in the old refurbished Budd RB-1 Conestoga cargo plane they magically altered. It sat within the Snogwarts' stables. Not only could it comfortably house the Boobbeaton battalion of students, it also held prisoner the four Pegasus they maimed in order to get the behemoth of an aircraft to fly. The engines did not function, and the propellers only spun around due to air flow over the blades. Everyone thought it looked like a flying dildo, and it seemed appropriate for the purpose it served.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I have never even used one of zese... things," Foul finished her complaint.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Maybe only Hagrid ever used a plug this size," Ass Cleft tried to diplomatically state.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry snorted in amusement as he thought of Hagrid's gigantic ass.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>But they promised us a clue is somehow contained in or on it. Have any of you made any progress in figuring it out?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Three heads shook from side to side in answer to Ass Cleft's question.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It could help if we knew who made it," Diktor said in his thick Bulgarian accent.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">From the start of their meeting, Harry and Diktor started playing footsies. As he spoke he slid his foot up the back of Harry's calf. Harry shuddered in want.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I, ah... ah-h-h-h-h," Harry breathed and stuttered. "Maybe, ah... ah... could get Ron to, um... uh, ask his brother if... if... if... if he kn... knows."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What is wrong with you?" Ass Cleft demanded.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I think ziss one," and Foul indicated Diktor, "is sticking his toes up ze little boy's trou de cul... his -- `ow you say -- asshole."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Guys, can you please knock it off for a little while?" Ass Cleft pleaded. "And sit up, Harry."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry slid down in his chair as Diktor's foot toyed with his crotch. He feared he might ejaculate in his pants, but that did not worry him. The jerk-off session with Neville helped reduce his most urgent needs, but those began to renew by the evening of that day. Harry desperately needed to have real sex with someone. Thus, he almost made his way to floor where he planned on dragging Diktor. Instead, he pushed himself upward while his frustrations grew.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I like your idea of finding out if Charlie Weasley knows who produced the butt-plugs. He did survive the Horny-tail attack, didn't he?" Diggory said and forced them back on task.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yeah. He got little scorched, but they saw it coming. Most `em got away... most," Harry informed the group, and then grew solemn on the final word.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">His competition all gave him a disdainful look for a few seconds. The library seemed incredibly silent in that moment. Since he missed the instructions on the challenge day, he also did not know to ignore the dragons in case they asked to be freed. However, Harry felt smugly satisfied in helping the beast. Few people ever got directly addressed by a dragon and lived to talk about it.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>How long for his answer? Hmm?" Diktor inquired.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Depends on where Charlie is. We'll probably have to run the message through Mr. and Mrs. Weasley..."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What about using an owl?" Cedric interjected.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Think you can get one to fly into dragon territory?" Harry countered.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ass Cleft made an oh with his pert lips. Harry considered jumping onto the table and ramming his painfully hard erection into the inviting orifice. He started to tremble as he thought about it.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Okay, I see your point. I'll let you figure out how to contact him," Diggory said while looking askance at Harry.</span></span></span></p> <p> "'<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ow do we know zis boy will share his information with us?" Foul inquired as she flipped her hair yet again.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Diktor caught it in true skeeter fashion and gave it a rough yank. Foul let out with a sharp yell. Several people shushed her from different areas. Diktor and Foul glanced around to see the source: a number of students who hung out in the library waiting for the opportunity to shush a person. They did not know about the weird contest between a certain segment of the student body.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Look, Foul, I didn't want to even be in this tournament," Harry said and did nothing to suppress his smirk at Diktor. "I just want to get through it alive. I don't care who wins, so I'll tell you everything I find out. I'll even post it on the pick-up pillar out in the courtyard!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ass Cleft grinned at Harry's declaration. A broken pillar served as a place where students posted notices of being available for sex. Harry tried it. No one answered his plea. However, the notion valuable tournament information would be plastered on the pillar clearly amused Diggory.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>We need zis knowledge as soon as possible. Zere is only five more weeks before we questioned on ze butt-plug, no?" Miss DelaCunt haughtily reminded them.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Roughly," Harry said and winked at Diktor.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Diktor snickered and hunkered down in his heavy fur cloak. Harry suspected the young man might be tossing off underneath. He wanted to climb under the library table to find out.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Try to find out by Yuletide Ball, Harry, would you?" Ass Cleft requested.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Did you say you want to ball me?" Harry immediately pounced on a single word since he did not really pay attention.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>No, Harry," Cedric said through a laugh. "I asked if you can find out what you can from Charlie by the Yuletide Ball."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Oh, that. Yeah. Sure. I'll try."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Being physically close to both Ass Cleft and Diktor left Harry with decreasing amounts of self-control. His mind ambled back to the afternoon following the first challenge when the two handsome young men personally saw to his well-being in the baths. The memory made Harry's testicles hurt with want.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well, anybody have anything else to add?" Ass Cleft queried and glanced around.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Diktor simply shook his head. Foul looked elsewhere. Harry shrugged his shoulders.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Right. Guess that ends it. We'll talk again at the ball."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ball," Harry repeated the last word and let his head drop to the table. It made a loud thump that elicited several shushes.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry did not see the others depart as he wrestled with his near debilitating desire for sex. His mind riffled through numerous possible candidates, but most already rejected him. Some</span> <span>he rejected due to their Slytherin allegiance. It seemed he ran out of options and considered going to see Mr. Felch</span> <span>for some of the Floppy Cock Potion. While it would not relieve his sexual tensions, Harry knew it would make his dick hurt less. He almost decided on that course when a small face popped into his head.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>No," he said to himself. "Wouldn't be fair."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">His cock pulsed in his pants.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Shut up. I'm not listening to you."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Once more the round face with the square chin, the mousy hair, gray eyes, and over-eager expression floated through his mind. It taunted him. Harry knew he could get laid by that person, but it might come at a terrible price. He did not want to pay it. The heat of need in his groin started to boil. It told him to be honest with the boy right from the start: that it only amounted to sex and nothing else.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>He's so young," Harry berated the idea.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">His brain reminded him he engaged in a number of flings and one-night stands with sixth years during his first year. Oliver Wood, a very apt name if Harry ever heard one, treated him like a personal pincushion throughout the entire fappitch season. Many of the boys with whom he slept did so simply to touch his accidental fame, and his his scarred penis. Even though he knew he got used by a third of the company he kept, Harry enjoyed every moment of it. He knew from a young age during his days in the cupboard under the stairs while he discovered the range of delights his body could bring that he would completely and fully explore his desires, needs, and wants.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Oh, all right," he sighed and glared at very noticeable lump in his pants. "You win."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ten minutes later he heard himself speaks words the common room Harry never imagined would cross his lips: "Anyone seen Dennis Creevey around?"</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>An hour later he felt physically relieved, but emotionally compromised. He repeatedly told Dennis during their hyperactive and extraordinarily gymnastic sexual session the encounter meant nothing more than the sex. Dennis said he understood, but comments later in the hour told Harry Dennis started to read too much into his motives. Before he left Dennis' room he sat the boy down and carefully, expressly, and methodically explained his position one last time. He made Dennis repeat many of the statements. He asked at every pause of Dennis truly understood what Harry meant. Dennis said he did.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>He didn't understand," he mumbled as he walked to the bathing facility to try and wash the shame from his body. "And where the hell did he learn to rut</span></span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"> </span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>like that?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span><span>The tryst with Dennis Creevey served as the start of the holiday season for Harry, but it carried ominous overtones. He and Ron worked together to craft a message to the Weasley parents they should forward to Charlie. Ron knew from a letter his sister Giney received, he never got letters because Ron refused to write in return, that Charlie got stationed somewhere in Africa to study the rare Egyptian Fromunderwyrm. The note the two friends crafted spelled out exactly what the Weasley parents should ask when they next spoke to their son, Charlie. They decided to trust Headwig with the message instead of Errol.</span></span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>How long before they answer, do you think?" Harry asked as they watched Headwig take wing in the cold morning air.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You're guess is good as mine, mate, but we did ask them to find out at least a week before Yuletide," Ron replied.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>That's less than four weeks, Ron. The Yule Dance is on the twenty-first."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well, for your sake I hope Headwig can fly fast."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">It seemed the beautiful wings of Headwig carried tremendous weight.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Since the start of November Harry found it impossible</span> <span>to entice Ron into any sexual activity. It formed part of the reason he broke down and took a turn with Dennis. Sometimes Ron disappeared for entire afternoons</span> <span>following classes. He wondered what his best friend did during those times, but found spying on his friend distasteful. By the start of December, two days after they sent Headwig on her message mission to The Bunghole, curiosity got the better of him. Harry donned his invisibility cloak and went quietly scuttling through the castle the next time Ron pulled his disappearing trick the following Friday after classes ended.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It surprised him when he saw Ron slip into the prefects' bathroom on the fifth floor and slide the occupied indicator into place. It locked the door and made it impervious to the alohamora spell. Once the door got sealed, Harry slid invisibly from his hiding spot behind the statue of Boris the Buggerer and went to it. He pressed his ear to the keyhole. The sound of kissing, big sloppy kissing, invaded his hearing first. Although he and Ron never kissed, he saw his best mate slobber all over Colin Creevey on too many occasion to not know the sound of Ron's</span> <span>kiss. He heard the mumble of voices, but no distinct words. Harry paused and waited and waited while listening in.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span>Vie ste kato yadosana mechka v malka koshara," a familiar voice grunted and heaved.</span></p> <p> "<span>What?" Ron asked in his usual befuddled manner.</span></p> <p> "<span>You are like angry bear in a small den," Diktor said and laughed. "Is compliment, Weasley."</span></p> <p> "<span>Oh," Ron replied and sounded please. "Like this?"</span></p> <p> Only Ron's heavy testes could make the slapping sound Harry heard next.</p> <p> "<span>Dah! Dah!" Diktor said in unison to the other noise.</span></p> <p> <span>Harry did not know if he should feel bad, confused, happy, or left out. Mostly he felt left out. The fact Ron and Diktor became a clandestine couple further mixed his feelings. It suddenly made sense why Harry never once heard Ron complain of going without sex. Like Harry, Ron also possessed a very healthy and demonstrably strong sexual appetite. Diktor made some feral noise for a long while. Harry wondered just how emotionally attached they became since Halloween and the dissolution of Ron and Colin's relationship. </span> </p> <p> "<span>What do you say about invading Devon, England, for a while?" Ron cheesily inquired after a while.</span></p> <p> "<span>Podgotvete se za voĭnika," Diktor responded and sounded bit giddy.</span></p> <p> "<span>What? I don't know Bulgarian," the youngest Weasley male pleaded.</span></p> <p> "<span>I am soldier getting ready to march."</span></p> <p> "<span>Oh! Better be a full force invasion, then!"</span></p> <p> Ron and Diktor started to laugh.</p> <p> <span>Harry backed away from the door. It seemed Ron finally found someone who could meet his needs, and it came in the form of a young professional fappitch player Ron worshiped for years. Even from across the hall Harry could hear Ron's initial groan of intense delight. Harry</span> <span>broke into a trot to avoid hearing more. Under his invisibility cloak he felt more alone than ever as he wended his way back to the Gryffindor tower. He and Ron argued in the past, sometimes fought, but they always managed to work out whatever difficulties faced them. Without needing to be told Harry knew no space existed for him between Ron and Diktor.</span></p> <p> The stone walls of Snogwarts offered no comfort to the young wizard.</p> <p> <span>Try as he might as the days wore on, Harry could not stop the</span> <span>discovery of his best friend's private affair from affecting him. He became increasing glum. It did not go unnoticed.</span></p> <p> "<span>Look, Harry, they'll get an answer to us in time," Ron said during potions class the following week when Harry's behavior became more pronounced.</span></p> <p> "<span>Yeah, I guess they will," Harry replied in a flat tone.</span></p> <p> "<span>Correct me if I'm wrong," Hermione whispered a line no one would dare enact, "but I thought you wanted out of the tournament. Here's your chance to avoid it altogether."</span></p> <p> <span>Harry looked around. Professor Snape's lay on his desk at the front of the room, the black soiled cloak partially draped over his head, his mouth open, and snores tearing through the air around him. The man lapsed into a seeming coma within seconds after delivering the day's assignment. The air</span> <span>reeked like a cleaning solvent in his immediate vicinity. Thus, it appeared safe to carry on a quiet conversation.</span></p> <p> "<span>But I'll still get the punishment for failing the challenge, and it doesn't get me out of the third one," he explained again.</span></p> <p> Hermione frowned. She did not like it when her suggestions missed the mark. It offended her intelligence and sensibilities. She worked on her potion by preparing ingredients as the cauldron water heated.</p> <p> "<span>What about using the Flue Network from</span> <span>Hagrid's hut?" She proffered.</span></p> <p> "<span>He's not connected. Only the headmaster's flue is part of it. Dumbledore's afraid students will use the network to try and escape school. Least that's what my</span> <span>mum told me," Ron answered.</span></p> <p> <span>Hermione's face scrunched into a frightful scowl. He hair started waving in it's own; thus providing evidence she intended to make a magical strike. Harry and Ron scuttled around to the other side of the workbench. They watched her with carefully schooled neutral expressions.</span></p> <p> "<span>Well, then just wait for the bleeding answer from The Bunghole," she growled at them.</span></p> <p> "<span>That's what I've been telling him all along," Ron half-shouted at her.</span></p> <p> "<span>Weasley!" Snape's voice roared from the front of the room.</span></p> <p> <span>By pure instinct Ron instantly dropped to his knees. A small cauldron sailed over is head and struck Hermione square in the face. She screamed as blood flew in all directions from her nose while she cartwheeled off her chair.</span> <span>As a single unit the classroom turned and stared at the potion's master. He sat weaving on his stool, his eyes clearly unfocused, and drool running down his chin.</span></p> <p> "<span>Hundred points</span> <span>to Gryffindor for... you know why. Just... just...</span> <span>get her to the hospital wing," Professor Snape said, slurring several words, and then</span> <span>his head dropped heavily back to the table.</span></p> <p> <span>Harry and Ron did not waste time. While Ron collected the belongings of all of them. Harry raced to Hermione's aid. One foot slipped in a patch of blood, and he fell to the floor. Unfortunately, he neatly elbowed his second best friend in the sternum while trying to catch himself. Hermione let out a strangled cry. As he repeatedly apologize to her, Harry assisted</span> <span>her to her feet. With Ron stationed</span> <span>on the other side, they helped her stumble out of the classroom. In time-honored and well-rehearsed ritual, the trio aimed straight for the first stairwell. The set Hermione down while Harry pulled out his wooden wand.</span></p> <p> <span>With it aimed steadily at Hermione's bloody and already swollen nose, he incanted: "</span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Emaculo perfectus."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Three</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>seconds later Hermione looked no different than she did ten minutes before.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Thanks, Harry," she warmly said as she punched him in the stomach. "Next time watch where your walking."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Right," Harry wheezed and blinked back tears.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>The female of the trio stood and took her bookbag from Ron. She glanced at the two of them for a few seconds. She shook her head.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What?" Ron inquired in his unique and somewhat dull Ron manner.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>He's pathetic, and you're an idiot if you can't figure out what's really going on," Hermione berated both of them at the same time. "I'm off to find Sabine for tender loving care."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>But I already fixed your nose and stomach," Harry stated the obvious.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>How about if I cram your face into my gash</span></span></span> `<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>til I'm satisfied?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry dry-heaved at the bare idea of it.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Thought so. See you back in the common room later tonight," she said and almost turned it into a song.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Do you think we'll survive when she takes over the world?" Ron asked.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>For a little while at least," Harry speculated.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">They glanced at each other and smirked.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Want to go watch the elf fights down at Hagrid's? We might pull some galleons from the seventh years if you flirt with him," Ron suggested.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yeah. All right," Harry agreed since otherwise he would just hole up in the dorm room and read the Bi-Wizard Tournament history book.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The two started up the steps. The clack of their shoes echoed through the empty halls and stairwell. When they reached the main hall, they carefully scanned the area. It would not do to run into either a teacher or Peeves. The poltergeist would mercilessly pester them before going to tell an instructor they no longer sat in a class. Once it seemed safe, they raced through the foyer to the front door and slipped through with none the wiser. It took less than minute before they arrived at the switchback trail leading to Hagrid's hut.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry, what'd she mean I haven't figured out what's going on?" Ron asked.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">It made Harry wonder exactly how much Hermione did piece together. As the smartest witch in their class and probably the whole school, he would not put it past her to know everything. However and despite his feelings, Harry did not want to tarnish Ron's time with Diktor. Thus, he shrugged his shoulders and affected a confused air.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Like I would know," he replied. "Why'd she call me pathetic?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Seen how you've been acting lately, mate? I've had cheerier times at some funerals what with you moping about the place. What's gotten into you, Harry?" Ron countered.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Noting, and that's the problem right there."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What about Dennis?"</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Piss off, Ron. You know I did that `cause I was totally desperate," Harry railed at his friend while they managed the downward slope.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>How was he, though? Anything like Colin?" Ron pried.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Not really. I mean, yeah, sure, he fucks like a billiwig that got into Hagrid's coffee, but he can go forever. Plus, he knows his way around a dick. I was kind of surprised to tell you the truth."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What the hell happened to Colin then?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry shrugged again. They made their way to Hagrid's while discussing the differences between the Creevey brothers. It gnawed at Harry that he might need to visit Dennis a second time.</span></span></span></p> </div></div>
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Harry Potter and the Loo of Desire Chapter 2 This work is a parody of J.K Rowling's Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, and it is not endorsed by either J.K. Rowling or her publishers. As a parody, this work is protected under the Fair Use Doctrine. The characterizations in this work deviate significantly from the original, and this does not imply these characterizations exist in the original work. The author received no financial compensation or endorsements for the production of this work. All characters in this story are fictional. This story depicts sexual acts between consenting minor males. This story is meant for entertainment purposes only and in no way reflects reality. Please be aware of local laws or ordinances that may prohibit the reading of such material. Comments regarding the story may be sent to dricshae(at)gmail(dot)com Please support Nifty with donations if able. DONATE HERE (A Parody) Chapter 2: Greasing the Loo Within a few days word quickly spread throughout Snogwarts that Dumbledore held the heads of two other schools and their students prisoner in the dungeons. The Ministry of Magic sent several aurors to Snogwarts because they thought Dumbledore set the Dungmark at the Fappitch World Athletic Cup and then learning Dumbledore kidnapped the teachers and students from two schools. Aurors patrolled Snogwarts accosting students, who more than complied and often spent hours in intensive body searches. Dumbledore gave up his captives long before the aurors finished their inspections, and life began to slowly return to normal. Just outside the Great Hall a battered toilet sat on a small dais. It glowed an ominous brown, and students gathered around it at all hours of the day trying to decipher the smell emanating from it. No human, they collectively reckoned, ever managed to produce such a stench. However, the ghosts of Snogwarts denied anything to do with it, and even Peeves simply shrugged his ethereal shoulders in bewilderment before trying to pee on heads of the students. Eventually those who wanted to enter the Bi-wizard Tournament stepped forward to toss in their names. The sheets of paper landed in the stained bowl before sinking into the ooze contained within. "Step back, step back," said Fred and George Weasley one morning. They each only wore a pair of soiled underpants that drooped from their hips. "We've charmed ourselves so the loo will think we're older than we are," George, perhaps Fred, told those gathered around the mystical loo. "We nicked these knickers from our granddad and cast spells so the embedded funk surrounds us. Better not touch us anywhere or you'll get Santorum all over yourselves. Granddad is a bit of messy bottom." People started to laugh as both young men walked bandy-legged toward their goal. Each held aloft a piece of parchment on which, written in their own blood, their names sat emblazoned. Although the stench from the bowl nearly overpowered them, the Weasley twins held their arms over the opening and let fly their entries. Each landed in the gunk. The other students began to cheer as Fred and George held their arms up high in triumph until the loo began to gurgle. The smarter students ran toward the edges of the hall as a column of raw sewage short forth. It struck the twins, knocking them from their feet, and proceed to push them down the hallway with considerable force. Fred and George coughed and gagged as the foulness coated their bodies, got into their eyes and hair, and made an enormous mess on the floor. When the vile geyser subsided, the two lay nearly dead against a wall in a small ocean filth. "That'll teach you little bastards," Dumbledore said as he walked past the two, dressed like a fairy princess and his beard dragging in the muck, and never offered a single helping hand. The tale of Fred and George quickly spread, and no one below sixth year tried to add their names. In the meanwhile the students from Boobbeatons Academie and Spurmstung Institute got released and received quarters. The females of Snogwarts began to follow the Boobbeatons with decidedly wanton looks. The Boobbeatons, to a person, boasted enormous breasts and buttocks. The sky blue leather dresses they wore expertly displayed their assets. Rumor indicated Madame Olympe Maximus, who towered over all except Rubass Hagrid and still boasted more muscle than the Snogwarts' half-giant, personally designed the clothing. Conversely, the males from Spurmstung slunk around the school wearing heavy cloaks made from wolf and, it seemed, dalmatian hide that completely obscured their heads and bodies. More rumor stated the famed Bulgarian National Team fappitch skeeter Diktor Kum lurked among the Spurmstungs, but no one could tell one visiting student from another. Professor Flitwick, usually able to scurry under all but the tights robes, said their headmaster, one Igor Krackhead and purported Dungeater, did not want his boys flaunting their looks or bodies. The Spurmstungs reportedly slept in a giant pile of naked bodies hidden somewhere in their transport vessel. Classes continuously got disrupted by the appearance of the Boobbeatons and Spurmstungs. Half the teaching staff also lusted after the new arrivals, so they never complained. The other half of the faculty feared they would lose their "pet students" to the exotic foreigners and deigned to hate them on site. The already chaotic life of Snogwarts became wholly unruly. "Ah, what I wouldn't give for one of those Boobbeatons," moaned Hermione on the morning of the tournament participant selection. "I swear one lass has nips five centimeters long. She could gouge my eyes out any day! And a muff like a stuffed pillow to boot!" "Hey, Harry, get a look at any of the Spurmstungs?" Ron inquired as he repeatedly rammed as sausage in and out of his mouth before taking a bite. "I wish," Harry rejoined. "Supposedly one of the Ravenclaws used a spell to make the cloaks invisible and saw Diktor Kum's tonker." "Diktor Kum," Ron sighed as his tongue twirled around the remaining bit of sausage. Everyone knew about Ron's longstanding crush on the Bulgarian skeeter. Posters adorned his room at The Bunghole, and a framed picture sat next to his bed at Snogwarts. The magical magazine of the porno movie Diktor starred in became all but motionless from the number of times Ron used it to fuel his masturbation fantasies. Colin frequently complained that Ron called him Diktor all the time. Of anyone in their year from the four Snogwarts houses, Ron followed the Spurmstungs the most in his efforts to divine who might be Diktor Kum. Since being released from the dungeons, they already beat up the young Weasley male three times. Ron did not mind in the least, and he walked around with a near permanent erection after the last two thumpings he got. "They say he's afraid of gingers," Séamus stated from across the table. Ron whipped out his shabby wand and aimed it at the Irish teenager while intoning: "Say that one more time and I'll turn your face into a glory hole!" Hermione walloped him on the arm, causing Ron to drop his wand and yelp in pain, and said: "Get over yourself, Ron. Kum doesn't care if you're a ginger, but he'd never go for the likes of you. I've heard said he's got a thing for guys with green eyes." Everyone sitting at the table turned and stared at Harry. "Ew, those eastern European guys give me the creeps. Heard they never wash their hoods `cause they think the smell makes their dicks more manly," Harry stated with a shudder. "Let Ron have him." "Ah, stinky foreskin," Ron sighed. The other Gryffindor males made a distasteful face in Weasley's direction. "Who do you think is going to be our champion, huh?" Dean Thomas inquired while inserting his finger into a bread pudding and wiggling it around. "Couldn't even begin to guess, Dean, but probably a Slytherin. I heard the whole house worked on charming the loo," Harry replied. "Did they forget what happened to my brothers?" Ron rhetorically asked as an evil smirk wormed across his mouth. The nasty snickers that circled around them indicated the Gryffindors remembered full well. From the last they heard, neither Fred nor George managed to remove the smell and their skin appeared noticeably darker. The area in front of the toilet where it vomited the sewage on the twins remained roped off. Felch declared he would not clean the mess to serve as a warning to the other students. Hermione shrugged as she licked another piece of liver and said: "Well, won't matter much after today since they'll be pulling the names. I heard all the Boobbeatons and Spurmstungs got forced to enter by the heads of their schools." "Means they're all sixth and seventh years then," Séamus mumbled. "Probably wouldn't be interested in any of us fifth or fourth years." "Speak for yourself," Hermione grumbled. "Someone from Hufflepuff said three or four of the Boobbeatons are having a contest to see if who can sleep with all the girls at Snogwarts first. Can't wait `til its my turn!" "You heard a few of the Spurmstungs are kidnapping boys from Hogwarts and going at them gang style," Lee Jordan responded, and everyone heard the envy in his voice. "Hey, how about we do the same to the Spurmstungs? We could get Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw to give us a hand," Ron suggested. "And Slytherin?" Harry added. "Eh, let `em get someone on their own," Ron answered. "What do you say?" From there the Gryffindor boys and Gryffindor girls began to concoct plans on how to separate various Boobbeatons and Spurmstungs from their classmates. The scheming did not end even when breakfast did. Throughout the day gaggles of students would coagulate in the halls and engage in whispered conversations. By lunchtime the Slytherins discovered their exclusion. Draco and two of his cronies tried to corner Harry and Ron. "What's this I hear you're thinking of snatching some Spurmstungs and leaving us out of the action?" Draco sneered at Harry, his near-white hair remained glued in place with personal lubricant. Crabbe and Goyle snickered at their leader's demeanor. The boys tried to dress in a fashionable manner, but only Draco managed to pull it off. The skin tight pants and cinched waistcoats required a more slender build, and neither Crabbe nor Goyle boasted that, "Like they'd ever take a fancy to any of you lot," Ron shot back. "They know Dungeater spawn when they see it, so you'll never get within ten meters of what we're doing." "Think you're so clever, stumpy?" Draco grumbled. "I've seen you in the showers and you're not boasting anything the Spurmstungs would want." "Um, I've seen both of you at full mast, and Ron's got you beat by a long shot, Draco. If those easterners are in the mood for a good stretching, they'll be all over Ron," Harry defended his friend. "Right, scar dick. Once they hear Lord Holdequart rejected you..." "Harry's magic beat He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Fucked, Malfoy, and you know it. That scar is a trophy," the burly red-head snarled and took a step forward. Crabbe and Goyle stepped back a little. Weasleys, while not the richest witches or wizards in the land, knew how to handle themselves. Tales of Charlie Weasley's dragon wrangling skills abounded. Fred and George could tag-team a person near to death, and Ron survived more than a few scrapes of his own. Even Giney Weasley, the youngest and only female of the brood, often proved a reliable foil after years of sparring with her brothers. Hence, a Weasley with hackles raised did not present a favorable target. "How would you like my father to recommend to the Minister that your father get fired for wasting ministry money on studying muggle sex toys? Huh? Then the whole pack of you can go back to living in the sewers." The Weasleys and the Malfoys hated one another for generations. Luscious Malfoy both inherited tremendous wealth and made a fortune during Lord Holdequart's first reign of terror. Everyone knew Luscious to be a Dungeater, but he claimed charms and hexes befuddled his senses at the time. Since others definitely got cursed by The Dork Lord, his excuses went unchallenged. Rumor suggested he also bribed his way to freedom. "Look, mate, I'd cram my fist up your arse if I didn't think you'd enjoy it. Ever threaten my pa again and I'll make sure you can suck a cock without worrying about teeth. Clear?" Ron stated in a menacing fashion while holding up a fist. Draco looked at it and seemed scared for a moment. Then he resumed his familiar sneer. He snorted once at Ron before saying: "You wish you could jam that in me. Bet it'd be just as disappointing as your willy." Before Ron could respond, Draco swished his robes and sauntered off, hips swinging with Crabbe and Goyle in tow. Harry and Ron both shook their heads. A silent glance between them said all that needed to be said. "So who we gonna get?" Ron asked as they continued their walk to class. "How `bout your favorite target, Ron?" Harry suggested. Ron's face both lit up with excitement and turned a deep shade a red. Harry could not help but notice the large bulge that suddenly appeared in his friend's pants. As he appreciated what he saw, Harry tried to plot a means whereby they could sequester Diktor Kum from the other Spurmstungs. They seemed to always travel in a pack. In secret during their classes, Harry sent notes to both Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw boys who he believed might want to take part. He got six affirmative responses by the time classes ended and the dinner hour approached. With eight participants, eleven if one included the other occupants of their dorm room, Harry calculated it should be easy to whisk Kum off to a private location where they could give the renowned young man what they started to call The Spurmstung Treatment. Dinner, however beckoned to the five Gryffindor roommates, and they swarmed toward the Great Hall together. "I've thought of nothing but killing you all the entire day," Headmaster Dumbledore began his after-dinner speech. "Professor!" McGonagall yelled at him. Dumbledore frowned behind his half-buttock shaped glasses and said: "Oh, all right, just since lunch." The pinch-faced head of Gryffindor House scowled. "While I haven't given up hope, there is still the Bi-Wizard Tournament to deal with," the man continued. "In a few short minutes we'll be drawing names from the loo. One member from each school will be sacrif... selected as a champion for their school. Then we'll announce the date of the first death trap of the tournament." The students looked around. All the Boobbeatons and the Spurmstungs sat off to one side at their own tables. After a days of confinement and kidnappings in retribution, it seemed safer to keep the houses and schools separated. Harry, after hearing repeated descriptions of Diktor Kum from Ron, easily managed to pick him out of the cloaked mass of Spurmstungs. "Oh, and we've got cookie dough for afters," Dumbledore said as though he just thought of it. Tubs of cookie dough appeared on all the tables. Although it did not look entirely appetizing, the collection of students began to pick at it while at the head table the faculty clearly enjoyed a wholly different and tantalizing confection. In less than a half an hour the desert came to end, thankfully for most, and the real entertainment began. "Dammit, Felch... FELCH!" "Comming!" The old caretaker hollered. "Felch, bring it in," Professor Dumbledore completed his command. A dolly with one chipped wheel that aimed in the wrong direction got pushed into the Great Hall. It rattled and squealed, and the magical toilet resting on the platform wobbled. The loo appeared ready to topple over at any moment. Argus Felch struggled, wheezing the whole while, to move it to the location singled out by Dumbledore's crooked finger pointing an empty spot at the front of the hall. No one bothered to lend aid to the old man. It took nearly twenty minutes before the headmaster appeared satisfied with the placement. Everyone could tell the requested shifts to the right and left only served to entertain Dumbledore at the expense of Felch's well-being. "Alright, who's the champion for the Boobbeatons?" The wizened professor grumbled at the loo, hocked up a loogy, and lazy waved his wand at the stained porcelain container. From what sounded like deep beneath the foundations of Snogwarts, a thick, wet gurgling sound began to rumble. Seconds later, a violent eruption of sewage rocketed out of the toilet. It covered everyone in the hall with exception of Professor Dumbledore who stood with a protective spell in place. He laughed in a crazed manner as people began to shout and yell. "Hey! What's that?" A Slytherin student loudly asked and pointed upward. A lone strip of stained paper floated through the air. It did so in a gentle manner. Dumbledore tried to snatch it out of the air and managed to bat it to one side. It took the man three more attempts before he finally got a hold of it. Then he spent a full minute while the sewage-soaked students watched in anticipation. "Who the bloody hell is Foul DelaCunt?" The headmaster rumbled in irritation. From the corner where the Boobbeatons sat wiping nasty brown chunks off their blue leather outfits, one girl began to shriek. Her classmates ganged up on her and forced the young woman into the aisle, apparently much against her will. She, like the rest of her schoolmates, possessed enormous breasts and a wide buttocks. The blue leather looked as though it got painted on her. No one could tell exactly what color hair rested on her head since it, like the rest of her body, got covered in muck. "Fine. Who's the Spurmstung contender?" Professor Dumbledore muttered. As with the first instance, only the headmaster got spared from the onslaught of foulness that coated the interior of the Great Hall while the magical toilet expelled an unimaginable quantity of brown, gooey waste. An inch of the vile substance covered the floor. The student complained and muttered as they watched the strip of paper drift down from the ceiling. This time Dumbledore conjured a large butterfly net, but it still took him three attempts to pull the slip of parchment toward him. "What a surprise here," he drolly commented and rolled his eyes. "Diktor Kum." The Spurmstungs rounded on the young man and very physically flung him from their group. While the famed fappitch player sailed through the air without the aid of a broom, Ron squealed and shrieked like a first year Hufflepuff who just figure out how to transform any object into a dildo. Diktor landed with a splash in the middle of the main aisle. He lay groaning in obvious pain. Everyone except Ron did not seem to care too much as they all kept a careful eye on the headmaster. "Shit, he lived," Dumbledore grumbled. "Professor!" McGonagall took another turn yelling at him. "Piss off, you wench." The students prepared themselves for what promised to be fulfilling verbal fight, possibly even a magical one, between the headmaster and deputy headmistress. McGonagall started to rise from her her chair as she reached into the wide cleft between her sagging breasts. Dumbledore sneered at her and unsteadily waved his wand. "Who's having a go at this for Snogwarts?" He yelled. Caught completely unprepared for a third time, most of the students became indistinguishable masses of odoriferous filth when the enchanted loo finished hurling a seemingly unending supply of sewage at them. They all coughed and sputtered as Dumbledore's cackle echoed around them. "The lot of you deserve it," he giggled in horrid delight, and then deftly caught the piece of paper dancing near his head. "Right, Cedric `The Ass Cleft Digger" Diggory." The students began to laugh as Cedric got dragged out of his seat and pushed into the aisle. Just like the first two contestants, he did not appear to want to take part. Diggory loudly protested he never put his name in the loo for consideration, and several underhanded snickers could be heard from the Hufflepuff tables. Dumbledore waved away his complaints. "See here, you three, you'll be doing this whether you like it or..." the old wizard started to say. Without warning, the charmed toilet sent forth a fourth gout of heinous gunk. For nearly a minute it pumped out hundreds and hundreds of gallons of sewage. Students got swept away by the deluge. It flowed like a befouled river between the rows of tables. Harry, who struggled against the current, managed to get Ron's attention. Just as they made a leap toward the struggling figure of Diktor Kum, they noticed another slip of paper floating toward the headmaster. Dumbledore stood submerged up to his ankles in filth as it rolled down his robes in vast sheets. His rheumy old eyes seemed to throw lightning in his anger. The paper landed on the side of his besotted hat. Dumbledore snatched it with his hand. "Harry Potter? How'd that little shit wit's name get into this?" Dumbledore inquired after reading the scrap of parchment. In the chaos that immediately broke out, Harry grabbed Ron, Séamus, and Dean. The four of them converged on the apparently wounded figure of Diktor Kum. While madness took hold of the Great Hall, the Gryffindors rolled the sullied form of the Spurmstung out of the dining hall and into the regular hall. From there it took very little to marshal the young man through the corridors. Along the way they stripped off their soiled clothing, including Kum's, as they aimed for one of the lesser used bathing facilities. Only a few ghosts saw them pass. Soon the quintet secreted themselves in the bathroom. "This place is horrible, no?" Diktor asked as he seemed to regain his sense. "Blimey, look at `im," Ron gushed, his thick erection quivering. "Let's get him cleaned up." Before Kum could say another word, the Gryffindors hoisted him in the air and threw him into the ground-level bath. His body made a huge splash as he plunged into the warm water. The four other naked teenagers than flung themselves after the Spurmstung student. In his native Bulgarian that only he could understand, Diktor cursed and yelled while the Gryffindors converged on him armed with soap and washcloths. They proceeded to scrub his body, and their own, while getting in as many illicit gropes as they could. To a man they did not care who they managed to feel up during the melee in the small indoor bathing pond. The water continually refreshed itself and carried away the dirty water. "Spri se! Spri se!" Diktor yelled and batted at the four Snogwartians. His strength from playing a skeeter in professional fappitch gave him a very, very slight advantage. The Gryffindors backed off a bit. "I will -- how you say? -- go for drowning!" Kum shouted at them while wiping water from his eyes. The eyes of Harry, Ron, Dean, and Séamus took in the sight of the naked and now clean Spurmstung. His body gleamed with health and rippled with muscles. Kum looked every inch a fappitch player in their collective imaginations. They stood with their stiff peckers pointing straight at him. To their delight, they saw Kum's penis begin to engorge. The five young men stared at one another. "Blimey," Ron whispered one of his favorite words. "You're gorgeous!" "You have bear dick, no?" Diktor queried while scanning Ron's body. "No. I got hair," the youngest male Weasley said while pointing at his shining orange pubic hair. "Not what I mean. How you say... you have dick that look like a dick of bear." "Never saw a bear dick before," Ron said and shrugged. "Trust me, you would like if you like your dick. Very much the same in some ways. Hair nice... like electrical wire pulled from old house," Diktor intoned and raised one eyebrow. "Ah... thanks, I guess." "And you," Diktor said and pointed at Harry's stiffy. "What that mark you have there on tip? You get caught in bicycle chain?" Harry glanced down at his erection and saw the tell-tale scar. "Oh, that. No, I got that from He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Fucked when I was a baby. He fucked my parents to death, and then went after me," Harry gave a very short and somewhat inaccurate account. "You have sex with adult male as baby?" Kum inquired and sounded confused. "Wasn't like that at all. He tried to kill me. That's how I got the scar." "Don't ask," Séamus piped up. "The story changes all the time. The only part that's stays the same is he managed to have an orgasm as a baby and it caused The Dork Lord to explode. That's why we call Harry The Boy Who Came. Don't know if it's true or not, but there it is." "Every word of it is true," Harry defensively rejoined. "Some of it. Least ways the bit about the scar, I reckon," Dean added, his dark skin glistening with water. "Like you'd know!" "Harry, you're my best mate and I still don't know one part of the story from the rest. You were just a baby, so keep saying you-know-who gave you the scar," Ron chimed in. Harry felt his face heat up. "So this why you bring me here? To give me cleaning and argue?" Kum asked, and he sounded even more confused. "Oh, no, mate, not at all!" Ron answered as his voice dropped into a lewd octave. "Heard you lot from Spurmstung was nicking our mates from the halls and giving `em a scrum... if you know what I mean," Séamus said and winked. "I do not," Diktor replied and shrugged. "Come on, mate. You know? The old twelve on the slug in an over-under," Ron stated, and even his friends glanced at him in utter bewilderment. "When you put a twelve gauge round in the top barrel and a slug round in the bottom on a shotgun. You know? Over under?" "Lad, your pa needs to lay off the muggle stuff," Dean condescending retorted. "Get stuffed!" Ron hollered. "What do think I'm trying to do? Wouldn't mind getting me some Bulgarian cream if I get the chance!" "Is this insanity you are having now?" Diktor inquired. "No, they're just trying to be clever and ended up mental," Harry told him. "We heard you and some of your schoolmates was kidnapping some of our mates and gang banging them. Like in an orgy." "Oh, that yes. What we call `bik ticham'... or... ah, bull... when many bulls go together." "Stampede?" Séamus offered a possible translation. "Yes, yes. That word. When all the bulls run. That we do to you Snogwarts people. Most seem to like. Those in green like best. Take many, many dick with no problem. One question I have though," Kum explained and asked. The Gryffindor foursome looked on expectantly. "Why they have cherveĭ... ah, worm where sausage should be? I have little baby nephew bigger than them." "It's part of the Slytherin tradition. It's what makes them so bad tempered," Dean stated. "No, no," Diktor said and held up a hand, curled his thumb and first three fingers over leaving only the pinking sticking out. "This not -- how you say? -- not with nature." "Natural?" Harry guessed. "Dah, natural. It like they stopped growing in pants long, long ago. We feel bad from them. Tell them they look, ah... normalen. Like you boys. You all look happy and normalen. Like me." "Oh, mate, nothing like you," Ron gushed, returning to form. "You're better than normal." "But I am not bigger than any of you. See?" They did see, and each of them grew even harder. Kum narrowed his eyes. The five young men stared at one another, mostly in open lust, and a tense silence settled over them. Diktor Kum's organ inflated to one roughly the same size as Harry and Séamus. Ron's, while shorter, possessed twice the girth of either of them. Dean nearly fell into a racial stereotype with the length of his hard-on. Diktor's eyes moved back and forth, up and down, as he scanned them. "This is, ah, what we call a bull... run. Dah?" He finally inquired. "Oh, it's gonna be so much more than that," Ron answered while reaching down and grabbing his rock hard member. Séamus beat everyone to the punch when he fell forward, grabbed Diktor by the hips, and impaled his face on the young Bulgarian man's throbbing tool. It disappeared in to Séamus' mouth, and Kum inhaled with both surprise and pleasure. Once the plucky Irishman got it started, the five went into a free-for-all. Ron immediately slipped behind Diktor and dropped to his knees. His hands pulled apart the fappitch player's firm, rounded buttocks. Ron wasted no time in ramming his face between the quarter globes of flesh. His tongue darted in and out of the puckered hole. Ron lapped at it like dog taking a drink of water after walking through a desert. Diktor squirmed as the youngest Weasley male applied himself with vigor. Harry stood and watched as Séamus continued to blow the Bulgarian, and then as Dean walked up to him. It seemed Kum never saw a naked young man of African heritage. As soon as Dean got into reach, Diktor took the long black cock into hand and began to stroke it. Harry grinned when Dean leaned in and began to trade a sloppy kiss with their guest because he knew Ron might explode with jealousy. However, he could guess what his best mate did at the moment. Ron knew his way around an asshole with his tongue. Harry envied Kum for a few moments. Without realizing it, Harry reached down and began to tug on his pecker as he took in the evolving sight before him. "Great Merlin, you've got a nice tonker," Séamus said a couple of minutes later when he came up for air. "My turn!" Ron yelled, and it seemed as if he apparated from the back to the front of Diktor to knock Séamus away. Instead of getting angry, Séamus snickered as he watch Ron all but gulp down the Bulgarian's tool. In the meanwhile, Diktor whispered something to Dean. Dean's face broke into a huge smile and he nodded. Harry and Séamus watched their friend slide to the back of their object of lust. "Bet he ruts him," Séamus said in a whisper from the corner of his mouth. "I'd be a fool to take that bet," Harry rejoined. As Ron continued his slavish worship of Diktor's dick, Diktor gazed at Harry and Séamus. His full lips stretched into a lewd smile as he stared at the two young men watching him. Five seconds later, Diktor's eyes rolled upward and he let out with a guttural groan. Over his shoulder Harry and Séamus could see Dean lean torso begin to undulate in a very telling manner. "You should have a go at Ron, mate," Séamus suggested. Before Harry could answer, Séamus strolled forward. He then stood on the edge of the bathing pond perimeter. His wet body gleamed in the light of the dozens of candles that floated around overhead. Séamus' right hand then caressed the back of Diktor's head. Kum slowly leaned forward as he opened his mouth. He returned the favor Séamus did for him. Séamus' hooded Irish cock slid into the Bulgarian's mouth, and Diktor began to prove he could do more than play fappitch. Harry shifted his gaze to Ron who, while on his knees, bent forward to continue sucking on Diktor. He considered what Séamus said. Despite being a gifted and natural bottom, Harry did like to go poking around from time to time. In over three years of being Ron's best friend, he only fucked the gregarious ginger-headed young man twice, and once after the got a hold of some hard butterbeer. Harry shrugged his shoulders and scooted forward. He came up behind his best friend and ran his hands around the meaty backside. Everyone agreed Ron possessed the best looking bum in their house year. "Like the taste of that do you, Ron?" Harry asked in husky voice. Ron answered with a salacious moan. Harry tested the situation by sliding his hand into the crevasse of Ron's ass. His fingers bushed against his friend's asshole. Ron's body bucked a little, but then he stuck his butt out a bit more. Harry decided a single further test would suffice. He carefully began to insert his index finger. "Oh, right on the spot, mate," Ron said after managing to take his mouth off the fappitch player's flesh bludgeon. Then his face sank back down. Harry glanced around. Dean continued to grind his pecker in and out of Diktor, and his head bobbed up and down on the other side of Kum's shoulder. Ron appeared ready to spend the rest of his life sucking on Diktor, and Diktor seemed more than pleased with Séamus filling his mouth. Hence, Harry decided to play an unusual role. He pulled his hands free, stuck his fore and middle finger in his mouth, coated then in spit, and returned them to Ron's behind. It took a bit of work to get first one and then the other finger into his friend's hole. It indicated the Ron did not bottom very often or that Colin's size remained in question. However, once Harry got the second finger in and began to slowly work it around. Ron's butt started to move in a circle. It seemed he would not mind getting jabbed in the least. Thus, Harry moved into position. He pushed down on his almost sixteen centimeters of hard dick so it aimed at Ron. Then he the gradually thrust his hips forward. His cock slid along Ron's crack, so he continued to push it downward. After a few seconds, it reached a much softer spot. Harry pushed. His foreskin parted as the head began to find it's way. Ron moaned again, and it fell in time with a grunt from Diktor. Séamus began to breath hard. From his rearward position, Dean mumbled a few words. It sounded as though some invisible presence ordered them to make a report. Harry grinned. He sighed as he continued to apply pressure. The head of his cock worked past Ron's sphincter. Harry, experienced with taking a dick, knew to go slow but steady so as not to induce any pain. Ron clearly did not experience any discomfort. His ass thrust backwards even as his ginger-haired head twisted from side to side as he ministered to Diktor's organ. "Flaming dragons but you're tight, Ron!" Harry appreciatively said while he wormed his hard organ deeper into his friend. Before Ron could make any any reaction, Dean rumble: "Oh, fuck!" Dean preferred American cuss words over the ones used in the wizarding world. Hence, his sudden outburst could only mean one thing. His dark arms snaked around the pallid flesh of Diktor's chest, and Harry could see the muscles in the arms of his dorm-mate tighten. Moreover, Diktor's lower torso thrust forward. Ron mumbled in clear delight as Kum's cock to shoved deeper into his mouth. A small stream of filthy Yankee words dribbled from Dean as he obviously expelled his semen into the Bulgarian. Séamus hissed when Diktor started sucking harder on the Irishman, and that spurred Ron to the same level of exertion. Following half a minute, Dean fell away and staggered backward to the edge of the bath. He leaned against it. His dark, long flesh spear gleamed in the candlelight as it began to sag. Dean looked very pleased. His eyes locked onto Harry's, and the two gave a knowing nod to one another. "Boy who makes things burn, take dark one's place," Diktor said, and he did not sound like someone who endured anything close to the torture Harry once imaged they would deliver. "Flame hair, keep doing... whatever it is that you do. It's good." Harry felt rather than heard Ron's apparently please response. Further evidence arrived in the fact Ron's fuck hole tightened. In the back of his mind, Harry could well imagine the delight Ron experienced since he, himself, found himself in a similar position more often than not. Harry loved blowing a guy while another plowed his ass. He often tried to time their orgasms so both of his major orifices got filled with juice at the same time. When he managed that all but magical feat, it could cause him to spontaneously orgasm from a sense of pure achievement. At the moment, fucking his best friend felt incredibly good because he knew Ron got to live out part of his fantasy regarding Diktor Kum. Dean continued to drag in lungfuls of air after spending himself inside of their guest. In the meanwhile, Séamus climbed down from edge of the bath and took up Dean's recently vacated spot. While missing around three and a half centimeters of Dean's twenty, Séamus could boast a pecker with a wide, flared head and a hard shaft that bulged in the middle. Harry could attest to the pleasure it could bring. Séamus reamed him several times, and it always satisfied. Hence, Harry studied Diktor's face. He saw the young man's eyes widen once the head gave way to the girthy middle portion of the shaft. He smirked at the response. Ron, in the meantime, latched his hands on Diktor's buttocks, thereby aiding Séamus, as he chowed on the Bulgarian pole. Harry started to wonder about Diktor's staying power. Dean knew how to screw an ass along with the best of them. That Kum could outlast Dean, especially since their guest got blown the whole time, added to the legend in Harry's mind. He planned on comparing notes with Ron once the bull run ended. However, Harry admitted it morphed from a gang bang into something of a five-man orgy. With his mind distracted, it allowed him to drill Ron's bottom without fear of reaching a climax. Séamus did not even last a full five minutes poking around inside of Diktor. It seemed the fellatio he received before him primed his pump. Following four and half minutes of jackrabbiting Diktor, his arms and legs clamped onto the muscled form. Séamus also kicked Ron in the side of the head, but he did not dislodge the Weasley from his task. When he finished wildly pumping his juice into Diktor, Séamus fell off and into the water like a dying tick. Kum chuckled a deep, sonorous laugh. "That feel good, but should last longer," Diktor said as Séamus raised himself up from the water. "Fast, but short. No?" "Sorry, mate, but you're tongue did the number on me wand," Séamus admitted what Harry already surmised. "Got some great lips there, Diktor!" "Dah, and thanks." Diktor then tapped Ron on the side of the head. For the first time in over ten minutes, Ron raised his face upward. Kum grinned at the red-head. Harry imagined Ron with a dumbfounded look on his face. "I think maybe I am ready to take you in," Diktor said, "if you want, but what you do is very good, too." "What? Are you saying I can have a go at your bum?" Ron breathlessly inquired. "Dah. I am saying that." Harry fell backward into the water as Ron leapt up to a standing position. Dean and Séamus chuckled at the frantic actions of their friend. Ron did not hesitate one second as he swung around to the rear of the famed fappitch skeeter. Harry stood up and whispered a spell that caused the water beading on his glasses to roll off. He studied the Bulgarian as his best friend prepared to live out his ultimate dream. "Go slow with that, eh," Kum requested. "It is like trying to wraps arms around oak tree after a climbing birch." None of the Snogwarts students appeared to understand the analogy. "Ah, right. Go slow. Got it," Ron rumbled. Harry saw Ron tilt his head downward. However, his main focus remained on Diktor. After a several seconds in which it appeared Ron fumbled around, Diktor's eyes suddenly popped wide open. The Bulgarian stared at some distant point while his mouth drooped. Harry completely understood the silent expression. He imagined he looked the same when first letting Ron enter him. Even at the age of eleven Ron boasted a very thick peg. It grew even more so as he fully entered puberty. Now at the age of fourteen, Ron's pecker out-sized the ring Harry could make with his thumb and middle finger. Over four centimeters separated his two digits when he tried to make them encircle his best mate's hard-on, and Harry possessed adult-sized hands. Hence, Diktor did not need to explain his expression. "Chrez silata na Fokusnik Yaromir!" Diktor muttered in his native tongue, and he sounded befuddled. "Doing all right there, Diktor?" Ron quietly asked and appeared to hold perfectly still. "This... you are man in boy's form," Diktor "Just following in the family tradition," the youngest Weasley male said with evident pride. "I'll go easy on you." "Dah, dah," their guest agreed. Ron did as promised. He moved with caution and slowly as Diktor gradually relaxed and accommodated the thick organ in his rectum. Harry could see Ron gyrated his hips in a circular formation. It meant his stout pecker wiggled around inside of Diktor, but did not pull against the adjusting anus. Diktor looked a bit delirious after a minute or so. He heard Dean and Séamus whispering to one another. Since Ron found a new activity, Harry decided to also partake of Kum's Bulgarian sausage. He knelt in front of the young man. In many ways Diktor's erection reminded him of Neville's, although the head seemed a bit larger and longer under the foreskin. When it entered his mouth, he could immediately taste the remnants of Ron's pumpkin desert. It tasted vaguely of all-spice. Harry started to bob his head up and down while one hand grasped the base of the cock. Since the first time he ever put one in his mouth, Harry knew he loved to suck on dicks. It felt natural and right to him, and he also developed a good style as he grew older. He often got compliments from his friends and the one-night stands into which he stumbled. The feel of the skin and the veins under the surface inspired him, plus he wanted to do his best for their guest. Time melted away as Harry fell under the trance of servicing another boy. Half the time he lodge Diktor's dick down his throat and lapped at the base. Through it all he could feel Ron grinding away on Kum's butt. All seemed right with the world. "Ne! O, ne!" Diktor's native tongue filled the bathing chamber. "Ne! Idvam! Idvam!" As he yelled the words, a torrent of juice flowed out of his dick. Harry gobbled down the offering as fast as Diktor could produce it. Kum's hips jerked and twitched as a powerful orgasm rocketed through him. His hand got tangled in Harry's messy hair as he held the head still and crammed all of his cock into Harry's face. "Blimey! Tight!" Ron burbled. "Barnaby's nuts!" It seemed the compression of Diktor's anus flipped Ron's switches. He heard Ron call out Barnaby's name many times in the past, a sure sign he, too, reached climax. Although he wanted to laugh at the situation, Harry left his mouth sealed on Kum's cock. The young man appeared able to sustain an orgasm. The young wizard fastened to the erection could not recall any other boy who could shoot as much sperm. Harry greedily slurped it down as it filled his mouth four times. However, all good things must come to an end, and Diktor's orgasm rapidly tapered. He could still hear Ron grunting on the other side of the Bulgarian. "You boys alright?" Dean asked and another giggle followed his question. "Core, but that was awesome," Ron heaved out the words. "I... nyet word English," Diktor stammered. Harry pulled his mouth off the spent cock and said: "Just got fed a second dinner by him! Had to be a liter's worth gushing out!" "Think you'll be satisfied for a while, Harry?" Séamus queried in a knowing manner. "Pfft, course not. Be wanting more of this by tomorrow." "You get all you need," Diktor spoke with a reasonable amount of command. "You no even need ask: just take." "Ready for me to pull out?" Ron intruded. "Think I dropped in a pretty good load, too." "Dah, but slow. Make it slow good." Harry, Dean, and Séamus snickered at the phrase, and Harry knew a new private joke just got created. While Ron dislodged himself from Diktor, Kum hummed the entire time. Harry did not need to guess why: the feel of Ron removing himself after a good rut defied description. It also signaled the end of the session. The quintet stood in silence for a minute and gazed at one another in a bit of an awkward fashion. Granted, Harry, Ron, Séamus, and Dean engaged in mini-orgies a number of times in a year, but the presence of the famed fappitch player changed the equation. "So this Snogwarts bull run, hmm? I like," he said to them. "Might not be your last if you're not careful," Ron said in a pseudo-threatening manner. "Then I should not be careful much near you, eh?" After a few seconds, the five of them burst into laughter. Harry felt wonderful even though he, himself, never came. A feeling of unity with his Snogwarts friends suffused him. He also sensed Diktor enjoyed himself far more than he expected. Furthermore, the look he cast at Ron made Harry feel especially happy for his best friend. Ron, more than any of them, got to experience a real-life dream
<div id="readability-content"><h1>Harry Potter and the Loo of Desire Chapter 2</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> <p> This work is a parody of J.K Rowling's <u>Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire</u>, and it is not endorsed by either J.K. Rowling or her publishers. As a parody, this work is protected under the Fair Use Doctrine. </p> <p> The characterizations in this work deviate significantly from the original, and this does not imply these characterizations exist in the original work. The author received no financial compensation or endorsements for the production of this work.</p> <p> All characters in this story are fictional. This story depicts sexual acts between consenting minor males. This story is meant for entertainment purposes only and in no way reflects reality. Please be aware of local laws or ordinances that may prohibit the reading of such material.</p> <p> Comments regarding the story may be sent to dricshae(at)gmail(dot)com</p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Please support Nifty with donations if able. <a href="http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html">DONATE HERE</a> </span></span></span> </p> <hr> <h3>(A Parody)</h3> <h3>Chapter 2: Greasing the Loo</h3> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Within a few days word quickly spread throughout Snogwarts that Dumbledore held the heads of two other schools and their students prisoner in the dungeons. The Ministry of Magic sent several aurors to Snogwarts because they thought Dumbledore set the Dungmark at the Fappitch World Athletic Cup and then learning Dumbledore kidnapped the teachers and students from two schools. Aurors patrolled Snogwarts accosting students, who more than complied and often spent hours in intensive body searches. Dumbledore gave up his captives long before the aurors finished their inspections, and life began to slowly return to normal.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Just outside the Great Hall a battered toilet sat on a small dais. It glowed an ominous brown, and students gathered around it at all hours of the day trying to decipher the smell emanating from it. No human, they collectively reckoned, ever managed to produce such a stench. However, the ghosts of Snogwarts denied anything to do with it, and even Peeves simply shrugged his ethereal shoulders in bewilderment before trying to pee on heads of the students. Eventually those who wanted to enter the Bi-wizard Tournament stepped forward to toss in their names. The sheets of paper landed in the stained bowl before sinking into the ooze contained within.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Step back, step back," said Fred and George Weasley one morning.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">They each only wore a pair of soiled underpants that drooped from their hips.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">We've charmed ourselves so the loo will think we're older than we are," George, perhaps Fred, told those gathered around the mystical loo. "We nicked these knickers from our granddad and cast spells so the embedded funk surrounds us. Better not touch us anywhere or you'll get Santorum all over yourselves. Granddad is a bit of messy bottom."</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">People started to laugh as both young men walked bandy-legged toward their goal. Each held aloft a piece of parchment on which, written in their own blood, their names sat emblazoned. Although the stench from the bowl nearly overpowered them, the Weasley twins held their arms over the opening and let fly their entries. Each landed in the gunk. The other students began to cheer as Fred and George held their arms up high in triumph until the loo began to gurgle. The smarter students ran toward the edges of the hall as a column of raw sewage short forth. It struck the twins, knocking them from their feet, and proceed to push them down the hallway with considerable force. Fred and George coughed and gagged as the foulness coated their bodies, got into their eyes and hair, and made an enormous mess on the floor. When the vile geyser subsided, the two lay nearly dead against a wall in a small ocean filth.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">That'll teach you little bastards," Dumbledore said as he walked past the two, dressed like a fairy princess and his beard dragging in the muck, and never offered a single helping hand.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The tale of Fred and George quickly spread, and no one below sixth year tried to add their names. In the meanwhile the students from Boobbeatons Academie and Spurmstung Institute got released and received quarters. The females of Snogwarts began to follow the Boobbeatons with decidedly wanton looks. The Boobbeatons, to a person, boasted enormous breasts and buttocks. The sky blue leather dresses they wore expertly displayed their assets. Rumor indicated Madame Olympe Maximus, who towered over all except Rubass Hagrid and still boasted more muscle than the Snogwarts' half-giant, personally designed the clothing. Conversely, the males from Spurmstung slunk around the school wearing heavy cloaks made from wolf and, it seemed, dalmatian hide that completely obscured their heads and bodies. More rumor stated the famed Bulgarian National Team fappitch skeeter Diktor Kum lurked among the Spurmstungs, but no one could tell one visiting student from another. Professor Flitwick, usually able to scurry under all but the tights robes, said their headmaster, one Igor Krackhead and purported Dungeater, did not want his boys flaunting their looks or bodies. The Spurmstungs reportedly slept in a giant pile of naked bodies hidden somewhere in their transport vessel.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Classes continuously got disrupted by the appearance of the Boobbeatons and Spurmstungs. Half the teaching staff also lusted after the new arrivals, so they never complained. The other half of the faculty feared they would lose their "pet students" to the exotic foreigners and deigned to hate them on site. The already chaotic life of Snogwarts became wholly unruly.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ah, what I wouldn't give for one of those Boobbeatons," moaned Hermione on the morning of the tournament participant selection. "I swear one lass has nips five centimeters long. She could gouge my eyes out any day! And a muff like a stuffed pillow to boot!"</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Hey, Harry, get a look at any of the Spurmstungs?" Ron inquired as he repeatedly rammed as sausage in and out of his mouth before taking a bite.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">I wish," Harry rejoined. "Supposedly one of the Ravenclaws used a spell to make the cloaks invisible and saw Diktor Kum's tonker."</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Diktor Kum," Ron sighed as his tongue twirled around the remaining bit of sausage.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Everyone knew about Ron's longstanding crush on the Bulgarian skeeter. Posters adorned his room at The Bunghole, and a framed picture sat next to his bed at Snogwarts. The magical magazine of the porno movie Diktor starred in became all but motionless from the number of times Ron used it to fuel his masturbation fantasies. Colin frequently complained that Ron called him Diktor all the time. Of anyone in their year from the four Snogwarts houses, Ron followed the Spurmstungs the most in his efforts to divine who might be Diktor Kum. Since being released from the dungeons, they already beat up the young Weasley male three times. Ron did not mind in the least, and he walked around with a near permanent erection after the last two thumpings he got.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">They say he's afraid of gingers," Séamus stated from across the table.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ron whipped out his shabby wand and aimed it at the Irish teenager while intoning: "Say that one more time and I'll turn your face into a glory hole!"</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Hermione walloped him on the arm, causing Ron to drop his wand and yelp in pain, and said: "Get over yourself, Ron. Kum doesn't care if you're a ginger, but he'd never go for the likes of you. I've heard said he's got a thing for guys with green eyes."</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Everyone sitting at the table turned and stared at Harry.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ew, those eastern European guys give me the creeps. Heard they never wash their hoods `cause they think the smell makes their dicks more manly," Harry stated with a shudder. "Let Ron have him."</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ah, stinky foreskin," Ron sighed.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The other Gryffindor males made a distasteful face in Weasley's direction.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Who do you think is going to be our champion, huh?" Dean Thomas inquired while inserting his finger into a bread pudding and wiggling it around.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Couldn't even begin to guess, Dean, but probably a Slytherin. I heard the whole house worked on charming the loo," Harry replied.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Did they forget what happened to my brothers?" Ron rhetorically asked as an evil smirk wormed across his mouth.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The nasty snickers that circled around them indicated the Gryffindors remembered full well. From the last they heard, neither Fred nor George managed to remove the smell and their skin appeared noticeably darker. The area in front of the toilet where it vomited the sewage on the twins remained roped off. Felch declared he would not clean the mess to serve as a warning to the other students.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Hermione shrugged as she licked another piece of liver and said: "Well, won't matter much after today since they'll be pulling the names. I heard all the Boobbeatons and Spurmstungs got forced to enter by the heads of their schools."</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Means they're all sixth and seventh years then," Séamus mumbled. "Probably wouldn't be interested in any of us fifth or fourth years."</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Speak for yourself," Hermione grumbled. "Someone from Hufflepuff said three or four of the Boobbeatons are having a contest to see if who can sleep with all the girls at Snogwarts first. Can't wait `til its my turn!"</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">You heard a few of the Spurmstungs are kidnapping boys from Hogwarts and going at them gang style," Lee Jordan responded, and everyone heard the envy in his voice.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Hey, how about we do the same to the Spurmstungs? We could get Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw to give us a hand," Ron suggested.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">And Slytherin?" Harry added.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Eh, let `em get someone on their own," Ron answered. "What do you say?"</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">From there the Gryffindor boys and Gryffindor girls began to concoct plans on how to separate various Boobbeatons and Spurmstungs from their classmates. The scheming did not end even when breakfast did. Throughout the day gaggles of students would coagulate in the halls and engage in whispered conversations. By lunchtime the Slytherins discovered their exclusion. Draco and two of his cronies tried to corner Harry and Ron.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">What's this I hear you're thinking of snatching some Spurmstungs and leaving us out of the action?" Draco sneered at Harry, his near-white hair remained glued in place with personal lubricant.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Crabbe and Goyle snickered at their leader's demeanor. The boys tried to dress in a fashionable manner, but only Draco managed to pull it off. The skin tight pants and cinched waistcoats required a more slender build, and neither Crabbe nor Goyle boasted that,</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Like they'd ever take a fancy to any of you lot," Ron shot back. "They know Dungeater spawn when they see it, so you'll never get within ten meters of what we're doing."</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Think you're so clever, stumpy?" Draco grumbled. "I've seen you in the showers and you're not boasting anything the Spurmstungs would want."</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Um, I've seen both of you at full mast, and Ron's got you beat by a long shot, Draco. If those easterners are in the mood for a good stretching, they'll be all over Ron," Harry defended his friend.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Right, scar dick. Once they hear Lord Holdequart rejected you..."</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry's magic beat He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Fucked, Malfoy, and you know it. That scar is a trophy," the burly red-head snarled and took a step forward.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Crabbe and Goyle stepped back a little. Weasleys, while not the richest witches or wizards in the land, knew how to handle themselves. Tales of Charlie Weasley's dragon wrangling skills abounded. Fred and George could tag-team a person near to death, and Ron survived more than a few scrapes of his own. Even Giney Weasley, the youngest and only female of the brood, often proved a reliable foil after years of sparring with her brothers. Hence, a Weasley with hackles raised did not present a favorable target.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">How would you like my father to recommend to the Minister that your father get fired for wasting ministry money on studying muggle sex toys? Huh? Then the whole pack of you can go back to living in the sewers."</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The Weasleys and the Malfoys hated one another for generations. Luscious Malfoy both inherited tremendous wealth and made a fortune during Lord Holdequart's first reign of terror. Everyone knew Luscious to be a Dungeater, but he claimed charms and hexes befuddled his senses at the time. Since others definitely got cursed by The Dork Lord, his excuses went unchallenged. Rumor suggested he also bribed his way to freedom. </span></span> </p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Look, mate, I'd cram my fist up your arse if I didn't think you'd enjoy it. Ever threaten my pa again and I'll make sure you can suck a cock without worrying about teeth. Clear?" Ron stated in a menacing fashion while holding up a fist.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Draco looked at it and seemed scared for a moment. Then he resumed his familiar sneer. He snorted once at Ron before saying: "You wish you could jam that in me. Bet it'd be just as disappointing as your willy."</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Before Ron could respond, Draco swished his robes and sauntered off, hips swinging with Crabbe and Goyle in tow. Harry and Ron both shook their heads. A silent glance between them said all that needed to be said.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">So who we gonna get?" Ron asked as they continued their walk to class.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">How `bout your favorite target, Ron?" Harry suggested.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ron's face both lit up with excitement and turned a deep shade a red. Harry could not help but notice the large bulge that suddenly appeared in his friend's pants. As he appreciated what he saw, Harry tried to plot a means whereby they could sequester Diktor Kum from the other Spurmstungs. They seemed to always travel in a pack.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">In secret during their classes, Harry sent notes to both Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw boys who he believed might want to take part. He got six affirmative responses by the time classes ended and the dinner hour approached. With eight participants, eleven if one included the other occupants of their dorm room, Harry calculated it should be easy to whisk Kum off to a private location where they could give the renowned young man what they started to call The Spurmstung Treatment. Dinner, however beckoned to the five Gryffindor roommates, and they swarmed toward the Great Hall together.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">I've thought of nothing but killing you all the entire day," Headmaster Dumbledore began his after-dinner speech.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Professor!" McGonagall yelled at him.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Dumbledore frowned behind his half-buttock shaped glasses and said: "Oh, all right, just since lunch."</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The pinch-faced head of Gryffindor House scowled.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">While I haven't given up hope, there is still the Bi-Wizard Tournament to deal with," the man continued. "In a few short minutes we'll be drawing names from the loo. One member from each school will be sacrif... selected as a champion for their school. Then we'll announce the date of the first death trap of the tournament."</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The students looked around. All the Boobbeatons and the Spurmstungs sat off to one side at their own tables. After a days of confinement and kidnappings in retribution, it seemed safer to keep the houses and schools separated. Harry, after hearing repeated descriptions of Diktor Kum from Ron, easily managed to pick him out of the cloaked mass of Spurmstungs.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Oh, and we've got cookie dough for afters," Dumbledore said as though he just thought of it.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Tubs of cookie dough appeared on all the tables. Although it did not look entirely appetizing, the collection of students began to pick at it while at the head table the faculty clearly enjoyed a wholly different and tantalizing confection. In less than a half an hour the desert came to end, thankfully for most, and the real entertainment began.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Dammit, Felch... FELCH!"</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Comming!" The old caretaker hollered.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Felch, bring it in," Professor Dumbledore completed his command.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">A dolly with one chipped wheel that aimed in the wrong direction got pushed into the Great Hall. It rattled and squealed, and the magical toilet resting on the platform wobbled. The loo appeared ready to topple over at any moment. Argus Felch struggled, wheezing the whole while, to move it to the location singled out by Dumbledore's crooked finger pointing an empty spot at the front of the hall. No one bothered to lend aid to the old man. It took nearly twenty minutes before the headmaster appeared satisfied with the placement. Everyone could tell the requested shifts to the right and left only served to entertain Dumbledore at the expense of Felch's well-being.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Alright, who's the champion for the Boobbeatons?" The wizened professor grumbled at the loo, hocked up a loogy, and lazy waved his wand at the stained porcelain container.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">From what sounded like deep beneath the foundations of Snogwarts, a thick, wet gurgling sound began to rumble. Seconds later, a violent eruption of sewage rocketed out of the toilet. It covered everyone in the hall with exception of Professor Dumbledore who stood with a protective spell in place. He laughed in a crazed manner as people began to shout and yell.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Hey! What's that?" A Slytherin student loudly asked and pointed upward.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">A lone strip of stained paper floated through the air. It did so in a gentle manner. Dumbledore tried to snatch it out of the air and managed to bat it to one side. It took the man three more attempts before he finally got a hold of it. Then he spent a full minute while the sewage-soaked students watched in anticipation.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Who the bloody hell is Foul DelaCunt?" The headmaster rumbled in irritation.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">From the corner where the Boobbeatons sat wiping nasty brown chunks off their blue leather outfits, one girl began to shriek. Her classmates ganged up on</span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">her and forced the young woman into the aisle, apparently much against her will. She, like the rest of her schoolmates, possessed enormous breasts and a wide buttocks. The blue</span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">leather looked as though it got painted on her. No one could tell exactly what color hair rested on her head since it, like the rest of her body, got covered in muck.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Fine. Who's the Spurmstung contender?" Professor Dumbledore muttered.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">As with the first instance, only the headmaster got spared from the onslaught of foulness that coated the interior of the Great Hall while the magical toilet expelled an unimaginable quantity of brown, gooey waste. An inch of the vile substance covered the floor. The student complained and muttered as they watched the strip of paper drift down from the ceiling. This time Dumbledore conjured a large butterfly net, but it still took him three attempts to pull the slip of parchment toward him.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">What a surprise here," he drolly commented and rolled his eyes. "Diktor Kum."</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The Spurmstungs rounded on the young man and very physically flung him from their group. While the famed fappitch player sailed through the air without the aid of a broom, Ron squealed and shrieked like a first year Hufflepuff who just figure out how to transform any object into a dildo. Diktor landed with a splash in the middle of the main aisle. He lay groaning in obvious pain. Everyone except Ron did not seem to care too much as they all kept a careful eye on the headmaster.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Shit, he lived," Dumbledore grumbled.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Professor!" McGonagall took another turn yelling at him.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Piss off, you wench."</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The students prepared themselves for what promised to be fulfilling verbal fight, possibly even a magical one, between the headmaster and deputy headmistress. McGonagall started to rise from her her chair as she reached into the wide cleft between her sagging breasts. Dumbledore sneered at her and unsteadily waved his wand.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Who's having a go at this for Snogwarts?" He yelled.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Caught completely unprepared for a third time, most of the students became indistinguishable masses of odoriferous filth when the enchanted loo finished hurling a seemingly unending supply of sewage at them. They all coughed and sputtered as Dumbledore's cackle echoed around them.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The lot of you deserve it," he giggled in horrid delight, and then deftly caught the piece of paper dancing near his head. "Right, Cedric `The Ass Cleft Digger" Diggory."</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The students began to laugh as Cedric got dragged out of his seat and pushed into the aisle. Just like the first two contestants, he did not appear to want to take part. Diggory loudly protested he never put his name in the loo for consideration, and several underhanded snickers could be heard from the Hufflepuff tables. Dumbledore waved away his complaints.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">See here, you three, you'll be doing this whether you like it or..." the old wizard started to say.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Without warning, the charmed toilet sent forth a fourth gout of heinous gunk. For nearly a minute it pumped out hundreds and hundreds of gallons of sewage. Students got swept away by the deluge. It flowed like a befouled river between the rows of tables. Harry, who struggled against the current, managed to get Ron's attention. Just as they made a leap toward the struggling figure of Diktor Kum, they noticed another slip of paper floating toward the headmaster. Dumbledore stood submerged up to his ankles in filth as it rolled down his robes in vast sheets. His rheumy old eyes seemed to throw lightning in his anger. The paper landed on the side of his besotted hat. Dumbledore snatched it with his hand.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry Potter? How'd that little shit wit's name get into this?" Dumbledore inquired after reading the scrap of parchment.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">In the chaos that immediately broke out, Harry grabbed Ron, Séamus, and Dean. The four of them converged on the apparently wounded figure of Diktor Kum. While madness took hold of the Great Hall, the Gryffindors rolled the sullied form of the Spurmstung out of the dining hall and into the regular hall. From there it took very little to marshal the young man through the corridors. Along the way they stripped off their soiled clothing, including Kum's, as they aimed for one of the lesser used bathing facilities. Only a few ghosts saw them pass. Soon the quintet secreted themselves in the bathroom.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">This place is horrible, no?" Diktor asked as he seemed to regain his sense.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Blimey, look at `im," Ron gushed, his thick erection quivering. "Let's get him cleaned up."</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Before Kum could say another word, the Gryffindors hoisted him in the air and threw him into the ground-level bath. His body made a huge splash as he plunged into the warm water. The four other naked teenagers than flung themselves after the Spurmstung student. In his native Bulgarian that only he could understand, Diktor cursed and yelled while the Gryffindors converged on him armed with soap and washcloths. They proceeded to scrub his body, and their own, while getting in as many illicit gropes as they could. To a man they did not care who they managed to feel up during the melee in the small indoor bathing pond. The water continually refreshed itself and carried away the dirty water.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Spri se! Spri se!" Diktor yelled and batted at the four Snogwartians. His strength from playing a skeeter in professional fappitch gave him a very, very slight advantage.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The Gryffindors backed off a bit.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">I will -- how you say? -- go for drowning!" Kum shouted at them while wiping water from his eyes.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The eyes of Harry, Ron, Dean, and Séamus took in the sight of the naked and now clean Spurmstung. His body gleamed with health and rippled with muscles. Kum looked every inch a fappitch player in their collective imaginations. They stood with their stiff peckers pointing straight at him. To their delight, they saw Kum's penis begin to engorge. The five young men stared at one another.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Blimey," Ron whispered one of his favorite words. "You're gorgeous!"</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">You have bear dick, no?" Diktor queried while scanning Ron's body.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">No. I got hair," the youngest male Weasley said while pointing at his shining orange pubic hair.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Not what I mean. How you say... you have dick that look like a dick of bear."</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Never saw a bear dick before," Ron said and shrugged.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Trust me, you would like if you like your dick. Very much the same in some ways. Hair nice... like electrical wire pulled from old house," Diktor intoned and raised one eyebrow.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ah... thanks, I guess."</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">And you," Diktor said and pointed at Harry's stiffy. "What that mark you have there on tip? You get caught in bicycle chain?"</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry glanced down at his erection and saw the tell-tale scar.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Oh, that. No, I got that from He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Fucked when I was a baby. He fucked my parents to death, and then went after me," Harry gave a very short and somewhat inaccurate account.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">You have sex with adult male as baby?" Kum inquired and sounded confused.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Wasn't like that at all. He tried to kill me. That's how I got the scar."</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Don't ask," Séamus piped up. "The story changes all the time. The only part that's stays the same is he managed to have an orgasm as a baby and it caused The Dork Lord to explode. That's why we call Harry The Boy Who Came. Don't know if it's true or not, but there it is."</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Every word of it is true," Harry defensively rejoined.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Some of it. Least ways the bit about the scar, I reckon," Dean added, his dark skin glistening with water.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Like you'd know!"</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry, you're my best mate and I still don't know one part of the story from the rest. You were just a baby, so keep saying you-know-who gave you the scar," Ron chimed in.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry felt his face heat up.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">So this why you bring me here? To give me cleaning and argue?" Kum asked, and he sounded even more confused.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Oh, no, mate, not at all!" Ron answered as his voice dropped into a lewd octave.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Heard you lot from Spurmstung was nicking our mates from the halls and giving `em a scrum... if you know what I mean," Séamus said and winked.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">I do not," Diktor replied and shrugged.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Come on, mate. You know? The old twelve on the slug in an over-under," Ron stated, and even his friends glanced at him in utter bewilderment. "When you put a twelve gauge round in the top barrel and a slug round in the bottom on a shotgun. You know? Over under?"</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Lad, your pa needs to lay off the muggle stuff," Dean condescending retorted.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Get stuffed!" Ron hollered.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">What do think I'm trying to do? Wouldn't mind getting me some Bulgarian cream if I get the chance!"</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Is this insanity you are having now?" Diktor inquired.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">No, they're just trying to be clever and ended up mental," Harry told him. "We heard you and some of your schoolmates was kidnapping some of our mates and gang banging them. Like in an orgy."</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Oh, that yes. What we call `</span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>bik ticham'... or... ah, bull... when many bulls go together."</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Stampede?" Séamus offered a possible translation.</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yes, yes. That word. When all the bulls run. That we do to you Snogwarts people. Most seem to like. Those in green like best. Take many, many dick with no problem. One question I have though," Kum explained and asked.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The Gryffindor foursome looked on expectantly.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Why they have cherveĭ... ah, worm where sausage should be? I have little baby nephew bigger than them."</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It's part of the Slytherin tradition. It's what makes them so bad tempered," Dean stated.</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>No, no," Diktor said and held up a hand, curled his thumb and first three fingers over leaving only the pinking sticking out. "This not -- how you say? -- not with nature."</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Natural?" Harry guessed.</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Dah, natural. It like they stopped growing in pants long, long ago. We feel bad from them. Tell them they look, ah... normalen. Like you boys. You all look happy and normalen. Like me."</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Oh, mate, nothing like you," Ron gushed, returning to form. "You're better than normal."</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>But I am not bigger than any of you. See?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">They did see, and each of them grew even harder. Kum narrowed his eyes. The five young men stared at one another, mostly in open lust, and a tense silence settled over them. Diktor Kum's organ inflated to one roughly the same size as Harry and Séamus. Ron's, while shorter, possessed twice the girth of either of them. Dean nearly fell into a racial stereotype with the length of his hard-on. Diktor's eyes moved back and forth, up and down, as he scanned them.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>This is, ah, what we call a bull... run. Dah?" He finally inquired.</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Oh, it's gonna be so much more than that," Ron answered while reaching down and grabbing his rock hard member.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Séamus beat everyone to the punch when he fell forward, grabbed Diktor by the hips, and impaled his face on the young Bulgarian man's throbbing tool. It disappeared in to Séamus' mouth, and Kum inhaled with both surprise and pleasure. Once the plucky Irishman got it started, the five went into a free-for-all.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ron immediately slipped behind Diktor and dropped to his knees. His hands pulled apart the fappitch player's firm, rounded buttocks. Ron wasted no time in ramming his face between the quarter globes of flesh. His tongue darted in and out of the puckered hole. Ron lapped at it like dog taking a drink of water after walking through a desert. Diktor squirmed as the youngest Weasley male applied himself with vigor.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry stood and watched as Séamus continued to blow the Bulgarian, and then as Dean walked up to him. It seemed Kum never saw a naked young man of African heritage. As soon as Dean got into reach, Diktor took the long black cock into hand and began to stroke it. Harry grinned when Dean leaned in and began to trade a sloppy kiss with their guest because he knew Ron might explode with jealousy. However, he could guess what his best mate did at the moment. Ron knew his way around an asshole with his tongue. Harry envied Kum for a few moments. Without realizing it, Harry reached down and began to tug on his pecker as he took in the evolving sight before him.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Great Merlin, you've got a nice tonker," Séamus said a couple of minutes later when he came up for air.</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>My turn!" Ron yelled, and it seemed as if he apparated from the back to the front of Diktor to knock Séamus away.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Instead of getting angry, Séamus snickered as he watch Ron all but gulp down the Bulgarian's tool. In the meanwhile, Diktor whispered something to Dean. Dean's face broke into a huge smile and he nodded. Harry and Séamus watched their friend slide to the back of their object of lust.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Bet he ruts him," Séamus said in a whisper from the corner of his mouth.</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I'd be a fool to take that bet," Harry rejoined.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">As Ron continued his slavish worship of Diktor's dick, Diktor gazed at Harry and Séamus. His full lips stretched into a lewd smile as he stared at the two young men watching him. Five seconds later, Diktor's eyes rolled upward and he let out with a guttural groan. Over his shoulder Harry and Séamus could see Dean lean torso begin to undulate in a very telling manner.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You should have a go at Ron, mate," Séamus suggested.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Before Harry could answer, Séamus strolled forward. He then stood on the edge of the bathing pond perimeter. His wet body gleamed in the light of the dozens of candles that floated around overhead. Séamus' right hand then caressed the back of Diktor's head. Kum slowly leaned forward as he opened his mouth. He returned the favor Séamus did for him. Séamus' hooded Irish cock slid into the Bulgarian's mouth, and Diktor began to prove he could do more than play fappitch.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry shifted his gaze to Ron who, while on his knees, bent forward to continue sucking on Diktor. He considered what Séamus said. Despite being a gifted and natural bottom, Harry did like to go poking around from time to time. In over three years of being Ron's best friend, he only fucked the gregarious ginger-headed young man twice, and once after the got a hold of some hard butterbeer. Harry shrugged his shoulders and scooted forward. He came up behind his best friend and ran his hands around the meaty backside. Everyone agreed Ron possessed the best looking bum in their house year.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Like the taste of that do you, Ron?" Harry asked in husky voice.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ron answered with a salacious moan. Harry tested the situation by sliding his hand into the crevasse of Ron's ass. His fingers bushed against his friend's asshole. Ron's body bucked a little, but then he stuck his butt out a bit more. Harry decided a single further test would suffice. He carefully began to insert his index finger.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Oh, right on the spot, mate," Ron said after managing to take his mouth off the fappitch player's flesh bludgeon. Then his face sank back down.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry glanced around. Dean continued to grind his pecker in and out of Diktor, and his head bobbed up and down on the other side of Kum's shoulder. Ron appeared ready to spend the rest of his life sucking on Diktor, and Diktor seemed more than pleased with Séamus filling his mouth. Hence, Harry decided to play an unusual role. He pulled his hands free, stuck his fore and middle finger in his mouth, coated then in spit, and returned them to Ron's behind.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">It took a bit of work to get first one and then the other finger into his friend's hole. It indicated the Ron did not bottom very often or that Colin's size remained in question. However, once Harry got the second finger in and began to slowly work it around. Ron's butt started to move in a circle. It seemed he would not mind getting jabbed in the least. Thus, Harry moved into position. He pushed down on his almost sixteen centimeters of hard dick so it aimed at Ron. Then he the gradually thrust his hips forward. His cock slid along Ron's crack, so he continued to push it downward. After a few seconds, it reached a much softer spot. Harry pushed. His foreskin parted as the head began to find it's way.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ron moaned again, and it fell in time with a grunt from Diktor. Séamus began to breath hard. From his rearward position, Dean mumbled a few words. It sounded as though some invisible presence ordered them to make a report. Harry grinned. He sighed as he continued to apply pressure. The head of his cock worked past Ron's sphincter. Harry, experienced with taking a dick, knew to go slow but steady so as not to induce any pain. Ron clearly did not experience any discomfort. His ass thrust backwards even as his ginger-haired head twisted from side to side as he ministered to Diktor's organ.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Flaming dragons but you're</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>tight, Ron!" Harry appreciatively said while he wormed his hard organ deeper into his friend.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Before Ron could make any any reaction, Dean rumble: "Oh, fuck!"</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Dean preferred American cuss words over the ones used in the wizarding world. Hence, his sudden outburst could only mean one thing. His dark arms snaked around the pallid flesh of Diktor's chest, and Harry could see the muscles in the arms of his dorm-mate tighten. Moreover, Diktor's lower torso thrust forward. Ron mumbled in clear delight as Kum's cock to shoved deeper into his mouth. A small stream of filthy</span> <span>Yankee words dribbled from Dean as he obviously expelled his semen into the Bulgarian. Séamus hissed when Diktor started sucking harder on the Irishman, and that</span> <span>spurred Ron to the same level of exertion.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Following half a minute, Dean fell away and staggered backward to the edge of the bath. He leaned against it. His dark, long flesh spear gleamed in the candlelight as it began to sag. Dean looked very pleased. His eyes locked onto Harry's, and the two gave a knowing nod to one another.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Boy who makes things burn, take dark one's place," Diktor said, and he did not sound like someone who endured anything close to the torture Harry once imaged they would deliver. "Flame hair, keep doing... whatever it is that you do. It's good."</span></span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry felt rather than heard Ron's apparently please response. Further evidence arrived in the fact Ron's fuck hole tightened. In the back of his mind, Harry could well imagine the delight Ron experienced since he, himself, found himself in a similar position more often than not. Harry loved blowing a guy while another plowed his ass. He often tried to time their orgasms</span> <span>so both of his major orifices got filled with juice</span> <span>at the same time. When he managed that all but magical feat, it could cause him to spontaneously orgasm from a sense of pure achievement. At the moment, fucking his best friend felt incredibly good because he knew Ron got to live out part of his fantasy regarding Diktor Kum.</span></span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Dean continued to drag in lungfuls of air after spending himself inside of their guest. In the meanwhile, Séamus climbed down from edge of the bath and took up Dean's</span> <span>recently vacated spot. While missing around three and a half centimeters</span> <span>of Dean's twenty, Séamus could boast a pecker with a wide, flared head and a hard shaft that bulged in the middle. Harry could attest to the pleasure it could bring. Séamus reamed him several times, and it always satisfied. Hence, Harry studied Diktor's face. He saw the young man's eyes widen once the head gave way to the girthy middle portion of the shaft. He smirked at the response.</span></span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ron, in the meantime, latched his hands on Diktor's buttocks, thereby aiding Séamus, as he chowed</span> <span>on the Bulgarian pole. Harry started to wonder about Diktor's staying power. Dean knew how to screw an ass along with the best of them. That</span> <span>Kum could outlast Dean, especially since their guest got blown the whole time, added to the legend in Harry's mind. He planned on comparing notes with Ron once the bull run ended. However, Harry admitted it morphed from a gang bang into something of a five-man orgy. With his mind distracted, it allowed him to drill Ron's bottom without fear of reaching a climax.</span></span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Séamus</span> <span>did not even last a full five minutes poking around inside of Diktor. It seemed the fellatio he received before him primed his pump. Following four and half minutes of jackrabbiting</span> <span>Diktor, his arms and legs clamped onto the muscled form. Séamus also kicked Ron in the side of the head, but he did not dislodge the Weasley from his task. When he finished wildly pumping his juice into Diktor, Séamus fell off and into the water like a dying tick. Kum chuckled a deep, sonorous laugh.</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>That feel good, but should last longer," Diktor said as Séamus raised himself up from the water. "Fast, but short. No?"</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Sorry, mate, but you're tongue did the number on me wand," Séamus admitted what Harry already surmised. "Got some great lips there, Diktor!"</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Dah, and thanks."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Diktor then tapped Ron on the side of the head. For the first time in over ten minutes, Ron raised his face upward. Kum grinned at the red-head. Harry imagined Ron with a dumbfounded look on his face.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I think maybe I am ready to take you in," Diktor said, "if you want, but what you do is very good, too."</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What? Are you saying I can have a go at your bum?" Ron breathlessly inquired.</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Dah. I am saying that."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry fell backward into the water as Ron leapt up to a standing position. Dean and Séamus chuckled at the frantic actions of their friend. Ron did not hesitate one second as he swung around to the rear of the famed fappitch skeeter. Harry stood up and whispered a spell that caused the water beading on his glasses to roll off. He studied the Bulgarian as his best friend prepared to live out his ultimate dream.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Go slow with that, eh," Kum requested. "It is like trying to wraps arms around</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>oak tree after a climbing birch."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">None of the Snogwarts students appeared to understand the analogy.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ah, right. Go slow. Got it," Ron rumbled.</span></span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry saw Ron tilt his head downward. However, his main focus remained on Diktor. After a several seconds in which it appeared Ron fumbled around, Diktor's eyes suddenly popped wide open. The Bulgarian stared at some distant</span> <span>point while his mouth drooped. Harry completely understood the silent expression. He imagined he looked the same when first letting Ron enter him. Even at the age of eleven Ron boasted a very thick peg. It grew even more so as he fully entered puberty. Now at the age of fourteen, Ron's pecker out-sized the ring Harry could make with his thumb and middle finger. Over four</span> <span>centimeters</span> <span>separated his two digits when he tried to make them encircle his best mate's hard-on, and Harry possessed adult-sized hands. Hence, Diktor did not need to explain his expression.</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Chrez silata na Fokusnik Yaromir!" Diktor muttered in his native tongue, and he sounded befuddled.</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Doing all right there, Diktor?" Ron quietly asked and appeared to hold perfectly still.</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>This... you are man in boy's form," Diktor </span></span></span> </p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Just following in the family tradition," the youngest Weasley male said with evident pride. "I'll go easy on you."</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Dah, dah," their guest agreed.</span></span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ron did as promised. He moved with caution and slowly as Diktor gradually relaxed and accommodated the thick</span> <span>organ in his rectum. Harry could see Ron gyrated his hips in a circular formation. It meant his stout pecker wiggled around inside of Diktor, but did not pull against the adjusting anus. Diktor looked a bit delirious after a minute or so. He heard Dean and Séamus whispering to one another. Since Ron found a new activity, Harry decided to also partake of Kum's Bulgarian sausage. He knelt in front of the young man.</span></span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>In many ways Diktor's erection reminded him of Neville's, although the head seemed a bit larger</span> <span>and longer under the foreskin. When it entered his mouth, he could immediately taste the remnants of Ron's pumpkin desert. It tasted vaguely of all-spice. Harry started to bob his head up and down while one hand grasped the base of the cock. Since the first time he ever put one in his mouth, Harry knew he loved to suck on dicks. It felt natural and right to him, and he also developed a good style as he grew older. He often got compliments from his friends and the one-night stands</span> <span>into</span> <span>which he stumbled. The feel of the skin and the veins under the surface inspired him, plus he wanted to do his best for their guest. Time melted away as Harry fell under the trance of servicing another boy. Half the time he lodge Diktor's dick down his throat and lapped at the base. Through it all he could feel Ron grinding away on Kum's butt. All seemed right with the world.</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ne! O, ne!" Diktor's native tongue filled the bathing chamber. "Ne! Idvam! Idvam!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">As he yelled the words, a torrent of juice flowed out of his dick. Harry gobbled down the offering as fast as Diktor could produce it. Kum's hips jerked and twitched as a powerful orgasm rocketed through him. His hand got tangled in Harry's messy hair as he held the head still and crammed all of his cock into Harry's face.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Blimey! Tight!" Ron burbled. "Barnaby's nuts!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">It seemed the compression of Diktor's anus flipped Ron's switches. He heard Ron call out Barnaby's name many times in the past, a sure sign he, too, reached climax. Although he wanted to laugh at the situation, Harry left his mouth sealed on Kum's cock. The young man appeared able to sustain an orgasm. The young wizard fastened to the erection could not recall any other boy who could shoot as much sperm. Harry greedily slurped it down as it filled his mouth four times. However, all good things must come to an end, and Diktor's orgasm rapidly tapered. He could still hear Ron grunting on the other side of the Bulgarian.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You boys alright?" Dean asked and another giggle followed his question.</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Core, but that was awesome," Ron heaved out the words.</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I... nyet word English," Diktor stammered.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry pulled his mouth off the spent cock and said: "Just got fed a second dinner by him! Had to be a liter's worth gushing out!"</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Think you'll be satisfied for a while, Harry?" Séamus queried in a knowing manner.</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Pfft, course not. Be wanting more of this by tomorrow."</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You get all you need," Diktor spoke with a reasonable amount of command. "You no even need ask: just take."</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ready for me to pull out?" Ron intruded. "Think I dropped in a pretty good load, too."</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Dah, but slow. Make it slow good."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry, Dean, and Séamus snickered at the phrase, and Harry knew a new private joke just got created. While Ron dislodged himself from Diktor, Kum hummed the entire time. Harry did not need to guess why: the feel of Ron removing himself after a good rut defied description. It also signaled the end of the session.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The quintet stood in silence for a minute and gazed at one another in a bit of an awkward fashion. Granted, Harry, Ron, Séamus, and Dean engaged in mini-orgies a number of times in a year, but the presence of the famed fappitch player changed the equation.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>So this Snogwarts bull run, hmm? I like," he said to them.</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Might not be your last if you're not careful," Ron said in a pseudo-threatening manner.</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Then I should not be careful much near you, eh?"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">After a few seconds, the five of them burst into laughter. Harry felt wonderful even though he, himself, never came. A feeling of unity with his Snogwarts friends suffused him. He also sensed Diktor enjoyed himself far more than he expected. Furthermore, the look he cast at Ron made Harry feel especially happy for his best friend. Ron, more than any of them, got to experience a real-life dream</span></span></p> </div></div>
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Harry Potter and the Loo of Desire Chapter 3 This work is a parody of J.K Rowling's Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, and it is not endorsed by either J.K. Rowling or her publishers. As a parody, this work is protected under the Fair Use Doctrine. The characterizations in this work deviate significantly from the original, and this does not imply these characterizations exist in the original work. The author received no financial compensation or endorsements for the production of this work. All characters in this story are fictional. This story depicts sexual acts between consenting minor males. This story is meant for entertainment purposes only and in no way reflects reality. Please be aware of local laws or ordinances that may prohibit the reading of such material. Comments regarding the story may be sent to dricshae(at)gmail(dot)com Please support Nifty with donations if able. DONATE HERE (A Parody) Chapter 3: It's Not All Fun and Games The fact Harry and his friends ran off with Diktor meant they did not see the fall-out from the champion selection. The school spent over an hour searching for Harry while Harry and the Gryffindors completed their bull run on Diktor Kum. He got dragged to the headmaster's office instead of turning in for the night to slumber away in bliss. Harry got accused of all sorts of crimes by Professor Dumbledore. When he got to the point of naming Harry as He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Fucked, all the other professors clamored in protest. Alastor "Goo-eye" Moody, an auror from the Ministry of Magic assigned to oversee the Bi-Wizard Tournament and teach the Dark Arts class, interrogated Harry for several hours before he determined Harry played no role in adding his name to the magical loo. The red welts on Harry's face from where Moody slapped him around with a strangely long but even more strangely thin penis with a weirdly bulbous head testified to what the boy wizard endured. Even after that night rumors swirled around the campus that Harry performed some hitherto unknown feat of dark magic to get his name added as a contestant. His best friend got swayed by the rumors, and Ron grew surly toward Harry. Only Neville remained silent on the issue in the Gryffindor tower dorm room. As a result, Harry spent a week enduring all manner of gossip and slights. Even Hermione, who liked to slap him around, kept her distance for a while. Only Professor Snape seemed to want to talk to him, and even then to only whisper ever more insidious accusations. It left Harry feeling depressed. In the midst of the gloom, one small bright spot emerged. "This thing I know you did not make happen," Diktor said to him after Harry put up with seven days of non-stop public shaming. "No boy who suck like you could go dark." Diktor Kum going out of his way to talk to Harry made people pause and think. Every day the strapping Bulgarian would make a point of whispering words of encouragement. Sometimes Diktor said things so filthy Harry needed to run to the bathroom to relieve himself of the excitement. One small event, however, really began to change minds. "Harry?" An unfamiliar voice called out to him following lunch almost two weeks after the champion selection. Harry wheeled around and found himself face-to-face with Cedric Diggory, also known as Ass Cleft Digger but more often than not just Ass Cleft. The handsome, tall sixth-year Hufflepuff student gazed at him with a fairly lewd look. Harry felt his pants begin to tent outward because, like every other person in Snogwarts, he wanted at least thirty minutes alone with the young man to explore his baser wants. However, Ass Cleft's visage shifted. "I, um... you really got a scar... no, no," Ass Cleft stammered. "Hagrid wanted me to tell you to go see him after classes. If he's gonna do what I think he wants, you won't sit down for a month." "Nah," Harry said and waved away the suggestion. "We're close, but Hagrid only wants that from magical creatures. Did he say what he wanted?" "No, just that you need to go see him. Have, you, ah, ever seen him naked?" "Remember last year when that traveling zoo came though Snogsmeade, and remember that graphorn they had?" Ass Cleft nodded his head and looked adorable in the process. Harry felt an immediate urge to rip the boy's clothing off and live out his current fantasies. After a few seconds that really made Harry's pants feel tighter, Diggory lightly shook his head. "Remember how it got all relaxed from that spell and it's willy started sagging out?" Harry continued and fought against what he truly wanted to ask. Ass Cleft Diggory's eyes grew wide and he said: "Are you saying Hagrid is hung like that?" "Maybe not as long, but a lot like it," the younger student confirmed. "Blimey," Ass Cleft mumbled. "Probably the half of `im that's giant." "Ah, yes, I'd say so." The two looked at one another with a mix of awe, a touch of disgust, and more than a hint of imagination. Harry refrained from telling Diggory he saw the half-giant in an excited state once and how it boggled his mind. It informed Harry exactly why Hagrid chose to consort with animals: no mere human would survive a sexual encounter with the enormous man. "Right, right. So, ah, don't forget to go see him," Ass Cleft reminded him, and then his expression changed. "See you `round, Harry." "Yeah, you, too, Ass Cleft, and thanks." With that their little meeting ended. Cedric Diggory sashayed away, swinging his pert butt back and forth. Despite having already visited the loo once to toss off, Harry aimed for it again. Any time spent near Diggory tended to rev him up. Following dinner and before curfew, Harry sneaked away from the Gryffindor table without anyone following him. A scrum broke out between the Hufflepuffs and the Spurmstungs when the visitors attempted to snag one of the house members. Clothes got torn, and then Fred Weasley threw an orgy gas bomb into the middle of the fray. Harry could easily guess it would take the headmaster and professors at least an hour to break up the foregone sexual melee in the dining hall. The ruckus provided perfect cover. The cool October air brought a sense of peace to Harry after the hot, steamy environment that erupted in the great hall. He walked along pathway leading from the main castle to the hut Rubass Hagrid called home. It could easily house half of the Gryffindor boys, but Hagrid's size made it seem small. The fact he shared it with a Neapolitan mastiff that usually sat cowering in the corner and licking its behind only added to the cramped feeling. When Harry turned onto the switchback dug into the hill, he saw the yellow warm glow coming from the windows. He hoped his enormous friend made either coco or coffee for the cool night. Once at the hut, Harry stood on as stool and glanced inside to see if he could spot Hagrid. The keeper of the grounds sometimes went lurking about the woods or some of the darker places surrounding Snogwarts. However, Harry easily spied the half-giant dressed in a leather jerkin and shorts no sane person would be caught wearing. The young wizard shook his head and jumped down, only to trot to the door and begin banging on it. "Hagrid? You In? Ass Cleft told me to come see you!" He yelled while continuing to pound on the thick wooden slats of the door. "Hold yer horses!" Hagrid shouted from inside. Seconds later the door flew open revealing a man who stood just under eight feet tall. Harry glanced first at the enormous bulge in the front of the shorts, one that left very little to the imagination, before tilting his head up and smiling at the man. Hagrid beamed a smile in return. From the very first day Harry learned about his real nature as a wizard, Rubass Hagrid played a significant role as confidant, friend, and sometimes protector. Harry knew Hagrid wanted to sleep with him, but seeing the half-giant naked and aroused one time ruled it right out. "Well, don't ya just stand there: come in!" His friend invited him. Harry entered the hut filled with the various implements the man used in his daily duties, and more than a few he used on himself in private moments. Instead of gawking at some of the rather torture-like devices, Harry aimed straight for one of the huge overstuffed chairs sitting next to the fireplace. He plopped down into it, and it felt to him like being sucked into soft quicksand. "Don't let yerself get too comfortable there, Harry. We've got to take a little stroll," the man told him. "Where to, Hagrid?" He inquired. "Back into a part of the forest ya never been to." "What you got planned?" "None of what yer thinking, not that I wouldn't mind a go at it," Hagrid said and sounded a bit glum. "No, got some'in very `portant to show ya. All the rest know, so I figured it's only fair if ya got a look for yerself." Harry became more than a little curious and a lot more than cautious. Normally he and Hagrid would make bawdy sexual jokes at one another, and the fact his friend passed up the chance spoke volumes. Hagrid then went about putting on a pair of pants sans underwear. Harry got to see the half-giant's enormous fur-covered butt and a set of testicles the size of prime oranges hanging in what looked like a hairy grocery sack. After which the man slid his feet into shoes that could double as a canoe for house elves. Once Hagrid donned his voluminous moleskin coat, Harry followed his friend out of the house. "What about Fang?" Harry asked as they circled around toward the back of the hut. "He'd just shit hisself everywhere once we got to where we're goin'," Hagrid replied. "Ya might be wishin' ya brought another pair of skivvies with ya once ya see for yerself. Now keep quiet and stay close. We don't want to get caught now, do we?" Harry silently shook his head from side to side and followed closely on the heels of the groundskeeper. No one could doubt anybody knew the surrounding area of Snogwarts better than Hagrid. Thus, as they entered the Perverted Forrest, Harry let a hand snag the edge of Hagrid's coat so they would not get separated. It proved a wise choice as the towering man led them along a twisting path. The air seemed to grow close and fetid the further they traveled. Just before Harry asked Hagrid if they could return to the castle, a roar rent the air. Harry all but dry-humped Hagrid's leg in fright. "Ya'll be alright, Harry, long as ya keep close," Hagrid quietly told him. "And I better not find crusty spots where ya'd been hugging on me." "Piss off, Hagrid," Harry replied in what he hoped sounded like their normal playful banter. Before the man could answer, another roar tore through surrounding trees. Some ways off part of the woods lit up. Against what would seem advisable, Hagrid led them in the direction of flash. With each step the sound of a huge commotion grew. Light exploded from the same area time and time again. It did not help Harry much to begin to piece together what they find. He held a word in his head until Hagrid led them to hide behind a tree that offer little real protection. Roars and gusts of flame split the night. "Dragons!" Harry exclaimed in loud whisper. "Right in one, Harry," Hagrid drolly commented. "Ya'll be facing these on yer first test." "Ron's brother..." "Is right over there," the giant interjected. "Always got on a fair bit with Charlie, and he's the one what tipped me off `bout the others sneakin' down to get a look. Seems the Weasley boys are rather fond of ya, Harry." Harry blushed but did not answer. Aside from Ron, Harry never got the chance to engage in a dalliance with the other Weasley males. Fred and George seemed rather preoccupied with one another at all time. Percy annoyed him Harry to no end, and he only met Charlie and Bill Weasley a single time during one winter holiday break. However, not a single Weasley boy escaped Harry's notice, and not even the prat Percy. "Why dragons?" Harry half-yelled through a roar. "Can't tell ya that, Harry, but least ways ya'll know what yer facing. Maybe half the fright will be out of ya by then," his friend informed him. "How `bout we go and toss one off for a while t'relax." "In your dreams," the younger of the two replied. "But I do owe you one for this, Hagrid. Thanks." "Nah. Ya don't be owing me anything. The rest of the champions got a look, so, like I said, fair is fair." Harry nodded while craning his neck so he could see around the tree. Four dragons, each monstrously huge and of different species, seemed angered beyond measure. He watched as the wranglers, one he thought might be Charlie, kept the dragons from breaking loose. Harry could not imagine what enraged the beasts. However, it made him frightful of what the first challenge might entail. At the same time, the words of Professor Dumbledore, the threat to do in the participants, took on a heightened importance. It no longer seemed like simple fun and games. They did not linger long behind the tree as the dragon wranglers ran around putting out fires. Sooner or later he knew they would be discovered, and it appeared Hagrid felt the same. The half-giant gingerly led him back through the forest. It amazed Harry the enormous man could move as quiet as a mouse. Hagrid never once broke a branch or twig as he wound their way back to his hut. Despite knowing the temptation it would place on his friend, Harry changed his mind and decided to stay for a single cup of tea. In the case of his host, it meant a bucketful. "Why dragons?" Harry asked. "Can't rightly say, Harry, but I'll tell ya this: chuffed me a bit when they didn't ask for my help. I know dragons just as good as the rest of that lot. `Member Norbert?" Hagrid replied as he stoked the fire under the kettle. During Harry's first year at the school, Hagrid got tricked into revealing secret information by supposedly winning a dragon egg in a game of cards. Lord Holdequart's disembodied spirit took up residence in the late Professor Quirrel's anus as a large anal wart. The dark wizard attempted to steal a unique magical object coveted by bisexuals known as The Philanderer's Stone. Through sheer dumb luck and a magical resistance to Lord Holdequart, Harry managed to defeat both the Dork Lord and the professor and protect the stone. The dragon Norbert achieved a vaunted but short-lived career in Hagrid's cabin. Although Hagrid would not admit as much, everyone seemed to know the man sent the small beast tunneling in his rectum. Word spread that when the Magical Creature Enforcement Bureau arrived to confiscate Norbert, they found the dragonling covered in feces. Aside from that, they discovered the baby dragon in very good health and quite attached -- figuratively and not literally at the time -- to the half-giant. Hagrid sobbed for weeks after the removal of the dragon. "Hagrid, who could forget Norbert?" Harry replied as the memories whipped through him. "I could'a showed them half a dozen better places to hide the dragons where they wouldn't be riling up t'other magical creatures in the forest. Took me days to calm the centaurs down. They wanted to go on the war path and kill the dragons. Centaurs could do it, too!" Harry nodded while his friend talked. The tea, nearly as strong as an espresso, made the younger wizard slightly dizzy, a little giddy, and more than a bit edgy. His legs bounced up and down in an uncontrollable fashion as the tea began to affect him. "Doin' alright there, Harry? More tea?" His host inquired. "Nope, nope, nope, nope," Harry said like a machine gun. "I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine." Hagrid reached over and grabbed the basin-sized cup in front of Harry. The man held it under his nose and gave it a good sniff. His bushy eyebrows flew up his forehead almost to his low hairline. "Think I'll just set this aside and give ya some water," Hagrid mumbled. "So the dragons, Hagrid. Dragons. Big, bloated, scaly, evil tempered..." "Give it rest, Harry. Dragons just do what comes natural to them. Not their fault their as mean as a basilisk jumped up on fairy dust." Each year at the start of term the students of Snogwarts got a lecture about the illicit and illegal drugs available on the magical black market. One of the more notorious concoctions got called fairy dust. Some insane magic user figured out a way to mix muggle cocaine with old, ground up wands. It resulted in powder with highly addictive and often lethal properties. Any witch or wizard high on fairy dust got an incredible boost in their magical abilities. Stories, and more than few urban legends, regarding duels between witches or wizard cranked on fairy dust both entertained and frightened. A magic user who expended all of his his or her magic while high would begin to fold in upon him- or herself like a piece of intricate origami. Then that person would explode in a shower of burning glitter. It seemed even a half-wit would know better than to touch the stuff. "You know which species they are, so can you tell me what kind I might be facing?" Harry asked, and his voice sounded like someone quickly pulling a long zipper. Hagrid eyed him again and said: "Well, they weren't expecting ya as a champion, Harry, and that gummed up their plans. They planned on four dragon with three people so it would add an element of chance. Now, ye're looking at facing either a Swedish Short-sack, a Cumming Welsh Green, a Chinese Fiery Balls, or a Hungarian Horny-tail." "Which would you pick to face?" "Me? To fight? None of `em. They're each pretty wicked in their own way. But the one I'd least like to confront would be the Hungarian Horny-tail. Smartest of the lot. Not the fastest. Not the hottest fire or the spikiest tail, but smart as a whip." Harry blinked at the man's dire tone. "Most dragons can understand what a human says, but not all can speak. The Chinese might be able to, but I'd wager my last galleon a Hungarian can. No, Harry, if you're facing a dragon, better the t'other three than the Hungarian," Hagrid concluded in a grim manner. Harry could feel a worm of fear wiggling through his mind and chest. He never wanted to enter the tournament, and he privately damned the person who managed to sneak his name into the loo. Hermione advised him time and again to read the history of the contest, and he decided it might work in his favor if he did. Knowing he would face a dragon in his first challenge helped only a little bit since no one would likely tell them what the task actually entailed. He swallowed hard and stood up. "Hagrid, thanks... for the tea and all, and telling me `bout the dragons," he said and tried to sound more confident than he felt. "Maybe we can snuggle sometime soon... as a repayment for all the information you gave me." "Ah, that'd be sweet of ya, Harry," the half-giant cooed while he petted the mastiff that shied away from him. "No pokey-pokey, but just some togetherness." Hagrid rolled his eyes, but he smiled all the same. Harry glanced down at the distension in Hagrid's pants. It looked like someone hid an automobile tire behind the fabric. The sight reinforced the notion it might be better facing a dragon than taking it up the bum from his friend. It would split him wide open like a baked apple. He cleared his throat to distract his thoughts. "I think it's time I took some advice from Hermione and did a little reading," he confessed his immediate plan. "It'd make her happy to hear ya say that. Might even save ya a few bruises to boot," Hagrid intoned. "Maybe," Harry agreed. "Bye, Hagrid, and thanks a load." "Well, better in yer mind than on yer face, I always say." Harry chuckled at the perverse send off. He left the shack still completely and overly physically stimulated by the tea. His body vibrated as he walked toward the castle. Although the hour might be late, he believed he could get a book regarding the tournament history either from Madam Pince, the head librarian, or possibly from Hermione. His jittery condition begged him to jog, so he did. Never in his life did he ever travel the uphill path from Hagrid's to the castle in such a short amount of time. When he reached the front entrance, he shot through the door like comet. "Mister... urp, Potter!" Professor Snape's voice called out. A rock also hit Harry in the shoulder and he came to a screeching halt. "And where were... were, ah, you at this house?" The greasy man growled in a sloshy manner. "I was visiting with Hagrid," Harry Honestly replied while he kept his eyes focused on some distant point. "Just visiting?" "Think I'd be able to walk if it was more than that? I'd be in the infirmary!" Snape circled around him like a slightly flamboyant viper or a completely inebriated drag queen. His black, stained robes billowed around him like smoke from an improperly laid fire. Harry realized too late his flippant answer would cost him. Snape came to a halt behind him. "Aren't we the smart stu... stu... smart one this evening? You know what the punishment is for vio... vio... breaking..." The clock tower rang eight bells. "Violating what?" Harry sweetly inquired. "You know the headmaster put a proscription on you traveling out of the castle at night. Ten points from Gryffindor," Snape warbled in the same sweet tone Harry used, except now he sounded completely angry and very sober. Harry winced. Snape, however, lowered his head next to Harry's ear. An acrid aroma drifted into his nostrils, and he tried to keep from gagging. Harry focused instead on the granite blocks in the walls and the chipped flagstones of the entryway to stem his rising gorge. He made a mental note to ask Professor McGonagall why the Potions and Syrup master always smelled so repugnant and weird. "Or perhaps you fancy yourself strong enough to face a Dungeater. They're still out there, Potter, and you know they have it in for you," Snape hissed in his ear and the vile breath nearly set his hair on fire. "Yes, sir. I am aware of that, sir," Harry politely replied. "Then is it you don't care at all about the measures people far more worthy than you are taking to keep you safe... and alive?" "I wasn't aware of that, professor. Perhaps I should talk to Professor Dumbledore about it." Snape growled in his ear. At one point in his second year the headmaster told Harry some of the instructors in the school used their exceptional skills to help protect him. However, Dumbledore warned him keep that knowledge private and act as though he did not know. Hence, Harry knew Snape erred in revealing confidential information. He kept his mouth from curling into a smile. "I think it best if you forget this conversation, Potter," the offensive man rumbled. "What do I say when they ask about the ten points that got deducted?" Harry calmly inquired. Harry could swear he heard Snape's teeth grinding together before the man said: "Ten points to Gryffindor. Not be off! Leave me be!" He did not wait. His legs started moving a fast clip and propelled him out of the entry courtyard. Harry could well imagine at some point over the next few days Snape would find a way to deduct points to make up for the bungled opportunity. Yet Harry could not help but smile at the fact he outmaneuvered the professor on at least one occasion. Between that and Hagrid's tea coursing through his veins, he felt buoyant as he traipsed up the moving stairs toward the library. Fifteen minutes later he returned to the Gryffindor common room clutching an enormous, heavy tome. The spine bore the title Discourse and Words of Interest Concerning the History and Proceedings of the International and Inter-school Event Curiously Named the Bi-Wizard Tournament. Several of his house members stared in wonder as he lugged it toward an empty table and set it down with a loud thump. "Blimey, Harry, what'choo got there?" Ron asked from his spot on the sofa where he all but inhaled Colin's face. "As Hermione would say, just some light reading," he replied. Most of the people in the room giggled at the comment. While prone to physical assaults and violent outbursts, Hermione also carried a reputation as a bookworm and one of the smartest students in all of Gryffindor. Moreover, her gift for spellcraft made her a formidable witch few liked to cross. The fact his fellow Gryffindors laughed at his remark meant Hermione secreted herself in some other location. "It's some history on the tournament. Figured I should learn a little about it like she's always telling me to do," Harry added. "She'll soak her panties when she hears you listened to her," Ron blurted. Colin broke up laughing, and then Ron pushed the younger Gryffindor's head down into his lap. A gagging noise split the air for a moment. Harry shook his head. He knew all about Ron's issues in his relationship with Colin Creevey, but it seemed the two still planned to go forward. Ron leaned his head back with a broad smile on his face. Harry turned to his book. In the muggle world Harry tended to enjoy reading. He spent hours locked in his room reading action and adventure stories to transport his mind out of the drudgery of his real life. Even his former muggle school texts could help distract him from the mistreatment he received from his aunt, uncle, their spouses, and especially his cousin. At Snogwarts, conversely, he did not find much time to read for pleasure. Harry sometimes found it difficult to slog through the strange phraseology and terms employed in the wizarding world. From what he could gather, they appeared stuck in the sixteenth century. Thus, his unfamiliarity tended to reduce his comprehension. All the texts often require several re-readings by him before he could glean the full meaning. Thus, he expected to take several days to garner even the basics from the history book. It did not help when Ron and Colin began to shed clothes. No one else joined them, and they did not need the assistance. Colin, per usual, started to moan loudly as Ron began to feast on the slim form of the third-year student. The sounds of slurping and sucking filled the air. Harry knew exactly when they began to finger-bang each others bums when Ron let out with a long, sustained growl and Colin started to bark. He glanced over and saw the couple entwined in a tight sixty-nine position. The smell in the common room began to change as the two went at it with greater energy. Harry managed to find out the Bi-Wizard Tournament did not begin as an effort to forge stronger bonds between the schools, but to see who might be active heterosexuals or bisexuals in their schools. Since the advent of laws regulating heterosexual sex, breeders and bisexuals seemed to all but disappear. However, the odd unplanned pregnancies that emerged in the schools told a different story. Thus, they devised the tournament as a means to uncover those they considered sexual deviants. It worked, but it also worked far better than they anticipated. After the initial contest reportedly in 1288, although the author seemed uncertain as to the actual date, the Jizzengamot -- the high magical court -- got besieged with complaints and demands for reparations regarding the treatment of the suspected students, especially for those that got killed in the challenges. Thus, for thirty years the schools reworked the basic concept of the tournament, changed a number of rules, eliminated the clear and obvious deathtraps, and sought to make it slightly more egalitarian. It no longer centered on simply finding and eliminating the heterosexual and bisexual students. It became a real contest between the schools over ability and honor. "Oh, Merlin, more, Ron! More!" Colin howled. Ron held Colin's thin legs up in the air while he vigorously plowed the small bum. Harry could hear Ron's heavy balls slapping against Colin, and it distracted him from his reading. He also got fairly sexually aroused because he knew full well what the Creevey boy experienced. Some might wonder how Ron came from a family with ample bottoms and managed to arrive a highly trained top. The caterwauling rising up from the large couch gave testament to his youthful skill. Colin moaned and shrieked in ecstasy. Ron grunted like a horse pulling a heavy harrow behind him. It also made reading near nigh impossible. "Ron! Ron! Ron!" Creevey howled in time with the older teen's thrusts. "AH! Ron!" "Oh, for Oscar's sake, Colin, you came already?" Ron loudly complained in a husky voice. "When is it ever going to be my bleeding turn?" "When you learn to go first," Harry replied without even looking up from his book. "But he always begs for it. You know that," his best mate rejoined. "I do not," Colin weakly retorted. "You do, too, Colin. You always promise you're not going to spunk up, so Ron fucks you, and you shoot anyway. It's always the same. I've heard it dozens of times," Harry dryly informed the younger Gryffindor. Several people heartily agreed with Harry. Sensing he would get no more reading done in the common room, Harry closed the book and stood up. He glanced at his roommate and the boyfriend, and slowly shook his head. The second act would commence where in they would sit together in one of the armchairs or cubbyholes and argue about how they could make their sex better. It would center on Colin being too willing of a bottom and Ron being too good of a top. They would not settle on a solution to their problems, Harry knew, and he would spend the rest of the next day listening to Ron complain about it. Hermione would halt the whinging with a powerful, swift blow to either Ron's shoulder or thigh. She learned where not to hit when both he and Ron spent far too many nights under the agony of Skel-i-grow potion repairing broken clavicles, ribs, and sometimes arms. Harry left with a myriad of thoughts buzzing in his head. Harry lugged the heavy book up the stairs and to the dorm room. Inside he found Séamus fast asleep without the curtains drawn, and the bottle next to his bed informed him Madam Pomfrey gave him some assistance. During times when he experienced stress, Séamus would accidentally set fire to things in his sleep. He got replacement bedding at least seven times a year, and a new mattress at least once. Thus, the appeal to the school healer resulted in her prescribing a sleeping aid for Séamus. It knocked him out in such totality Harry privately worried Séamus would die if the room caught fire from other means. He eyed Séamus' creamy white bottom, upturned, and wonder if his friend would notice if he dropped in for a quickie. Harry shook his head and decided against it. He liked an interactive partner. "Hey, Harry," Neville's voice softly called out to him. Alone of all the dorm-mates, Neville preferred to sleep in pajamas. At the moment he sat up in his bed reading a book dressed in his favorite pink satin sleeping attire. Harry envied the comfort his friend appeared to take from the nightclothes. He, himself, almost always slept in the nude. It served multiple purposes aside from being comfortable. Harry crossed the room to his bed. "Huge book you got there. What's it on?" The shy teenager inquired. "Some of the history of the Bi-Wizard Tournament. Pretty strange affair, to be honest, and I'm surprised Dumbledore agreed to starting it up again," he replied while kicking off his shoes. "I overheard Professor McGonagall say it was Minister Fudgepacker's idea. She thinks he trying to corner Dumbledore into getting fired by getting a couple of students killed. If it's one of the visiting students, Fudgepacker thinks it'd be even better." "You and Dean hear the best gossip." "Dean eavesdrops; teachers just forgot I'm there most of the time," Neville revealed his not-so-secret secret method of gathering intelligence. "They just start talking around me, and I just listen." "Well, I don't forget you're there, mate," Harry rejoined with a wink. "I see what you're up to under your covers. Looks like fun." Neville turned a bright scarlet color. Harry tossed the book on the bed where it bounced five times before settling. He then started to strip off his clothing since he planned to do more reading before turning in for the night. It did not escape Harry's notice that while Neville bowed his head to make it seem as if he returned to his book, his eyes got locked looking upward. Harry decided to make a show of it. He slowly slipped out of his shirt and then his tee-shirt. Following which he unbuckled his belt with agonizing deliberateness. He used the same method when unbuttoning his pants and lowering the zipper. Harry wiggled his butt as he slid out of his jeans. He stood clad only in underwear and socks, and visibly aroused. "Ugh," he heard Neville mutter. A fast peek showed a tenting in Neville's pajama bottoms right at the fold of his crotch. It built a stronger case against Neville being a breeder. Harry slithered like a lewd snake after he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underpants. These he dragged down and bent over as he did so. When the garment touched his ankles, Harry stood upright. His pecker also stood upright. Neville's eyebrows shifted even further north on his forehead. Without saying a word, Harry crawled into his bed. He made sure his roommate got a very good look at his ass. He also stretched forward to arrange his pillows, and cool air wafted against his sphincter. It meant Neville could clearly see it. Once he got everything arranged, he flipped around to sit on his bed. Neville's head jerked downward. "Everything all right there, Neville?" Harry sly asked. "Fine. Fine," the boy mumbled, and the hard-on in Neville's crotch visibly trembled. Harry smirked as he grabbed his book. He situated the heavy volume against his stomach. It left his throbbing member fully exposed. The tome veritably creaked as he flipped open the cover. He found the page where he stopped reading and began to peruse the text. Harry did not want a detailed, in-depth knowledge of the tournament. He simply wanted a basic understanding of what happened in the past so he might be able to predict the future. His mind, however, remained split. Thus, he reached down with his right hand and began to gently stroke his hard organ. His fingers brushed up and down the length of his shaft, and it made Harry shiver a few times. When he carefully glanced over the edge of his book, Harry saw Neville freed his gorgeous member. It stood up straight, tapering from a slight bulge in the upper third of the shaft to the elegantly sloping head. Each time Harry saw it he thought he might lose control and race over to suck it. However, watching Neville masturbate proved very enticing. One hand encircled the middle of his scrotum and pulled down on it. Harry knew what that felt like and often did it himself. Neville's other hand glided along the length of his shaft. It seemed only a smidgen longer than Harry's with a girth somewhere between his and Ron's. Harry never failed to admit to himself how much he enjoy looking at Neville's erection. Harry flipped a page to keep up the reading ruse. He got a better grip on his pole and worked it a little more. Periodically he would check on Neville. His friend's eyes remained fastened on him. Harry could not fully explain why he found it so erotic to let Neville watch him masturbate while he watched Neville do the same, but it often proved a high water mark of any day. He suspected Neville did not share himself in the same manner with the other roommates, so the act made it feel more special. The thoughts heightened his excitement. Harry pulled a little harder. Neville kept pace with him. When Harry increased his stroking speed, the boy across the room followed suit. Although not a contest or race by any stretch of the imagination, it did presage the final outcome. It appeared Neville needed more of an excuse to toss off than Harry. After almost ten minutes of their escalating session, Neville's legs went stiff and his toes pointed outward. The glans of his penis flared as he pulled the foreskin down. His head with shaggy brown hair flopped backward with mouth open. A series of nearly inaudible grunts drifted toward Harry. Just as before, Neville's ejaculate came out like a spray instead of in tendrils. Drops of semen dappled his pajamas, creating dark peach spots on the pink satin. The long torso shook and shuddered as he came. It proved too much for Harry, and his climax rocketed into existence. A thin rope of sperm vaulted from the slit in the head of his cock. He heard it land with a small drum-like sound on his embroidered duvet. A second shot followed, though only half the volume of the first. Harry's body also shook as desire and orgasm battered his mind. A final third tiny volley commenced. It dribbled down Harry's fingers. He leaned back, panting, smiling, and glad for the moment. Following half a minute of rest, Harry opened his eyes and looked around. Neville stared at him with somewhat dopey grin on his face. "We've got to stop meeting like this," he said to his roommate. Neville turned a brilliant shade of red and shrugged his shoulders. "One of these days, Neville, you and me... you and me," Harry told him as a salacious smile spread across his lips. The teenager lying in his bed across the room appeared stunned for a second. His face shifted from red to purple. Then Neville buried himself under his covers. Harry heard him recite the cleaning spell. Harry chuckled. He held out his hand. "Accio wand." His beloved wand sailed into his waiting appendage. He imitated Neville and performed the cleaning spell. All traces of his spent fluids disappeared from the bedspread. In the back of his mind he wondered where it went. He recalled muggle scientists saying matter could not be completely destroyed and only reverted to its energy form. It made him ponder the nature of magic, something Harry dearly loved. The puzzled seemed just out of reach, so he pushed the question further into the attic of his mind. His eyes returned to the book, and he flipped back to the last page he actually read. "Night, Harry," he heard a small voice say. Harry glanced over the edge of his book, spied his friend peeking at him from under the covers, and said: "Good night, Neville, and, ah, thanks. I needed that. Enjoyed it, too." "Yeah, me, too," Neville squeaked and then his face disappeared under the covers. Harry stared at the young man buried under his blankets. For reasons he could not quite explain to himself, Neville caught his eye. The teenager did not possess the body of Diktor Kum or even Ron, but it seemed pleasing fit. Neville did not project a forward personality like Hermione or half the witches and wizards he knew. He lacked the arrogance and pretense of Draco Malfoy; a facet anyone and everyone would find appealing. Neville just went quietly about his business in a polite manner and made trouble for no one. In some respects, the shy young man seemed like a calm spot in the unsteady sea of Snogwarts life. Then entire topic of Neville Longbottom fascinated Harry to some degree, and he set it aside for the time being as other concerns regarding dragons and tournaments took center stage. "Me, too, Neville. Me, too," he repeated the final words of his friend as he submerged himself in the text.
<div id="readability-content"><h1>Harry Potter and the Loo of Desire Chapter 3</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> <p> This work is a parody of J.K Rowling's <u>Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire</u>, and it is not endorsed by either J.K. Rowling or her publishers. As a parody, this work is protected under the Fair Use Doctrine. </p> <p> The characterizations in this work deviate significantly from the original, and this does not imply these characterizations exist in the original work. The author received no financial compensation or endorsements for the production of this work.</p> <p> All characters in this story are fictional. This story depicts sexual acts between consenting minor males. This story is meant for entertainment purposes only and in no way reflects reality. Please be aware of local laws or ordinances that may prohibit the reading of such material.</p> <p> Comments regarding the story may be sent to dricshae(at)gmail(dot)com</p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Please support Nifty with donations if able. <a href="http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html">DONATE HERE</a> </span></span></span> </p> <hr> <h3>(A Parody)</h3> <h3>Chapter 3: It's Not All Fun and Games</h3> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The fact Harry and his friends ran off with Diktor meant they did not see the fall-out from the champion selection. The school spent over an hour searching for Harry while Harry and the Gryffindors completed their bull run on Diktor Kum. He got dragged to the headmaster's office instead of turning in for the night to slumber away in bliss.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry got accused of all sorts of crimes by Professor Dumbledore. When he got to the point of naming Harry as He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Fucked, all the other professors clamored in protest. Alastor "Goo-eye"</span> <span>Moody, an auror from the Ministry of Magic assigned to oversee the Bi-Wizard Tournament and teach the Dark Arts class, interrogated Harry for several hours before he determined Harry played no role in adding his name to the magical loo. The red welts on Harry's face from where Moody slapped him around with a strangely long but even more strangely thin penis with a weirdly bulbous head</span> <span>testified to what the boy wizard endured.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Even after that night rumors swirled around the campus that Harry performed some hitherto unknown feat of dark magic to get his name added as a contestant. His best friend got swayed by the rumors, and Ron grew surly toward Harry. Only Neville remained silent on the issue in the Gryffindor tower dorm room. As a result, Harry spent a week enduring all manner of gossip and slights. Even Hermione, who liked to slap him around, kept her distance for a while. Only Professor Snape seemed to want to talk to him, and even then to only whisper ever more insidious accusations. It left Harry feeling depressed. In the midst of the gloom, one small bright spot emerged.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>This thing I know you did not make happen," Diktor said to him after Harry put up with seven days of non-stop public shaming. "No boy who suck like you could go dark."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Diktor Kum going out of his way to talk to Harry made people pause and think. Every day the strapping Bulgarian would make a point of whispering words of encouragement. Sometimes Diktor said things so filthy Harry needed to run to the bathroom to relieve himself of the excitement. One small event, however, really began to change minds.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry?" An unfamiliar voice called out to him following lunch almost two weeks after the champion selection.</span></span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry wheeled around and found himself face-to-face with Cedric Diggory, also known as</span> <span>Ass Cleft Digger but more often than not just Ass Cleft. The handsome, tall sixth-year Hufflepuff student gazed at him with a fairly lewd look. Harry felt his pants begin to tent outward because, like every other person in Snogwarts, he wanted at least thirty</span> <span>minutes alone with the young man to explore his baser wants. However, Ass Cleft's visage shifted.</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I, um... you really got a scar... no, no," Ass Cleft stammered. "Hagrid wanted me to tell you to go see him after classes. If he's gonna do what I think he wants, you won't sit down for a month."</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Nah," Harry said and waved away the suggestion. "We're close, but Hagrid only</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>wants that from magical creatures. Did he say what he wanted?"</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>No, just that you need to go see him. Have, you, ah, ever seen him naked?"</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Remember last year when that traveling zoo came though Snogsmeade, and remember that graphorn they had?"</span></span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ass Cleft nodded his head and looked adorable in the process. Harry felt an immediate urge to rip the boy's clothing off and live out his current fantasies. After a few seconds that really made Harry's</span> <span>pants feel tighter, Diggory</span> <span>lightly shook his head.</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Remember how it got all relaxed from that spell and it's willy started sagging out?" Harry continued and fought against what he truly wanted to ask.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ass Cleft Diggory's eyes grew wide and he said: "Are you saying Hagrid is hung like that?"</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Maybe not as long, but a lot like it," the younger student confirmed.</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Blimey," Ass Cleft mumbled. "Probably the half of `im that's giant."</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ah, yes, I'd say so."</span></span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>The two looked at one another with a mix of awe, a touch of disgust, and more than a hint of imagination. Harry refrained from telling Diggory he saw the half-giant in an excited state once and how it boggled his mind. It informed Harry exactly why</span> <span>Hagrid chose to consort with animals: no mere human would survive a sexual encounter with the enormous man.</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Right, right. So, ah, don't forget to go see him," Ass Cleft reminded him, and then his expression changed. "See you `round, Harry."</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yeah, you, too, Ass Cleft, and thanks."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">With that their little meeting ended. Cedric Diggory sashayed away, swinging his pert butt back and forth. Despite having already visited the loo once to toss off, Harry aimed for it again. Any time spent near Diggory tended to rev him up.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Following dinner and before curfew, Harry sneaked away from the Gryffindor table without anyone following him. A scrum broke out between the Hufflepuffs and the Spurmstungs when the visitors attempted to snag one of the house members. Clothes got torn, and then Fred Weasley threw an orgy gas bomb into the middle of the fray. Harry could easily guess it would take the headmaster and professors at least an hour to break up the foregone sexual melee in the dining hall. The ruckus provided perfect cover.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>The cool October air brought a sense of peace to Harry after the</span> <span>hot, steamy environment that erupted in the great hall. He walked along pathway leading from the main castle to the hut Rubass Hagrid called home. It could easily house half of the Gryffindor boys, but Hagrid's size made it seem small. The fact he shared it with a Neapolitan mastiff that usually sat cowering in the corner and licking its behind only added to the cramped feeling. When Harry turned onto the switchback dug into the hill, he saw the yellow warm glow coming from the windows. He hoped his enormous friend made either coco or coffee for the cool night.</span></span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Once at the hut, Harry stood on as stool and glanced inside to see if he could spot Hagrid. The keeper of the grounds sometimes went lurking about the woods or some of the darker</span> <span>places surrounding</span> <span>Snogwarts. However, Harry easily spied the half-giant dressed in a leather jerkin and shorts no sane person would be caught wearing. The young wizard shook his head and jumped down, only to trot to the door and begin banging on it.</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Hagrid? You In? Ass Cleft told me to come see you!" He yelled while continuing to pound on the thick wooden slats of the door.</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Hold yer horses!" Hagrid shouted from inside.</span></span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Seconds later the door flew open revealing a</span> <span>man who stood just under eight feet tall. Harry glanced first at the enormous bulge in the front of the shorts, one that left very little to the imagination, before tilting his head up and smiling at the man. Hagrid beamed a smile in return. From the very first day Harry learned about his real nature as a wizard, Rubass Hagrid played a significant role as confidant, friend, and sometimes protector. Harry knew Hagrid wanted to sleep with him, but seeing the half-giant naked and aroused one time ruled it right out.</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well, don't ya just stand there: come in!" His friend invited him.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry entered the hut filled with the various implements the man used in his daily duties, and more than a few he used on himself in private moments. Instead of gawking at some of the rather torture-like devices, Harry aimed straight for one of the huge overstuffed chairs sitting next to the fireplace. He plopped down into it, and it felt to him like being sucked into soft quicksand.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Don't let yerself get too comfortable there, Harry. We've got to take a little stroll," the man told him.</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Where to, Hagrid?" He inquired.</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Back into a part of the forest ya never been to."</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What you got planned?"</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>None of what yer thinking, not that I wouldn't mind a go at it," Hagrid said and sounded a bit glum. "No, got some'in very `portant to show ya. All the rest know, so I figured it's</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>only fair if ya</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>got a look for yerself."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry became more than a little curious and a lot more than cautious. Normally he and Hagrid would make bawdy sexual jokes at one another, and the fact his friend passed up the chance spoke volumes. Hagrid then went about putting on a pair of pants sans underwear. Harry got to see the half-giant's enormous fur-covered butt and a set of testicles the size of prime oranges hanging in what looked like a hairy grocery sack. After which the man slid his feet into shoes that could double as a canoe for house elves. Once Hagrid donned his voluminous moleskin coat, Harry followed his friend out of the house.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What about Fang?" Harry asked as they circled around toward the back of the hut.</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>He'd just shit hisself everywhere once we got to where we're goin'," Hagrid replied. "Ya might be wishin' ya brought another pair of skivvies with ya once ya</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>see for yerself. Now keep quiet and stay close. We don't want to get caught now, do we?"</span></span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry silently shook his head from side to side and followed closely on the heels of the groundskeeper. No one could doubt anybody</span> <span>knew the surrounding area of Snogwarts better than Hagrid. Thus, as they entered the Perverted Forrest, Harry let a hand snag the edge of Hagrid's coat so they would not get separated. It proved a wise choice as the towering man led them along a twisting path. The air seemed to grow close and fetid the further they traveled. Just before Harry asked Hagrid if they could return to the castle, a roar rent the air. Harry all but dry-humped Hagrid's leg in fright.</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ya</span></span></span>'<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>ll be alright, Harry, long as ya keep close," Hagrid quietly told him. "And I better not find crusty spots where ya</span></span></span>'<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>d been hugging on me."</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Piss off, Hagrid," Harry replied in what he hoped sounded like their normal playful banter.</span></span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Before the man could answer, another roar tore through surrounding trees. Some ways off part of the woods lit up. Against what would seem advisable, Hagrid led them in the direction of flash. With each step the sound of a huge commotion grew. Light exploded from the same area time and time again. It did not help Harry much to begin to piece together what they find. He held a word in his head until Hagrid led them to hide behind a tree that offer little real protection. Roars and gusts</span> <span>of flame split the night.</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Dragons!" Harry exclaimed in loud whisper.</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Right in one, Harry," Hagrid drolly commented. "Ya</span></span></span>'<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>ll be facing these on yer first test."</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ron's brother..."</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Is right over there," the giant interjected. "Always got on a fair bit with Charlie, and he's the one what tipped me off `bout the others</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>sneakin' down to get a look. Seems the Weasley boys are rather fond of ya, Harry."</span></span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry blushed but did not answer. Aside from Ron, Harry never got the chance to engage in a dalliance with the other Weasley males. Fred and George seemed rather preoccupied with one another at all time. Percy annoyed him Harry to no end, and he only met Charlie</span> <span>and Bill Weasley a single time during one winter holiday break. However, not a single Weasley boy</span> <span>escaped Harry's notice, and not even the prat Percy.</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Why dragons?" Harry half-yelled through a roar.</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Can't tell ya that, Harry, but least ways ya</span></span></span>'<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>ll know what yer facing. Maybe half the fright will be out of ya by then," his friend informed him. "How `bout we go and toss one off for a while t'relax."</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>In your dreams," the younger of the two replied. "But I do owe you one for this, Hagrid. Thanks."</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Nah. Ya don't be owing me anything. The rest of the champions got a look, so, like I said, fair is fair."</span></span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry nodded while craning his neck so he could see around the tree. Four dragons, each monstrously huge and of different species, seemed angered beyond measure. He watched as the wranglers, one he thought might be Charlie, kept the dragons from breaking loose. Harry could not imagine what enraged the beasts. However, it made him frightful of what the first challenge might entail. At the same time, the words of Professor Dumbledore, the threat to do in the participants, took on a heightened importance. It no longer seemed like simple</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>fun and games.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">They did not linger long behind the tree as the dragon wranglers ran around putting out fires. Sooner or later he knew they would be discovered, and it appeared Hagrid felt the same. The half-giant gingerly led him back through the forest. It amazed Harry the enormous man could move as quiet as a mouse. Hagrid never once broke a branch or twig as he wound their way back to his hut. Despite knowing the temptation it would place on his friend, Harry changed his mind and decided to stay for a single cup of tea. In the case of his host, it meant a bucketful.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Why dragons?" Harry asked.</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Can't rightly say, Harry, but I'll tell ya this: chuffed me a bit when they didn't ask for my help. I know dragons just as good as the rest of that lot. `Member Norbert?" Hagrid replied as he stoked the fire under the kettle.</span></span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>During Harry's first year at the school, Hagrid got tricked into revealing secret information by supposedly winning a dragon egg in a game of cards. Lord Holdequart's disembodied spirit took up residence in the late Professor Quirrel's anus as a large</span> <span>anal wart. The dark wizard attempted to steal a unique magical object coveted by bisexuals known as The Philanderer's Stone. Through sheer dumb luck and a magical resistance to Lord Holdequart, Harry managed to defeat both the Dork Lord and the professor and protect the stone. The dragon Norbert achieved a vaunted but short-lived career in Hagrid's cabin.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Although Hagrid would not admit as much, everyone seemed to know the man sent the small beast tunneling in his rectum. Word spread that when the Magical Creature Enforcement Bureau arrived to confiscate Norbert, they found the dragonling covered in feces. Aside from that, they discovered the baby dragon in very good health and quite attached -- figuratively and not literally at the time -- to the half-giant. Hagrid sobbed for weeks after the removal of the dragon.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Hagrid, who could forget Norbert?" Harry replied as the memories whipped through him.</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I could'a showed them half a dozen better places to hide the dragons where they wouldn't be riling up t'other magical creatures in the forest. Took me days to calm the centaurs down. They wanted to go on the war path and kill the dragons. Centaurs could do it, too!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry nodded while his friend talked. The tea, nearly as strong as an espresso, made the younger wizard slightly dizzy, a little giddy, and more than a bit edgy. His legs bounced up and down in an uncontrollable fashion as the tea began to affect him.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Doin' alright there, Harry? More tea?" His host inquired.</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Nope, nope, nope, nope," Harry said like a machine gun. "I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Hagrid reached over and grabbed the basin-sized cup in front of Harry. The man held it under his nose and gave it a good sniff. His bushy eyebrows flew up his forehead almost to his low hairline.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Think I'll just set this aside and give ya some water," Hagrid mumbled.</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>So the dragons, Hagrid. Dragons. Big, bloated, scaly, evil tempered..."</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Give it rest, Harry. Dragons just do what comes natural to them. Not their fault their as mean as a basilisk jumped up on fairy dust."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Each year at the start of term the students of Snogwarts got a lecture about the illicit and illegal drugs available on the magical black market. One of the more notorious concoctions got called fairy dust. Some insane magic user figured out a way to mix muggle cocaine with old, ground up wands. It resulted in powder with highly addictive and often lethal properties. Any witch or wizard high on fairy dust got an incredible boost in their magical abilities. Stories, and more than few urban legends, regarding duels between witches or wizard cranked on fairy dust both entertained and frightened. A magic user who expended all of his his or her magic while high would begin to fold in upon him- or herself like a piece of intricate origami. Then that person would explode in a shower of burning glitter. It seemed even a half-wit would know better than to touch the stuff.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You know which species they are, so can you tell me what kind I might be facing?" Harry asked, and his voice sounded like someone quickly pulling a long zipper.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Hagrid eyed him again and said: "Well, they weren't expecting ya as a champion, Harry, and that gummed up their plans. They planned on four dragon with three people so it would add an element of chance. Now, ye're looking at facing either a Swedish Short-sack, a Cumming Welsh Green, a Chinese Fiery Balls, or a Hungarian Horny-tail."</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Which would you pick to face?"</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Me? To fight? None of `em. They're each pretty wicked in their own way. But the one I'd least like to confront would be the Hungarian Horny-tail. Smartest of the lot. Not the fastest. Not the hottest fire or the spikiest tail, but smart as a whip."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry blinked at the man's dire tone.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Most dragons can understand what a human says, but not all can speak. The Chinese might be able to, but I'd wager my last galleon a Hungarian can. No, Harry, if you're facing a dragon, better the t'other three than the Hungarian," Hagrid concluded in a grim manner.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry could feel a worm of fear wiggling through his mind and chest. He never wanted to enter the tournament, and he privately damned the person who managed to sneak his name into the loo. Hermione advised him time and again to read the history of the contest, and he decided it might work in his favor if he did. Knowing he would face a dragon in his first challenge helped only a little bit since no one would likely tell them what the task actually entailed. He swallowed hard and stood up.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Hagrid, thanks... for the tea and all, and telling me `bout the dragons," he said and tried to sound more confident than he felt. "Maybe we can snuggle sometime soon... as a repayment for all the information you gave me."</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ah, that'd be sweet of ya, Harry," the half-giant cooed while he petted the mastiff that shied away from him.</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>No pokey-pokey, but just some togetherness."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Hagrid rolled his eyes, but he smiled all the same. Harry glanced down at the distension in Hagrid's pants. It looked like someone hid an automobile tire behind the fabric. The sight reinforced the notion it might be better facing a dragon than taking it up the bum from his friend. It would split him wide open like a baked apple. He cleared his throat to distract his thoughts.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I think it's time I took some advice from Hermione and did a little reading," he confessed his immediate plan.</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It'd make her happy to hear ya say that. Might even save ya a few bruises to boot," Hagrid intoned.</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Maybe," Harry agreed. "Bye, Hagrid, and thanks a load."</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well, better in yer mind than on yer face, I always say."</span></span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Harry chuckled at the perverse send off. He left the shack still completely and overly physically stimulated by the tea. His body vibrated as he walked toward the castle. Although the hour might be late, he believed he could get a book regarding the tournament history either from Madam Pince, the head librarian, or possibly from Hermione. His jittery condition begged him to jog, so he did. Never in his life did he ever travel the uphill</span> <span>path from Hagrid's</span> <span>to the castle in such a short amount of time. When he reached the front entrance, he shot through the door like comet.</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Mister... urp, Potter!" Professor Snape's voice called out.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">A rock also hit Harry in the shoulder and he came to a screeching halt.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>And where were... were, ah, you at this house?" The greasy man growled in a sloshy manner.</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I was visiting with Hagrid," Harry Honestly replied while he kept his eyes focused on some distant point.</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Just visiting?"</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Think I'd be able to walk if it was more than that? I'd be in the infirmary!"</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Snape circled around him like a slightly flamboyant viper or a completely inebriated drag queen. His black, stained robes billowed around him like smoke from an improperly laid fire. Harry realized too late his flippant answer would cost him. Snape came to a halt behind him.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Aren't we the smart stu... stu... smart one this evening? You know what the punishment is for vio... vio... breaking..."</span></span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>The clock tower rang eight</span> <span>bells.</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Violating what?" Harry sweetly inquired.</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You know the headmaster put a proscription on you traveling out of the castle at night. Ten points from Gryffindor," Snape warbled in the same sweet tone Harry used, except now he sounded completely angry and very sober.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry winced. Snape, however, lowered his head next to Harry's ear. An acrid aroma drifted into his nostrils, and he tried to keep from gagging. Harry focused instead on the granite blocks in the walls and the chipped flagstones of the entryway to stem his rising gorge. He made a mental note to ask Professor McGonagall why the Potions and Syrup master always smelled so repugnant and weird.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Or perhaps you fancy yourself strong enough to face a Dungeater. They're still out there, Potter, and you know they have it in for you," Snape hissed in his ear and the vile breath nearly set his hair on fire.</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yes, sir. I am aware of that, sir," Harry politely replied.</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Then is it you don't care at all about the measures</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>people far more worthy than</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>you are taking</span></span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>to keep you safe... and alive?"</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I wasn't aware of that, professor. Perhaps I should talk to Professor Dumbledore about it."</span></span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Snape growled in his ear.</span></span> <span>At one point in his second year the headmaster told Harry some of the instructors in the school used their exceptional skills to help protect him. However, Dumbledore warned him keep that knowledge private and act as though he did not know. Hence, Harry knew Snape erred</span> <span>in revealing confidential information. He kept his mouth from curling into a smile.</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I think it best if you forget this conversation, Potter," the offensive man rumbled.</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>What do I say when they ask about the ten points that got deducted?" Harry calmly inquired.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry could swear he heard Snape's teeth grinding together before the man said: "Ten points to Gryffindor. Not be off! Leave me be!"</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">He did not wait. His legs started moving a fast clip and propelled him out of the entry courtyard. Harry could well imagine at some point over the next few days Snape would find a way to deduct points to make up for the bungled opportunity. Yet Harry could not help but smile at the fact he outmaneuvered the professor on at least one occasion. Between that and Hagrid's tea coursing through his veins, he felt buoyant as he traipsed up the moving stairs toward the library.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Fifteen minutes later he returned to the Gryffindor common room clutching an enormous, heavy tome. The spine bore the title <u>Discourse and Words of Interest Concerning the History and Proceedings of the International and Inter-school Event Curiously Named the Bi-Wizard Tournament</u>. Several of his house members stared in wonder as he lugged it toward an empty table and set it down with a loud thump.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Blimey, Harry, what'choo got there?" Ron asked from his spot on the sofa where he all but inhaled Colin's face.</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>As Hermione would say, just some light reading," he replied.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Most of the people in the room giggled at the comment. While prone to physical assaults and violent outbursts, Hermione also carried a reputation as a bookworm and one of the smartest students in all of Gryffindor. Moreover, her gift for spellcraft made her a formidable witch few liked to cross. The fact his fellow Gryffindors laughed at his remark meant Hermione secreted herself in some other location.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>It's some history on the tournament. Figured I should learn a little about it like she's always telling me to do," Harry added.</span></span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>She'll soak her panties when she hears you listened to her," Ron blurted.</span></span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Colin broke up laughing, and then Ron pushed the younger Gryffindor's</span> <span>head down into his lap. A gagging noise split the air for a moment. Harry shook his head. He knew all about Ron's issues in his relationship with Colin Creevey, but it seemed the two still planned to go forward. Ron leaned his head back with a broad smile on his face. Harry turned to his book.</span></span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>In the muggle world Harry tended to enjoy reading. He spent hours locked in his room reading action and adventure stories to transport his mind out of the drudgery of his real life. </span><span><span>Even his former muggle school texts could help distract him from the mistreatment he received from his aunt, uncle, their spouses,</span></span><span> </span><span><span>and especially his cousin. At Snogwarts, conversely, he did not find much time to read for pleasure. Harry sometimes found it difficult to slog through the strange phraseology and terms</span></span><span> </span><span><span>employed in the wizarding world. From what he could gather, they appeared stuck in the sixteenth</span></span><span> </span><span><span>century. Thus, his unfamiliarity tended to reduce his comprehension. All the texts often require several re-readings by him before he could glean the full meaning. Thus, he expected to take several days</span></span><span> </span><span><span>to garner even the basics from the history book.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">It did not help when Ron and Colin began to shed clothes. No one else joined them, and they did not need the assistance. Colin, per usual, started to moan loudly as Ron began to feast on the slim form of the third-year student. The sounds of slurping and sucking filled the air. Harry knew exactly when they began to finger-bang each others bums when Ron let out with a long, sustained growl and Colin started to bark. He glanced over and saw the couple entwined in a tight sixty-nine position. The smell in the common room began to change as the two went at it with greater energy.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry managed to find out the Bi-Wizard Tournament did not begin as an effort to forge stronger bonds between the schools, but to see who might be active heterosexuals or bisexuals in their schools. Since the advent of laws regulating heterosexual sex, breeders and bisexuals seemed to all but disappear. However, the odd unplanned pregnancies that emerged in the schools told a different story. Thus, they devised the tournament as a means to uncover those they considered sexual deviants. It worked, but it also worked far better than they anticipated.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>After the initial contest reportedly in 1288, although the author seemed uncertain as to the actual date, the Jizzengamot -- the high magical court -- got besieged with complaints and demands for reparations regarding the treatment of the suspected students, especially for those that got killed in the challenges. Thus, for thirty years the schools reworked the basic concept of the tournament, changed a number of rules, eliminated the clear and obvious deathtraps, and sought to make it slightly more egalitarian. It no longer centered on simply finding and eliminating the heterosexual and bisexual students. It became a real contest between the schools</span></span><span> </span><span><span>over ability and honor.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Oh, Merlin, more, Ron! More!" Colin howled.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ron held Colin's thin legs up in the air while he vigorously plowed the small bum. Harry could hear Ron's heavy balls slapping against Colin, and it distracted him from his reading. He also got fairly sexually aroused because he knew full well what the Creevey boy experienced. Some might wonder how Ron came from a family with ample bottoms and managed to arrive a highly trained top. The caterwauling rising up from the large couch gave testament to his youthful skill. Colin moaned and shrieked in ecstasy. Ron grunted like a horse pulling a heavy harrow behind him. It also made reading near nigh impossible.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ron! Ron! Ron!" Creevey howled in time with the older teen's thrusts. "AH! Ron!"</span></span></span></p> <p><span>"</span><span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Oh, for Oscar's sake, Colin, you came already?" Ron loudly complained in a husky voice. "When is it ever going to be my bleeding turn?"</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span>"</span><span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>When you learn to go first," Harry replied without even looking up from his book.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>But he always begs for it. You know that," his best mate rejoined.</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I do not," Colin weakly retorted.</span></span></span></p> <p><span>"</span><span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You do, too, Colin. You always promise you're not going to spunk up, so Ron fucks you, and you shoot anyway. It's always the same. I've heard it dozens of times," Harry dryly informed the younger Gryffindor.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Several people heartily agreed with Harry. Sensing he would get no more reading done in the common room, Harry closed the book and stood up. He glanced at his roommate and the boyfriend, and slowly shook his head. The second act would commence where in they would sit together in one of the armchairs or cubbyholes and argue about how they could make their sex better. It would center on Colin being too willing of a bottom and Ron being too good of a top. They would not settle on a solution to their problems, Harry knew, and he would spend the rest of the next day listening to Ron complain about it. Hermione would halt the whinging with a powerful, swift blow to either Ron's shoulder or thigh. She learned where not to hit when both he and Ron spent far too many nights</span></span><span> </span><span><span>under the agony of Skel-i-grow potion repairing broken clavicles, ribs, and sometimes arms. Harry left with a myriad of thoughts buzzing in his head.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry lugged the heavy book up the stairs and to the dorm room. Inside he found Séamus fast asleep without the curtains drawn, and the bottle next to his bed informed him Madam Pomfrey gave him some assistance. During times when he experienced stress, Séamus would accidentally set fire to things in his sleep. He got replacement bedding at least seven times a year, and a new mattress at least once. Thus, the appeal to the school healer resulted in her prescribing a sleeping aid for Séamus. It knocked him out in such totality Harry privately worried Séamus would die if the room caught fire from other means. He eyed Séamus' creamy white bottom, upturned, and wonder if his friend would notice if he dropped in for a quickie. Harry shook his head and decided against it. He liked an interactive partner.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Hey, Harry," Neville's voice softly called out to him.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Alone of all the dorm-mates, Neville preferred to sleep in pajamas. At the moment he sat up in his bed reading a book dressed in his favorite pink satin sleeping attire. Harry envied the comfort his friend appeared to take from the nightclothes. He, himself, almost always slept in the nude. It served multiple purposes aside from being comfortable. Harry crossed the room to his bed.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Huge book you got there. What's it on?" The shy teenager inquired.</span></span></span></p> <p><span>"</span><span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Some of the history of the Bi-Wizard Tournament. Pretty strange affair, to be honest, and I'm surprised Dumbledore agreed to starting it up again," he replied while kicking off his shoes.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>I overheard Professor McGonagall say it was Minister Fudgepacker's idea. She thinks he trying to corner Dumbledore into getting fired by getting a couple of students killed. If it's one of the visiting students, Fudgepacker thinks it'd be even better."</span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>You and Dean hear the best gossip."</span></span></span></p> <p><span>"</span><span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Dean eavesdrops; teachers just forgot I'm there most of the time," Neville revealed his not-so-secret secret method of gathering intelligence. "They just start talking around me, and I just listen."</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Well, I don't forget you're there, mate," Harry rejoined with a wink. "I see what you're up to under your covers. Looks like fun."</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville turned a bright scarlet color.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry tossed the book on the bed where it bounced five times before settling. He then started to strip off his clothing since he planned to do more reading before turning in for the night. It did not escape Harry's notice that while Neville bowed his head to make it seem as if he returned to his book, his eyes got locked looking upward. Harry decided to make a show of it. He slowly slipped out of his shirt and then his tee-shirt. Following which he unbuckled his belt with agonizing deliberateness. He used the same method when unbuttoning his pants and lowering the zipper. Harry wiggled his butt as he slid out of his jeans. He stood clad only in underwear and socks, and visibly aroused.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Ugh," he heard Neville mutter.</span></span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>A fast peek showed a tenting in Neville's pajama bottoms right at the fold of his crotch. It built a stronger case against Neville being a breeder. Harry slithered like a lewd snake after he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underpants. These he dragged down and bent over as he did so. When the garment touched his ankles, Harry stood upright. His pecker also stood upright. Neville's eyebrows shifted even further north on his forehead. Without saying a word, Harry crawled into his bed. He made sure his roommate got a very good look at his ass. He also stretched forward to arrange his pillows, and cool air wafted against his sphincter. It meant</span></span><span> </span><span><span>Neville could clearly see it. Once he got everything arranged, he flipped around to sit on his bed.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville's head jerked downward.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Everything all right there, Neville?" Harry sly asked.</span></span></span></p> <p><span>"</span><span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Fine. Fine," the boy mumbled, and the hard-on in Neville's crotch visibly trembled. </span></span></span></span> </p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry smirked as he grabbed his book. He situated the heavy volume against his stomach. It left his throbbing member fully exposed. The tome veritably creaked as he flipped open the cover. He found the page where he stopped reading and began to peruse the text. Harry did not want a detailed, in-depth knowledge of the tournament. He simply wanted a basic understanding of what happened in the past so he might be able to predict the future. His mind, however, remained split. Thus, he reached down with his right hand and began to gently stroke his hard organ. His fingers brushed up and down the length of his shaft, and it made Harry shiver a few times.</span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">When he carefully glanced over the edge of his book, Harry saw Neville freed his gorgeous member. It stood up straight, tapering from a slight bulge in the upper third of the shaft to the elegantly sloping head. Each time Harry saw it he thought he might lose control and race over to suck it. However, watching Neville masturbate proved very enticing. One hand encircled the middle of his scrotum and pulled down on it. Harry knew what that felt like and often did it himself. Neville's other hand glided along the length of his shaft. It seemed only a smidgen longer than Harry's with a girth somewhere between his and Ron's. Harry never failed to admit to himself how much he enjoy looking at Neville's erection.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>Harry flipped a page to keep up the reading ruse. He got a better grip on his pole</span></span><span> </span><span><span>and worked it a little more. Periodically he would check on Neville. His friend's eyes remained fastened on him. Harry could not fully explain why he found it so erotic to let Neville watch him masturbate while he watched Neville do the same, but it often proved a high water mark of</span></span><span> </span><span><span>any day. He suspected Neville did not share himself in the same manner with the other roommates, so the act made it feel more special. The thoughts heightened his excitement. Harry pulled a little harder.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville kept pace with him. When Harry increased his stroking speed, the boy across the room followed suit. Although not a contest or race by any stretch of the imagination, it did presage the final outcome. It appeared Neville needed more of an excuse to toss off than Harry. After almost ten minutes of their escalating session, Neville's legs went stiff and his toes pointed outward. The glans of his penis flared as he pulled the foreskin down. His head with shaggy brown hair flopped backward with mouth open. A series of nearly inaudible grunts drifted toward Harry. Just as before, Neville's ejaculate came out like a spray instead of in tendrils. Drops of semen dappled his pajamas, creating dark peach spots on the pink satin. The long torso shook and shuddered as he came.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>It proved too much for Harry, and his climax rocketed into existence. A thin rope of sperm vaulted from the slit in the head of his cock. He heard it land with a small drum-like sound</span></span><span> </span><span><span>on his embroidered duvet. A second shot followed, though only half the volume of the first. Harry's body also shook as desire and orgasm battered his mind. A final third tiny volley commenced. It dribbled down Harry's fingers. He leaned back, panting, smiling, and glad for the moment. Following half a minute of rest, Harry opened his eyes and looked around. Neville stared at him with somewhat dopey grin on his face.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span>"</span><span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>We've</span></span></span></span><span> </span><span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>got to stop meeting like this," he said to his roommate.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Neville turned a brilliant shade of red and shrugged his shoulders.</span></span></p> <p><span>"</span><span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>One of these days, Neville, you and me... you and me," Harry told him as a salacious smile spread across his lips.</span></span></span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>The teenager lying in his bed across the room appeared stunned for a second.</span></span><span> </span><span><span>His face shifted from red to purple. Then Neville buried himself under his covers. Harry heard him recite the cleaning spell. Harry chuckled. He held out his hand.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Accio wand."</span></span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span><span>His beloved wand sailed into his waiting appendage. He imitated Neville and performed the cleaning spell. All traces of his spent fluids disappeared from the bedspread. In the back of his mind he wondered where it went. He recalled muggle scientists saying matter could not be completely destroyed</span></span><span> </span><span><span>and only reverted to its energy form. It made him ponder</span></span><span> </span><span><span>the nature of magic, something Harry dearly loved. The puzzled seemed just out of reach, so he pushed the question further into the attic of his mind. His eyes returned to the book, and he flipped back to the last page he actually read.</span></span></span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Night, Harry," he heard a small voice say.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry glanced over the edge of his book, spied his friend peeking at him from under the covers, and said: "Good night, Neville, and, ah, thanks. I needed that. Enjoyed it, too."</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Yeah, me, too," Neville squeaked and then his face disappeared under the covers.</span></span></span></p> <p> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry stared at the young man buried under his blankets. For reasons he could not quite explain to himself, Neville caught his eye. The teenager did not possess the body of Diktor Kum or even Ron, but it seemed pleasing fit. Neville did not project a forward personality like Hermione or half the witches and wizards he knew. He lacked the arrogance and pretense of Draco Malfoy; a facet anyone and everyone would find appealing. Neville just went quietly about his business in a polite manner and made trouble for no one. In some respects, the shy young man seemed like a calm spot in the unsteady sea of Snogwarts life. Then entire topic of Neville Longbottom fascinated Harry to some degree, and he set it aside for the time being as other concerns regarding dragons and tournaments took center stage.</span></span></p> <p> "<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Me, too, Neville. Me, too," he repeated the final words of his friend as he submerged himself in the text.</span></span></span></p> </div></div>
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Harry Potter and the Loo of Desire Chapter 1 This work is a parody of J.K Rowling's Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, and it is not endorsed by either J.K. Rowling or her publishers. As a parody, this work is protected under the Fair Use Doctrine. The characterizations in this work deviate significantly from the original, and this does not imply these characterizations exist in the original work. The author received no financial compensation or endorsements for the production of this work. All characters in this story are fictional. This story depicts sexual acts between consenting minor males. This story is meant for entertainment purposes only and in no way reflects reality. Please be aware of local laws or ordinances that may prohibit the reading of such material. Comments regarding the story may be sent to dricshae(at)gmail(dot)com Please support Nifty with donations if able. DONATE HERE (A Parody) Chapter 1: The New School Year Slides In The new term at Snogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry already began, and Harry remained on his his elbows and knees as he panted. Ron flopped over onto his back, making the bed jostle yet again. Harry grinned at his copper-headed friend from under his arm. Ron smiled his wide, toothy smile. From the other side of the room, they both heard Séamus snort with amusement. It appeared Neville slept through Harry and Ron's energetic and noisy session. Dean's bed sat unoccupied. The area around them stank like sex. Proof lay in the fact a small river of semen already flowed from Harry's anus down to his scrotum. "Doing alright, mate?" Ron spoke as his chest continued to heave. "Hope that helped you forget about your rotten summer and the cock-up at the World Fappitch Finals." "Couldn't be better, Ron, and it did help," Harry answered. "Gonna be a while before I sit down proper. Séamus snorted again. Ron smirked and chuckled. Neville snored. "What about you and Colin?" Séamus asked even though he continued to giggle. "Little git can't last five minutes once I start to poke him," the muscular teenager complained. "Got a nice johnson for a third year, I'll give him that. Just wished he knew how to use it better." "Ever been with Draco?" Harry inquired as he tried to figure out how to lay on his back without smearing a gallon of Weasley cream all over his bed. He reached over and grabbed a shirt one of them tossed toward the head of the bed. "Slag off, Harry. I'd never even think about snogging with one of them worm dicks. There's a reason why their house crest is snake." Séamus let out with a bark of laughter. "Just `cause you did Draco one time doesn't mean the rest of us need to lower our standards," Ron concluded. "Get bent," Harry rejoined as he padded his bum with the shirt and gingerly turned over onto his backside. His left leg slid along Ron's right one. He looked down the length of their bodies. Ron's semi-turgid penis still looked as thick around as his wrist. "Describe it for me again, Harry," Séamus blurted out the request between laughs. "Sad really, when you think about it. I mean, he hangs down -- what? -- maybe two, three centimeters, and it only grows to ten... maybe ten and a half if he's really in a randy mood. And his bullocks look like they're two marbles in an old pair of stockings. Look, even a goat would be ashamed." Séamus' guffaws boomed across the room. His bed squeaked as he kicked his legs in the air. Ron's barking laugh reverberated around them. Neville gave no sign of achieving consciousness. Harry glanced at the sleeping roommate. "Wouldn't mind having a go with him," he intoned as he jerked his head in Neville's direction. "Think it's true `bout `im being all into girls and stuff? Think he's ever had sex with one?" The Irish teenager openly queried. "Hard to say. I heard Pansy Parkinson likes it with boys, but... well, who knows what a Slytherin really likes," Ron replied. "Remember what Dumbledore said: we've got to be kind to the weirdos of the school. Not their fault they're like that. It's just the way they're born. Look at your brother Percy, Ron," Harry countered. "Percy's a prat!" "So you really do have a breeder brother, Ron?" Séamus said and sat up in his bed. "Well, every family's got a black sheep in it, doesn't it? Mum was so embarrassed when he finally admitted it, but Dad wasn't too hard on him though. Like Harry said: not really his fault, is it?" Ron responded, and Harry admired how he took the high road at the moment. In the dimly lit octagonal room holding five beds, silence settled for a moment. The wizarding world, like the muggle world, struggled to explain why some people turned out to be exclusively heterosexual or even bi-sexual. It seemed to defy all logic. Men naturally understood what men enjoyed and wanted. Women naturally understood what women enjoyed and wanted. It puzzled Harry to think a guy would know the first thing about what a woman liked. His cousin Dudley showed signs of being a breeder, but Harry suspected the corpulent kid to be bisexual or simply found it hard to attract guys. He could not imagine what his aunt and uncle would do if Dudley turned out to be a full breeder. They would likely blame him. "Got a second cousin on me dad's side what turned out to be a breeder. He's a muggle living over in Galway, and it didn't go too well for him. Most everybody thought he was mental. I heard some blokes almost beat him to death a couple of times," Séamus quietly told them, and they respected the somber tone he used. "You know muggles used to burn `em at the stake?" Ron stated. "So? We stuffed them away in Bangabang Prison," Harry retorted. "You think that place is any better than being burned alive?" A hushed settled over the roommates. Bangabang Prison held all sorts of modern wizarding criminals. In the past, heterosexual witches and wizards got sent there in an effort to make them normal by conventional standards. The guards, strange humanoid creatures called Dementeds, would have sex with the prisoners until they either learned to like it or died. Few ever left the prison alive according to history books. Only in the last fifty years did the wizarding world finally stop the practice. No one could guess how many thousands of men and women met their demise in the confines of the prison. "Dean says we shouldn't let them run around free. Says all they try to do is to get to children and corrupt them... make them breeders when they're young," Séamus informed them. "Where is he anyway?" Ron asked and looked at them empty bed. "Probably down in one of the dungeons with Eddie," the lone Irishman among them said. "Better hope Felch doesn't catch them," Harry opined. Séamus shook his head and asked: "What's that old limpy going to do?" "You know Dumbledore gave him that sagging potion. Dean won't be able to get it up for a month if he gets a dose," Ron stated the rumor they all heard. "His own fault, really," Harry muttered. After half a minute of quiet contemplation, Harry nudged Ron's leg with his own. His best friend and roommate glanced at him. "Got enough in you to give me a sip?" He asked. "Sorry, mate. Spent," Ron said and shook his head. "You got too bleeding good of an arse there to leave anything left over." "I could give you a top off, Harry. Didn't get much time with Stew tonight `fore they called lights out," Séamus offered. "You're the best!" Harry said as he started to sit up. He bounded out of his bed as Ron began to laugh and rolled out of it as well. Harry pranced over to Séamus' bed where the teenager threw back his covers. Like most of the dorm-mates, Séamus rarely slept with nightclothes on unless the winter proved exceptionally cold. His pecker already stood up in the air, the base hidden in a nest of dark hair. Harry licked his lips as he crawled into the inviting bed and between the white thighs of Séamus. In all his fourteen years he never understood why he wanted to guzzled down as much semen as he could following a boisterous round of sex. Ron drilled him so hard with his thick member Harry came while barely touching himself. Thus, he looked forward to orally pleasuring Séamus. The next morning Harry woke up at the crack of dawn, much against his will, to the sounds of Neville bringing himself to orgasm. He spied on his roommate who lay with his sheets thrown to one side and dick in hand. Harry thought Neville possessed one of the most beautifully proportioned organs in Gryffindor. It looked the perfect length with the perfect girth, and the foreskin did not quite cover the sloping head and glans when erect. As he watched, Harry's hand slid down to his now pulsing erection. He stroked himself under the covers while Neville pulled on the stiff pole in his hand. The once pudgy teenager's cock glistened at the tip from the small amount of pre-ejaculate that oozed out. Harry's tongue slid over his lips in desire. His eyes, however, got drawn to the meaty testes that bounced around in Neville's slowly tightening scrotum. It seemed the young man would not last much longer. A few minutes later Harry felt his body buck and heave as his dick vomited out a new load of spunk. Within thirty seconds a wild spray of semen burst from Neville. It splattered all over the teenager's pajama top and bedding. Through it all, Neville furiously pounded on his now pink and very swollen erection. Jizz flew from it, and the overall quantity impressed Harry to no end. Over twenty seconds passed before Neville let out with a long sigh and sat back in his bed. The sunlight that began to stream into their tower chamber sparkled on the dozens of secretion droplets. Neville appeared as though he rested in some magical fairy land. Harry smiled. "Nice one, Neville," he said loudly enough to be heard but not to wake the others. "Shut up," Neville grumbled, but his mouth twitched into smirk while his cheeks turned a vivid pink. Shortly thereafter the other boys rose, and to a person they all commented it smelled like fresh semen in the room. Neville dressed and left the tower while his cheeks glowed crimson. Harry made note of the event that morning. He began to suspect Neville liked the fact Harry watched, and it boded well for the quietest and shiest of the quintet of roommates. Harry began to form the opinion Neville might be bisexual at the very worst, but felt certain he could not be a full breeder. The thought lingered in his head as he made his way down to the Great Hall for the morning repast. Later that day in his afternoon History of Magic class, Harry grew impatient with Professor Binns' long-winded oratory on the 1685 act that outlawed elvish sexual slavery. He did learn the reason for the ban arose from the strange venereal diseases associated with elf sex. However, another question rose in his head. He raised his hand. It stayed up for over a minute until the semi-transparent form of Professor Binns noticed it. "Er, yes, Mister...?" The instructor said and failed to identify the student. "Harry Potter, sir," Harry dutifully supplied the name. "Oh, yes, um, Mister Potter, you have a question on Elvish tribal enforcement?" "No, sir, but it is a related question... I think." Professor Binns blinked at him. "It's about breeder law, Professor," Harry added a little clarity. "In what capacity?" Professor Binns rejoined. "I know both wizards and muggles decriminalized unregulated breeder sex in the 1960s and 70s, but did they ever receive any other protections?" "Well, interesting question." The ghost of the professor looked around at the suddenly alert students. "I'm still not sure what historical context you mean, Mister... er...." the ghost again failed to remember his name. "Potter, Harry Potter," Harry repeated his name. "It just seems odd to me that breeders had laws made against them. When did it start? I can't find any mention in the text book about it?" "Oh, hmm," the spirit of the man seemed perplexed by the questions. "From what I can remember, the Gaul wizard king Gozzo the Stiff fought an uprising of breeder wizards in the late sixth century. Apparently the breeders tried to capture all the witches for their lewd and unnatural purposes, and Gozzo made the first royal decree against breeders. Versions of his law spread to other nations and kingdoms until a veritable worldwide ban existed by the tenth century. Laws concerning breeders, laws of varying strength and purpose, have existed ever since then. Does... that help?" "How come you don't ever teach about that?" The teenaged wizard inquired. "Well, it's an advanced topic for fifth years and above. If you're interested, I do teach a History of Magical Law through the Ages, and you can sign up for it next year. Those wishing to become aurors need to take the class and gain at least an OWL." "Yeah, I might," Harry replied, and his response drew astounded looks from his fellow students. "So... well, you've been around a pretty good bit, Professor, so do you agree with the anti-breeder laws?" "Do I agree? It's not a matter of agreeing or not, Mister... Potter. Properly passed laws need to be obeyed even when being challenged," the spectral teacher stated. "I'll warrant we're more enlightened these days and more accommodating of the myriad of ways people develop... especially witches and wizards. Back when I was a student at this school, they did not allow breeders or children of breeders to attend. Nowadays it is open to all. Laws change, young man, to meet the times." "Still doesn't answer my question, sir." "Yes, yes, you want my personal opinion, hmm?" Harry nodded his head. "For one such as myself, in my condition that is, the question of sexual activity no longer applies," Professor Binns began, and several students got met with a deathly glare from him when they snickered. "When I lived, I met my mate here at school, and Ordano and I spent a happy life together until he passed on. I continued to teach for another twenty years until I likewise perished but, ah, continued in my vocation." "And...?" Harry prodded the man. "I never really thought of the question while I lived since it didn't really apply to me. Single witches and wizards often got taken by surprise when a breeder advanced on them. That I found repulsive since I always through breeders should announce their status..." "But before the 1970s, wouldn't that be dangerous for them. Couldn't they wind up in Bangabang for admitting what they are?" "Oh, heavens, no, child," Professor Binns waved away the complaint. "Simply claiming to be a breeder did not cause them to run afoul of the laws at the time when I lived. No, no. One needed to get caught in the act of sexual congress with a member of the opposite sex before becoming legally entangled." Several students made faces and noises of disgust. Harry did his best to ignore them. Professor Binns did not seem to notice at all. "Yes, yes, a disturbing thought, I know, but we cannot predict what a person will be when born. While I doubt the wisdom of allowing breeders to run free and unchecked among us, we must be more magnanimous to those born with such a debility. We must offer support and understanding as best as we are able." Harry felt he got his answer from Professor Binns and did not pursue the topic any further. After class Hermione sidled up next to him and Ron as they walked down the corridor. She adjusted her leather robes and checked her high pompadour hairdo remained upright. Then she spit on the ground and itched under one of her breasts. "Pretty ballsy of you, Harry, getting into that chat with Binns today," she said, but Harry could not decide if she chastised or complimented him. "Least ways it made the class less boring." "You find history boring, Hermione?" Ron grunted in astonishment. Hermione punched him on the arm so hard the sound echoed. Ron rubbed the spot she pummeled and threw the young witch a nasty look. Harry threw a sour gaze at both of them. His two best friends like to argue. Hermione, when thoroughly vexed, liked to use her now famous right jab. More than one person over the years spent several days nursing a bruise she violently coaxed to the surface of skin. "Lay off each other," Harry grumbled at them. "So, ah, Harry, you trying to tell us something we should know? Are you thinking of flipping on us?" Hermione teased him. Ron's loud laugh echoed in the hall as they walked along. "Don't be git, Hermione," Harry said. "Oy, he was face down in a pillow last night with me behind him... and he never showed one sign he didn't fully love it. I'd say he's got as much chance of flipping as you do," Ron added and provided evidence to the contrary. Hermione raised a fist. "Really? Has it been that long for you?" Harry challenged her. "Lav's been in a bit of mood lately. I think Bones has been trying to twiddle her behind my back," Hermione spat in a low tone. "I thought Susan was going with Amelia?" Ron quipped. "Nah, that fell apart ages ago... two weeks, I think." "Ages," Harry muttered and laughed at Hermione's wording. The trio continued down the toward the intersection where he and Ron would go to Divination and Hermione to Arithmancy. The topic switched to who they knew continued to date, who broke up with whom, and the ever-present dark rumors about who might be a breeder. Hermione made a number of wild accusations, but both Harry and Ron knew she spoke of jealousy against those who would not date the smartest and one of the most violent witches in their year. After she pealed away, the two boys stood watching an animated painting of two wizards engaged in ostensibly named lower wand fighting. "You'd think they'd paint their tonkers with a bit more accuracy," Ron mused as he ran a hand through his wild red hair. Harry shrugged and replied: "Wouldn't be able to see `em at that scale." "Hah!" One of the painted figures said. "Mine is to scale. His is not." "Oh, you lying wench!" The other tiny man said. They began their wand fight anew, slapping their overly large members against one another. "Got a bit of bad news for you, mate," Ron said as they finished the trek down the hall. "Heard McLaggen is seeing Flint now." "What? A Slytherin? You're lying," Harry replied as they trotted up a set of steps to the next level. "He'd never." "Heard it from Parvati, and you know her information is good!" Harry slipped into a silence as he considered both the news and the source. He never knew Parvati to be inaccurate, and he knew McLaggen leaned toward the perverse from time to time. The legend of making broom handles fly up his bum continued to follow McLaggen, and he never denied the truth of it. Harry found the teenager attractive and wondered if they could form a pairing. He wanted to try even if it did not work out in the end. However, hearing McLaggen might be dating a Slytherin put a damper on his plans. "Cheer up, mate. You know I'm there for you when you need me," Ron said as he began to climb the ladder at which they arrived while Harry thought. "But you don't kiss," Harry complained. "That's only for Colin, and you know it." "Yeah, I know. You've got your own rules." "Yep, and can I copy your predictions `fore Trelawny gets going?" Ron requested. "Just make sure you change them enough this time," Harry reluctantly agreed. "Don't feel like getting another bad mark in this class." "Right. Will do." After dinner Harry went to the library to get caught up on the essay Snape assigned in potions. Hermione would not let neither he nor Ron copy her parchment. Professor Snape mandated a tricky open topic in his inebriated state. The students needed to select a potion that would never work on a person and explain why. Harry knew everyone else would write about clit, dick, tit, and ass elixirs that often got sold to first years, so he wanted something different. He considered dissecting why love potions would not work, but then he heard three of his classmates discussing the very problem. "Pee-wee Potty's got a bit of spotty?" Peeves sang from up above him. "The one on your cheek is going to be a dozy!" "Go away, Peeves," Harry rumbled and slowly extracted his wand. "Ah, Pee-wee Potty not in a playful mood?" The naked poltergeist flew around above his head. Every so often a chill would run through Harry's scalp when the head of the ethereal penis would get dragged across it. Sometimes Peeves would leave an ectoplasm snail trail behind. "I need a potion that doesn't work and I need to know why it doesn't!" He said out of frustration as he rubbed the cold streak on his head. "Wee Pee-wee Potty should try Shanghai Semen," Peeves giggled and tried to teabag Harry. Harry waved him away with his wand. Sparks flew from the tip. Peeves let out with a startled gasp and flew away through the ceiling. The young wizard stared at the wet spot Peeves left behind. "Shanghai Semen?" He mumbled to himself. A little over two hours later Harry completed three feet of parchment on the absurd potion first concocted in the nineteenth century called Shanghai Semen. The purported effect claimed a man could produce four or five times his normal load of ejaculate. However, notation after notation stated it never worked and, in some cases, caused problems with the testicles. Harry theorized, after he read a bit more, the potion tried to violate the law of reproductive conservation in which a potion or spell could not create more of something than what got put into it. The ratio would always be one-to-one. Thus, trying to make testicles to produce more semen than they normally could violated the principle unless one drank an enormous amount of the potion if it worked. He felt confident about his essay by the time he returned to the Gryffindor common room. The giggling portrait of the fat lady brandishing an enormous dildo did not raise any suspicions in him. However, as soon as he stepped inside the common room, Harry tried to cast the protective spell but failed. The haze of Outrageous Orgy gas infiltrated his nostrils and shot straight to his brain. Harry felt his pecker immediately begin to inflate. All around him his fellow Gryffindor's lay in piles of shed clothing engaging in numerous forms of sexual activity. With his last ounce of will power, Harry quickly and carefully stashed his book satchel, and then began to strip off his clothes. He spied Fred and George Weasley entwined in a sixty-nine position feasting each others willies. Their erections looked remarkably similar to Ron's. However and as he tried to worm his way over there, Dennis Creevey tackled him from behind, and suddenly Harry felt a wet tongue slithering into his asshole. He gave up and went with it. Harry understood why Ron became attached to Colin Creevey, and Dennis gave him a good example. Ron always said no one could eat ass like Colin, and the younger brother seemed equally as adept. Dennis slathered away at the somewhat abused pucker hole in Harry. The boy's tongue ran circles around the opening. It seemed the Creeveys got blessed with unusual tongues when Harry felt the mouth appendage wiggle deep into him. It reached past the ring of his sphincter. Moreover, Dennis used fingers with an expertise belying his years. It did not take much until Harry raised up on his knees, pulled his butt cheeks apart, and silently gave Dennis permission to do whatever he wanted. Harry began to wonder if Dennis magicked his tongue when Harry felt his balls start to churn and the first tinglings of a nascent orgasm. In the end, it did not matter since he enjoyed the experience far too much. Over an hour later a spent Harry curled up next to his best friend. Ron absentmindedly stroked his hair. He knew Ron did the same to Colin who snuggled against Ron on the other side. Harry sighed in contentment, and Colin imitated him. "Colin, where'd you two learn how to do that with your tongues?" Harry inquired. "I learned it from my cousin Reginald, and then I taught Dennis. I think Dennis is better than me," Colin answered in a tired voice. "Impossible," Ron blurted. "You can make me cum just by eating me out!" "Dennis did that to me," Harry stated in an awed voice. "Never thought it could happen, but he got in there so far... so deep. Gah, but it made me shoot something fierce." "Bet you didn't even notice when he mounted you?" Colin asked. "Wait, what? Dennis rode me?" "Sure did, mate. Saw him climb on you while you was tugging your staff. He didn't take you as hard as I do, but he gave it his best shot. Looked like he liked it, too," Ron told him. "Yeah, now that you mention it, I thought his tongue felt too long, too thick, and too hard." "You was gone, Harry. Just gone." Colin snickered at the statement. "'Ere, give us bit of room, Harry," Ron requested, and it served as a polite way of telling Harry to return to his own bed. As he did the unmistakable sound of the snogging started to fill the air. To a man, at least as far as Harry knew, the Weasleys like loud and wet kissing. The time spent at The Bunghole with the entire clan proved it on several occasions, except he never heard Percy engaging in any activity. The notion of engaging in sex with a woman made him shiver as he climbed into his bed pulled the covers over his naked form. The upright stove in the center of the room provided enough cheery heat to keep the fall chill at bay. Harry snuggled into his blankets and wondered if he would ever find a boyfriend who did not think of him in strange terms. As The Boy Who Came, the legend he could not even remember tended to tarnish most of his social interactions. James and Lily Evans decided to live in combined cohabitation with their mates after deciding to mix bloodlines and produced Harry. James Potter came from a long established line of witches and wizards. Lily Evans arrived in complete but proud surprise out of a muggle family that last gave birth to a witch or wizard some two hundred years in the past. Harry's late mother became a noted witch during her years at Snogwarts. His father also garnered a reputation as a skilled wizard and fappitch player. The genetic parents of Harry Potter died resisting the rise of dark wizard Lord Holdequart, a rampant hermaphrodite, who wanted to change the sexual mores of the world and begin the dominance of pansexuals. His magic could turn people away from natural inclinations and toward highly perverse practices. Holdequart nearly got destroyed when he tried to copulate with Lily Evans, after his witches killed James Potter, but Clitorium Repellius caused the male half of the evil hermaphrodite to wither and shrink. Holdequart did not realize it also shrank it's vaginal opening to a mere pinhole. Thus, when the wicked half-witch tried to engage in immoral sex with the baby Harry Potter, Holdequart's genitalia, both sets, exploded when the baby Harry Potter reportedly orgasmed. The head of Harry's penis still bore a zigzag scar from the event. His past followed him. After the death of his parents and their mates, Harry got sent to live with his aunt, a dried up spinster, who cohabited with a man so fat he could not find or even see his own penis. They lived bitter lives as muggles with bitter spouses. Instead of keeping their wretchedness to themselves, they found a doctor who would extract semen from the corpulent Vernon Dursley and inject it into Petunia Evans (the sister of Lily Evans). Thus, the grotesquely obese Dudley Dursley came screaming and yammering into the world. Unfortunately for Harry, he got forced to live with his horrid aunt, uncle, their spouses, and cousin just after his first birthday when his natural parents got killed. They raised him worse than if he got sent to a Bangabang orphanage. Harry tried to avoid dwelling on the events of his past. However, his past refused to leave him alone. In his first year at Snogwarts, Lord Holdequart managed to find refuge in the mostly unused anus of Professor Quirrell, the Defense Against Dark Arts instructor. Harry defeated the man who played host to the infamous dark wizard during a confrontation while fighting over the Philosopher's Bone. Harry jammed his finger up Quirrel's butt, and Holdequart could not tolerate the touch of Harry. Quirrell exploded. In his second year at Snogwarts, part of Lord Holdequart's soul resided in a book on female masturbation techniques. Draco Malfoy's father, Luscious, secreted the tome into Giney Weasley's belongings during her first year at Snogwarts. Holdequart's partial ghost tried to take her over through her fingers as she experimented with the dark stimulating methods. Harry defeated Holdequart's remnant by jabbing a butt plug he extracted from the basilisk he killed into the page crevice of the book. Giney got freed from the masturbation curse when the book exploded. In his third year, Harry confronted the past of his parents when his hitherto unknown godfather, Sirius Black, escaped from Bangabang prison. For months Harry thought the man wanted to doggy-style his butt when he kept seeing a giant shaggy wolf-like creature. At the same time, Hermione discovered Professor Lupin to be a lycanthrope, their new Defense Against Dark Arts teacher. The also learned the truth about Peter Pottybrew, who hid as the Weasley family pet gerbil that Ron constantly carried around in his ass. Pottybrew, in want of James Potter, betrayed them to Lord Holdequart. Although no one exploded, Black went on the lam but on good terms with Harry, Lupin got shagged by another wolf in front of students and got fired, and Pottybrew escaped capture. These events interrupted Harry's schooling life, yet he somehow managed to get an education despite all the bother. His closest friends, Ron and Hermione, openly speculated at the start of the year what horrible circumstances would plague Harry over the coming months. It seemed inevitable when Professor Dumbledore announced the continuation of the Bi-wizard Tournament: a formerly banned tourney whereby select students would be severely tested. In the past, the tournament actually caused some participants to became heterosexual because of some of the now-banned sexual tests. Dumbledore, in a long and rambling discourse that confused the hell out of everyone, told them he wanted to resurrect the tournament simply because nothing better presented itself. He explained the tournament. "Students and faculty," his voice boomed through the Great Hall on the first day of October. "While crafting what will undoubtedly be counted as one of the most spectacular shits in the history of Snogwarts, which by the way you can read about in Snogwarts: A History of Sorts, although that book is really all about how they shave genitals at the Ministry of Magic and the various department designs they use... truly, fascinating. I've seen some of the topiary carved into the hairy bushes, and believe you me, getting a pile of pubic hair to look like a tapir during mating season is no easy task. That's on page eight-hundred and twelve, and it's a fascinating read regarding the history of merkins throughout England. Did you know Richard the Lionhearted actually managed to sculpt his..." "Um, Headmaster, what does this have to do with the tournament?" Professor McGonagall, a peevish teacher and deputy headmistress so old the students sometimes heard her labia dragging on the ground, attempted to redirect the man. "What tournament?" Dumbledore inquired as he turned to face her where she sat at the head table. "The Bi-wizard Tournament, you dolt!" "Oh, yes, that. Nasty affair the Bi-wizard Tournament what with all those sneaky tests to see if a wizard is actually a breeder. The damn thing should be banned," the headmaster of Snogwarts rumbled. "Then why did you decide to start it again?" Professor Snape droned at his employer. "Well, you see, I thought it'd be clever and so much fun to watch those little cretins squirm for a year trying to figure out if they're going to get sent to Bangabang..." "Dumbledore, those cretins are all sitting in front of you!" McGonagall roared at him, and her voice managed to echo off the vaulted ceiling high above their heads. "Who? What? Oh!" The ancient wizard exclaimed as he whipped around and faced the students. The students sat in stunned silence. "If you'd be so kind as to ignore all that," the elderly man with the twelve-foot long beard begged the youngsters. "Now, we've made it so only sixth and seventh years can apply to be in the tournament..." A collective sigh blew like gale force wind through the hall. Dumbledore's beard streamed behind him and slapped Professor Sinistra in the face. She set it on fire with her wand, but only two feet of it burned. The stench of singed hair wafted across the front third of the hall. "We figured anyone below sixth year wasn't smart enough to figure out how to get out of the traps... er, tests... um events we've got planned for them. They'll be lucky if they get out alive." The students gasped in horror, and the intake of their breath pulled Dumbledore's beard in the opposite direction. Ten feet of food encrusted, smelly, soggy beard flailed in their direction. The students ceased gasping as the rancid smoke from the smoldering end got caught in their throats. "That'll show you little gits," the old man mumbled at them. The other professors rolled their eyes at him. "So we're setting up an old loo we found in that magic room that keep disappearing unless you know where to look..." "You destroyed the lavatory on the third floor of the west side getting it out," Argus Felch, the notoriously grumpy caretaker who got caught having sex with his cat all the time, yelled. Dumbledore waved his hand as if batting away a fly, and Felch flew backwards and out of the Great Hall. The old man's rheumy eyes the attempted to fix the students with a baleful glare. After failing to instill one ounce of fear or respect, he continued. "Right. So any sixth or seventh year witch or wizard can enter. Just drop a slip of paper with your name on it, written in your own blood of course, into the loo we've got set up in the hallway, and we'll draw names at the end of the week. I dare anyone below sixth year to give it a try. Come on, you little weasels, give it go. You ain't got the balls or ovaries, do you? Huh? I can take all you bleeding..." "Headmaster!" McGonagall screeched at him. "Shut it, you minx," Dumbledore hotly rejoined. "Anyway, there you go. Them there are the first rules. We'll figure the rest out once we get going. Alright, finish up and get the hell out. I'm going for soak." With that the headmaster of the school vanished in a puff of smoke. He appeared at the end of the Great Hall completely naked and slipped out the door. Seconds later everyone could hear Felch start to cough. "You heard the man," McGonagall intoned. "Eat your meal and return to your towers." Harry crawled out from underneath the table where the rest of his house members sat. His lips looked swollen a puffy. After dragging the back of his hand across his mouth, he glanced at his classmates. "What'd I miss?" Harry asked. "Missed a spot on my balls," Derek said, although he grinned. "You're really good at that, Harry." "Lot of practice, Derek. Lot of practice. So what'd I miss?" "I'll tell you up in the common room," Ron stated as he grabbed more roasted chicken from the platter before it disappeared. "And no more orgy gas, Fred... George. I actually need to get some studying done. I'll tell pa if you do!" "Spoil sport," George, or possible Fred, muttered.
<div id="readability-content"><h1>Harry Potter and the Loo of Desire Chapter 1</h1><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> <p> This work is a parody of J.K Rowling's <u>Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire</u>, and it is not endorsed by either J.K. Rowling or her publishers. As a parody, this work is protected under the Fair Use Doctrine. </p> <p> The characterizations in this work deviate significantly from the original, and this does not imply these characterizations exist in the original work. The author received no financial compensation or endorsements for the production of this work.</p> <p> All characters in this story are fictional. This story depicts sexual acts between consenting minor males. This story is meant for entertainment purposes only and in no way reflects reality. Please be aware of local laws or ordinances that may prohibit the reading of such material.</p> <p> Comments regarding the story may be sent to dricshae(at)gmail(dot)com</p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Please support Nifty with donations if able. <a href="http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html">DONATE HERE</a> </span></span></span> </p> <hr> <h3>(A Parody)</h3> <h3>Chapter 1: The New School Year Slides In</h3> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The new term at Snogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry already began, and Harry remained on his his elbows and knees as he panted. Ron flopped over onto his back, making the bed jostle yet again. Harry grinned at his copper-headed friend from under his arm. Ron smiled his wide, toothy smile. From the other side of the room, they both heard Séamus snort with amusement. It appeared Neville slept through Harry and Ron's energetic and noisy session. Dean's bed sat unoccupied. The area around them stank like sex. Proof lay in the fact a small river of semen already flowed from Harry's anus down to his scrotum.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Doing alright, mate?" Ron spoke as his chest continued to heave. "Hope that helped you forget about your rotten summer and the cock-up at the World Fappitch Finals."</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Couldn't be better, Ron, and it did help," Harry answered. "Gonna be a while before I sit down proper.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Séamus snorted again. Ron smirked and chuckled. Neville snored.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">What about you and Colin?" Séamus asked even though he continued to giggle.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Little git can't last five minutes once I start to poke him," the muscular teenager complained. "Got a nice johnson for a third year, I'll give him that. Just wished he knew how to use it better."</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ever been with Draco?" Harry inquired as he tried to figure out how to lay on his back without smearing a gallon of Weasley cream all over his bed. He reached over and grabbed a shirt one of them tossed toward the head of the bed.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Slag off, Harry. I'd never even think about snogging with one of them worm dicks. There's a reason why their house crest is snake."</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Séamus let out with a bark of laughter.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Just `cause you did Draco one time doesn't mean the rest of us need to lower our standards," Ron concluded.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Get bent," Harry rejoined as he padded his bum with the shirt and gingerly turned over onto his backside. His left leg slid along Ron's right one. He looked down the length of their bodies. Ron's semi-turgid penis still looked as thick around as his wrist.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Describe it for me again, Harry," Séamus blurted out the request between laughs.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Sad really, when you think about it. I mean, he hangs down -- what? -- maybe two, three centimeters, and it only grows to ten... maybe ten and a half if he's really in a randy mood. And his bullocks look like they're two marbles in an old pair of stockings. Look, even a goat would be ashamed."</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Séamus' guffaws boomed across the room. His bed squeaked as he kicked his legs in the air. Ron's barking laugh reverberated around them. Neville gave no sign of achieving consciousness. Harry glanced at the sleeping roommate.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Wouldn't mind having a go with him," he intoned as he jerked his head in Neville's direction.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Think it's true `bout `im being all into girls and stuff? Think he's ever had sex with one?" The Irish teenager openly queried.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Hard to say. I heard Pansy Parkinson likes it with boys, but... well, who knows what a Slytherin really likes," Ron replied.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Remember what Dumbledore said: we've got to be kind to the weirdos of the school. Not their fault they're like that. It's just the way they're born. Look at your brother Percy, Ron," Harry countered.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Percy's a prat!"</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">So you really do have a breeder brother, Ron?" Séamus said and sat up in his bed.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Well, every family's got a black sheep in it, doesn't it? Mum was so embarrassed when he finally admitted it, but Dad wasn't too hard on him though. Like Harry said: not really his fault, is it?" Ron responded, and Harry admired how he took the high road at the moment.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">In the dimly lit octagonal room holding five beds, silence settled for a moment. The wizarding world, like the muggle world, struggled to explain why some people turned out to be exclusively heterosexual or even bi-sexual. It seemed to defy all logic. Men naturally understood what men enjoyed and wanted. Women naturally understood what women enjoyed and wanted. It puzzled Harry to think a guy would know the first thing about what a woman liked. His cousin Dudley showed signs of being a breeder, but Harry suspected the corpulent kid to be bisexual or simply found it hard to attract guys. He could not imagine what his aunt and uncle would do if Dudley turned out to be a full breeder. They would likely blame him.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Got a second cousin on me dad's side what turned out to be a breeder. He's a muggle living over in Galway, and it didn't go too well for him. Most everybody thought he was mental. I heard some blokes almost beat him to death a couple of times," Séamus quietly told them, and they respected the somber tone he used.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">You know muggles used to burn `em at the stake?" Ron stated.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">So? We stuffed them away in Bangabang Prison," Harry retorted. "You think that place is any better than being burned alive?"</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">A hushed settled over the roommates. Bangabang Prison held all sorts of modern wizarding criminals. In the past, heterosexual witches and wizards got sent there in an effort to make them normal by conventional standards. The guards, strange humanoid creatures called Dementeds, would have sex with the prisoners until they either learned to like it or died. Few ever left the prison alive according to history books. Only in the last fifty years did the wizarding world finally stop the practice. No one could guess how many thousands of men and women met their demise in the confines of the prison.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Dean says we shouldn't let them run around free. Says all they try to do is to get to children and corrupt them... make them breeders when they're young," Séamus informed them.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Where is he anyway?" Ron asked and looked at them empty bed.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Probably down in one of the dungeons with Eddie," the lone Irishman among them said.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Better hope Felch doesn't catch them," Harry opined.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Séamus shook his head and asked: "What's that old limpy going to do?"</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">You know Dumbledore gave him that sagging potion. Dean won't be able to get it up for a month if he gets a dose," Ron stated the rumor they all heard.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">His own fault, really," Harry muttered.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">After half a minute of quiet contemplation, Harry nudged Ron's leg with his own. His best friend and roommate glanced at him.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Got enough in you to give me a sip?" He asked.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Sorry, mate. Spent," Ron said and shook his head. "You got too bleeding good of an arse there to leave anything left over."</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">I could give you a top off, Harry. Didn't get much time with Stew tonight `fore they called lights out," Séamus offered.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">You're the best!" Harry said as he started to sit up.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">He bounded out of his bed as Ron began to laugh and rolled out of it as well. Harry pranced over to Séamus' bed where the teenager threw back his covers. Like most of the dorm-mates, Séamus rarely slept with nightclothes on unless the winter proved exceptionally cold. His pecker already stood up in the air, the base hidden in a nest of dark hair. Harry licked his lips as he crawled into the inviting bed and between the white thighs of Séamus. In all his fourteen years he never understood why he wanted to guzzled down as much semen as he could following a boisterous round of sex. Ron drilled him so hard with his thick member Harry came while barely touching himself. Thus, he looked forward to orally pleasuring Séamus.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The next morning Harry woke up at the crack of dawn, much against his will, to the sounds of Neville bringing himself to orgasm. He spied on his roommate who lay with his sheets thrown to one side and dick in hand. Harry thought Neville possessed one of the most beautifully proportioned organs in Gryffindor. It looked the perfect length with the perfect girth, and the foreskin did not quite cover the sloping head and glans when erect. As he watched, Harry's hand slid down to his now pulsing erection. He stroked himself under the covers while Neville pulled on the stiff pole in his hand. The once pudgy teenager's cock glistened at the tip from the small amount of pre-ejaculate that oozed out. Harry's tongue slid over his lips in desire. His eyes, however, got drawn to the meaty testes that bounced around in Neville's slowly tightening scrotum. It seemed the young man would not last much longer.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">A few minutes later Harry felt his body buck and heave as his dick vomited out a new load of spunk. Within thirty seconds a wild spray of semen burst from Neville. It splattered all over the teenager's pajama top and bedding. Through it all, Neville furiously pounded on his now pink and very swollen erection. Jizz flew from it, and the overall quantity impressed Harry to no end. Over twenty seconds passed before Neville let out with a long sigh and sat back in his bed. The sunlight that began to stream into their tower chamber sparkled on the dozens of secretion droplets. Neville appeared as though he rested in some magical fairy land. Harry smiled.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Nice one, Neville," he said loudly enough to be heard but not to wake the others.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Shut up," Neville grumbled, but his mouth twitched into smirk while his cheeks turned a vivid pink.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Shortly thereafter the other boys rose, and to a person they all commented it smelled like fresh semen in the room. Neville dressed and left the tower while his cheeks glowed crimson. Harry made note of the event that morning. He began to suspect Neville liked the fact Harry watched, and it boded well for the quietest and shiest of the quintet of roommates. Harry began to form the opinion Neville might be bisexual at the very worst, but felt certain he could not be a full breeder. The thought lingered in his head as he made his way down to the Great Hall for the morning repast.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Later that day in his afternoon History of Magic class, Harry grew impatient with Professor Binns' long-winded oratory on the 1685 act that outlawed elvish sexual slavery. He did learn the reason for the ban arose from the strange venereal diseases associated with elf sex. However, another question rose in his head. He raised his hand. It stayed up for over a minute until the semi-transparent form of Professor Binns noticed it.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Er, yes, Mister...?" The instructor said and failed to identify the student.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry Potter, sir," Harry dutifully supplied the name.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Oh, yes, um, Mister Potter, you have a question on Elvish tribal enforcement?"</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">No, sir, but it is a related question... I think."</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Professor Binns blinked at him.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">It's about breeder law, Professor," Harry added a little clarity.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">In what capacity?" Professor Binns rejoined.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">I know both wizards and muggles decriminalized unregulated breeder sex in the 1960s and 70s, but did they ever receive any other protections?"</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Well, interesting question."</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The ghost of the professor looked around at the suddenly alert students.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">I'm still not sure what historical context you mean, Mister... er...." the ghost again failed to remember his name.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Potter, Harry Potter," Harry repeated his name. "It just seems odd to me that breeders had laws made against them. When did it start? I can't find any mention in the text book about it?"</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Oh, hmm," the spirit of the man seemed perplexed by the questions. "From what I can remember, the Gaul wizard king Gozzo the Stiff fought an uprising of breeder wizards in the late sixth century. Apparently the breeders tried to capture all the witches for their lewd and unnatural purposes, and Gozzo made the first royal decree against breeders. Versions of his law spread to other nations and kingdoms until a veritable worldwide ban existed by the tenth century. Laws concerning breeders, laws of varying strength and purpose, have existed ever since then. Does... that help?"</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">How come you don't ever teach about that?" The teenaged wizard inquired.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Well, it's an advanced topic for fifth years and above. If you're interested, I do teach a History of Magical Law through the Ages, and you can sign up for it next year. Those wishing to become aurors need to take the class and gain at least an OWL."</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Yeah, I might," Harry replied, and his response drew astounded looks from his fellow students. "So... well, you've been around a pretty good bit, Professor, so do you agree with the anti-breeder laws?"</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Do I agree? It's not a matter of agreeing or not, Mister... Potter. Properly passed laws need to be obeyed even when being challenged," the spectral teacher stated. "I'll warrant we're more enlightened these days and more accommodating of the myriad of ways people develop... especially witches and wizards. Back when I was a student at this school, they did not allow breeders or children of breeders to attend. Nowadays it is open to all. Laws change, young man, to meet the times."</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Still doesn't answer my question, sir."</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Yes, yes, you want my personal opinion, hmm?"</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry nodded his head.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">For one such as myself, in my condition that is, the question of sexual activity no longer applies," Professor Binns began, and several students got met with a deathly glare from him when they snickered. "When I lived, I met my mate here at school, and Ordano and I spent a happy life together until he passed on. I continued to teach for another twenty years until I likewise perished but, ah, continued in my vocation."</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">And...?" Harry prodded the man.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">I never really thought of the question while I lived since it didn't really apply to me. Single witches and wizards often got taken by surprise when a breeder advanced on them. That I found repulsive since I always through breeders should announce their status..."</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">But before the 1970s, wouldn't that be dangerous for them. Couldn't they wind up in Bangabang for admitting what they are?"</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Oh, heavens, no, child," Professor Binns waved away the complaint. "Simply claiming to be a breeder did not cause them to run afoul of the laws at the time when I lived. No, no. One needed to get caught in the act of sexual congress with a member of the opposite sex before becoming legally entangled."</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Several students made faces and noises of disgust. Harry did his best to ignore them. Professor Binns did not seem to notice at all.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Yes, yes, a disturbing thought, I know, but we cannot predict what a person will be when born. While I doubt the wisdom of allowing breeders to run free and unchecked among us, we must be more magnanimous to those born with such a debility. We must offer support and understanding as best as we are able."</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry felt he got his answer from Professor Binns and did not pursue the topic any further. After class Hermione sidled up next to him and Ron as they walked down the corridor. She adjusted her leather robes and checked her high pompadour hairdo remained upright. Then she spit on the ground and itched under one of her breasts.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Pretty ballsy of you, Harry, getting into that chat with Binns today," she said, but Harry could not decide if she chastised or complimented him. "Least ways it made the class less boring."</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">You find history boring, Hermione?" Ron grunted in astonishment.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Hermione punched him on the arm so hard the sound echoed. Ron rubbed the spot she pummeled and threw the young witch a nasty look. Harry threw a sour gaze at both of them. His two best friends like to argue. Hermione, when thoroughly vexed, liked to use</span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">her now famous right jab. More than one person over the years spent several days nursing a bruise she violently coaxed to the surface of skin.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Lay off each other," Harry grumbled at them.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">So, ah, Harry, you trying to tell us something we should know? Are you thinking of flipping on us?" Hermione teased him.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ron's loud laugh echoed in the hall as they walked along.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Don't be git, Hermione," Harry said.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Oy, he was face down in a pillow last night with me behind him... and he never showed one sign he didn't fully love it. I'd say he's got as much chance of flipping as you do," Ron added and provided evidence to the contrary.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Hermione raised a fist.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Really? Has it been that long for you?" Harry challenged her.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Lav's been in a bit of mood lately. I think Bones has been trying to twiddle her behind my back," Hermione spat in a low tone.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">I thought Susan was going with Amelia?" Ron quipped.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Nah, that fell apart ages ago... two weeks, I think."</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ages," Harry muttered and laughed at Hermione's wording.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The trio continued down the toward the intersection where he and Ron would go to Divination and Hermione to Arithmancy. The topic switched to who they knew continued to date, who broke up with whom, and the ever-present dark rumors about who might be a breeder. Hermione made a number of wild accusations, but both Harry and Ron knew she spoke of jealousy against those who would not date the smartest and one of the most violent witches in their year. After she pealed away, the two boys stood watching an animated painting of two wizards engaged in ostensibly named lower wand fighting.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">You'd think they'd paint their tonkers with a bit more accuracy," Ron mused as he ran a hand through his wild red hair.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry shrugged and replied: "Wouldn't be able to see `em at that scale."</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Hah!" One of the painted figures said. "Mine is to scale. His is not."</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Oh, you lying wench!" The other tiny man said.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">They began their wand fight anew, slapping their overly large members against one another.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Got a bit of bad news for you, mate," Ron said as they finished the trek down the hall. "Heard McLaggen is seeing Flint now."</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">What? A Slytherin? You're lying," Harry replied as they trotted up a set of steps to the next level. "He'd never."</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Heard it from Parvati, and you know her information is good!"</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry slipped into a silence as he considered both the news and the source. He never knew Parvati to be inaccurate, and he knew McLaggen leaned toward the perverse from time to time. The legend of making broom handles fly up his bum continued to follow McLaggen, and he never denied the truth of it. Harry found the teenager attractive and wondered if they could form a pairing. He wanted to try even if it did not work out in the end. However, hearing McLaggen might be dating a Slytherin put a damper on his plans.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Cheer up, mate. You know I'm there for you when you need me," Ron said as he began to climb the ladder at which they arrived while Harry thought.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">But you don't kiss," Harry complained.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">That's only for Colin, and you know it."</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Yeah, I know. You've got your own rules."</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Yep, and can I copy your predictions `fore Trelawny gets going?" Ron requested.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Just make sure you change them enough this time," Harry reluctantly agreed. "Don't feel like getting another bad mark in this class."</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Right. Will do."</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">After dinner Harry went to the library to get caught up on the essay Snape assigned in potions. Hermione would not let neither he nor Ron copy her parchment. Professor Snape mandated a tricky open topic in his inebriated state. The students needed to select a potion that would never work on a person and explain why. Harry knew everyone else would write about clit, dick, tit, and ass elixirs that often got sold to first years, so he wanted something different. He considered dissecting why love potions would not work, but then he heard three of his classmates discussing the very problem.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Pee-wee Potty's got a bit of spotty?" Peeves sang from up above him. "The one on your cheek is going to be a dozy!"</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Go away, Peeves," Harry rumbled and slowly extracted his wand.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ah, Pee-wee Potty not in a playful mood?"</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The naked poltergeist flew around above his head. Every so often a chill would run through Harry's scalp when the head of the ethereal penis would get dragged across it. Sometimes Peeves would leave an ectoplasm snail trail behind.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">I need a potion that doesn't work and I need to know why it doesn't!" He said out of frustration as he rubbed the cold streak on his head.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Wee Pee-wee Potty should try Shanghai Semen," Peeves giggled and tried to teabag Harry.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry waved him away with his wand. Sparks flew from the tip. Peeves let out with a startled gasp and flew away through the ceiling. The young wizard stared at the wet spot Peeves left behind.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Shanghai Semen?" He mumbled to himself.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">A little over two hours later Harry completed three feet of parchment on the absurd potion first concocted in the nineteenth century called Shanghai Semen. The purported effect claimed a man could produce four or five times his normal load of ejaculate. However, notation after notation stated it never worked and, in some cases, caused problems with the testicles. Harry theorized, after he read a bit more, the potion tried to violate the law of reproductive conservation in which a potion or spell could not create more of something than what got put into it. The ratio would always be one-to-one. Thus, trying to make testicles to produce more semen than they normally could violated the principle unless one drank an enormous amount of the potion if it worked. He felt confident about his essay by the time he returned to the Gryffindor common room.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The giggling portrait of the fat lady brandishing an enormous dildo did not raise any suspicions in him. However, as soon as he stepped inside the common room, Harry tried to cast the protective spell but failed. The haze of Outrageous Orgy gas infiltrated his nostrils and shot straight to his brain. Harry felt his pecker immediately begin to inflate. All around him his fellow Gryffindor's lay in piles of shed clothing engaging in numerous forms of sexual activity. With his last ounce of will power, Harry quickly and carefully stashed his book satchel, and then began to strip off his clothes. He spied Fred and George Weasley entwined in a sixty-nine position feasting each others willies. Their erections looked remarkably similar to Ron's. However and as he tried to worm his way over there, Dennis Creevey tackled him from behind, and suddenly Harry felt a wet tongue slithering into his asshole. He gave up and went with it.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry understood why Ron became attached to Colin Creevey, and Dennis gave him a good example. Ron always said no one could eat ass like Colin, and the younger brother seemed equally as adept. Dennis slathered away at the somewhat abused pucker hole in Harry. The boy's tongue ran circles around the opening. It seemed the Creeveys got blessed with unusual tongues when Harry felt the mouth appendage wiggle deep into him. It reached past the ring of his sphincter. Moreover, Dennis used fingers with an expertise belying his years. It did not take much until Harry raised up on his knees, pulled his butt cheeks apart, and silently gave Dennis permission to do whatever he wanted. Harry began to wonder if Dennis magicked his tongue when Harry felt his balls start to churn and the first tinglings of a nascent orgasm. In the end, it did not matter since he enjoyed the experience far too much.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Over an hour later a spent Harry curled up next to his best friend. Ron absentmindedly stroked his hair. He knew Ron did the same to Colin who snuggled against Ron on the other side. Harry sighed in contentment, and Colin imitated him.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Colin, where'd you two learn how to do that with your tongues?" Harry inquired.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">I learned it from my cousin Reginald, and then I taught Dennis. I think Dennis is better than me," Colin answered in a tired voice.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Impossible," Ron blurted. "You can make me cum just by eating me out!"</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Dennis did that to me," Harry stated in an awed voice. "Never thought it could happen, but he got in there so far... so deep. Gah, but it made me shoot something fierce."</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Bet you didn't even notice when he mounted you?" Colin asked.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Wait, what? Dennis rode me?"</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Sure did, mate. Saw him climb on you while you was tugging your staff. He didn't take you as hard as I do, but he gave it his best shot. Looked like he liked it, too," Ron told him.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Yeah, now that you mention it, I thought his tongue felt too long, too thick, and too hard."</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">You was gone, Harry. Just gone."</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Colin snickered at the statement.</span></span></p> <p>"'<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Ere, give us bit of room, Harry," Ron requested, and it served as a polite way of telling Harry to return to his own bed.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">As he did the unmistakable sound of the snogging started to fill the air. To a man, at least as far as Harry knew, the Weasleys like loud and wet kissing. The time spent at The Bunghole with the entire clan proved it on several occasions, except he never heard Percy engaging in any activity. The notion of engaging in sex with a woman made him shiver as he climbed into his bed pulled the covers over his naked form. The upright stove in the center of the room provided enough cheery heat to keep the fall chill at bay. Harry snuggled into his blankets and wondered if he would ever find a boyfriend who did not think of him in strange terms. As The Boy Who Came, the legend he could not even remember tended to tarnish most of his social interactions.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">James and Lily Evans decided to live in combined cohabitation with their mates after deciding to mix bloodlines and produced Harry. James Potter came from a long established line of witches and wizards. Lily Evans arrived in complete but proud surprise out of a muggle family that last gave birth to a witch or wizard some two hundred years in the past. Harry's late mother became a noted witch during her years at Snogwarts. His father also garnered a reputation as a skilled wizard and fappitch player.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The genetic parents of Harry Potter died resisting the rise of dark wizard Lord Holdequart, a rampant hermaphrodite,</span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">who wanted to change the sexual mores of the world and begin the dominance of pansexuals. His magic could turn people away from natural inclinations and toward highly perverse practices. Holdequart nearly got destroyed when he tried to copulate with Lily Evans, after his witches killed James Potter, but Clitorium Repellius caused the male half of the evil hermaphrodite to wither and shrink. Holdequart did not realize it also shrank it's vaginal opening to a mere pinhole. Thus, when the wicked half-witch</span></span> <span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">tried to engage in immoral sex with the baby Harry Potter, Holdequart's genitalia, both sets, exploded when the baby Harry Potter reportedly orgasmed. The head of Harry's penis still bore a zigzag scar from the event.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">His past followed him. After the death of his parents and their mates, Harry got sent to live with his aunt, a dried up spinster, who cohabited with a man so fat he could not find or even see his own penis. They lived bitter lives as muggles with bitter spouses. Instead of keeping their wretchedness to themselves, they found a doctor who would extract semen from the corpulent Vernon Dursley and inject it into Petunia Evans (the sister of Lily Evans). Thus, the grotesquely obese Dudley Dursley came screaming and yammering into the world. Unfortunately for Harry, he got forced to live with his horrid aunt, uncle, their spouses, and cousin just after his first birthday when his natural parents got killed. They raised him worse than if he got sent to a Bangabang orphanage. Harry tried to avoid dwelling on the events of his past. However, his past refused to leave him alone.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">In his first year at Snogwarts, Lord Holdequart managed to find refuge in the mostly unused anus of Professor Quirrell, the Defense Against Dark Arts instructor. Harry defeated the man who played host to the infamous dark wizard during a confrontation while fighting over the Philosopher's Bone. Harry jammed his finger up Quirrel's butt, and Holdequart could not tolerate the touch of Harry. Quirrell exploded.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">In his second year at Snogwarts, part of Lord Holdequart's soul resided in a book on female masturbation techniques. Draco Malfoy's father, Luscious, secreted the tome into Giney Weasley's belongings during her first year at Snogwarts. Holdequart's partial ghost tried to take her over through her fingers as she experimented with the dark stimulating methods. Harry defeated Holdequart's remnant by jabbing a butt plug he extracted from the basilisk he killed into the page crevice of the book. Giney got freed from the masturbation curse when the book exploded.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">In his third year, Harry confronted the past of his parents when his hitherto unknown godfather, Sirius Black, escaped from Bangabang prison. For months Harry thought the man wanted to doggy-style his butt when he kept seeing a giant shaggy wolf-like creature. At the same time, Hermione discovered Professor Lupin to be a lycanthrope, their new Defense Against Dark Arts teacher. The also learned the truth about Peter Pottybrew, who hid as the Weasley family pet gerbil that Ron constantly carried around in his ass. Pottybrew, in want of James Potter, betrayed them to Lord Holdequart. Although no one exploded, Black went on the lam but on good terms with Harry, Lupin got shagged by another wolf in front of students and got fired, and Pottybrew escaped capture.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">These events interrupted Harry's schooling life, yet he somehow managed to get an education despite all the bother. His closest friends, Ron and Hermione, openly speculated at the start of the year what horrible circumstances would plague Harry over the coming months. It seemed inevitable when Professor Dumbledore announced the continuation of the Bi-wizard Tournament: a formerly banned tourney whereby select students would be severely tested. In the past, the tournament actually caused some participants to became heterosexual because of some of the now-banned sexual tests. Dumbledore, in a long and rambling discourse that confused the hell out of everyone, told them he wanted to resurrect the tournament simply because nothing better presented itself. He explained the tournament.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Students and faculty," his voice boomed through the Great Hall on the first day of October. "While crafting what will undoubtedly be counted as one of the most spectacular shits in the history of Snogwarts, which by the way you can read about in </span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><u>Snogwarts: A History of Sorts</u></span></span><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">, although that book is really all about how they shave genitals at the Ministry of Magic and the various department designs they use... truly, fascinating. I've seen some of the topiary carved into the hairy bushes, and believe you me, getting a pile of pubic hair to look like a tapir during mating season is no easy task. That's on page eight-hundred and twelve, and it's a fascinating read regarding the history of merkins throughout England. Did you know Richard the Lionhearted actually managed to sculpt his..."</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Um, Headmaster, what does this have to do with the tournament?" Professor McGonagall, a peevish teacher and deputy headmistress so old the students sometimes heard her labia dragging on the ground, attempted to redirect the man.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">What tournament?" Dumbledore inquired as he turned to face her where she sat at the head table.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The Bi-wizard Tournament, you dolt!"</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Oh, yes, that. Nasty affair the Bi-wizard Tournament what with all those sneaky tests to see if a wizard is actually a breeder. The damn thing should be banned," the headmaster of Snogwarts rumbled.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Then why did you decide to start it again?" Professor Snape droned at his employer.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Well, you see, I thought it'd be clever and so much fun to watch those little cretins squirm for a year trying to figure out if they're going to get sent to Bangabang..."</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Dumbledore, those cretins are all sitting in front of you!" McGonagall roared at him, and her voice managed to echo off the vaulted ceiling high above their heads.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Who? What? Oh!" The ancient wizard exclaimed as he whipped around and faced the students.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The students sat in stunned silence.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">If you'd be so kind as to ignore all that," the elderly man with the twelve-foot long beard begged the youngsters. "Now, we've made it so only sixth and seventh years can apply to be in the tournament..."</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">A collective sigh blew like gale force wind through the hall. Dumbledore's beard streamed behind him and slapped Professor Sinistra in the face. She set it on fire with her wand, but only two feet of it burned. The stench of singed hair wafted across the front third of the hall.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">We figured anyone below sixth year wasn't smart enough to figure out how to get out of the traps... er, tests... um events we've got planned for them. They'll be lucky if they get out alive."</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The students gasped in horror, and the intake of their breath pulled Dumbledore's beard in the opposite direction. Ten feet of food encrusted, smelly, soggy beard flailed in their direction. The students ceased gasping as the rancid smoke from the smoldering end got caught in their throats.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">That'll show you little gits," the old man mumbled at them.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">The other professors rolled their eyes at him.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">So we're setting up an old loo we found in that magic room that keep disappearing unless you know where to look..."</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">You destroyed the lavatory on the third floor of the west side getting it out," Argus Felch, the notoriously grumpy caretaker who got caught having sex with his cat all the time, yelled.</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Dumbledore waved his hand as if batting away a fly, and Felch flew backwards and out of the Great Hall. The old man's rheumy eyes the attempted to fix the students with a baleful glare. After failing to instill one ounce of fear or respect, he continued.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Right. So any sixth or seventh year witch or wizard can enter. Just drop a slip of paper with your name on it, written in your own blood of course, into the loo we've got set up in the hallway, and we'll draw names at the end of the week. I dare anyone below sixth year to give it a try. Come on, you little weasels, give it go. You ain't got the balls or ovaries, do you? Huh? I can take all you bleeding..."</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Headmaster!" McGonagall screeched at him.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Shut it, you minx," Dumbledore hotly rejoined. "Anyway, there you go. Them there are the first rules. We'll figure the rest out once we get going. Alright, finish up and get the hell out. I'm going for soak."</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">With that the headmaster of the school vanished in a puff of smoke. He appeared at the end of the Great Hall completely naked and slipped out the door. Seconds later everyone could hear Felch start to cough.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">You heard the man," McGonagall intoned. "Eat your meal and return to your towers."</span></span></p> <p><span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Harry crawled out from underneath the table where the rest of his house members sat. His lips looked swollen a puffy. After dragging the back of his hand across his mouth, he glanced at his classmates.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">What'd I miss?" Harry asked.</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Missed a spot on my balls," Derek said, although he grinned. "You're really good at that, Harry."</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">Lot of practice, Derek. Lot of practice. So what'd I miss?"</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3">I'll tell you up in the common room," Ron stated as he grabbed more roasted chicken from the platter before it disappeared. "And no more orgy gas, Fred... George. I actually need to get some studying done. I'll tell pa if you do!"</span></span></p> <p>"<span face="Times New Roman, serif"><span size="3"><span>Spoil sport," George, or possible Fred, muttered.</span></span></span></p> </div></div>
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Date: Mon, 30 Dec 2019 11:53:09 +0000 (UTC) From: [email protected] Subject: Titan A.E. ..Earth 2.. (6) This story is my play on what happened to Titan A.E.'s Kale on Earth 2. This toon was very homo erotic in my opinion. So I figured I'd writw up a little tale to finish the tale of Kale & Korso (whom we thought died) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- I looked at this and read it again. Now I feel I need to finish it. Cuz I linde just left it there. Enjoy... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Titan A.E. ..Earth 2.. (Part 6) .... Kale was getting it. Finally. He was on the bed, laying there as Korso had crawled up on him and thrusting his massive dick into his ass. It was soo much bigger than he could have imagined as it pierced his ass hole. Bigger. And wider as the head punched through the opening. Pain tore through Kale as the massive cock pushed through his ass ring. It had widened soo much as each thick inch went into him. "Ohh God. Ohh fuckk!" He yelled "Soo. Hmmf fuckk soo big" "Hmf, hmf, hmf, hmf" Kale panted as he tried to ease the pain away. Hard tight breaths puffed out in hopes to stop the tearing at his ass. Korso just groaned as he felt the tight hole around his schlong. "Shot baby!" He crowed "This ass feels soo.. Hmmf fucking good" And he stopped to let Kale try and adjust to his huge dick. But Kale just grabbed for the bedding. Pounding his hands to the bed as he cried from the assault on his ass.trying to move somehow to ease the intensity of the pain at his asshole. "Hmm. Fucck. Korso!" He yelped "Gotta pull out man. Gotta pull...hmmff" Korso just hung there behind him. His dick in the guys ass only a few inches. He could feel the ass pulsate against his hard dick. Kale could also feel that pulsating. It was his heart beat throbbing at his hole and against the huge stem plugging up the exit hole of his ass. "Damn boy this is tight" Korso said "But it feels incredible" "Lets get it loosened up some more" With that Korso began to slowly pump his giant dock into Kale. Nice soft thrusts that slid him down into the ass at a methodical pace. In and out he went and he moved his cock I my a few inches in either direction. So the slight fucking seemed to do its job at least. The searing hot pain in his was was starting to ebb a bit. It was certainly still there, just not so intense anymore. "Awee fuckk daddy" he finally cooed "Biggest fucking dick ever" "Awee fuckk mee" That was Korso's cue. So he rose up behind Kale. Lifting his cock almost entirely out of him. Only the mushroom head staying inside his hole. "You want daddy's dick boy?" He then asked "You want me to fuck your hole like we both need?" Makes head bowed into the beds softness. Pressed to it snugly. He turned his face and lay his cheek to it. He sighed deeply before giving Korso the go to really Fuck him. He took in a breath as he knew that the big man would soon drive all he could into his bowels. "Yes Korso" he said softly "Yess daddy" Korso smiled as he looked down at Kale's back. The soft creamy white skin. He placed his hand to the guys shoulder. He gently squeezed at it. Then he thrust into Kale again. A deep long and hard thrust it was too. His cock head slammed into Kale's depths. Hitting and raking across Kales prostate. Kale screamed again as the pain tore through him once more. His lungs belting out a cries that may have shattered windows if Korsos place had some. "Jeesuss!" He shrieked "Awwe fuckk. Aeii fuxkk!" Korso them just began to shove at the deep hole his cock was in. Giving him more and more dick. Deeper than anyone could ever go in him. "Ughn, ughn, uggn, ughn" he grunted as the man continued to slam him That huge dick digging into his guts repeatedly. Kale moaning from the pounding his ass was now getting. His ass starting to numb from Korso's a 1ssault on it. "Fuck Kale. Fuckk!" The bigger man grunted "Your fucking ass is incredible" "I am gonna fucking blow baby" Then Korso moved up in his back more. Then he really began to hurt Kales ass. Harder and harder he hit the younger guys body. Slamming every huge inch of his weapon into Kale. Really pummeling his ass with dick. "Hmmf, hmmf, Hmmf. Ughnn fuckk!" He cried "Fuck me Korso." "Ohh God Fuck me stud. Hmmmf fuckk!" And the bigger man did. He hammered his huge dick into Kale. Rounding away at his guts. Grunting huffing and groaning himself to an orgasm. And then Korso did cum. His body tensing up briefly. Just soo briefly before his exploded. Then a deep bellow erupted from his chest as his body gabe into it. Into the orgasm that began to coarse through him. "Awee fuckker!" Korso howled "Here it comes man. Gonna blow" "C-c-cumming. Fuckl!" Then his body shook, his hips stabbed at Kale and he came. Kale could feel the hot cum as it gushed into his body. Shot after wonderful shot from the man he adored. Giving him the breeding he needed to belong to Korso. "Doo it!. Doo it daddy!" He cried "Fill new upp Korso!" Korso kept humping on his ass until he was done. Sated from the great sexual experience he had also been wanting. The ass he had been wanting for years. And then he collapsed on Kale's back once he was done. Panting heavily from the hot sex. His dick still pulsating in Kale's ass. "Hmm. Yeah baby boy. Yeahh" he groaned Then he crawled off Kale. Turned over in the bed next to him. And just lay there breathing heavy. His hand resting in his broad chest. Kale turned and then looked at the hunk. Then he crawled up in his cheat. Kissing it. Then kissing Korso. "Thats what I wanted" he said "Been waiting years for that " "My Korso" Again he kissed him. Then he lay down on Korso. And then he spent the rest if his live there with the man he adored. Here in Earth 2...... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- The End Thanks for reading And please donate to nifty
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Mon, 30 Dec 2019 11:53:09 +0000 (UTC) From: [email protected] Subject: Titan A.E. ..Earth 2.. (6) This story is my play on what happened to Titan A.E.'s Kale on Earth 2. This toon was very homo erotic in my opinion. So I figured I'd writw up a little tale to finish the tale of Kale &amp; Korso (whom we thought died) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- I looked at this and read it again. Now I feel I need to finish it. Cuz I linde just left it there. Enjoy... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Titan A.E. ..Earth 2.. (Part 6) .... Kale was getting it. Finally. He was on the bed, laying there as Korso had crawled up on him and thrusting his massive dick into his ass. It was soo much bigger than he could have imagined as it pierced his ass hole. Bigger. And wider as the head punched through the opening. Pain tore through Kale as the massive cock pushed through his ass ring. It had widened soo much as each thick inch went into him. "Ohh God. Ohh fuckk!" He yelled "Soo. Hmmf fuckk soo big" "Hmf, hmf, hmf, hmf" Kale panted as he tried to ease the pain away. Hard tight breaths puffed out in hopes to stop the tearing at his ass. Korso just groaned as he felt the tight hole around his schlong. "Shot baby!" He crowed "This ass feels soo.. Hmmf fucking good" And he stopped to let Kale try and adjust to his huge dick. But Kale just grabbed for the bedding. Pounding his hands to the bed as he cried from the assault on his ass.trying to move somehow to ease the intensity of the pain at his asshole. "Hmm. Fucck. Korso!" He yelped "Gotta pull out man. Gotta pull...hmmff" Korso just hung there behind him. His dick in the guys ass only a few inches. He could feel the ass pulsate against his hard dick. Kale could also feel that pulsating. It was his heart beat throbbing at his hole and against the huge stem plugging up the exit hole of his ass. "Damn boy this is tight" Korso said "But it feels incredible" "Lets get it loosened up some more" With that Korso began to slowly pump his giant dock into Kale. Nice soft thrusts that slid him down into the ass at a methodical pace. In and out he went and he moved his cock I my a few inches in either direction. So the slight fucking seemed to do its job at least. The searing hot pain in his was was starting to ebb a bit. It was certainly still there, just not so intense anymore. "Awee fuckk daddy" he finally cooed "Biggest fucking dick ever" "Awee fuckk mee" That was Korso's cue. So he rose up behind Kale. Lifting his cock almost entirely out of him. Only the mushroom head staying inside his hole. "You want daddy's dick boy?" He then asked "You want me to fuck your hole like we both need?" Makes head bowed into the beds softness. Pressed to it snugly. He turned his face and lay his cheek to it. He sighed deeply before giving Korso the go to really Fuck him. He took in a breath as he knew that the big man would soon drive all he could into his bowels. "Yes Korso" he said softly "Yess daddy" Korso smiled as he looked down at Kale's back. The soft creamy white skin. He placed his hand to the guys shoulder. He gently squeezed at it. Then he thrust into Kale again. A deep long and hard thrust it was too. His cock head slammed into Kale's depths. Hitting and raking across Kales prostate. Kale screamed again as the pain tore through him once more. His lungs belting out a cries that may have shattered windows if Korsos place had some. "Jeesuss!" He shrieked "Awwe fuckk. Aeii fuxkk!" Korso them just began to shove at the deep hole his cock was in. Giving him more and more dick. Deeper than anyone could ever go in him. "Ughn, ughn, uggn, ughn" he grunted as the man continued to slam him That huge dick digging into his guts repeatedly. Kale moaning from the pounding his ass was now getting. His ass starting to numb from Korso's a 1ssault on it. "Fuck Kale. Fuckk!" The bigger man grunted "Your fucking ass is incredible" "I am gonna fucking blow baby" Then Korso moved up in his back more. Then he really began to hurt Kales ass. Harder and harder he hit the younger guys body. Slamming every huge inch of his weapon into Kale. Really pummeling his ass with dick. "Hmmf, hmmf, Hmmf. Ughnn fuckk!" He cried "Fuck me Korso." "Ohh God Fuck me stud. Hmmmf fuckk!" And the bigger man did. He hammered his huge dick into Kale. Rounding away at his guts. Grunting huffing and groaning himself to an orgasm. And then Korso did cum. His body tensing up briefly. Just soo briefly before his exploded. Then a deep bellow erupted from his chest as his body gabe into it. Into the orgasm that began to coarse through him. "Awee fuckker!" Korso howled "Here it comes man. Gonna blow" "C-c-cumming. Fuckl!" Then his body shook, his hips stabbed at Kale and he came. Kale could feel the hot cum as it gushed into his body. Shot after wonderful shot from the man he adored. Giving him the breeding he needed to belong to Korso. "Doo it!. Doo it daddy!" He cried "Fill new upp Korso!" Korso kept humping on his ass until he was done. Sated from the great sexual experience he had also been wanting. The ass he had been wanting for years. And then he collapsed on Kale's back once he was done. Panting heavily from the hot sex. His dick still pulsating in Kale's ass. "Hmm. Yeah baby boy. Yeahh" he groaned Then he crawled off Kale. Turned over in the bed next to him. And just lay there breathing heavy. His hand resting in his broad chest. Kale turned and then looked at the hunk. Then he crawled up in his cheat. Kissing it. Then kissing Korso. "Thats what I wanted" he said "Been waiting years for that " "My Korso" Again he kissed him. Then he lay down on Korso. And then he spent the rest if his live there with the man he adored. Here in Earth 2...... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- The End Thanks for reading And please donate to nifty </div></div>
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Date: Mon, 5 Aug 2019 00:38:34 +0000 (UTC) From: [email protected] Subject: Titan A.E. ..Earth 2..(Part 4) This story is my play on what happened to Titan A.E.'s Kale on Earth 2. This toon was very homo erotic in my opinion. So I figured I'd writw up a little tale to finish the tale of Kale & Korso (whom we thought died) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- I looked at this and read it again. Now I feel I need to finish it. Cuz I linde just left it there. Enjoy... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Titan A.E. ..Earth 2.. (Part 4) ....... Kale had found him. The man he had missed and thought dead. In a place he hadn't expected. The new Earth. But fate seemed to have them locked together somehow. And this somehow saved the mans life. And here he was. On the fresh new planet the remains if humanity had found. "So how many people are left" Korso asked as they walked. "I don't know anymore" Kale answered. "I left the settlement some time ago" "A few thousand I suppose." Korso looked at him curiously. Wondering why he would leave. But as Kale hugged him. He knew. And Kale answered the question that was not asked. "It just wasnt for me" he said "A knew world. But I was alone" "You know?" Korso smiled at the comment. Then he agreed with it. "Oh I get it man" he said back almost laughing "I get it" They walked along the river that lead from the falls. Then reached a marker that Korso had probably made. It was near a half mile from the falls. Then they turned inland from the river and through a path cut out through heavy brush. Then along the twisting path for a few more hundred feet. And then Kale could see a structure. "Holy Crap!" He chirped "That is awesome" "You like?" Korso asked "Oh my gosh. Yes" he chimed back Korso lead him to the structure. It was made of wood and mud and all sorts of natural items to create walls and a roof and door. "How the..?" Kale started to ask "It took me more than a year" Korso stated "With the limited resources I had" "That and the equipment I was able to salbag2e from the pod." "Its freaking awesome!" Kale came back The two men stepped into Korso s place. It was crued but effective as a shelter. There were no glass windows. But the man made latchable doors to close them. So nothing could enter through them. It was firstly a big room that had a seating area, it was back up by a small area for preparing food. To the left was. Curtained off room that had a large bed. At least it appeared to be a bed from what he saw. His eyes lingered on that room. Hoping he wpuld be laying there and next to his man soon. Getting the sex he desired. Korso watched him as he gazed around. Looking at all parts of his place. "Are no hungry?" Korso asked "I have some food in the storage unit" Then he told him to sit down. So the two sat on the seating space. Kale found it fairly comfortable. So he sat back. "So this took you a year?" He asked "Yup" the bigger man replied. Korso sat there next to Kale. Then he placed his hand behind the younger mans neck. Then gis strong hand and fingers began to rub at Kales neck softly. "I am so glad you left the settlement" Korso said "Why?" Came the reply Kale hoped to hear what he wanted from the stud sitting next to him. He looked at the gorgeous mans face. That ginger beard on him alluring. Especially now as it was so full. He had a lumberjack appearance to him now. "Cuz if you would have stayed there.." Korso began "You would not be here. With me" Then Korso turned and grabbed at the younger mans neck. Then he pulled him towards him. Their eyes connected amd Kale stared at Korso's. "Kiss me Kale" Korso then said So Kale let him pull their faces to one another. Then their lips touched. Kale then let himself fall into that kiss again. Tasting the hot man once more. He felt as Korso continued to rub his neck. Caressing it as the made out. But then there was something else. He felt a push at his head by the man. Korso was gently pushing him downward. As their lips parted, Kale looked down. He was now looking at the mans crotch. And there was some movement there for sure. "Here" he heard Korso say "I have what you want" Kale smiled as he was now looking at the large bulge.he licked his lips as he was about to have Korsos dick again. It had been so long. He reached for the mans crotch. For the large covered dick. Caressing at the confined dick. Feeling the thing through the pants the man wore. Knowing how big it would get. "Hmm. Thats my boy" Korso stated "Now take it out Kale" "Take out my dick" Kale then did as the man said. He pulled down the zipper of Korso's pants. Peeling them down his legs. Then he was Now staring at the mans big semi hard dick. Korso's huge semi hard dick. He then grabbed hold of it. Feeling the heft of Korsos cock. Feeling how big it felt in his hand. How much it weighed. "I forgot how big this thing was" he said "Well it gets bigger" Korso answered "I know" "But even nkw it's huge" And that's when Kale leaned in and took the mans dick in his mouth....... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- To be continued
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Mon, 5 Aug 2019 00:38:34 +0000 (UTC) From: [email protected] Subject: Titan A.E. ..Earth 2..(Part 4) This story is my play on what happened to Titan A.E.'s Kale on Earth 2. This toon was very homo erotic in my opinion. So I figured I'd writw up a little tale to finish the tale of Kale &amp; Korso (whom we thought died) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- I looked at this and read it again. Now I feel I need to finish it. Cuz I linde just left it there. Enjoy... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Titan A.E. ..Earth 2.. (Part 4) ....... Kale had found him. The man he had missed and thought dead. In a place he hadn't expected. The new Earth. But fate seemed to have them locked together somehow. And this somehow saved the mans life. And here he was. On the fresh new planet the remains if humanity had found. "So how many people are left" Korso asked as they walked. "I don't know anymore" Kale answered. "I left the settlement some time ago" "A few thousand I suppose." Korso looked at him curiously. Wondering why he would leave. But as Kale hugged him. He knew. And Kale answered the question that was not asked. "It just wasnt for me" he said "A knew world. But I was alone" "You know?" Korso smiled at the comment. Then he agreed with it. "Oh I get it man" he said back almost laughing "I get it" They walked along the river that lead from the falls. Then reached a marker that Korso had probably made. It was near a half mile from the falls. Then they turned inland from the river and through a path cut out through heavy brush. Then along the twisting path for a few more hundred feet. And then Kale could see a structure. "Holy Crap!" He chirped "That is awesome" "You like?" Korso asked "Oh my gosh. Yes" he chimed back Korso lead him to the structure. It was made of wood and mud and all sorts of natural items to create walls and a roof and door. "How the..?" Kale started to ask "It took me more than a year" Korso stated "With the limited resources I had" "That and the equipment I was able to salbag2e from the pod." "Its freaking awesome!" Kale came back The two men stepped into Korso s place. It was crued but effective as a shelter. There were no glass windows. But the man made latchable doors to close them. So nothing could enter through them. It was firstly a big room that had a seating area, it was back up by a small area for preparing food. To the left was. Curtained off room that had a large bed. At least it appeared to be a bed from what he saw. His eyes lingered on that room. Hoping he wpuld be laying there and next to his man soon. Getting the sex he desired. Korso watched him as he gazed around. Looking at all parts of his place. "Are no hungry?" Korso asked "I have some food in the storage unit" Then he told him to sit down. So the two sat on the seating space. Kale found it fairly comfortable. So he sat back. "So this took you a year?" He asked "Yup" the bigger man replied. Korso sat there next to Kale. Then he placed his hand behind the younger mans neck. Then gis strong hand and fingers began to rub at Kales neck softly. "I am so glad you left the settlement" Korso said "Why?" Came the reply Kale hoped to hear what he wanted from the stud sitting next to him. He looked at the gorgeous mans face. That ginger beard on him alluring. Especially now as it was so full. He had a lumberjack appearance to him now. "Cuz if you would have stayed there.." Korso began "You would not be here. With me" Then Korso turned and grabbed at the younger mans neck. Then he pulled him towards him. Their eyes connected amd Kale stared at Korso's. "Kiss me Kale" Korso then said So Kale let him pull their faces to one another. Then their lips touched. Kale then let himself fall into that kiss again. Tasting the hot man once more. He felt as Korso continued to rub his neck. Caressing it as the made out. But then there was something else. He felt a push at his head by the man. Korso was gently pushing him downward. As their lips parted, Kale looked down. He was now looking at the mans crotch. And there was some movement there for sure. "Here" he heard Korso say "I have what you want" Kale smiled as he was now looking at the large bulge.he licked his lips as he was about to have Korsos dick again. It had been so long. He reached for the mans crotch. For the large covered dick. Caressing at the confined dick. Feeling the thing through the pants the man wore. Knowing how big it would get. "Hmm. Thats my boy" Korso stated "Now take it out Kale" "Take out my dick" Kale then did as the man said. He pulled down the zipper of Korso's pants. Peeling them down his legs. Then he was Now staring at the mans big semi hard dick. Korso's huge semi hard dick. He then grabbed hold of it. Feeling the heft of Korsos cock. Feeling how big it felt in his hand. How much it weighed. "I forgot how big this thing was" he said "Well it gets bigger" Korso answered "I know" "But even nkw it's huge" And that's when Kale leaned in and took the mans dick in his mouth....... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- To be continued </div></div>
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Date: Sun, 12 Jun 2005 10:23:11 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Titan A.E. ..Earth 2... (part 2) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This story is my play on what happened to Titan A.E.'s Kale on Earth 2. This toon was very homo erotic in my opinion. so i figured i'd write up a little tale to finish the tale of Kale & Korso (whom we thought died). ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Titan A.E. (Earth 2) continued............... The next day came and Kale wanted to get outta there. The big bear had fucked him several times later the previous day. His butt was raw. He waited til' the man left for the hills. He was gonna get some food. Then Kale picked up his few belongings and grabbed some stuff from the man's house and headed out. This new world was so fresh and beautiful. But the woods seemed to go on forever. He had been gone several hours now. He was tired and hungry. He reached into the knapsack that he had stolen from the man. Grabbed a sandwich and ate. He took some water from a stream near by to drink. He lay down for a while and nodded off. He heard the birds and animals of the forest as he slipped to sleep. When he woke up several hours later to the sounds of footsteps in the brush. He sat up quickly to see who was there. The footfalls silenced. "Hello" He called. 'Nothing but the forest' he thought. Then he reached for his knapsack. It was gone. Someone had taken it. 'Shit' he thought. Had the man found him? "Hello, is anyone there?" He asked again. He got up and began to look around the area. He had to find that sack. Everything he had was in there. He rushed about the area. If he didn't find it he would surely die of starvation or other wise. Then he heard the rustling again. He ran toward the direction of the sounds. He got closer and the sounds seemed to scatter. Then he saw a dark object on the ground and rushed toward it. It was his sack. And strewn about were the things from it. He saw a small weasel like critter running with the other sandwich he had. He quickly picked up all that he could and continued on. Night time began to creep along the horizon when he decided to stop for the night. He set up camp near a small clearing of trees and bushes. Laid the blanket down and went to bed. His dreams were filled of memories of Korso. He wished it had been him who took his virginity away. He moved on for 3 days, trying to find a place to hold up. But everywhere he looked it was nothing but forest. Then on the 3rd day he found a cascading river. He decided to follow it to see where it went. After what seemed hours, he reached a small waterfall that fell into a large pool of water. There were trees and a small clearing. He heard something as he gazed about. He looked down to see someone down near the tidal pool. There was a tall rugged looking man down there. He looked familiar. But from the distance he couldn't make out who it was. The man had his shirt off and he could see the wet furry strong chest he had. Kale began to get hard from the sight of this man. He crouched closer to the edge to get a better look. There was a cave below. The man went inside briefly. Then he came out with a large knife. There was something on the ground near him. He picked it up and cut into the thing. It looked to be a rabbit or some small creature. The man cut at the flesh and tore it off. He put it on a stick and placed it over the fire. Kale began to get hungry from this. He hadn't eaten in nearly a day, and he was ever so tired. As he tried to get up he lost his grip and plummeted over the side of the falls. He luckily fell into the water. The splash alerted the man. He saw Kale fall front the falls and rushed to the water's edge. Kale had hit the water pretty hard because he was knocked unconscious. He jumped into the water and pulled Kale out. Shortly after kale regained consciousness and looked up to see a face he thought he'd never see again. It was the face of Korso. "What the." He tried to say. "But you're dead" "Nice welcome buddy" Korso said. "Do you remember when I made you go up to get this thing started." He started to say. "Yup" Kale replied. "Well I was lodged in between the clamps. I felt this energy surge through me. I thought I was dead for sure. I was knocked out for God knows how long. Then I woke up here." "I don't get it" Kale continued. "Kale" Korso interjected. "This is a living growing planet. The energy that created it saved me, or at least brought me back" Kale looked up at Korso. He had almost forgotten how handsome he was. He reached up and touched his face. The roughness of his unshaved face felt so good. He caressed it, the longing in his eyes for his friend. "I thought I had lost you" His hand reached around and caressed at Korso's neck and back. Korso knew what was happening. He remembered the boy rubbing against him on the ship. He knew that Kale had wanted him, and he actually longed for Kale as well. He touched Kale's face and bent down and kissed him lightly on the lips. Kale's eyes closed in the heat of passion. He kissed his friend back. Then they embraced and Korso pulled kale close to his body. Kale could feel the strong muscles under his friend's body. His hands roamed over the strong back. Then he kissed at Korso's neck, the stubble raking at his lips. He moved down as his hand touched the big strong chest, the soft light fur mingling in his hands. He looked at the beautiful torso and placed his mouth to kiss at the center of the man's chest. He kissed at his big gorgeous stud. He felt the delicious fur as it tickled his nose and face. He licked at the massive upper body that Korso had. "Mmmm yes" He moaned. Korso held him close to him and kissed his head. Kale's hand moved down the body as he caressed Korso's chest and stomach. He reached the top of the pants which held the long desired dick. Kale's hand moved down and felt at a large lump in the fairly tight pants. He rubbed at it, kneaded at the big tube. He felt it throb as it responded to his strokes. He placed his mouth over one of Korso's nipples and bit down. Korso trembled from the sensation. "UUGHhh Yes" he moaned. Kale's hand pulled at the confines of the dick below. "Oh daddy" He cooed. "How I have longed for you all these years" He kissed lower and lower on the magnificent body of his stud. Then he looked down at the large mass of meat tenting the pants. He placed his mouth over it, and squeezed at the shaft. Korso squirmed under him. "MMMMM" Kale undid the pants and began to pull them down Korso's big thighs. He looked at the reddish brown hair covering his legs. He kissed one of the beautiful legs, the fur driving him crazy with lust. He looked up at the massive pole before him. It was very thick and had a huge head at the end. He touched the thick shaft and it twitched at him. The head flared up and bulged. He stared at it in awe. "Come on Kale. Suck it" Kosro pleaded. Kale wrapped his fingers around the thick tube and held it there. He squeezed the shaft and the whole thing bloated out more. He opened his mouth and wrapped his lip around the bloated head. It was so big in his mouth. Yet he opened wide and took the head inside. His tongue licked at the slit which began to leak. Korso's precum was so delicious. He continued to suck on the fat knob, relishing in the flavor of him. Then he felt Korso's big hand pushing at his head. He was trying to get more of his dick into Kale's mouth. "More" He moaned. Kale tried to take more in. he felt the shaft slid down 2 more inches into his mouth. But the thickness was a problem. Korso pushed him down more on the shaft. Kale tried to pull up because it was digging into his throat now. The head pulsed at thickened as it entered his throat. Kale's gag flex kicked in and he began to cough up the fat dick. He pulled off the massive tool and just stared at it. It was about 10 inches long and thick Kale continued too lick at it. He pumped at the shaft. He wrapped both hands around the engorged shaft. It looked even bigger as it throbbed in his hands. Koro's balls were equally impressive. Not quite a big as the man who saved him. But big and hung low in there perfect sack. He grabbed at them and caressed their tender flesh. Korso moaned from the sensation. Kale needed to take the monster cock. So he again attempted to swallow it down. That huge fat head was getting in the way again. He took in a deep breath and placed the head back in his mouth. He looked up at the incredible man above him. His hand reached up and rubbed at the strong furry chest, the hair twisting around his fingers. Then he grabbed at Korso's ass and pulled him closer. The huge cock pushed down deeper into his throat. He could feel as his throat pried open to accommodate the giant tool. But he pushed on and he was able to get almost all of the cock into his throat. He had almost 9 of the 10 inches plunged into his gullet. He fought off the gag flex to worship the incredible member. His tongue and spit working overtime to pleasure his lover. Korso moaned loudly as he looked down to see Kale had taken so much of his meat. "Mmmmmnnhhhh yes" Then Kale grabbed at the low swinging balls and messaged them as he sucked down hard on him. The member throbbed in his throat again seemingly expanding even more. Kale pulled off the giant cock and held it in his hands. The glistening head pulsed as he gently squeezed the thick shaft. Korso's head was laying back as he held onto Kale's head. "Uuugghhhhhh Yes boy. Take my big cock" Kale returned to sucking on the huge prong. He slurped and worshipped it for several minutes, relishing in its size and the way it slid down his hungry throat, his tongue dancing across the thick veiny slab of meat. He wanted to be fucked by this stud. He stopped his sucking and said. "Take me Korso" He pleaded. "I must feel you inside me please" Korso looked down at the man and then picked him up. He led him to a soft batch of ground and lay him on the ground. He quickly discarded the remains of Kale's clothes and lifted his legs up to his chest and moved his face down and buried it into Kale's ass. Kale felt the bearded face rake across his ass ring. Then the thick tongue as it pierced his ass. He squirmed as Korso's tongue dug deep into his ass. Korso ate Kale's ass with gusto as the boy writhed under him. Then Kale felt the man's big hand on his dick. Korso began to stroke at Kale's already hardened cock to get it harder. He continued to eat at the boy's ass for several minutes. Then he flipped around and grabbed at kale's cock and took it in his mouth. Kale couldn't believe this big hot stud was sucking on his dick. But he forgot about it when he saw the giant cock and pendulous balls swinging above his face. He grabbed at the thick meaty shaft and pulled on it. The balls shifted above him. He then grabbed at them and placed them into his mouth. He greedily slobbered over the fat nuts for all he was worth. They felt so full in his mouth. They twitched and jerked every time his mouth and tongue lapped at them. Kale could feel Korso's tongue slurping at his raging cock. He began to buck at the man's face, fucking his throat with his pumping dick. Korso sucked on his cock with vigor. Kale felt at Korso's big hot ass while he chewed on the big man's fat balls. He felt the huge tool rubbing at his chest as the head dribble precum onto him. He rubbed his fingers at the man's ass ring. Korso moaned from the pleasure of the boy's digits raking across his ass. He rose up and said. "Fuck my ass with your fingers boy" Kale needed no further encouragement. He released the juicy balls from his mouth and slid several fingers up into it. He drooled and slobbered on them intently, getting them wet with saliva. Then he moved up and pressed his tongue to Korso's ass hole. Korso rose up and shoved his ass onto the boy's face. Kale's tongue bashed up against the bud of his rectum. Then he pressed hard and it slipped into Korso's big hairy ass hole. Korso moaned as the boys tongue dug into him. "Uuuggghhhhh yeah" He groaned. Then Kale pushed up Korso's ass and pushed a finger up his chute. Korso's ass clenched down on it. Kale could feel the strong muscles clamp around his inserted digit and tongue. "Mmmmmmmmpphhhhh, Uuunnnghhhhh" Moaned Korso. He then shoved another finger up the man's ass, removing his tongue. He pushed further up the man's ass as he felt Korso jerk on his dick. Then Korso bent down again and swallowed Kale's cock whole. Kale grabbed at the huge cock before him with his free hand and placed it back in his own mouth as he shoved another finger up into Korso's hot ass. Korso slammed his cock down Kale's throat as he reacted to the third digit. Kale felt the huge salami plow down his unsuspecting gullet. All 10 inches crammed into his mouth made him gag. He stopped pumping his fingers up the man's ass and coughed up the giant cock imbedded in his throat. Then Korso got up and lifted his ass off Kale's face. Then he turned and crouched over the boy's enraged cock. He grabbed at it and quickly sat down on it. Kale's 6 � inch cock was shoved up Korso's hungry ass hole. He grunted as the cock slammed up into him. Kale was taken completely by surprise by the big man sitting on his hard dick. Korso began to ride up and down on Kale's hard dick. "Mmmphhh, Yeah" He moaned. "Nice hard cock up my ass. Feels soooo good" He bent down and started to kiss Kale's face and mouth. "Yeah baby. Fuck my hungry ass" he grunted as he jumped up and down on Kale's lap. Kale began to enjoy the feeling of this big hungry stud letting him fuck him. He felt as his hard cock pushed at the insides of this gorgeous stud. The tight walls gripping his aching cock with each thrust. He was gonna lose it soon because of the pressure on his dick. Korso's huge cock was rubbing at his gut and up to his upper body. Then Korso rose up and the giant cock sprang up at him. Kale grabbed for it and pumped at it furiously. He needed 2 hands because the thing looked enormous. Korso gyrated on Kales' crotch as he felt the boy's hands pumping at his hard dick. Kale bent over and pulled at the huge cock. He was able to get his lips wrapped around the fat head as his hips rose to slam at Korso's ass. His tongue slurped at the fat head and he jerked the massive trunk with his hands. Korso felt his balls starting to boil as he drew near to exploding. "Ugh, yeah, Ugh, Ugh, Ugh" He moaned as his ass was plowed into by the horny lad. Kale then felt his own balls pull up into him fast. His cock was erupting. He screamed for a moment over Korso's engorged member. Then he jerked up hard and released his cum up into Korso's ass. "Aaawweeeeee shit" He cried as he blew. Korso also drew near. He pulled Kale's head closer as he pumped his shaft at the boy's face. He rose up and Kale's cock slipped from his ass. Then he slammed about 5 inches of his huge cock into Kale's mouth. His body tensed and he rocked forward as he blew a huge load into Kale's mouth. Kale felt the torrents of cum fly past his tongue and shoot for his throat. There was so much that he thought he might drown from the flow. Korso bent over and embedded more of his shooting dick into Kale's mouth and pumped more juice down his throat. Kale grabbed for the heavy balls and pulled on them to release the flow. Korso jerked at him as he drained his balls. Gobs rushed from Kale's overflowing mouth. It drooled over his chin and neck, the heavy balls were also saturated by the flood. Kale tried in vane to swallow as much of the precious goo as he could, but was overwhelmed by the geyser of cum Korso gave him. they both collapsed after they were done. "I'm so glad I found you again Korso" Kale said. "Me too" replied Korso end of part 2.................... Orlirz
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Sun, 12 Jun 2005 10:23:11 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Titan A.E. ..Earth 2... (part 2) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This story is my play on what happened to Titan A.E.'s Kale on Earth 2. This toon was very homo erotic in my opinion. so i figured i'd write up a little tale to finish the tale of Kale &amp; Korso (whom we thought died). ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Titan A.E. (Earth 2) continued............... The next day came and Kale wanted to get outta there. The big bear had fucked him several times later the previous day. His butt was raw. He waited til' the man left for the hills. He was gonna get some food. Then Kale picked up his few belongings and grabbed some stuff from the man's house and headed out. This new world was so fresh and beautiful. But the woods seemed to go on forever. He had been gone several hours now. He was tired and hungry. He reached into the knapsack that he had stolen from the man. Grabbed a sandwich and ate. He took some water from a stream near by to drink. He lay down for a while and nodded off. He heard the birds and animals of the forest as he slipped to sleep. When he woke up several hours later to the sounds of footsteps in the brush. He sat up quickly to see who was there. The footfalls silenced. "Hello" He called. 'Nothing but the forest' he thought. Then he reached for his knapsack. It was gone. Someone had taken it. 'Shit' he thought. Had the man found him? "Hello, is anyone there?" He asked again. He got up and began to look around the area. He had to find that sack. Everything he had was in there. He rushed about the area. If he didn't find it he would surely die of starvation or other wise. Then he heard the rustling again. He ran toward the direction of the sounds. He got closer and the sounds seemed to scatter. Then he saw a dark object on the ground and rushed toward it. It was his sack. And strewn about were the things from it. He saw a small weasel like critter running with the other sandwich he had. He quickly picked up all that he could and continued on. Night time began to creep along the horizon when he decided to stop for the night. He set up camp near a small clearing of trees and bushes. Laid the blanket down and went to bed. His dreams were filled of memories of Korso. He wished it had been him who took his virginity away. He moved on for 3 days, trying to find a place to hold up. But everywhere he looked it was nothing but forest. Then on the 3rd day he found a cascading river. He decided to follow it to see where it went. After what seemed hours, he reached a small waterfall that fell into a large pool of water. There were trees and a small clearing. He heard something as he gazed about. He looked down to see someone down near the tidal pool. There was a tall rugged looking man down there. He looked familiar. But from the distance he couldn't make out who it was. The man had his shirt off and he could see the wet furry strong chest he had. Kale began to get hard from the sight of this man. He crouched closer to the edge to get a better look. There was a cave below. The man went inside briefly. Then he came out with a large knife. There was something on the ground near him. He picked it up and cut into the thing. It looked to be a rabbit or some small creature. The man cut at the flesh and tore it off. He put it on a stick and placed it over the fire. Kale began to get hungry from this. He hadn't eaten in nearly a day, and he was ever so tired. As he tried to get up he lost his grip and plummeted over the side of the falls. He luckily fell into the water. The splash alerted the man. He saw Kale fall front the falls and rushed to the water's edge. Kale had hit the water pretty hard because he was knocked unconscious. He jumped into the water and pulled Kale out. Shortly after kale regained consciousness and looked up to see a face he thought he'd never see again. It was the face of Korso. "What the." He tried to say. "But you're dead" "Nice welcome buddy" Korso said. "Do you remember when I made you go up to get this thing started." He started to say. "Yup" Kale replied. "Well I was lodged in between the clamps. I felt this energy surge through me. I thought I was dead for sure. I was knocked out for God knows how long. Then I woke up here." "I don't get it" Kale continued. "Kale" Korso interjected. "This is a living growing planet. The energy that created it saved me, or at least brought me back" Kale looked up at Korso. He had almost forgotten how handsome he was. He reached up and touched his face. The roughness of his unshaved face felt so good. He caressed it, the longing in his eyes for his friend. "I thought I had lost you" His hand reached around and caressed at Korso's neck and back. Korso knew what was happening. He remembered the boy rubbing against him on the ship. He knew that Kale had wanted him, and he actually longed for Kale as well. He touched Kale's face and bent down and kissed him lightly on the lips. Kale's eyes closed in the heat of passion. He kissed his friend back. Then they embraced and Korso pulled kale close to his body. Kale could feel the strong muscles under his friend's body. His hands roamed over the strong back. Then he kissed at Korso's neck, the stubble raking at his lips. He moved down as his hand touched the big strong chest, the soft light fur mingling in his hands. He looked at the beautiful torso and placed his mouth to kiss at the center of the man's chest. He kissed at his big gorgeous stud. He felt the delicious fur as it tickled his nose and face. He licked at the massive upper body that Korso had. "Mmmm yes" He moaned. Korso held him close to him and kissed his head. Kale's hand moved down the body as he caressed Korso's chest and stomach. He reached the top of the pants which held the long desired dick. Kale's hand moved down and felt at a large lump in the fairly tight pants. He rubbed at it, kneaded at the big tube. He felt it throb as it responded to his strokes. He placed his mouth over one of Korso's nipples and bit down. Korso trembled from the sensation. "UUGHhh Yes" he moaned. Kale's hand pulled at the confines of the dick below. "Oh daddy" He cooed. "How I have longed for you all these years" He kissed lower and lower on the magnificent body of his stud. Then he looked down at the large mass of meat tenting the pants. He placed his mouth over it, and squeezed at the shaft. Korso squirmed under him. "MMMMM" Kale undid the pants and began to pull them down Korso's big thighs. He looked at the reddish brown hair covering his legs. He kissed one of the beautiful legs, the fur driving him crazy with lust. He looked up at the massive pole before him. It was very thick and had a huge head at the end. He touched the thick shaft and it twitched at him. The head flared up and bulged. He stared at it in awe. "Come on Kale. Suck it" Kosro pleaded. Kale wrapped his fingers around the thick tube and held it there. He squeezed the shaft and the whole thing bloated out more. He opened his mouth and wrapped his lip around the bloated head. It was so big in his mouth. Yet he opened wide and took the head inside. His tongue licked at the slit which began to leak. Korso's precum was so delicious. He continued to suck on the fat knob, relishing in the flavor of him. Then he felt Korso's big hand pushing at his head. He was trying to get more of his dick into Kale's mouth. "More" He moaned. Kale tried to take more in. he felt the shaft slid down 2 more inches into his mouth. But the thickness was a problem. Korso pushed him down more on the shaft. Kale tried to pull up because it was digging into his throat now. The head pulsed at thickened as it entered his throat. Kale's gag flex kicked in and he began to cough up the fat dick. He pulled off the massive tool and just stared at it. It was about 10 inches long and thick Kale continued too lick at it. He pumped at the shaft. He wrapped both hands around the engorged shaft. It looked even bigger as it throbbed in his hands. Koro's balls were equally impressive. Not quite a big as the man who saved him. But big and hung low in there perfect sack. He grabbed at them and caressed their tender flesh. Korso moaned from the sensation. Kale needed to take the monster cock. So he again attempted to swallow it down. That huge fat head was getting in the way again. He took in a deep breath and placed the head back in his mouth. He looked up at the incredible man above him. His hand reached up and rubbed at the strong furry chest, the hair twisting around his fingers. Then he grabbed at Korso's ass and pulled him closer. The huge cock pushed down deeper into his throat. He could feel as his throat pried open to accommodate the giant tool. But he pushed on and he was able to get almost all of the cock into his throat. He had almost 9 of the 10 inches plunged into his gullet. He fought off the gag flex to worship the incredible member. His tongue and spit working overtime to pleasure his lover. Korso moaned loudly as he looked down to see Kale had taken so much of his meat. "Mmmmmnnhhhh yes" Then Kale grabbed at the low swinging balls and messaged them as he sucked down hard on him. The member throbbed in his throat again seemingly expanding even more. Kale pulled off the giant cock and held it in his hands. The glistening head pulsed as he gently squeezed the thick shaft. Korso's head was laying back as he held onto Kale's head. "Uuugghhhhhh Yes boy. Take my big cock" Kale returned to sucking on the huge prong. He slurped and worshipped it for several minutes, relishing in its size and the way it slid down his hungry throat, his tongue dancing across the thick veiny slab of meat. He wanted to be fucked by this stud. He stopped his sucking and said. "Take me Korso" He pleaded. "I must feel you inside me please" Korso looked down at the man and then picked him up. He led him to a soft batch of ground and lay him on the ground. He quickly discarded the remains of Kale's clothes and lifted his legs up to his chest and moved his face down and buried it into Kale's ass. Kale felt the bearded face rake across his ass ring. Then the thick tongue as it pierced his ass. He squirmed as Korso's tongue dug deep into his ass. Korso ate Kale's ass with gusto as the boy writhed under him. Then Kale felt the man's big hand on his dick. Korso began to stroke at Kale's already hardened cock to get it harder. He continued to eat at the boy's ass for several minutes. Then he flipped around and grabbed at kale's cock and took it in his mouth. Kale couldn't believe this big hot stud was sucking on his dick. But he forgot about it when he saw the giant cock and pendulous balls swinging above his face. He grabbed at the thick meaty shaft and pulled on it. The balls shifted above him. He then grabbed at them and placed them into his mouth. He greedily slobbered over the fat nuts for all he was worth. They felt so full in his mouth. They twitched and jerked every time his mouth and tongue lapped at them. Kale could feel Korso's tongue slurping at his raging cock. He began to buck at the man's face, fucking his throat with his pumping dick. Korso sucked on his cock with vigor. Kale felt at Korso's big hot ass while he chewed on the big man's fat balls. He felt the huge tool rubbing at his chest as the head dribble precum onto him. He rubbed his fingers at the man's ass ring. Korso moaned from the pleasure of the boy's digits raking across his ass. He rose up and said. "Fuck my ass with your fingers boy" Kale needed no further encouragement. He released the juicy balls from his mouth and slid several fingers up into it. He drooled and slobbered on them intently, getting them wet with saliva. Then he moved up and pressed his tongue to Korso's ass hole. Korso rose up and shoved his ass onto the boy's face. Kale's tongue bashed up against the bud of his rectum. Then he pressed hard and it slipped into Korso's big hairy ass hole. Korso moaned as the boys tongue dug into him. "Uuuggghhhhh yeah" He groaned. Then Kale pushed up Korso's ass and pushed a finger up his chute. Korso's ass clenched down on it. Kale could feel the strong muscles clamp around his inserted digit and tongue. "Mmmmmmmmpphhhhh, Uuunnnghhhhh" Moaned Korso. He then shoved another finger up the man's ass, removing his tongue. He pushed further up the man's ass as he felt Korso jerk on his dick. Then Korso bent down again and swallowed Kale's cock whole. Kale grabbed at the huge cock before him with his free hand and placed it back in his own mouth as he shoved another finger up into Korso's hot ass. Korso slammed his cock down Kale's throat as he reacted to the third digit. Kale felt the huge salami plow down his unsuspecting gullet. All 10 inches crammed into his mouth made him gag. He stopped pumping his fingers up the man's ass and coughed up the giant cock imbedded in his throat. Then Korso got up and lifted his ass off Kale's face. Then he turned and crouched over the boy's enraged cock. He grabbed at it and quickly sat down on it. Kale's 6 � inch cock was shoved up Korso's hungry ass hole. He grunted as the cock slammed up into him. Kale was taken completely by surprise by the big man sitting on his hard dick. Korso began to ride up and down on Kale's hard dick. "Mmmphhh, Yeah" He moaned. "Nice hard cock up my ass. Feels soooo good" He bent down and started to kiss Kale's face and mouth. "Yeah baby. Fuck my hungry ass" he grunted as he jumped up and down on Kale's lap. Kale began to enjoy the feeling of this big hungry stud letting him fuck him. He felt as his hard cock pushed at the insides of this gorgeous stud. The tight walls gripping his aching cock with each thrust. He was gonna lose it soon because of the pressure on his dick. Korso's huge cock was rubbing at his gut and up to his upper body. Then Korso rose up and the giant cock sprang up at him. Kale grabbed for it and pumped at it furiously. He needed 2 hands because the thing looked enormous. Korso gyrated on Kales' crotch as he felt the boy's hands pumping at his hard dick. Kale bent over and pulled at the huge cock. He was able to get his lips wrapped around the fat head as his hips rose to slam at Korso's ass. His tongue slurped at the fat head and he jerked the massive trunk with his hands. Korso felt his balls starting to boil as he drew near to exploding. "Ugh, yeah, Ugh, Ugh, Ugh" He moaned as his ass was plowed into by the horny lad. Kale then felt his own balls pull up into him fast. His cock was erupting. He screamed for a moment over Korso's engorged member. Then he jerked up hard and released his cum up into Korso's ass. "Aaawweeeeee shit" He cried as he blew. Korso also drew near. He pulled Kale's head closer as he pumped his shaft at the boy's face. He rose up and Kale's cock slipped from his ass. Then he slammed about 5 inches of his huge cock into Kale's mouth. His body tensed and he rocked forward as he blew a huge load into Kale's mouth. Kale felt the torrents of cum fly past his tongue and shoot for his throat. There was so much that he thought he might drown from the flow. Korso bent over and embedded more of his shooting dick into Kale's mouth and pumped more juice down his throat. Kale grabbed for the heavy balls and pulled on them to release the flow. Korso jerked at him as he drained his balls. Gobs rushed from Kale's overflowing mouth. It drooled over his chin and neck, the heavy balls were also saturated by the flood. Kale tried in vane to swallow as much of the precious goo as he could, but was overwhelmed by the geyser of cum Korso gave him. they both collapsed after they were done. "I'm so glad I found you again Korso" Kale said. "Me too" replied Korso end of part 2.................... Orlirz </div></div>
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Date: Mon, 30 Dec 2019 09:54:24 +0000 From: Dade Murphy Subject: Football Fuckers Chapter 2 Football Fuckers 2 -- On the Coach "Fuck!" Trent Alexander Arnold gasped, as he was literally caught with his hands down his pants on the back of the Liverpool coach. Looming over him was the captain of the team, Jordan Henderson, who'd already given him an earful that day. "Having a cheeky wank, at the back of the bus are we?" Hendo laughed. "Fucking perv... Thought I caught you looking at us lot in the showers." "Mate", Trent stammered, "It wasn't like that ... I wasn't thinking about you lot at all." There was nothing Alexander-Arnold could do to deny the fact that he'd had his hands down his pants. The 21-year-old starlet of the greatest Liverpool team of 21st century had had one hand stroking his thick, 7-inch meat under his trackies, and the other tugging at his hairy brown balls. He couldn't get much more caught red handed than that. The only thing he could do was deny he was thinking about his other teammates. "Yeah, yeah," Hendo said, sitting down next to Trent. "I felt the semi, before, in the changing rooms, and I see you checking us out all the time." Trent felt himself growing redder and redder in the half-light of the coach speeding down the motorway. "Shush mate, come on," Trent said, suddenly worried about the other team mates in the rows ahead. "It's not like that." Henderson looked him up and down, a dirty smirk crossing his chiselled face. For a blond he was anything but innocent. In fact, he was one of the team's biggest shaggers and alpha studs. He led the charge on away days, when wives and girlfriends were hundreds of miles away. He'd let almost anyone have a go apparently -- he was that much of a horn dog. Eventually, Trent's puppy-dog eyes and pleading face seemed to do the trick. Hendo swung into the seat beside him and gave him a squeeze on the leg. In his true, Jekyll and Hyde style, he was suddenly all smiles. "No worries, lad," he said. "We all get a bit horned up, especially after a big win like that." "Yeah," Trent laughed. "That's all it was." "And I know what it's like to be 21," Hendo continued. "I was raging all the time. I didn't give a fuck who I put it into. Actually, I'm raging all the time now, and I'm not 21 any more." They both laughed at this, and Trent felt some of his tension ease away. "So I've heard," he said. "About you being raging horny, that is." Hendo flashed him a look and Trent suddenly panicked, thinking that he'd gone too far. But Hendo just let a devilish smirk play on his lips. "Oh yeah. What exactly have you heard?" Trent figured he'd gone this far and hadn't been knocked out or grabbed hard in the junk again, so he ventured a little bit further. "Just that you're a bit of a lad, you know. You get around." he said. "And that you've got the biggest cock in the club." Hendo loved that. His face went into full shit-eating grin mode and nestled further back into the leather seat. He popped his head up and over the seat and looked into the aisle, then back at the innocent-looking face of Alexander-Arnold. "And what if I do?" he whispered into Trent's ears. "What's the use of having the biggest cock in the club if I've got another lad sat here with me?" Trent froze. Hendo was so hot and cold that he didn't know how to play it. Plus, they were on the coach back to Liverpool, with 30-odd people in front of them. True, half of them were dozing and the other half had the headphones on, but still. This conversation was taking a turn for the fucking horny. The familiar feeling of his chubby fighting for attention against his briefs was returning. His dick was practically leaking pre-cum, with all this chat about Hendo's big dick. Hendo chuckled, sensing the youngster's inexperience. "Look, lad," he said. "Remember what I said before. This is a team. Team mates help each other out, right?" "Uhh yeah," Trent agreed. "And besides, don't you want to get me back for squeezing your knob earlier?" he cajoled. Then, leaning in further, until Trent could feel the tip of Hendo's tongue right in his ear. "Don't you want to do as your fucking captain fucking tells you." Hendo withdrew, and spread his legs wide. There was no denying what he wanted, and Trent was practically bursting out his trackies at the thought of giving it to him. He peeked over the rows to double check there was no one coming their way, then reached a hand over onto his captain's thigh. Hendo nodded his encouragement as the hand travelled further, brushing over what felt like a metal rod encased under the shiny fabric. They rumours weren't wrong, Trent thought. He reached in under the waistband and pawed at the huge bulge, feeling the heat cascade off it. It was absolutely raging already; Hendo was one horny bastard. The captain lifted his backside up slightly, and pulled down his tracksuit bottoms. Then, with an equally quick movement he yanked down his red, Liverpool-issue briefs, and his huge, creamy-white cock with a bright pink tip thwacked off his toned abs with a satisfying wet thud. "Fuck," Trent hissed. "That's gotta be 9 inches at least." "Yeah and the rest, pretty boy, it's at least 10," Hendo hissed, the urgent horniness apparent in his tone. "No good just looking at it how big it is, though, lad. It's about time to get to work." Trent wasn't about to be told twice. He wrapped a hand round the throbbing dick and pulled the white foreskin away from the shiny pink head. Hendo let out a moan of pleasure as the young lad tugged back and forth, slipping the foreskin over the wet bellend and sending waves of relief shooting through Hendo's body. "Yes, boy," he moaned. "At it like a pro. You know how to treat your captain with the respect he deserves." Trent loved being praised, it made him grip the shaft even harder and ramp up the pace. He was tugging on Hendo's meat like his place in the team depended on it -- which it probably did. With his right hand he pounded away at the captain's rod, and with his left, he reached under a gave the big plums a tug as well. Not surprisingly, Hendo let out another stifled moan. "Nnnggh," he groaned writing in his seat, his body wriggling around like a dog in heat, but his cock firmly grasped in place by the young star. "That's fucking it, lad, do your boss proud." Trent pumped his fist up and down, determined to give the hand job of his life for his horny, mean bastard of a captain. Hendo couldn't sit still, he was shifting his arse around in the seat as if he hadn't come for weeks. All thoughts of who else might have noticed them at it were gone. An explosion couldn't tear Trent away from this prize dick or Hendo away from his hand job, so there was no chance either of them would have seen the swarthy face and curly-haired figure peeking out from the seats in front. "Mmmm yes boy," Hendo continued, his eyes rolling back in his skull. "Fucking jack that big mackem dick. You're a lucky lad, getting your hands on this." Trent sat up for a second and whipped off his own tracksuit bottoms. He had to get a hand on his own dick; the tension was killing him. He sat bare legged, his cock sprung to attention, dripping pre-cum all the way down the shaft to the hairy brown balls. His hand slid down it like a greasy pole, giving himself a couple of strokes worth of relief. Hendo looked up and frowned, as if to say `why the fuck have you stopped'. But Trent had no intention of stopping, instead, he was going to go one stop further. "Relax, cap," he said. "Sit back." Before Hendo had a chance to say anything, Trent leaned down and opened wide. In one fluid motion he slurped Hendo's big bellend into his waiting mouth, and sucked on the wet tip. He spat at the cock, lubing it up even further, and dived down until he could feel the thick shaft way past the entrance to his mouth. "Nnnngh, Jesus fucking Christ," Hendo hissed. "Fucking hell, you cocky cunt." He was really writhing with pleasure now. He grabbed the seat in front of him with one hand (narrowly avoiding the figure in front), and clamped the back of Trent's head with the other, urging him on. Trent's tongue swirled and dipped, lapping up the mixture of spit and pre-cum and the manly musk of the Liverpool captain's cock. He was barely touching his own dick, but it had never felt so ready to burst in his life. Fuck the goal, fuck the assists, this was the dream, choking on premier league dick, pervy as fuck in the back of the coach. It was enough to make his balls tighten and his ass twitch ... He felt his dick thrusting forward and spurting out wad after wad of cum. It flew everywhere, coating his tracky bottoms, the back of the seat, and even flying up and over it. His body shuddered with the most intense orgasm his young self had ever experienced. Hendo saw the cum flying from Trent's cute brown cock, and felt the young star's throat tighten. He couldn't hold on any longer. He'd been so horny it wasn't gonna take much for his huge dick to let go off his massive load. His big hairy plums rose up and his shaft filled with thick, manly spunk. "Fuck this is it, lad," he hissed, "It's coming." Hendo thrust forward and clasped Trent's head right down onto his lap, as he pumped a load of salty cum into the waiting mouth of Alexander Arnold. Trent gulped down as much as he could, but the loads kept on coming, filling his mouth, until he couldn't swallow fast enough to keep up. Eventually, after 6 or 7 spurts of hot, salty seed, he peeled off Hendo's mouth, and swallowed a final time. The trembling cock kept spurting, coating the back of the seat in front of them and arcing up into the air, finally landing back in Hendo's lap. Hendo and Trent looked at each other and just laughed. "Wow," Trend said. "You really are a horny bastard." "You too, pretty boy," Hendo laughed. He wiped his cum-covered cock clean and offered his hand to Trent, who quickly lapped it up. "What a fucking slut." Trent didn't care, he licked each of Hendo's fingers cleaned and wiped the cum from the edges of his lips. It was just what he'd needed after the amazing victory, and he couldn't have felt more relieved and satisfied than at that moment. Hendo did something that surprised him then, he leaned down and gave his own cock a quick peck. A rumble of pleasure jolted through him as the rough tongue lapped at his softening dick. "Laters, lad." he said. Hendo got up and went to join the more senior players at the front of the bus, and left Trent to tuck his dick back into his pants, and try and clean up some of the mess they'd left back there. Any cum he found, Trent greedily lapped up, to help with the cleaning process. Eventually the coach pulled into Anfield, and each of the players got off, separated into their own cars and headed home. Trent climbed into his own Jeep and checked his phone before setting off. *Horny bastard*, the text read, off Hendo. *Next time you don't waste a drop, though, boy. You either swallow it or take it up the arse.* Trent popped another woody at that, and smiled. What a fucking day. And it sounded like there was more of them to come. * Meanwhile, another Liverpool star, Egyptian, Mo Sarah, climbed into his Ferrari. He wasn't a vain guy, but he checked himself in the mirror anyway before he set off, heading home to his wife. He spotted something in his curly hair and quickly went to get it out. It was sticky and white, and felt silky between his fingers. "The fuck...?" he wondered, before the penny dropped and he started to chuckle. Not a man to waste a drop of spunk, he slipped his fingers into his mouth and cleaned it off. He took out his phone and flicked through the recent photos. He knew exactly where that'd come from.
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Mon, 30 Dec 2019 09:54:24 +0000 From: Dade Murphy <[email protected]> Subject: Football Fuckers Chapter 2 Football Fuckers 2 -- On the Coach "Fuck!" Trent Alexander Arnold gasped, as he was literally caught with his hands down his pants on the back of the Liverpool coach. Looming over him was the captain of the team, Jordan Henderson, who'd already given him an earful that day. "Having a cheeky wank, at the back of the bus are we?" Hendo laughed. "Fucking perv... Thought I caught you looking at us lot in the showers." "Mate", Trent stammered, "It wasn't like that ... I wasn't thinking about you lot at all." There was nothing Alexander-Arnold could do to deny the fact that he'd had his hands down his pants. The 21-year-old starlet of the greatest Liverpool team of 21st century had had one hand stroking his thick, 7-inch meat under his trackies, and the other tugging at his hairy brown balls. He couldn't get much more caught red handed than that. The only thing he could do was deny he was thinking about his other teammates. "Yeah, yeah," Hendo said, sitting down next to Trent. "I felt the semi, before, in the changing rooms, and I see you checking us out all the time." Trent felt himself growing redder and redder in the half-light of the coach speeding down the motorway. "Shush mate, come on," Trent said, suddenly worried about the other team mates in the rows ahead. "It's not like that." Henderson looked him up and down, a dirty smirk crossing his chiselled face. For a blond he was anything but innocent. In fact, he was one of the team's biggest shaggers and alpha studs. He led the charge on away days, when wives and girlfriends were hundreds of miles away. He'd let almost anyone have a go apparently -- he was that much of a horn dog. Eventually, Trent's puppy-dog eyes and pleading face seemed to do the trick. Hendo swung into the seat beside him and gave him a squeeze on the leg. In his true, Jekyll and Hyde style, he was suddenly all smiles. "No worries, lad," he said. "We all get a bit horned up, especially after a big win like that." "Yeah," Trent laughed. "That's all it was." "And I know what it's like to be 21," Hendo continued. "I was raging all the time. I didn't give a fuck who I put it into. Actually, I'm raging all the time now, and I'm not 21 any more." They both laughed at this, and Trent felt some of his tension ease away. "So I've heard," he said. "About you being raging horny, that is." Hendo flashed him a look and Trent suddenly panicked, thinking that he'd gone too far. But Hendo just let a devilish smirk play on his lips. "Oh yeah. What exactly have you heard?" Trent figured he'd gone this far and hadn't been knocked out or grabbed hard in the junk again, so he ventured a little bit further. "Just that you're a bit of a lad, you know. You get around." he said. "And that you've got the biggest cock in the club." Hendo loved that. His face went into full shit-eating grin mode and nestled further back into the leather seat. He popped his head up and over the seat and looked into the aisle, then back at the innocent-looking face of Alexander-Arnold. "And what if I do?" he whispered into Trent's ears. "What's the use of having the biggest cock in the club if I've got another lad sat here with me?" Trent froze. Hendo was so hot and cold that he didn't know how to play it. Plus, they were on the coach back to Liverpool, with 30-odd people in front of them. True, half of them were dozing and the other half had the headphones on, but still. This conversation was taking a turn for the fucking horny. The familiar feeling of his chubby fighting for attention against his briefs was returning. His dick was practically leaking pre-cum, with all this chat about Hendo's big dick. Hendo chuckled, sensing the youngster's inexperience. "Look, lad," he said. "Remember what I said before. This is a team. Team mates help each other out, right?" "Uhh yeah," Trent agreed. "And besides, don't you want to get me back for squeezing your knob earlier?" he cajoled. Then, leaning in further, until Trent could feel the tip of Hendo's tongue right in his ear. "Don't you want to do as your fucking captain fucking tells you." Hendo withdrew, and spread his legs wide. There was no denying what he wanted, and Trent was practically bursting out his trackies at the thought of giving it to him. He peeked over the rows to double check there was no one coming their way, then reached a hand over onto his captain's thigh. Hendo nodded his encouragement as the hand travelled further, brushing over what felt like a metal rod encased under the shiny fabric. They rumours weren't wrong, Trent thought. He reached in under the waistband and pawed at the huge bulge, feeling the heat cascade off it. It was absolutely raging already; Hendo was one horny bastard. The captain lifted his backside up slightly, and pulled down his tracksuit bottoms. Then, with an equally quick movement he yanked down his red, Liverpool-issue briefs, and his huge, creamy-white cock with a bright pink tip thwacked off his toned abs with a satisfying wet thud. "Fuck," Trent hissed. "That's gotta be 9 inches at least." "Yeah and the rest, pretty boy, it's at least 10," Hendo hissed, the urgent horniness apparent in his tone. "No good just looking at it how big it is, though, lad. It's about time to get to work." Trent wasn't about to be told twice. He wrapped a hand round the throbbing dick and pulled the white foreskin away from the shiny pink head. Hendo let out a moan of pleasure as the young lad tugged back and forth, slipping the foreskin over the wet bellend and sending waves of relief shooting through Hendo's body. "Yes, boy," he moaned. "At it like a pro. You know how to treat your captain with the respect he deserves." Trent loved being praised, it made him grip the shaft even harder and ramp up the pace. He was tugging on Hendo's meat like his place in the team depended on it -- which it probably did. With his right hand he pounded away at the captain's rod, and with his left, he reached under a gave the big plums a tug as well. Not surprisingly, Hendo let out another stifled moan. "Nnnggh," he groaned writing in his seat, his body wriggling around like a dog in heat, but his cock firmly grasped in place by the young star. "That's fucking it, lad, do your boss proud." Trent pumped his fist up and down, determined to give the hand job of his life for his horny, mean bastard of a captain. Hendo couldn't sit still, he was shifting his arse around in the seat as if he hadn't come for weeks. All thoughts of who else might have noticed them at it were gone. An explosion couldn't tear Trent away from this prize dick or Hendo away from his hand job, so there was no chance either of them would have seen the swarthy face and curly-haired figure peeking out from the seats in front. "Mmmm yes boy," Hendo continued, his eyes rolling back in his skull. "Fucking jack that big mackem dick. You're a lucky lad, getting your hands on this." Trent sat up for a second and whipped off his own tracksuit bottoms. He had to get a hand on his own dick; the tension was killing him. He sat bare legged, his cock sprung to attention, dripping pre-cum all the way down the shaft to the hairy brown balls. His hand slid down it like a greasy pole, giving himself a couple of strokes worth of relief. Hendo looked up and frowned, as if to say `why the fuck have you stopped'. But Trent had no intention of stopping, instead, he was going to go one stop further. "Relax, cap," he said. "Sit back." Before Hendo had a chance to say anything, Trent leaned down and opened wide. In one fluid motion he slurped Hendo's big bellend into his waiting mouth, and sucked on the wet tip. He spat at the cock, lubing it up even further, and dived down until he could feel the thick shaft way past the entrance to his mouth. "Nnnngh, Jesus fucking Christ," Hendo hissed. "Fucking hell, you cocky cunt." He was really writhing with pleasure now. He grabbed the seat in front of him with one hand (narrowly avoiding the figure in front), and clamped the back of Trent's head with the other, urging him on. Trent's tongue swirled and dipped, lapping up the mixture of spit and pre-cum and the manly musk of the Liverpool captain's cock. He was barely touching his own dick, but it had never felt so ready to burst in his life. Fuck the goal, fuck the assists, this was the dream, choking on premier league dick, pervy as fuck in the back of the coach. It was enough to make his balls tighten and his ass twitch ... He felt his dick thrusting forward and spurting out wad after wad of cum. It flew everywhere, coating his tracky bottoms, the back of the seat, and even flying up and over it. His body shuddered with the most intense orgasm his young self had ever experienced. Hendo saw the cum flying from Trent's cute brown cock, and felt the young star's throat tighten. He couldn't hold on any longer. He'd been so horny it wasn't gonna take much for his huge dick to let go off his massive load. His big hairy plums rose up and his shaft filled with thick, manly spunk. "Fuck this is it, lad," he hissed, "It's coming." Hendo thrust forward and clasped Trent's head right down onto his lap, as he pumped a load of salty cum into the waiting mouth of Alexander Arnold. Trent gulped down as much as he could, but the loads kept on coming, filling his mouth, until he couldn't swallow fast enough to keep up. Eventually, after 6 or 7 spurts of hot, salty seed, he peeled off Hendo's mouth, and swallowed a final time. The trembling cock kept spurting, coating the back of the seat in front of them and arcing up into the air, finally landing back in Hendo's lap. Hendo and Trent looked at each other and just laughed. "Wow," Trend said. "You really are a horny bastard." "You too, pretty boy," Hendo laughed. He wiped his cum-covered cock clean and offered his hand to Trent, who quickly lapped it up. "What a fucking slut." Trent didn't care, he licked each of Hendo's fingers cleaned and wiped the cum from the edges of his lips. It was just what he'd needed after the amazing victory, and he couldn't have felt more relieved and satisfied than at that moment. Hendo did something that surprised him then, he leaned down and gave his own cock a quick peck. A rumble of pleasure jolted through him as the rough tongue lapped at his softening dick. "Laters, lad." he said. Hendo got up and went to join the more senior players at the front of the bus, and left Trent to tuck his dick back into his pants, and try and clean up some of the mess they'd left back there. Any cum he found, Trent greedily lapped up, to help with the cleaning process. Eventually the coach pulled into Anfield, and each of the players got off, separated into their own cars and headed home. Trent climbed into his own Jeep and checked his phone before setting off. *Horny bastard*, the text read, off Hendo. *Next time you don't waste a drop, though, boy. You either swallow it or take it up the arse.* Trent popped another woody at that, and smiled. What a fucking day. And it sounded like there was more of them to come. * Meanwhile, another Liverpool star, Egyptian, Mo Sarah, climbed into his Ferrari. He wasn't a vain guy, but he checked himself in the mirror anyway before he set off, heading home to his wife. He spotted something in his curly hair and quickly went to get it out. It was sticky and white, and felt silky between his fingers. "The fuck...?" he wondered, before the penny dropped and he started to chuckle. Not a man to waste a drop of spunk, he slipped his fingers into his mouth and cleaned it off. He took out his phone and flicked through the recent photos. He knew exactly where that'd come from. </[email protected]> </div></div>
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Date: Tue, 10 Sep 2019 01:57:23 +0000 (UTC) From: [email protected] Subject: Titan A.E. ..Earth 2..(part 5) This story is my play on what happened to Titan A.E.'s Kale on Earth 2. This toon was very homo erotic in my opinion. So I figured I'd writw up a little tale to finish the tale of Kale & Korso (whom we thought died) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- I looked at this and read it again. Now I feel I need to finish it. Cuz I linde just left it there. Enjoy... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Titan A.E. ..Earth 2.. (Part 5) ..... Kale had found him. His Korso. The only man in this world he desired more than the world itself. Even more than the new earth he had found for them. He would have gladly forsaken the world's entire population for Korso. And now he was here with him again. After so many years without him. But he was here in front if him again. Back from death and he was touching him again. Touching him and his body. And touching that huge dick again. "Yup soo big" he huffed And then he swooped down and took Korso's very big dick. Taking his semi hard dick into his hungry mouth. Slurping down inch after huge inch. Gagging on the massive cock as he did. He had forgotten the sheer size that Korso had. The extremely large weapon that Korso had. 10 inches of magnificent dick. A dick he wanted in his ass. Desperately. So he slobbered over the huge schlong. Taking as much as he could in his mouth. Stroking on the remaining dick. Felling as the bigger man gently pushed at his mouth. "Yeah Kale" the man moaned "Suck that dick down buddy. Soo good" "Soo Fucking good" Kale could hear the man was loving his mouth. Could feel as the balls on Korso began to shift. To churn the hot cum inside them. And he wanted that cum. But this time he wanted it in his butt. So he pulled off of the thing. Pulled away from the big mule dick that Korso had. Letting the huge thing just hang there before him. A massive slightly curved salami the swung slowly back and forth in front of him. "I want this inside me Korso" he then said "Want to feel it in my ass" Korso looked down at him and smiled. His hand caressed at Kales face. Seeing the love and desire that Kale had for him. And he for Kale. "Come. Get up" He said to Kale "Lay down over here Kale" "Lay on my bed with me" "Then we can get to some good love making" Kale stood. Then they both mived iver to the bed in the corner if the large room. He lay down on it as Korso requested. Dropping all his clothes to be totally naked for Korso. Korso stood over the bed as he looked at the lean and muscular body of the younger man. Lovinv how he looked. The smooth toned and creamy skin. The legs and arms of Kales body. "You are beautiful Kale" he then stated Kale looked back up at the bigger, thicker man. And that's when he realised that Korso was fuller, meatier than before. Whether it was the years, age or what have you. The look suited the man. The swirls of chest hair on his body in all the right places were perfection. Just as the massuve tube sticking out from the mans crotch was too. "So big" he huffed again. "Come herw Korso" "Lay with me" And Korso did. He climbed up on the bed. And onto Kale. Touching his smooth chest amd waist. Caressing at the skin with his long fingers. Moving them over chest and shoulders. Then down Kales belly and to his crotch and dick. Kale was rigid down there. He smiled at his effect on the younger man. So he leaned down and he kissed Kale again. Them his face and neck. Followed by Korso moving down his body. Kissing chest and stomach as he inched down to his target. Kales dick and ass. "Hmm. Very nice dick" he said Then he took Kale's dick into his mouth. Swallowing the younger man down again. Kale moaned as he felt the familiar lips on his dick. "Hmm. That it." He crowed "Have needed this for soo long" "Suck" And the bigger man did suck him. Slobbering down on Kale with wanton need. And it felt awesome. But Kale wanted his huge dick in him. So he begged Korso to finish the job. "Just Fuck me Korso" he crowed "I have waited forever to feel that in me." Korso pulled from Kales dick. Then he moved down more and then shoved his tongue at Kales hole. Kale practically screamed as he felt the mans tongue on his ass hole. Groaning madly for more "Ughnn fuckk. Thats it daddy" hr groaned "Get my pussy ready for that monster dick of yours" "Eat up my ass Korso" He continued to moan as Korso to loosen his ass up. Getting it covered in saliva. It wouldn't be long before that hot tongue was replaced with the mans dick. Korso's massive dick. "Give it too me stud" Kale cried "Just fuck me already" "Just fuck me" Korso decided to give him what he wanted. Dick. He moved back up. Then he grabbed Kale and move between his legs. Spreading them so he could have access to the guys ass. Then Korso placed his mammoth dick to Kale's asshole. Kale could feel it back there. The big blunt object that was about to penetrate him. He took a breath. A deep one. Because shortly he was going to be skewered. "Give it to me stud" he crowed again "Give me that huge dick Korso" Then he was pierced with Korso's massive dick...... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Next: the final chapter
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Tue, 10 Sep 2019 01:57:23 +0000 (UTC) From: [email protected] Subject: Titan A.E. ..Earth 2..(part 5) This story is my play on what happened to Titan A.E.'s Kale on Earth 2. This toon was very homo erotic in my opinion. So I figured I'd writw up a little tale to finish the tale of Kale &amp; Korso (whom we thought died) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- I looked at this and read it again. Now I feel I need to finish it. Cuz I linde just left it there. Enjoy... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Titan A.E. ..Earth 2.. (Part 5) ..... Kale had found him. His Korso. The only man in this world he desired more than the world itself. Even more than the new earth he had found for them. He would have gladly forsaken the world's entire population for Korso. And now he was here with him again. After so many years without him. But he was here in front if him again. Back from death and he was touching him again. Touching him and his body. And touching that huge dick again. "Yup soo big" he huffed And then he swooped down and took Korso's very big dick. Taking his semi hard dick into his hungry mouth. Slurping down inch after huge inch. Gagging on the massive cock as he did. He had forgotten the sheer size that Korso had. The extremely large weapon that Korso had. 10 inches of magnificent dick. A dick he wanted in his ass. Desperately. So he slobbered over the huge schlong. Taking as much as he could in his mouth. Stroking on the remaining dick. Felling as the bigger man gently pushed at his mouth. "Yeah Kale" the man moaned "Suck that dick down buddy. Soo good" "Soo Fucking good" Kale could hear the man was loving his mouth. Could feel as the balls on Korso began to shift. To churn the hot cum inside them. And he wanted that cum. But this time he wanted it in his butt. So he pulled off of the thing. Pulled away from the big mule dick that Korso had. Letting the huge thing just hang there before him. A massive slightly curved salami the swung slowly back and forth in front of him. "I want this inside me Korso" he then said "Want to feel it in my ass" Korso looked down at him and smiled. His hand caressed at Kales face. Seeing the love and desire that Kale had for him. And he for Kale. "Come. Get up" He said to Kale "Lay down over here Kale" "Lay on my bed with me" "Then we can get to some good love making" Kale stood. Then they both mived iver to the bed in the corner if the large room. He lay down on it as Korso requested. Dropping all his clothes to be totally naked for Korso. Korso stood over the bed as he looked at the lean and muscular body of the younger man. Lovinv how he looked. The smooth toned and creamy skin. The legs and arms of Kales body. "You are beautiful Kale" he then stated Kale looked back up at the bigger, thicker man. And that's when he realised that Korso was fuller, meatier than before. Whether it was the years, age or what have you. The look suited the man. The swirls of chest hair on his body in all the right places were perfection. Just as the massuve tube sticking out from the mans crotch was too. "So big" he huffed again. "Come herw Korso" "Lay with me" And Korso did. He climbed up on the bed. And onto Kale. Touching his smooth chest amd waist. Caressing at the skin with his long fingers. Moving them over chest and shoulders. Then down Kales belly and to his crotch and dick. Kale was rigid down there. He smiled at his effect on the younger man. So he leaned down and he kissed Kale again. Them his face and neck. Followed by Korso moving down his body. Kissing chest and stomach as he inched down to his target. Kales dick and ass. "Hmm. Very nice dick" he said Then he took Kale's dick into his mouth. Swallowing the younger man down again. Kale moaned as he felt the familiar lips on his dick. "Hmm. That it." He crowed "Have needed this for soo long" "Suck" And the bigger man did suck him. Slobbering down on Kale with wanton need. And it felt awesome. But Kale wanted his huge dick in him. So he begged Korso to finish the job. "Just Fuck me Korso" he crowed "I have waited forever to feel that in me." Korso pulled from Kales dick. Then he moved down more and then shoved his tongue at Kales hole. Kale practically screamed as he felt the mans tongue on his ass hole. Groaning madly for more "Ughnn fuckk. Thats it daddy" hr groaned "Get my pussy ready for that monster dick of yours" "Eat up my ass Korso" He continued to moan as Korso to loosen his ass up. Getting it covered in saliva. It wouldn't be long before that hot tongue was replaced with the mans dick. Korso's massive dick. "Give it too me stud" Kale cried "Just fuck me already" "Just fuck me" Korso decided to give him what he wanted. Dick. He moved back up. Then he grabbed Kale and move between his legs. Spreading them so he could have access to the guys ass. Then Korso placed his mammoth dick to Kale's asshole. Kale could feel it back there. The big blunt object that was about to penetrate him. He took a breath. A deep one. Because shortly he was going to be skewered. "Give it to me stud" he crowed again "Give me that huge dick Korso" Then he was pierced with Korso's massive dick...... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Next: the final chapter </div></div>
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Date: Mon, 15 Jul 2019 11:08:56 +0000 (UTC) From: [email protected] Subject: Titan A.E. ..Earth 2.. (part 3) This story is my play on what happened to Titan A.E.'s Kale on Earth 2. This toon was very homo erotic in my opinion. So I figured I'd writw up a little tale to finish the tale of Kale & Korso (whom we thought died) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I looked at this and read it again. Now I feel I need to finish it. Cuz I linde just left it there. Enjoy... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Titan A.E. ..Earth 2..(Part 3) .... Kale lay there with his hot man Korso. Laying on his big meaty chest. They had just had a great moment of passion. He also got to fuck the gorgeous hung stud. And they relaxed there on the ground after their sex. He was happy again. The man he deaired more than life itself had returned form the dead. And he was lying there with him. "I love you Korso" he said"I know you do Kale""I do too""And I am glad you were able to make it here." The two men then kissed for a bit. Kale moving up in the mans chest and planting his lips to Korso. Then he looked down at Korso. "So where have you been all this time?" He asked"Here" Korso answered. "I don't know how I got here" "Bit I woke up just over that rise up there" Kale sat up and looked beyond the falls. There were some moutains in the far distance. But some foothills not far from where they were. He pondered how he ended up so far from where the the ship had landed. "But how?" He asked again"I understand if you ventured out.""Many have." Then he remembered the beef bear he had met. That was no more than half a days journey from where he was now. But he knew that man had donw as many did. He left the landing site to find a place for himself. But this was curious and he just wanted to know how this wasa poasible. So he got up. "Show me Korso?" He asked Korso looked at him. Smiling as he saw Kale starting to pull his clothes back on. But he now was curious too. He had tried to find the landing site. For miles and miles. For months. Until he just gave up. Thinking the ship failed to get here. And he had no transport of any kind to get him farther. "Okay. I will show you" he said as he got up"Since you are so desperate to crack this mystery" Korso laughed as he grabbed his clothes and put them back on. Kale watched him stuff the big soft dick into his pants again. It was still a large thing even soft. He licked at his lips. "Lets go" Korso then said"Then once we see that I will take you back to my place""Your place?" Kale questioned Korso had a place. A home here. Now he almost wanted to forget about the other item as he wanted to see the home Korso had apparently built "Well yeah" Korso said"Its nice out here" "But can't live outside""Especially in winter" Korso placed his hand on Kale"s shoulder. Squeezing it tightly. Then they moved up. And around the falls and headed for where Korso said he had woken up. It took them about twenty minutes to get there. There we alot of brush where Korso lead him. And some rough rocky areas. Korso moved to an area that he said was were he awoke. Standing there and looking around. "Its gotta be somewhere around here" he said."What?" Kale asked"Whats around here?" Korso then moved around the area. Pushing through some of the bushes. He was definitely looking for something"What are you looking for?" Kale asked"It's the one thing that was here when I woke up" Korso answered."It a large piece of what looks like fuselage." Kale paused as he watched the hot man search through the brush. Then as Korso searched, Kale got it. He understood. Thats when Korso found what he was looking for. He pulled away some bushes with bare hands. And there behind some bushes was something metallic. He rushed over to Korso side. "I know how you got here" he then declared. Korso looked at him as he finshed unearthing the item. It was indeed a piece of fuselage. It was a piece of the ship. The ship they came here on. "I know Korso" he said again"It was the entry""What do you mean?" Korso asked Then Kale proceeded to tell Korso of the arrival here. To the knew home. To Earth 2. How they didn't think they would make it. Some issues that arose a few days prior to their arrival there. "The landing was rough" he said. "The engines were near exhausted""And there was break up in the reentry" Korso looked at him and understood. The piece of fueselage was where he was. Somehow it was where he was stuck and somehow saved when everything went to He'll thise years back. When Kale believed Korso gave his life to save them. To save the journey. "This was you escape pod" he said"How you got here." Korso looked at Kale and smiled. Then he reaches fir Kake and hugged him. "And I though for the longest I was dead" Korso said"And figured you were too when I found you" Kale was happy too. And as they hugged he could feel something between them. It was Korso. It was the mans big crotch. And it too was alive. Kale smiled as he looked back at the handsome hunk again. Korso then leaned in and pulles his face to Kale's face. Then he kissed him. Passion explodrd between the two men. Lips, tongues, hands on one another. "Hmm. Soo good" Korso said"Have been missing this. You""And have been needing to Fuck you" He then took Kale's hand. He pulled it down and to his crotch. Kale's eyes grew wide as he felt the tube in the mans pants. The very big tube that his old friend had. And Kale missed that too. He had had such a small amount of time with Korso and the huge cock he possessed their last time together. "Hmm. Been missing this too" he said back Now he would have as much time as he wanted with Korso and that big thick tree limb of a dick he had. And no 'end if world's tragedy would get in the way thia time. "Ohh how I miss this" he said again. Korso then pulled from him. Kale was able to glance down at the guys pants. And there was that tube. Like a snake moving down the mans upper thigh. He licked at his lips again. Knowing that it would be his once more. And this time he would get the fucking he longed for. The fucking that had been missed from their last time together. "Lets go" Korso said"I'll take you back to my place" The started to leave the area where the last remnant of the old ship lay. Heading down the hill and back towards the water fall. Korso pulled the younger man in close kissing his head as the walked. "I am gonna plow you silly Kale" he then said"You are mine after all". Kale pondered the words. He then smiled at them. Knowing them to be true. He waa Korso's. He guessed he always was..... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ End of. Part 3To be continued
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Mon, 15 Jul 2019 11:08:56 +0000 (UTC) From: [email protected] Subject: Titan A.E. ..Earth 2.. (part 3) This story is my play on what happened to Titan A.E.'s Kale on Earth 2. This toon was very homo erotic in my opinion. So I figured I'd writw up a little tale to finish the tale of Kale &amp; Korso (whom we thought died) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I looked at this and read it again. Now I feel I need to finish it. Cuz I linde just left it there. Enjoy... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Titan A.E. ..Earth 2..(Part 3) .... Kale lay there with his hot man Korso. Laying on his big meaty chest. They had just had a great moment of passion. He also got to fuck the gorgeous hung stud. And they relaxed there on the ground after their sex. He was happy again. The man he deaired more than life itself had returned form the dead. And he was lying there with him. "I love you Korso" he said"I know you do Kale""I do too""And I am glad you were able to make it here." The two men then kissed for a bit. Kale moving up in the mans chest and planting his lips to Korso. Then he looked down at Korso. "So where have you been all this time?" He asked"Here" Korso answered. "I don't know how I got here" "Bit I woke up just over that rise up there" Kale sat up and looked beyond the falls. There were some moutains in the far distance. But some foothills not far from where they were. He pondered how he ended up so far from where the the ship had landed. "But how?" He asked again"I understand if you ventured out.""Many have." Then he remembered the beef bear he had met. That was no more than half a days journey from where he was now. But he knew that man had donw as many did. He left the landing site to find a place for himself. But this was curious and he just wanted to know how this wasa poasible. So he got up. "Show me Korso?" He asked Korso looked at him. Smiling as he saw Kale starting to pull his clothes back on. But he now was curious too. He had tried to find the landing site. For miles and miles. For months. Until he just gave up. Thinking the ship failed to get here. And he had no transport of any kind to get him farther. "Okay. I will show you" he said as he got up"Since you are so desperate to crack this mystery" Korso laughed as he grabbed his clothes and put them back on. Kale watched him stuff the big soft dick into his pants again. It was still a large thing even soft. He licked at his lips. "Lets go" Korso then said"Then once we see that I will take you back to my place""Your place?" Kale questioned Korso had a place. A home here. Now he almost wanted to forget about the other item as he wanted to see the home Korso had apparently built "Well yeah" Korso said"Its nice out here" "But can't live outside""Especially in winter" Korso placed his hand on Kale"s shoulder. Squeezing it tightly. Then they moved up. And around the falls and headed for where Korso said he had woken up. It took them about twenty minutes to get there. There we alot of brush where Korso lead him. And some rough rocky areas. Korso moved to an area that he said was were he awoke. Standing there and looking around. "Its gotta be somewhere around here" he said."What?" Kale asked"Whats around here?" Korso then moved around the area. Pushing through some of the bushes. He was definitely looking for something"What are you looking for?" Kale asked"It's the one thing that was here when I woke up" Korso answered."It a large piece of what looks like fuselage." Kale paused as he watched the hot man search through the brush. Then as Korso searched, Kale got it. He understood. Thats when Korso found what he was looking for. He pulled away some bushes with bare hands. And there behind some bushes was something metallic. He rushed over to Korso side. "I know how you got here" he then declared. Korso looked at him as he finshed unearthing the item. It was indeed a piece of fuselage. It was a piece of the ship. The ship they came here on. "I know Korso" he said again"It was the entry""What do you mean?" Korso asked Then Kale proceeded to tell Korso of the arrival here. To the knew home. To Earth 2. How they didn't think they would make it. Some issues that arose a few days prior to their arrival there. "The landing was rough" he said. "The engines were near exhausted""And there was break up in the reentry" Korso looked at him and understood. The piece of fueselage was where he was. Somehow it was where he was stuck and somehow saved when everything went to He'll thise years back. When Kale believed Korso gave his life to save them. To save the journey. "This was you escape pod" he said"How you got here." Korso looked at Kale and smiled. Then he reaches fir Kake and hugged him. "And I though for the longest I was dead" Korso said"And figured you were too when I found you" Kale was happy too. And as they hugged he could feel something between them. It was Korso. It was the mans big crotch. And it too was alive. Kale smiled as he looked back at the handsome hunk again. Korso then leaned in and pulles his face to Kale's face. Then he kissed him. Passion explodrd between the two men. Lips, tongues, hands on one another. "Hmm. Soo good" Korso said"Have been missing this. You""And have been needing to Fuck you" He then took Kale's hand. He pulled it down and to his crotch. Kale's eyes grew wide as he felt the tube in the mans pants. The very big tube that his old friend had. And Kale missed that too. He had had such a small amount of time with Korso and the huge cock he possessed their last time together. "Hmm. Been missing this too" he said back Now he would have as much time as he wanted with Korso and that big thick tree limb of a dick he had. And no 'end if world's tragedy would get in the way thia time. "Ohh how I miss this" he said again. Korso then pulled from him. Kale was able to glance down at the guys pants. And there was that tube. Like a snake moving down the mans upper thigh. He licked at his lips again. Knowing that it would be his once more. And this time he would get the fucking he longed for. The fucking that had been missed from their last time together. "Lets go" Korso said"I'll take you back to my place" The started to leave the area where the last remnant of the old ship lay. Heading down the hill and back towards the water fall. Korso pulled the younger man in close kissing his head as the walked. "I am gonna plow you silly Kale" he then said"You are mine after all". Kale pondered the words. He then smiled at them. Knowing them to be true. He waa Korso's. He guessed he always was..... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ End of. Part 3To be continued </div></div>
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Date: Sun, 13 Mar 2005 04:55:13 -0500 From: [email protected] Subject: Titan A.E. (Earth II) This story is my play on what happened to Titan A.E.'s Kale on Earth 2. This toon was very homo erotic in my opinion. so i figured i'd write up a little tale to finish the tale of Kale & Korso (whom we thought died). Enjoy part 1... part 2 comes later. Titan A.E. (Earth 2) They were standing there on that cliff, Kale looking at Akima. She was pretty. They had started a new world. He kissed her. It should have been perfect. But somehow Kale felt empty. Something was missing. Someone was missing. For some reason he wished that Korso had made it out alive. Kale remembers that twice the man had come to help him out. He remembered how he looked. Tall, much taller than himself. He was about 6'1' had a strong muscular body that strained against his tight uniform, his beefy arms, his ruggedly handsome face, the sexy beard on his chin, his reddish brown hair, and those striking blue eyes. The way those pants fit around his strong legs and around his big crotch. He could see him ever so clearly. This was a stud of the highest order. `Wow' He thought. Korso was a stud. And Kale realized now at this late hour how much he desired the man. Now he would never get the chance to feel him close. He had once. The first time Korso came to his aid. They were trying to escape the attack of the Dreg's. They had escaped jumping into the cruiser, crashing through the cargo bay out into space. The ship severely damaged, the safety glass cracking and getting close to caving in. with no air to sustain them, they surely would die. He had instinctively begun to curl up and huddle next to the big strong man. He could feel the strong muscles under Korso's shirt. Feel the pounding of the man's heart in his chest. He remembered looking up at the cracking glass, then looking down into Korso's lap, seeing a large lump in the crotch area. Then Korso reaching for something pressing Kale's face into his lap. Kale could feel the large mass beneath the material of the pants, the heat emanating from there. How Kale was both scared and excited at the same time. He remembered Korso telling him to hold on as he kicked out the glass, Akima's ship picking them up moments later. How he wouldn't let go of him even when they were safe. "Get off me man, we're safe now" Korso yelled. He remembered that even when Korso had betrayed him how sexy he was just standing there. When they fought, how strong he had been, seeing Korso hanging from that railing, his beautiful eyes glaring up at him. When he thought he was dead after the fall. How he ached inside with loss, then Korso again coming to his aid, and really loosing him then. It was all he could think of now. Ever so close to the most incredible hunk of man he had ever known. His dick hardened in his pants. Akima reached for him. "Wow looks like planet `BOB' has you pretty excited" He looked at her. She really wasn't what he wanted, but he took off his clothes and fucked her. Several weeks later, the ships had arrived on Earth 2. The masses overjoyed with their new home. Thanking Kale and Akima for succeeding in they're task. He had them put up a grave site for his fallen friend. `In memory of Korso, He came through in the end' It read. Kale would come here every now and then to remember him. Things began to get back to a normal pace. 3 years had past since they arrived. People began to venture out to explore their new world. Kale began to get restless of his surroundings and of Akima's constant need to want to me near him. When what he really wanted he would never have. He told her he wanted to go explore the planet as well. "But I want to stay here. This is where we began. This is where I want to start our family." That was more than he wanted to here. "I've gotta go" He said. Grabbed some supplies and he left her there. He jumped on his rider and headed out. He was flying over trees and hills just looking for excitement. This placed had become ever so boring now. What he needed was an adventure. He had been riding for nearly a day when his rider began to malfunction. He lost power then began to careen down through a forested area. He held on tight trying to control the vessel enough to land safely. He crashed through some trees, loosing control. The rider turned and tossed him off. The last thing he remembered was seeing a large bird overhead. Then he hit hard on something. Kale opened his eyes and the sun shone brightly down on him. He reached for his head, there was something damp wrapped around it. His head hurt so much. He looked around to see he was in a cabin of some sort. There was a table next to him with an empty glass, and a pitcher filled with water next to it. He reached over to pour some water. Sitting up on the bed, there was a picture of a heavy set man with a woman on the other table. They were smiling. Where was he? Where was his rider? He tried to get up, deciding to sit back down when his head started to spin. `Crap' He thought. When he sat back down he noticed he was naked except for his shorts covering his privates. Then he heard someone whistling outside. He got up again slowly this time. He walked to the window near by and looked out. There was the man he saw in the picture, although he wasn't so heavy set anymore. He appeared to be able 5'9" and had a full growth of facial hair. The man had been laboring outside his cabin, chopping wood for fire. The man then removed his shirt. Kale could she that his torso was covered in a thick next of fur. Kale's cock twitched at the sight. He remembered the light fur that had covered Korso's forearms, and how it excited him. He looked intently at the man. He was actually rather rugged looking. Then the man instinctively reached down and groped his crotch. Kale could make out a slight bulge down there. Kale began to stroke his dick through his shorts, watching the man work. He stood up to get a better view. He pulled out his hard shaft. It had plumped up to its full 6 ½ inches. But it was nice and thick. The man then leaned up against a tree stump, half sitting. His legs crossed on front of him, causing his crotch to push forward. Kale could make out the shape of a hefty slab of meat hanging down the man's thigh. Kale pulled out his engorged dick and pumped furiously at it. He quickened his pace when the man groped himself again, pulling on his shaft through his trousers. The shaft seemed to swell in their confines. Kale could hold it no longer. He squealed as he pulled up on his haunches and shot his cum up in the air. The man hearing him squeal looked up to see Kale shooting his load. He waited til' Kale finished. Kale looked up to see the man glaring at him. Kale blushed in embarrassment. The man grabbed at his now thickening shaft and pulled on it aiming it at Kale, then smiled hard. He left his chores and headed toward the cabin. He walked into the room to see that Kale had rushed back under the covers. "Need a little help there my friend" he said. Kale could hear the man's deep gravely voice echo through the room. "No" He said back. "Looks like you did back there" He continued. "Actually my friend here could use some help too" He groped at the shaft trailing down his leg. Kale gazed at it, staring for he couldn't take his eyes off the big mound. The man walked over to the bed near Kale's head. The man urged his crotch closer to Kale face. "Come on" He said. "I did save you out there after you crashed" Kale looked at the thick shaft on the man's leg. His own cock twitched again. "If I had not found you my friend you might be dead now." Kale knew the man was right. He had pulled him from the wreck of his rider and had given him a warm bed to sleep in. "What about your wife" He asked. "She died some time ago. Not long after we arrived. The trip was too much for her I guess" With that he reached for Kale. Placing his hand on the back of his head and urged Kale forward. Kale couldn't believe it. He had never been with a man before. He only had his fantasies of his lost Korso. The hand pushed him gently toward the thickening lump. He could now smell the man before him, the sweat of his chores pouring from him. The scent was quite intoxicating. Kale gave in to his desire now. His face was pressed against the heavy shaft under the man's trousers. He could feel it twitch under his cheek. The man began to gently moan. "That's a good boy" he said, as he rubbed Kale's face against his throbbing member. Kale's hands began to move up to the furry chest above him. He could feel the coarse hair as it passed in between his fingers. It was getting to him for the man replied. "I see by your little friend down there that you like strong hairy men" Kale looked down to see his cock was tenting the sheets. He sat up and pulled his face to the forest of hair. He buried his nose in it, relishing in the strong man scent that emanated off this bear of a man. "Suck daddy's tits" The man said. "Yes daddy" Kale replied. He licked at the furry torso of the beast before him, slicking it up with his saliva. Then he found the big knob of the man's nipple. It was huge and erect. "Suck daddy's tit baby" He urged again. Kale's mouth surrounded the fleshy knob and sucked on it. He couldn't believe how hard it was. Then he instinctively bit down on it. The man pressed kale's face in his fur and howled. "OOOOh Yeah boy. Suck daddy's juicy nub. Make daddy rock hard." Rock hard was an understatement. For when the man pressed him close he could feel the thick cock below tenting the trousers. Kale touched it with his hand. It flared and expanded. "Now take daddy's crank boy" He commanded. Kale moved down and gripped the thick hard shaft through the soft material. He thought that it may tear through it soon. The man lay back onto the bed and Kale crawled in between his legs. He undid the trousers and began to pull them down. He had to see the thing. He was growing hungry for it already. The man raised his butt up so that kale could remove the pants. The man wore no undergarments. And the fat tube lay there on his belly. It was leaking some fluid. "Suck daddy dick boy. It's achin for your mouth" Kale crawled up next to the large shaft. It was a good 8 inches long and very fat. And the man had gigantic balls that dragged down from his groin. They lay there on the bed shifting and rolling around. "My God" Kale said. They're huge. He was in awe at there immense size, like large lemons. His trembling hand reached for them. They jerked in there sack. The man moaned. Kale gently picked them up in his shaking palms. It took two hands to holds them. "Yes boy cradle them. Roll them about in your hands. Make daddy moan" He did as he was told, feeling the utter fullness of the giant orbs. He looked down at his own to see that both his small nuts were but peanuts next to these things. He could feel a growing heat in the man's balls. They were shifting more. The heat grew as he held them. "Kiss them" The man said. Kale thought that an interesting notion. He lowered his head down to the bloated balls. The man smell was stronger there. It rose into his face and nostrils almost burning at them, the scent driving him crazy. He pulled in closer and nuzzled the giant balls. They shifted around his face. The feeling was incredible the soft texture of the skin, the fine hairs that circled them, and the smell. He pressed his lips to them and kissed them. He tasted the salty sweatiness about them, and wanted more. His tongue lashed out his mouth and caressed them. The man moaned louder now. "Suck on them boy. Please." He pleaded. Kale looked at them. They may be too large to put in his mouth. But he wanted to try. He opened his mouth and placed it over one large orb. His mouth stretched as much as I could. And the large object popped into his mouth. His teeth grazed the surfaced. The man grabbed at Kale's head and pushed him into his groin. "UUUGGGGHHHHH" Kale felt the mass completely fill his mouth. His jaw ached. But his saliva was on overdrive as he felt it dribble all over the man's large nut. Then he felt it swell in his mouth. His jaws bloated out to accommodate the massive globe. He pulled off the thing because of the ache in his face. His mouth had never opened that much before. The nut `Popped" out loudly. "Ugh. Oh God" The man groaned. He shoved Kale's face back into his groin, grinding into him. and holding him there. "Please keep licking them" He asked. Kale's face was surrounded by the man's huge balls. He couldn't catch a breath. He pushed at the man's hips to break free. The man held him there, still grinding Kale's face with his immense sack. He heard the muffled cries of the young man buried in his crotch. He released Kale from his grip. "What are you trying to do suffocate me." Kale shouted. The man wanted more though. He jumped up on Kale, and landed on his chest. He plopped his big dick at Kale. "Now suck!" he commanded. Kale opened his mouth and allowed the big dick to enter. It wasn't as big as the man's nuts so he felt he could handle it. The fleshy uncut head flopped around on his tongue. The taste was stronger than the smell. The man pushed more into his awaiting mouth. The head bumped against the back of Kale's mouth. "MMMPH, MMMPH" he tried to say. But no words came out. Then the man rose up and turned around, his face facing Kale's crotch and visa versa. He grabbed at the smaller dick and began to lick and nibble at it. Then he began to suck it. Kale's hips gyrated at the sensations around his shaft. He looked up to see the large dork hanging over his face. The giant balls were touching his forehead as they hung low in there straining sack. He gripped the big shaft and began to suck it back into his mouth. His body was squirming and shivering from the sensations at his crotch and the dick in his mouth. Then the man placed his middle finger in his mouth along side Kale's hard dick. He felt it caress his shaft as the man slobbered over them. The slurping sounds encouraging Kale to suck harder on the man's dick. It began to grow in his mouth though, filling it. Then he felt the man release his finger and press against his scrotum. The finger raked across the sensitive area there. Kale's hips jerk forward, and his cock dug into the man's throat, the slurping around his cock getting louder. Then Kale figured he could do the same for him. He pulled the cock out his mouth momentarily. For it was too big to suck on and stick his finger in as well. He stuck his middle finger into his mouth and sucked on it, then replaced it with the man's hardened cock. Then he proceeded to glide his finger along the man's scrotum as well. The man moaned above him. Then the man pressed his digit to Kale's ass. it traced around the opening. The tingling sensation making him squirm. "Ugh, Ugh, Ugh" Kale moaned. Then the man's fingers dug into his chute. He drove it down deep smashing against something inside him. Kale's body lurched up and buried his cock back down the man's throat. "OOOOWWWWW SHIT" He shrieked as the shot wracked his body. Then the man began to pump his finger in and out Kale's virgin hole. The slight pain subsided in him and Kale began to rub his ass on the probing finger. The Kale tried the same. He pressed his finger up against the man's hole and pressed inward. The man rocked back on the digit and slammed it down inside. Kale's finger bumped against something down low and the man's hips shot forward driving his entire shaft down Kale's throat, the force causing Kale to gag and choke on the invading shaft. He coughed up the man's big dick, gasping for air. The knob smacked him wetly across the face. His finger was still in the man's hole. When he tried to pull it out it raked across that knob inside. The man's body jerked again, his engorged shaft found Kale's mouth and plunged all the way down. Kale gagged again but the shaft swelled as it hit his throat and became lodged in there. The giant balls covered his entire face again. Kale could no longer get air. He coughed up the rod again as it shifted in his throat and dislodged itself. Then as it flopped out, he gasped for air only to find a large nut was the only thing he sucked into his mouth. The man's groin ground into his face again. He was able to spit out the large object and finally get a breath. The man then pulled off Kale jumping of the bed and grabbing at him, pulling his as toward the edge of the bed. "This is mine now" He grunted. With that the man stabbed not just one but 2 fat fingers us Kale's ass, smashing against that button deep inside him. The pain rushed through his body. He tried to pull off the man's hand. But the man grabbed tightly to his cock and squeezed. "UUGGHHH" He moaned. Then the man began to fuck his ass with those thick fingers. His moans and cries echoing through the house. Then the man swallowed Kale's shaft his throat crushing down on the head. Kale was squirming madly. Then the man's tongue lashed out and dragged across his balls as he slurped down Kale's entire dick. Mean while he pumped Kale's ass furiously with his fingers. Then he inserted yet another finger. Kale could take no more. As his hips rose up off the bed and his engorged cock drilled into the man's mouth. The man's tongue danced under his balls and flicked at the scrotum. Kale's hips bucked madly as he unloaded his cum down the man's throat, his body shaking wildly as the man continued to fuck him. Then as Kale's breathing began to return to normal. The man pulled at him again and turned Kale around on the bed, his head hanging of the edge now. Kale knew what the man intended to do. "No sir please" He begged. "I'll choke" "Shut up" The man said. "You will take me" He grabbed hard on Kales balls and yanked. Kale howled. "OOOOOWWWWWW" Then the man's cock pushed into Kale's opened mouth. His engorged dick thrust down Kale's throat. He didn't stop until his huge balls smashed across his face. Kale throat opened up unwillingly and he saw those massive boulders come at his face, hitting it hard, smacking across his nose and eyes. His nose burned from the blow. And his eyes burned as sweat splashed into them. He gagged again, coughing up the big dick. "You will take it down, or choke to death trying" The man bellowed. Then he pulled up and slammed back down Kale's throat, Kale trying ever so hard to take the assault. Then the man began to plow into his throat, fucking it like a dog in heat, stabbing it faster and faster into his mouth. He kept seeing those giant nuts coming at his face, crashing into his nose. Then after several minutes of this battering of his throat, the man reared up and plunged his mighty shaft down hard. The balls slammed down again. The man was grunting madly now, his body pounding against Kale's head. Then those monsters swelled up larger and he could feel the man's seed rise up through them across his face and down the shaft buried in his throat. Then the man crawled up and grabbed at Kale's once again hard dick and swallowed it down again. As the man unloaded shot after shot after shot down into Kale's belly. The man's throat muscles clamped down on his hard cock. He felt his own balls explode again for the third time. He shot 3 or 4 shots into the man's mouth again. He had almost forgot about the man's eruption until he began to gag on it. The monster balls kept twitching across his face, blowing more and more cum down into his gut. It was too much as he choked on the torrent. It gushed out his mouth. Running up into his nose and burning his already bruised face. He was able to cough up the cock in his throat, but he kept drowning from the immense overflow. The man had erupted more juice in one orgasm that Kale did in his three combined. He turned his face to gasp for air, finally getting some into his lungs. Albeit coughing up gobs of cum with every rush of air. The man kept humping his spent seed all over Kale's face and neck. But the beast was through yet. He grabbed at Kale again and twisted him around, his ass once again hanging off the bed. The bear of a man reached up and dug the three fingers back into his ass. Then he lowered his face down and buried it into Kale's ass, his thick tongue digging into his ass hole. Kale writhed around the man's face as the beard he had ground against his aching hole. "Ugh, Ugh, Ugh" He moaned. Kale grabbed the man's head and ground his face deeper into his ass. "Oh please daddy, more" He begged. "It feels sooooo good" The man then pulled off Kale's ass, his beard wet with saliva and ass juice, Kale's face pleading for more. Then the man pulled himself up close to Kale's gulping ass hole. "Now for the fun stuff" The man said. Kale's desire turned to fear ass the man mounted him. He felt the thick cock meat press to his ass hole. "This is gonna be so good" he said. "Nice virgin hole" Kale began to protest, but was cut off when the man pulled at his thighs and shoved his big fat head inside, passed the sphincter. Kale screamed. "Oh my God no. It's too big. Stop please it hurts" He tried to push the intruder out, but the man was too strong as he dug his thick cock deeper into Kale's gut. He stopped for a moment, about half his big dick inside of Kale's burning hole. "OOOOOHHHH GOD!" Kale cried. The man grunted slightly. "MMMM, yeah real tight" He said. "Pleeeease stop. It hurts so much." Kale continued to plead. "Shut up" Said the man. "I told you this ass is mine now. So take this BITCH" He yelled. Then he grabbed hold of Kale and slammed down hard, ripping hard and deep into Kale's ass, his dick plowing far inside. Then crashing into Kale's prostate. Kale could feel the bull balls slam against his bruised cheeks. He shrieked again as the large cock was buried to the hilt. "OOOOHH God, OOOH God please" He begged. But the man persisted. Pulling up until only the head was in Kale's hole, then slamming down again. He repeated this several times, tears streaming down Kale's face, the fire consuming his ass. Then as Kale felt he may pass out, the pain began to subside, replaced by the feeling of needing to go to the bathroom. Then a heat began to rise from his groin. His cock began to get hard again. Then the man accelerated his fucking. Pleasure swamped over Kale's face. When the man saw this, he crawled up and began to piston his big dick in and out at speed. Kale began to beg for more now. "UUUGGHH yeah daddy. That's it now fuck me." Kale now reached behind and grabbed at the massive balls crushing his ass. He pulled on them and tried to dig the hard shaft deeper inside his chute. "Fuck me daddy" He begged now. "Rip me to shreds, Pleeeease!" The man began to pant and huff. "Ugh, Ugh, Ugh, Ugh." Pounding hard into Kale's beaten button. Then he reared up and stabbed down hard, the blunt end of his fuck stick hitting Kale's prostate. Digging in as he unloaded another thunderous flood into Kale's ass. He fell on Kale as he pumped another endless flow of cum into him. The man then rose up off Kale, his still hard dick embedded in his torn hole. He pulled at Kale again, turning him around again, his big cock plopped out loudly. The bear was insatiable. "Open up" He said. Kale was too tired to care anymore. He opened his mouth and the guy shoved his fat tool down his throat again. The shaft tasted different now. It had a tanginess to it. The big balls hitting his nose again, but now he relished in their feeling as the dragged across his face at every down stroke. He actually grabbed at them, weighting the monsters in his hands, fondling them, milking them if you will. Then he man pulled out again tossed Kale around the bed again and this time turning him over on his stomach. He climbed on his back side and plowed into Kale's ass again. The thrust was so hard that it hurt when the fat head bashed his prostate. "UUUGHHH Shit" He cried. He was afraid that his first experience with a man would be his last. The man's dick just kept digging into his ass and battering his button. But the man was already close. He pumped Kale's ass furiously. Then he pulled Kale up on his knees and began to fuck him like a dog, pounding him mercilessly. Kale looked underneath to see his cock had gotten hard again. He grabbed at his again hard dick which bounced off his belly with every thrust, and jerked himself. Then he saw the monster nuts pounding his own balls. They hung several inches below his own. Then as they smashed against him, they enveloped his balls, they almost disappeared from the huge balls covering his own. He released his dick and grabbed for the huge boulders. Pulled them up and covered his hard dick with them, grinding his shaft into the heavy nuts. Trying to both milk them and his own dick at the same time. This drove them both over the edge. Kale began to cum yet again, shooting goo on the heavy nuts and onto himself and the bed as well. The man followed suite and pulled back, taking his nuts out of Kale's hand and ramming down hard. So hard it knock Kale of balanced. He slammed into the bed, the man's heavy body falling on him, the huge dick pulverizing his button, the massive nuts slamming into his balls and spitting dick. "AAAAIIIEEEEE!" Kale screamed. As the powerful blow nearly shattered his ass. The man kept jabbing his ass, those nuts pounding down on Kale's own sex organs, bruising them terribly. The overflow spitting out his ass and over his pulverized balls and dick. Then finally after hours of unstopped sex the man fell on Kale and stopped, his heavy breathing slowly subsiding. He fell asleep on top of him. Kale could not move under him so he too fell asleep in that position, the softening cock still inside of him, the large globes laying on his battered sex organs. The man then got up off Kale and went to clean himself off. Kale just lay there with his virgin ass aching from getting fucked for the first time. I will get part 2 in as soon as i finish it.. Orlirz65
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Sun, 13 Mar 2005 04:55:13 -0500 From: [email protected] Subject: Titan A.E. (Earth II) This story is my play on what happened to Titan A.E.'s Kale on Earth 2. This toon was very homo erotic in my opinion. so i figured i'd write up a little tale to finish the tale of Kale &amp; Korso (whom we thought died). Enjoy part 1... part 2 comes later. Titan A.E. (Earth 2) They were standing there on that cliff, Kale looking at Akima. She was pretty. They had started a new world. He kissed her. It should have been perfect. But somehow Kale felt empty. Something was missing. Someone was missing. For some reason he wished that Korso had made it out alive. Kale remembers that twice the man had come to help him out. He remembered how he looked. Tall, much taller than himself. He was about 6'1' had a strong muscular body that strained against his tight uniform, his beefy arms, his ruggedly handsome face, the sexy beard on his chin, his reddish brown hair, and those striking blue eyes. The way those pants fit around his strong legs and around his big crotch. He could see him ever so clearly. This was a stud of the highest order. `Wow' He thought. Korso was a stud. And Kale realized now at this late hour how much he desired the man. Now he would never get the chance to feel him close. He had once. The first time Korso came to his aid. They were trying to escape the attack of the Dreg's. They had escaped jumping into the cruiser, crashing through the cargo bay out into space. The ship severely damaged, the safety glass cracking and getting close to caving in. with no air to sustain them, they surely would die. He had instinctively begun to curl up and huddle next to the big strong man. He could feel the strong muscles under Korso's shirt. Feel the pounding of the man's heart in his chest. He remembered looking up at the cracking glass, then looking down into Korso's lap, seeing a large lump in the crotch area. Then Korso reaching for something pressing Kale's face into his lap. Kale could feel the large mass beneath the material of the pants, the heat emanating from there. How Kale was both scared and excited at the same time. He remembered Korso telling him to hold on as he kicked out the glass, Akima's ship picking them up moments later. How he wouldn't let go of him even when they were safe. "Get off me man, we're safe now" Korso yelled. He remembered that even when Korso had betrayed him how sexy he was just standing there. When they fought, how strong he had been, seeing Korso hanging from that railing, his beautiful eyes glaring up at him. When he thought he was dead after the fall. How he ached inside with loss, then Korso again coming to his aid, and really loosing him then. It was all he could think of now. Ever so close to the most incredible hunk of man he had ever known. His dick hardened in his pants. Akima reached for him. "Wow looks like planet `BOB' has you pretty excited" He looked at her. She really wasn't what he wanted, but he took off his clothes and fucked her. Several weeks later, the ships had arrived on Earth 2. The masses overjoyed with their new home. Thanking Kale and Akima for succeeding in they're task. He had them put up a grave site for his fallen friend. `In memory of Korso, He came through in the end' It read. Kale would come here every now and then to remember him. Things began to get back to a normal pace. 3 years had past since they arrived. People began to venture out to explore their new world. Kale began to get restless of his surroundings and of Akima's constant need to want to me near him. When what he really wanted he would never have. He told her he wanted to go explore the planet as well. "But I want to stay here. This is where we began. This is where I want to start our family." That was more than he wanted to here. "I've gotta go" He said. Grabbed some supplies and he left her there. He jumped on his rider and headed out. He was flying over trees and hills just looking for excitement. This placed had become ever so boring now. What he needed was an adventure. He had been riding for nearly a day when his rider began to malfunction. He lost power then began to careen down through a forested area. He held on tight trying to control the vessel enough to land safely. He crashed through some trees, loosing control. The rider turned and tossed him off. The last thing he remembered was seeing a large bird overhead. Then he hit hard on something. Kale opened his eyes and the sun shone brightly down on him. He reached for his head, there was something damp wrapped around it. His head hurt so much. He looked around to see he was in a cabin of some sort. There was a table next to him with an empty glass, and a pitcher filled with water next to it. He reached over to pour some water. Sitting up on the bed, there was a picture of a heavy set man with a woman on the other table. They were smiling. Where was he? Where was his rider? He tried to get up, deciding to sit back down when his head started to spin. `Crap' He thought. When he sat back down he noticed he was naked except for his shorts covering his privates. Then he heard someone whistling outside. He got up again slowly this time. He walked to the window near by and looked out. There was the man he saw in the picture, although he wasn't so heavy set anymore. He appeared to be able 5'9" and had a full growth of facial hair. The man had been laboring outside his cabin, chopping wood for fire. The man then removed his shirt. Kale could she that his torso was covered in a thick next of fur. Kale's cock twitched at the sight. He remembered the light fur that had covered Korso's forearms, and how it excited him. He looked intently at the man. He was actually rather rugged looking. Then the man instinctively reached down and groped his crotch. Kale could make out a slight bulge down there. Kale began to stroke his dick through his shorts, watching the man work. He stood up to get a better view. He pulled out his hard shaft. It had plumped up to its full 6 ½ inches. But it was nice and thick. The man then leaned up against a tree stump, half sitting. His legs crossed on front of him, causing his crotch to push forward. Kale could make out the shape of a hefty slab of meat hanging down the man's thigh. Kale pulled out his engorged dick and pumped furiously at it. He quickened his pace when the man groped himself again, pulling on his shaft through his trousers. The shaft seemed to swell in their confines. Kale could hold it no longer. He squealed as he pulled up on his haunches and shot his cum up in the air. The man hearing him squeal looked up to see Kale shooting his load. He waited til' Kale finished. Kale looked up to see the man glaring at him. Kale blushed in embarrassment. The man grabbed at his now thickening shaft and pulled on it aiming it at Kale, then smiled hard. He left his chores and headed toward the cabin. He walked into the room to see that Kale had rushed back under the covers. "Need a little help there my friend" he said. Kale could hear the man's deep gravely voice echo through the room. "No" He said back. "Looks like you did back there" He continued. "Actually my friend here could use some help too" He groped at the shaft trailing down his leg. Kale gazed at it, staring for he couldn't take his eyes off the big mound. The man walked over to the bed near Kale's head. The man urged his crotch closer to Kale face. "Come on" He said. "I did save you out there after you crashed" Kale looked at the thick shaft on the man's leg. His own cock twitched again. "If I had not found you my friend you might be dead now." Kale knew the man was right. He had pulled him from the wreck of his rider and had given him a warm bed to sleep in. "What about your wife" He asked. "She died some time ago. Not long after we arrived. The trip was too much for her I guess" With that he reached for Kale. Placing his hand on the back of his head and urged Kale forward. Kale couldn't believe it. He had never been with a man before. He only had his fantasies of his lost Korso. The hand pushed him gently toward the thickening lump. He could now smell the man before him, the sweat of his chores pouring from him. The scent was quite intoxicating. Kale gave in to his desire now. His face was pressed against the heavy shaft under the man's trousers. He could feel it twitch under his cheek. The man began to gently moan. "That's a good boy" he said, as he rubbed Kale's face against his throbbing member. Kale's hands began to move up to the furry chest above him. He could feel the coarse hair as it passed in between his fingers. It was getting to him for the man replied. "I see by your little friend down there that you like strong hairy men" Kale looked down to see his cock was tenting the sheets. He sat up and pulled his face to the forest of hair. He buried his nose in it, relishing in the strong man scent that emanated off this bear of a man. "Suck daddy's tits" The man said. "Yes daddy" Kale replied. He licked at the furry torso of the beast before him, slicking it up with his saliva. Then he found the big knob of the man's nipple. It was huge and erect. "Suck daddy's tit baby" He urged again. Kale's mouth surrounded the fleshy knob and sucked on it. He couldn't believe how hard it was. Then he instinctively bit down on it. The man pressed kale's face in his fur and howled. "OOOOh Yeah boy. Suck daddy's juicy nub. Make daddy rock hard." Rock hard was an understatement. For when the man pressed him close he could feel the thick cock below tenting the trousers. Kale touched it with his hand. It flared and expanded. "Now take daddy's crank boy" He commanded. Kale moved down and gripped the thick hard shaft through the soft material. He thought that it may tear through it soon. The man lay back onto the bed and Kale crawled in between his legs. He undid the trousers and began to pull them down. He had to see the thing. He was growing hungry for it already. The man raised his butt up so that kale could remove the pants. The man wore no undergarments. And the fat tube lay there on his belly. It was leaking some fluid. "Suck daddy dick boy. It's achin for your mouth" Kale crawled up next to the large shaft. It was a good 8 inches long and very fat. And the man had gigantic balls that dragged down from his groin. They lay there on the bed shifting and rolling around. "My God" Kale said. They're huge. He was in awe at there immense size, like large lemons. His trembling hand reached for them. They jerked in there sack. The man moaned. Kale gently picked them up in his shaking palms. It took two hands to holds them. "Yes boy cradle them. Roll them about in your hands. Make daddy moan" He did as he was told, feeling the utter fullness of the giant orbs. He looked down at his own to see that both his small nuts were but peanuts next to these things. He could feel a growing heat in the man's balls. They were shifting more. The heat grew as he held them. "Kiss them" The man said. Kale thought that an interesting notion. He lowered his head down to the bloated balls. The man smell was stronger there. It rose into his face and nostrils almost burning at them, the scent driving him crazy. He pulled in closer and nuzzled the giant balls. They shifted around his face. The feeling was incredible the soft texture of the skin, the fine hairs that circled them, and the smell. He pressed his lips to them and kissed them. He tasted the salty sweatiness about them, and wanted more. His tongue lashed out his mouth and caressed them. The man moaned louder now. "Suck on them boy. Please." He pleaded. Kale looked at them. They may be too large to put in his mouth. But he wanted to try. He opened his mouth and placed it over one large orb. His mouth stretched as much as I could. And the large object popped into his mouth. His teeth grazed the surfaced. The man grabbed at Kale's head and pushed him into his groin. "UUUGGGGHHHHH" Kale felt the mass completely fill his mouth. His jaw ached. But his saliva was on overdrive as he felt it dribble all over the man's large nut. Then he felt it swell in his mouth. His jaws bloated out to accommodate the massive globe. He pulled off the thing because of the ache in his face. His mouth had never opened that much before. The nut `Popped" out loudly. "Ugh. Oh God" The man groaned. He shoved Kale's face back into his groin, grinding into him. and holding him there. "Please keep licking them" He asked. Kale's face was surrounded by the man's huge balls. He couldn't catch a breath. He pushed at the man's hips to break free. The man held him there, still grinding Kale's face with his immense sack. He heard the muffled cries of the young man buried in his crotch. He released Kale from his grip. "What are you trying to do suffocate me." Kale shouted. The man wanted more though. He jumped up on Kale, and landed on his chest. He plopped his big dick at Kale. "Now suck!" he commanded. Kale opened his mouth and allowed the big dick to enter. It wasn't as big as the man's nuts so he felt he could handle it. The fleshy uncut head flopped around on his tongue. The taste was stronger than the smell. The man pushed more into his awaiting mouth. The head bumped against the back of Kale's mouth. "MMMPH, MMMPH" he tried to say. But no words came out. Then the man rose up and turned around, his face facing Kale's crotch and visa versa. He grabbed at the smaller dick and began to lick and nibble at it. Then he began to suck it. Kale's hips gyrated at the sensations around his shaft. He looked up to see the large dork hanging over his face. The giant balls were touching his forehead as they hung low in there straining sack. He gripped the big shaft and began to suck it back into his mouth. His body was squirming and shivering from the sensations at his crotch and the dick in his mouth. Then the man placed his middle finger in his mouth along side Kale's hard dick. He felt it caress his shaft as the man slobbered over them. The slurping sounds encouraging Kale to suck harder on the man's dick. It began to grow in his mouth though, filling it. Then he felt the man release his finger and press against his scrotum. The finger raked across the sensitive area there. Kale's hips jerk forward, and his cock dug into the man's throat, the slurping around his cock getting louder. Then Kale figured he could do the same for him. He pulled the cock out his mouth momentarily. For it was too big to suck on and stick his finger in as well. He stuck his middle finger into his mouth and sucked on it, then replaced it with the man's hardened cock. Then he proceeded to glide his finger along the man's scrotum as well. The man moaned above him. Then the man pressed his digit to Kale's ass. it traced around the opening. The tingling sensation making him squirm. "Ugh, Ugh, Ugh" Kale moaned. Then the man's fingers dug into his chute. He drove it down deep smashing against something inside him. Kale's body lurched up and buried his cock back down the man's throat. "OOOOWWWWW SHIT" He shrieked as the shot wracked his body. Then the man began to pump his finger in and out Kale's virgin hole. The slight pain subsided in him and Kale began to rub his ass on the probing finger. The Kale tried the same. He pressed his finger up against the man's hole and pressed inward. The man rocked back on the digit and slammed it down inside. Kale's finger bumped against something down low and the man's hips shot forward driving his entire shaft down Kale's throat, the force causing Kale to gag and choke on the invading shaft. He coughed up the man's big dick, gasping for air. The knob smacked him wetly across the face. His finger was still in the man's hole. When he tried to pull it out it raked across that knob inside. The man's body jerked again, his engorged shaft found Kale's mouth and plunged all the way down. Kale gagged again but the shaft swelled as it hit his throat and became lodged in there. The giant balls covered his entire face again. Kale could no longer get air. He coughed up the rod again as it shifted in his throat and dislodged itself. Then as it flopped out, he gasped for air only to find a large nut was the only thing he sucked into his mouth. The man's groin ground into his face again. He was able to spit out the large object and finally get a breath. The man then pulled off Kale jumping of the bed and grabbing at him, pulling his as toward the edge of the bed. "This is mine now" He grunted. With that the man stabbed not just one but 2 fat fingers us Kale's ass, smashing against that button deep inside him. The pain rushed through his body. He tried to pull off the man's hand. But the man grabbed tightly to his cock and squeezed. "UUGGHHH" He moaned. Then the man began to fuck his ass with those thick fingers. His moans and cries echoing through the house. Then the man swallowed Kale's shaft his throat crushing down on the head. Kale was squirming madly. Then the man's tongue lashed out and dragged across his balls as he slurped down Kale's entire dick. Mean while he pumped Kale's ass furiously with his fingers. Then he inserted yet another finger. Kale could take no more. As his hips rose up off the bed and his engorged cock drilled into the man's mouth. The man's tongue danced under his balls and flicked at the scrotum. Kale's hips bucked madly as he unloaded his cum down the man's throat, his body shaking wildly as the man continued to fuck him. Then as Kale's breathing began to return to normal. The man pulled at him again and turned Kale around on the bed, his head hanging of the edge now. Kale knew what the man intended to do. "No sir please" He begged. "I'll choke" "Shut up" The man said. "You will take me" He grabbed hard on Kales balls and yanked. Kale howled. "OOOOOWWWWWW" Then the man's cock pushed into Kale's opened mouth. His engorged dick thrust down Kale's throat. He didn't stop until his huge balls smashed across his face. Kale throat opened up unwillingly and he saw those massive boulders come at his face, hitting it hard, smacking across his nose and eyes. His nose burned from the blow. And his eyes burned as sweat splashed into them. He gagged again, coughing up the big dick. "You will take it down, or choke to death trying" The man bellowed. Then he pulled up and slammed back down Kale's throat, Kale trying ever so hard to take the assault. Then the man began to plow into his throat, fucking it like a dog in heat, stabbing it faster and faster into his mouth. He kept seeing those giant nuts coming at his face, crashing into his nose. Then after several minutes of this battering of his throat, the man reared up and plunged his mighty shaft down hard. The balls slammed down again. The man was grunting madly now, his body pounding against Kale's head. Then those monsters swelled up larger and he could feel the man's seed rise up through them across his face and down the shaft buried in his throat. Then the man crawled up and grabbed at Kale's once again hard dick and swallowed it down again. As the man unloaded shot after shot after shot down into Kale's belly. The man's throat muscles clamped down on his hard cock. He felt his own balls explode again for the third time. He shot 3 or 4 shots into the man's mouth again. He had almost forgot about the man's eruption until he began to gag on it. The monster balls kept twitching across his face, blowing more and more cum down into his gut. It was too much as he choked on the torrent. It gushed out his mouth. Running up into his nose and burning his already bruised face. He was able to cough up the cock in his throat, but he kept drowning from the immense overflow. The man had erupted more juice in one orgasm that Kale did in his three combined. He turned his face to gasp for air, finally getting some into his lungs. Albeit coughing up gobs of cum with every rush of air. The man kept humping his spent seed all over Kale's face and neck. But the beast was through yet. He grabbed at Kale again and twisted him around, his ass once again hanging off the bed. The bear of a man reached up and dug the three fingers back into his ass. Then he lowered his face down and buried it into Kale's ass, his thick tongue digging into his ass hole. Kale writhed around the man's face as the beard he had ground against his aching hole. "Ugh, Ugh, Ugh" He moaned. Kale grabbed the man's head and ground his face deeper into his ass. "Oh please daddy, more" He begged. "It feels sooooo good" The man then pulled off Kale's ass, his beard wet with saliva and ass juice, Kale's face pleading for more. Then the man pulled himself up close to Kale's gulping ass hole. "Now for the fun stuff" The man said. Kale's desire turned to fear ass the man mounted him. He felt the thick cock meat press to his ass hole. "This is gonna be so good" he said. "Nice virgin hole" Kale began to protest, but was cut off when the man pulled at his thighs and shoved his big fat head inside, passed the sphincter. Kale screamed. "Oh my God no. It's too big. Stop please it hurts" He tried to push the intruder out, but the man was too strong as he dug his thick cock deeper into Kale's gut. He stopped for a moment, about half his big dick inside of Kale's burning hole. "OOOOOHHHH GOD!" Kale cried. The man grunted slightly. "MMMM, yeah real tight" He said. "Pleeeease stop. It hurts so much." Kale continued to plead. "Shut up" Said the man. "I told you this ass is mine now. So take this BITCH" He yelled. Then he grabbed hold of Kale and slammed down hard, ripping hard and deep into Kale's ass, his dick plowing far inside. Then crashing into Kale's prostate. Kale could feel the bull balls slam against his bruised cheeks. He shrieked again as the large cock was buried to the hilt. "OOOOHH God, OOOH God please" He begged. But the man persisted. Pulling up until only the head was in Kale's hole, then slamming down again. He repeated this several times, tears streaming down Kale's face, the fire consuming his ass. Then as Kale felt he may pass out, the pain began to subside, replaced by the feeling of needing to go to the bathroom. Then a heat began to rise from his groin. His cock began to get hard again. Then the man accelerated his fucking. Pleasure swamped over Kale's face. When the man saw this, he crawled up and began to piston his big dick in and out at speed. Kale began to beg for more now. "UUUGGHH yeah daddy. That's it now fuck me." Kale now reached behind and grabbed at the massive balls crushing his ass. He pulled on them and tried to dig the hard shaft deeper inside his chute. "Fuck me daddy" He begged now. "Rip me to shreds, Pleeeease!" The man began to pant and huff. "Ugh, Ugh, Ugh, Ugh." Pounding hard into Kale's beaten button. Then he reared up and stabbed down hard, the blunt end of his fuck stick hitting Kale's prostate. Digging in as he unloaded another thunderous flood into Kale's ass. He fell on Kale as he pumped another endless flow of cum into him. The man then rose up off Kale, his still hard dick embedded in his torn hole. He pulled at Kale again, turning him around again, his big cock plopped out loudly. The bear was insatiable. "Open up" He said. Kale was too tired to care anymore. He opened his mouth and the guy shoved his fat tool down his throat again. The shaft tasted different now. It had a tanginess to it. The big balls hitting his nose again, but now he relished in their feeling as the dragged across his face at every down stroke. He actually grabbed at them, weighting the monsters in his hands, fondling them, milking them if you will. Then he man pulled out again tossed Kale around the bed again and this time turning him over on his stomach. He climbed on his back side and plowed into Kale's ass again. The thrust was so hard that it hurt when the fat head bashed his prostate. "UUUGHHH Shit" He cried. He was afraid that his first experience with a man would be his last. The man's dick just kept digging into his ass and battering his button. But the man was already close. He pumped Kale's ass furiously. Then he pulled Kale up on his knees and began to fuck him like a dog, pounding him mercilessly. Kale looked underneath to see his cock had gotten hard again. He grabbed at his again hard dick which bounced off his belly with every thrust, and jerked himself. Then he saw the monster nuts pounding his own balls. They hung several inches below his own. Then as they smashed against him, they enveloped his balls, they almost disappeared from the huge balls covering his own. He released his dick and grabbed for the huge boulders. Pulled them up and covered his hard dick with them, grinding his shaft into the heavy nuts. Trying to both milk them and his own dick at the same time. This drove them both over the edge. Kale began to cum yet again, shooting goo on the heavy nuts and onto himself and the bed as well. The man followed suite and pulled back, taking his nuts out of Kale's hand and ramming down hard. So hard it knock Kale of balanced. He slammed into the bed, the man's heavy body falling on him, the huge dick pulverizing his button, the massive nuts slamming into his balls and spitting dick. "AAAAIIIEEEEE!" Kale screamed. As the powerful blow nearly shattered his ass. The man kept jabbing his ass, those nuts pounding down on Kale's own sex organs, bruising them terribly. The overflow spitting out his ass and over his pulverized balls and dick. Then finally after hours of unstopped sex the man fell on Kale and stopped, his heavy breathing slowly subsiding. He fell asleep on top of him. Kale could not move under him so he too fell asleep in that position, the softening cock still inside of him, the large globes laying on his battered sex organs. The man then got up off Kale and went to clean himself off. Kale just lay there with his virgin ass aching from getting fucked for the first time. I will get part 2 in as soon as i finish it.. Orlirz65 </div></div>
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Date: Thu, 23 Mar 2023 08:42:33 +0000 From: Billie353535 Vegita Subject: Boys Bordello (adult youth - part 6) Disclaimer: The following contains explicit scenes of male sex and a variety of consensual activities. This story may not be copied or posted to any other websites without explicit permission from the author. If any of this content is offensive to you or illegal to access in your geography, please do not proceed. If you like this story, here are some of my other recent stories https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/confessing-to-father-fred/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/a-very-gifted-boy/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/doctor-tom/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/camping/tenting-with-sammy/ **** feedback always welcome to [email protected] *** By the following morning, Ben was gone. He had packed up his belongings and departed without even saying goodbye. The only evidence he had been there at all was his indentation on my mattress from where he slept. Damn it, Mark, you have to put that behind you now. I had to forget about Ben and move on with the boy Gavin had found for me. I drove to the Brothel and marched down the stairs. It was as if I owned the place by this point. I couldn't wait to see the boys inside again and try and forget about my despair. I could hear the beating music ahead, my heart and cock thumping with anticipation for what I might find inside. Pushing through the main entrance, I met the familiar gloom of the main hall and the bar off to the side. Usually, several chairs surrounded each table throughout the space, but today, they had been rearranged, with about a dozen chairs set in a circle in the centre of the hall. Several men were sitting and waiting to watch some upcoming spectacle, a table set up in the middle. "What's going on?" I asked a rather prestigious-looking gentleman among them. "Ah, hello, fellow boy fucker! You're just in time! Some boys will soon be performing a raunchy first-time routine for us." "Haha, well, sadly, I haven't fucked any boys yet. Hey, um, would you happen to know where I might find Gavin? I need to talk to him." "Gavin? Alas no. But the barkeeper should be starting his shift soon; he would know. And how can you be in a place like this if you have yet to experience the pleasures of a young lad? There are plenty of willing participants about!" "I'm working on it. That's why I needed to find Gavin. Hey, you look familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?" "Oh, ho, ho. You might recognise me from my younger years. I was once an esteemed musician, but I decided to retire after an unfortunate accident with my wrist. But then, had I not done so, I would not have met my dear Haruka." "Your wife?" "Oh! Oh, no, no, no. Haruka, my youngest student. He is nine, in fact, and a very gifted boy. And in more ways than one! He might not be my wife, but I certainly make love to him as if he were!" "Nine? Jesus. That's young." "Mmm? Do you judge? If you're in a place like this, perhaps you are the pot, and I am the kettle. I imagine that is why you are looking for Gavin, is it not?" "Yeah, you caught me there. Just nine seems so young. And you don't look like your... I mean... does it fit?" "If you suggest I am limited in size, you would be mistaken. While it was a struggle at first, with some assistance from some more experienced acquaintances, I managed just fine. I had all but lost hope when I ran into them!" "Lost hope. Sounds familiar, " I grumbled, setting my head in my hands. "They couldn't help mend my broken heart, could they?" "You sound like you jest, but you would be surprised! The Doctor and his young cohort have solved many men's vexations! I don't see the Doctor here much, but I often see his young concubine Timmy in the back rooms all the time." "Thanks... But I think I need Gavin to solve my problems. Oh, look, some boys are coming over!" Two boys wandered between the surrounding chairs, one of whom I instantly recognised as Zach from the last time. He looked different in his regular street clothes and jeans, having been bone naked the last time I saw him. A second boy followed behind him like a timid puppy, looking a few years younger than his partner. A few claps from the men sounded out, and some excited whispers hushed between those that knew one another. Excitement was in the air, and I sat in anticipation of what the two lads might do. "Hi, I'm Zach," Zach said in a typical 13-year-old monotone. "And I'm Sammy," the younger boy pipped. "Yeah. Um, today we are going to put on a show for you. We had to come up with something we had never done before and do it in front of everyone." "It was hard because I've done lots of things, but Zach is new," Sammy explained. "Yeah. I only started here two days ago. Sammy has only been here a bit longer but has done lots of stuff already. A lot of the regular sex stuff that is." "Zach thought he would just fuck me," Sammy continued in his comparatively higher voice, "but I've done that before. I thought I could fuck him instead, but he said that would be too gay." "I didn't want his thing in my butt..." Zach mentioned. "We couldn't suck each other either. So we- " "We decided he should lick my asshole," Zach interrupted. "I've never done that before, and Sammy says he has never licked someone back there either, even though someone has licked his. So yeah." "It sounds a bit yuck, but we couldn't think of anything else," Sammy confirmed. "So I'm going to luck his bum, I guess." With that said, the two nervous boys began to undress; just watching the two boys undress was a treat. They were awkward and almost robotic as they shed their clothing, but watching a boy go from a regular-looking kid to getting naked in front of an audience of eyes was special. Sammy was first undressed and already erect. His barely 3-inch cock sprang back against his tummy like a spring on a doorstop. Zach's hairy cock was next to be uncovered, he was flaccid, but his "shower" of a cock was already the bigger of the two. The two boys positioned themselves, with Sammy standing at the nearer end of the table while Zach climbed onto it on all fours. Zach stretched his torso out and bent over in a prone position, allowing his asscheeks to spread wide open in front of Sammy and the rest of the audience. I had an excellent view of it all; the teen's suspended balls hung precariously, a line of hair running across his taint between his legs and circling his virgin anus. Zach's lewd position looked better suited to being in a pen, his young male body able to be viewed by everyone. "I've never tasted a butthole before," Sammy reminded us nervously. "Zach said he had a shower last night, but that's still a while." "I did!" Zach mumbled from the other side, his butt swaying slightly. Sammy looked at his exposed friend for a moment, his first time facing the pleasure zone of a fellow male. Zach's anus stared back like a funnel, his scattered pubic hair a reminder to Sammy of what he would one day have. He cautiously knelt on the floor behind his teenage friend, the older boy's balls swinging as he readjusted his legs. Sammy's face was right among the teen's nether regions, the fur on his legs, balls, and ass about to be dampened with elementary student spit. "Don't fart, Zach!" One of the men in the crowd joked, unable to contain himself "Speak for yourself!" Another said. "Some of us are into that. Sammy might be too!" Some chuckles echoed through the crowd; Zach's torso shook as he tried to suppress his laughter. Boys. Slowly and tentatively, Sammy lapped at Zach's balls, their slight sway a sign that tongue and sack had touched. He then worked his way up Zach's centre crease, the hairs darkening as they became moist from Sammy's mouth. Sammy edged closer and closer to Zach's open hole, choosing to skip over it to service the rest of the teenager's spread valley first. "How does it feel to have a sixth grader lick your ass, Zach? " A man jeered. "Feel good?" "It's weird. I never thought someone would ever want to lick me in that, um, place. He hasn't licked my actual hole yet." "I don't know if I want to. It's still a butthole." Sammy replied. Sure enough, while the hairs on Zach's crack and balls were all damp, the softer fair hairs encompassing his actual hole were still untouched. "Perhaps just sniff first?" my gentleman suggested. "See if you like it." "Yeah!" The man from before shouted. We watched Sammy clench his eyes tight and push his nose beside the teen's stinker. First, he took a tentative sniff and a grumble, after which his nose flexed, and we could see he was smelling it more and more. "That's it! Now lick it! Lick his hole! Lick his hole! Lick his hole!" The crown chanted. The frown on Sammy's face disappeared as he tended to his lowly task. Poking his tongue out like a dog, he lapped at the aromatic orifice before him. Zach licked and dabbled at places Zach had never been touched, feelings of power and dominance washing over him as the younger boy licked him clean. I wondered how Zach's hole smelt. He was a little older than I liked, but I was still curious about the fumes that exited his backside. I was familiar with my own male odour but wondered whether a teenagers would be different. The shouting and yelling around me grew more intense as Sammy got into the tongue bath; Zach moaned with delight as the slippery tongue entered the dirtiest part of his body. Suddenly, my new friend sitting beside me poked me in the ribs, pointing out that the barkeep had arrived. With no choice, I grudgingly left the lewd little show before me. ** "What'll it be?" The barkeep asked as I approached the bench. "Nothing this early." It was still daytime, after all. "Hey, would you know if Gavin is coming in today?" "Gavin? No. There's some priest he meets out of town every month or so, and he's driven out there." "A priest?" I scoffed. "Gavin? No way! He isn't religious in the slightest!" "It isn't anything like that. Apparently, this priest has another contingent of boylovers out his way, except there's no money involved. The boys do whatever the men ask, and without pay. Can you imagine? Anyway, he has been out there a few times. He goes to see a guy called Father Fred, I believe." "Damn. Do you know when he'll be back? He has a boy waiting in the wings for me. Some kid named Chase?" "Gavin doesn't share that part of the business with me; he does it all himself. Besides, I thought I heard you talking about some Ben kid you were with?" "Ugh... yeah. I've screwed up my chances with Ben. I'm not entirely sure what I did wrong, but he is gone..." "Ah, I'm sorry to hear that. Losing a boy is hard. I see it a lot." A loud cheer sounded behind us, suggesting Sammy and Zach had completed their performance. I looked at the rows of liquor on the shelves in front before giving in. "Whiskey," I mumbled, opting to drink the day away. ** I drank for hours, my head buried in my glass, my blood alcohol rising as fast as my wallet emptied. I cried and groaned into the evening until my liver could take no more. I stumbled to the back, my bladder crying out, leaving me no choice but to use the bathroom or piss myself. I staggered to the urinal, closing my eyes as I pissed, tilting my head back and letting my stream fly. Oh, Ben, why couldn't it have been you? My eyes opened, my brain woozy as I made sense of my surroundings. Various bodily fluids stained the room, the odd cum stain splattering the walls, some even reaching the ceiling! All kinds of messages were written on the walls, too, from the typically drawn dicks, to a messily written "I love big men's cocks!" scribbled in a boy's handwriting. The harsh back and forth of the strokes suggested the author may have been being fucked at the time he wrote it. "Hi, mister!" A soft voice said beside me. "Oh, hey, kid," I said, looking and noticing a small blond boy had joined me. He could barely have been ten, definitely one of the younger boys I had seen around the place. He wore a cute blue and white soccer uniform, his grubby grass-stained clothes and curvy golden hair suggesting a nordic heritage. "Why are you in the boy's bathroom?" The little angel enquired. "Do you like to watch boys pee?" "Huh? Oh... to tell you the truth, I forgot there were even separate boys' and men's bathrooms here." "Oh. Want to see me wee anyway?" "Okay, let's have a watch." He flashed me a toothy grin, then pulled down the front of his shorts, his peanut-sized penis barely big enough to see jutting from his clothes. He turned slightly to allow me a better look at his penis, smiling at me before looking back down to direct his aim. It only took a few seconds for his thin stream to pour from his little hose. Little wisps of steam wafted from his narrow pisser, his hot pee sprinkling off the urinal. The air became tart as his yellow flow poured, his little butt squeezing out the last few drops. "That was nice. Thanks." "You're welcome!" He replied. "Some men like me to do it in their mouths, but I could tell you wouldn't want that." "You'd be right. I probably wouldn't have even watched if I wasn't a little drunk!" "Do you want to watch me poop too?" "Erm, no thanks. I'm not quite that drunk." He was such an enthusiastic little guy. He had excellent manners too. "Could you show me the rest of you, though?" "You want me to get nekkid?" "Only if you want!" "Okay!" I watched the underaged boy strip in front of me without any hesitation whatsoever. He took his soccer shorts off, then ripped off his soccer top. He was a pretty thin kid, his skin creamy white, his tiny nipples like pale rose petals stuck to his chest, and his tummy rising and falling with each breath. Other than on his head, his only hair was the tiniest dusting of blonde hairs on his arms. His wrinkled scrotum was undeveloped, still flush against his body, his cute penis as excited to see me as I was to see him! "Can I touch you?" I asked, kneeling in front of this precious little nude kid. "Hehe, you must be new here. Of course, you can. I'm a boy!" He even put his hands behind his head, inviting me to his childlike wonderland. I gulped, my alcoholic lack of inhibition drowning out the police sirens in my head, and with my hands shaking, I ran them down his hard little chest. I could feel each rib, my fingers gliding over his perfect skin and little nub-like nipples. He exhaled when I brushed past his little boner, like an outstretched pinky finger, hard as can be. I didn't yet have the confidence to touch his tiny member, feeling him everywhere else, from the bottoms of his feet, up his lithe legs, to his peach-fuzzed arms. "What's your name, kid?" I asked as I fondled him. "Timmy." "Timmy, huh? Hmmm. Are you TICKLISH TIMMY?!" I replied, suddenly jabbing my fingers into his exposed armpits. "Ahhh!" Timmy squealed in delight from my sudden onslaught of tickling fingers. I hooked them under his arms as he clamped down, twisting his back to me. Of course, this only gave me a glance at his cheeky butt, his bare bum like two white tangerines pressed together. He twirled as my fingers jabbed the soft baby skin of his back. I managed to wrap him up in my arms, his slippery body not able to escape. "You got a boyfriend, Timmy?" I asked as he tried to wrestle free. "Yes! But you can fuck me if you want, hehe! Oh! Hehehe." I touched him everywhere. He was young, but I was sexually frustrated. My fingers were relentless, probing crevasses not usually allowed in the outside world. Several times my hand glanced against his penis until I found his most ticklish spot, right behind his tiny marble-sized balls. Timmy howled with laughter as my fingertips brushed against his immature taint, jiggling his immature nuts. He tried to get away, but not really, doing the minimum to stop me by pressing his legs together to prevent my onslaught, unable to prevent me from touching his boylike penis and balls. His giggles echoed around the bathroom as I persisted, his whole body shaking as I felt him inappropriately. "Please lemme go; I'm gunna I'll poop myself!" Timmy warned. "Oops... sorry, I forgot about that..." "Hehe, unless you wanna see that? Some men do." "Yeah, no. I'm not that. So who is this lucky boyfriend who gets to sleep with your angelic self every night?" "Doctor Tom. But, he lets me sleep with anyone else I want to." "Wait, Doctor Tom? You're THAT Timmy? I spoke to a man out there who mentioned you helping him with something." "Oh, okay. Yeah, I help lots of men. I have lots of sex with them too!" Timmy giggled. I took Timmy's steamy hard stiffy in my hand, using it as a handle to pull him closer to me. I wasn't tickling him anymore, but he was still in my control; his sweaty member barely the length of my little finger. His hard cocklett pulsed in time with his rapid heartbeat in my grip, Timmy casually moving up and down to make himself feel good. "What did you need help with, mister?" "Well, there was this boy I like called Ben. He was like my dream boy, but I was a fool, and he slipped away. I don't understand why, but I know I must find another boy, but I don't want to mess it up again." I went on to explain how I met Ben and everything that happened. I told him about my outburst and what happened last night. For just a child, he was an excellent listener, though having his sticky boy cock beating between my fingers probably helped him pay attention. "I want to find another boy, but I don't want to repeat whatever I did wrong with Ben. Any ideas? "It sounds like you didn't treat him much like a boy," Timmy came up with. "What do you mean?" "Well, you said you wanted a true boy, but then when you had one like you wanted, you just treated him like a sex thing. Some boys here couldn't care less about that 'normal' stuff, but if you want a boy like that, I think you would have to care about that stuff too, more than just dicks and butts and stuff. Does he just want sex, or does he want a friend too?" "You're a kid wiser than your years; you know that, Timmy?" I ruffled his hair and thanked him as another man entered. The guy was a mammoth of a man, a gruff-looking man, easily 300 pounds. "Hi, Coach Bill!" Timmy cheeped behind me, greeting the newcomer. "I'm ready to go if you wanna watch!" The man grunted in reply, firmly shutting the door as I made my exit. ** Somehow, I got lost returning to the bar, taking yet another wrong turn. After my little chat with Timmy, I was sobering but couldn't get my bearings to leave for home. I came across a door, Gavin's manager's room, fuck it, I mumbled to myself. If Gavin wasn't here, I would look for Chase myself. I stumbled into the room and fell into Gavin's desk chair, finding his desk drawer unlocked with half a dozen cardboard folders inside. Each folder was labelled with a boy's name, names I hadn't heard around the Brothel so far: Patrick, Alex, Benji, and several others. I came across one labelled Chase. Yes, here it is. I made myself comfortable before nervously opening the file of this potential new boy. I leafed over the first page; it was the form from when I had first arrived. A paperclip attached an envelope to the document, which I set to the side. Chase Arthur was his full name. The follow-up form sounded good too. He was the right age and read like a typical kid, along with the few tidbits of what Gavin had told me about already. His parents were busy out-of-town people, with the kid attending a boarding school near where I lived. There was a written section which appeared to be the scrawlings of the boy himself, the writing manic and messy, describing the boy's interest in finding a man to love and use him. The end of the form mentioned Gavin's phone number to call to meet the boy. I reached for the open envelope containing several items, one of which fell onto my feet as I brought it over. I pulled out the remaining piece in the letter--a pokemon card. My heart stopped. No. It couldn't be. I turned it over, finding the familiar orange of a Charmander printed on the front. What the fuck? Was Chase...? I grabbed the fallen object, realising it was a photo and turned it over. Gavin. You sonofabitch. How? **** feedback always welcome to [email protected] ***
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Thu, 23 Mar 2023 08:42:33 +0000 From: Billie353535 Vegita <[email protected]> Subject: Boys Bordello (adult youth - part 6) Disclaimer: The following contains explicit scenes of male sex and a variety of consensual activities. This story may not be copied or posted to any other websites without explicit permission from the author. If any of this content is offensive to you or illegal to access in your geography, please do not proceed. If you like this story, here are some of my other recent stories https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/confessing-to-father-fred/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/a-very-gifted-boy/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/doctor-tom/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/camping/tenting-with-sammy/ **** feedback always welcome to [email protected] *** By the following morning, Ben was gone. He had packed up his belongings and departed without even saying goodbye. The only evidence he had been there at all was his indentation on my mattress from where he slept. Damn it, Mark, you have to put that behind you now. I had to forget about Ben and move on with the boy Gavin had found for me. I drove to the Brothel and marched down the stairs. It was as if I owned the place by this point. I couldn't wait to see the boys inside again and try and forget about my despair. I could hear the beating music ahead, my heart and cock thumping with anticipation for what I might find inside. Pushing through the main entrance, I met the familiar gloom of the main hall and the bar off to the side. Usually, several chairs surrounded each table throughout the space, but today, they had been rearranged, with about a dozen chairs set in a circle in the centre of the hall. Several men were sitting and waiting to watch some upcoming spectacle, a table set up in the middle. "What's going on?" I asked a rather prestigious-looking gentleman among them. "Ah, hello, fellow boy fucker! You're just in time! Some boys will soon be performing a raunchy first-time routine for us." "Haha, well, sadly, I haven't fucked any boys yet. Hey, um, would you happen to know where I might find Gavin? I need to talk to him." "Gavin? Alas no. But the barkeeper should be starting his shift soon; he would know. And how can you be in a place like this if you have yet to experience the pleasures of a young lad? There are plenty of willing participants about!" "I'm working on it. That's why I needed to find Gavin. Hey, you look familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?" "Oh, ho, ho. You might recognise me from my younger years. I was once an esteemed musician, but I decided to retire after an unfortunate accident with my wrist. But then, had I not done so, I would not have met my dear Haruka." "Your wife?" "Oh! Oh, no, no, no. Haruka, my youngest student. He is nine, in fact, and a very gifted boy. And in more ways than one! He might not be my wife, but I certainly make love to him as if he were!" "Nine? Jesus. That's young." "Mmm? Do you judge? If you're in a place like this, perhaps you are the pot, and I am the kettle. I imagine that is why you are looking for Gavin, is it not?" "Yeah, you caught me there. Just nine seems so young. And you don't look like your... I mean... does it fit?" "If you suggest I am limited in size, you would be mistaken. While it was a struggle at first, with some assistance from some more experienced acquaintances, I managed just fine. I had all but lost hope when I ran into them!" "Lost hope. Sounds familiar, " I grumbled, setting my head in my hands. "They couldn't help mend my broken heart, could they?" "You sound like you jest, but you would be surprised! The Doctor and his young cohort have solved many men's vexations! I don't see the Doctor here much, but I often see his young concubine Timmy in the back rooms all the time." "Thanks... But I think I need Gavin to solve my problems. Oh, look, some boys are coming over!" Two boys wandered between the surrounding chairs, one of whom I instantly recognised as Zach from the last time. He looked different in his regular street clothes and jeans, having been bone naked the last time I saw him. A second boy followed behind him like a timid puppy, looking a few years younger than his partner. A few claps from the men sounded out, and some excited whispers hushed between those that knew one another. Excitement was in the air, and I sat in anticipation of what the two lads might do. "Hi, I'm Zach," Zach said in a typical 13-year-old monotone. "And I'm Sammy," the younger boy pipped. "Yeah. Um, today we are going to put on a show for you. We had to come up with something we had never done before and do it in front of everyone." "It was hard because I've done lots of things, but Zach is new," Sammy explained. "Yeah. I only started here two days ago. Sammy has only been here a bit longer but has done lots of stuff already. A lot of the regular sex stuff that is." "Zach thought he would just fuck me," Sammy continued in his comparatively higher voice, "but I've done that before. I thought I could fuck him instead, but he said that would be too gay." "I didn't want his thing in my butt..." Zach mentioned. "We couldn't suck each other either. So we- " "We decided he should lick my asshole," Zach interrupted. "I've never done that before, and Sammy says he has never licked someone back there either, even though someone has licked his. So yeah." "It sounds a bit yuck, but we couldn't think of anything else," Sammy confirmed. "So I'm going to luck his bum, I guess." With that said, the two nervous boys began to undress; just watching the two boys undress was a treat. They were awkward and almost robotic as they shed their clothing, but watching a boy go from a regular-looking kid to getting naked in front of an audience of eyes was special. Sammy was first undressed and already erect. His barely 3-inch cock sprang back against his tummy like a spring on a doorstop. Zach's hairy cock was next to be uncovered, he was flaccid, but his "shower" of a cock was already the bigger of the two. The two boys positioned themselves, with Sammy standing at the nearer end of the table while Zach climbed onto it on all fours. Zach stretched his torso out and bent over in a prone position, allowing his asscheeks to spread wide open in front of Sammy and the rest of the audience. I had an excellent view of it all; the teen's suspended balls hung precariously, a line of hair running across his taint between his legs and circling his virgin anus. Zach's lewd position looked better suited to being in a pen, his young male body able to be viewed by everyone. "I've never tasted a butthole before," Sammy reminded us nervously. "Zach said he had a shower last night, but that's still a while." "I did!" Zach mumbled from the other side, his butt swaying slightly. Sammy looked at his exposed friend for a moment, his first time facing the pleasure zone of a fellow male. Zach's anus stared back like a funnel, his scattered pubic hair a reminder to Sammy of what he would one day have. He cautiously knelt on the floor behind his teenage friend, the older boy's balls swinging as he readjusted his legs. Sammy's face was right among the teen's nether regions, the fur on his legs, balls, and ass about to be dampened with elementary student spit. "Don't fart, Zach!" One of the men in the crowd joked, unable to contain himself "Speak for yourself!" Another said. "Some of us are into that. Sammy might be too!" Some chuckles echoed through the crowd; Zach's torso shook as he tried to suppress his laughter. Boys. Slowly and tentatively, Sammy lapped at Zach's balls, their slight sway a sign that tongue and sack had touched. He then worked his way up Zach's centre crease, the hairs darkening as they became moist from Sammy's mouth. Sammy edged closer and closer to Zach's open hole, choosing to skip over it to service the rest of the teenager's spread valley first. "How does it feel to have a sixth grader lick your ass, Zach? " A man jeered. "Feel good?" "It's weird. I never thought someone would ever want to lick me in that, um, place. He hasn't licked my actual hole yet." "I don't know if I want to. It's still a butthole." Sammy replied. Sure enough, while the hairs on Zach's crack and balls were all damp, the softer fair hairs encompassing his actual hole were still untouched. "Perhaps just sniff first?" my gentleman suggested. "See if you like it." "Yeah!" The man from before shouted. We watched Sammy clench his eyes tight and push his nose beside the teen's stinker. First, he took a tentative sniff and a grumble, after which his nose flexed, and we could see he was smelling it more and more. "That's it! Now lick it! Lick his hole! Lick his hole! Lick his hole!" The crown chanted. The frown on Sammy's face disappeared as he tended to his lowly task. Poking his tongue out like a dog, he lapped at the aromatic orifice before him. Zach licked and dabbled at places Zach had never been touched, feelings of power and dominance washing over him as the younger boy licked him clean. I wondered how Zach's hole smelt. He was a little older than I liked, but I was still curious about the fumes that exited his backside. I was familiar with my own male odour but wondered whether a teenagers would be different. The shouting and yelling around me grew more intense as Sammy got into the tongue bath; Zach moaned with delight as the slippery tongue entered the dirtiest part of his body. Suddenly, my new friend sitting beside me poked me in the ribs, pointing out that the barkeep had arrived. With no choice, I grudgingly left the lewd little show before me. ** "What'll it be?" The barkeep asked as I approached the bench. "Nothing this early." It was still daytime, after all. "Hey, would you know if Gavin is coming in today?" "Gavin? No. There's some priest he meets out of town every month or so, and he's driven out there." "A priest?" I scoffed. "Gavin? No way! He isn't religious in the slightest!" "It isn't anything like that. Apparently, this priest has another contingent of boylovers out his way, except there's no money involved. The boys do whatever the men ask, and without pay. Can you imagine? Anyway, he has been out there a few times. He goes to see a guy called Father Fred, I believe." "Damn. Do you know when he'll be back? He has a boy waiting in the wings for me. Some kid named Chase?" "Gavin doesn't share that part of the business with me; he does it all himself. Besides, I thought I heard you talking about some Ben kid you were with?" "Ugh... yeah. I've screwed up my chances with Ben. I'm not entirely sure what I did wrong, but he is gone..." "Ah, I'm sorry to hear that. Losing a boy is hard. I see it a lot." A loud cheer sounded behind us, suggesting Sammy and Zach had completed their performance. I looked at the rows of liquor on the shelves in front before giving in. "Whiskey," I mumbled, opting to drink the day away. ** I drank for hours, my head buried in my glass, my blood alcohol rising as fast as my wallet emptied. I cried and groaned into the evening until my liver could take no more. I stumbled to the back, my bladder crying out, leaving me no choice but to use the bathroom or piss myself. I staggered to the urinal, closing my eyes as I pissed, tilting my head back and letting my stream fly. Oh, Ben, why couldn't it have been you? My eyes opened, my brain woozy as I made sense of my surroundings. Various bodily fluids stained the room, the odd cum stain splattering the walls, some even reaching the ceiling! All kinds of messages were written on the walls, too, from the typically drawn dicks, to a messily written "I love big men's cocks!" scribbled in a boy's handwriting. The harsh back and forth of the strokes suggested the author may have been being fucked at the time he wrote it. "Hi, mister!" A soft voice said beside me. "Oh, hey, kid," I said, looking and noticing a small blond boy had joined me. He could barely have been ten, definitely one of the younger boys I had seen around the place. He wore a cute blue and white soccer uniform, his grubby grass-stained clothes and curvy golden hair suggesting a nordic heritage. "Why are you in the boy's bathroom?" The little angel enquired. "Do you like to watch boys pee?" "Huh? Oh... to tell you the truth, I forgot there were even separate boys' and men's bathrooms here." "Oh. Want to see me wee anyway?" "Okay, let's have a watch." He flashed me a toothy grin, then pulled down the front of his shorts, his peanut-sized penis barely big enough to see jutting from his clothes. He turned slightly to allow me a better look at his penis, smiling at me before looking back down to direct his aim. It only took a few seconds for his thin stream to pour from his little hose. Little wisps of steam wafted from his narrow pisser, his hot pee sprinkling off the urinal. The air became tart as his yellow flow poured, his little butt squeezing out the last few drops. "That was nice. Thanks." "You're welcome!" He replied. "Some men like me to do it in their mouths, but I could tell you wouldn't want that." "You'd be right. I probably wouldn't have even watched if I wasn't a little drunk!" "Do you want to watch me poop too?" "Erm, no thanks. I'm not quite that drunk." He was such an enthusiastic little guy. He had excellent manners too. "Could you show me the rest of you, though?" "You want me to get nekkid?" "Only if you want!" "Okay!" I watched the underaged boy strip in front of me without any hesitation whatsoever. He took his soccer shorts off, then ripped off his soccer top. He was a pretty thin kid, his skin creamy white, his tiny nipples like pale rose petals stuck to his chest, and his tummy rising and falling with each breath. Other than on his head, his only hair was the tiniest dusting of blonde hairs on his arms. His wrinkled scrotum was undeveloped, still flush against his body, his cute penis as excited to see me as I was to see him! "Can I touch you?" I asked, kneeling in front of this precious little nude kid. "Hehe, you must be new here. Of course, you can. I'm a boy!" He even put his hands behind his head, inviting me to his childlike wonderland. I gulped, my alcoholic lack of inhibition drowning out the police sirens in my head, and with my hands shaking, I ran them down his hard little chest. I could feel each rib, my fingers gliding over his perfect skin and little nub-like nipples. He exhaled when I brushed past his little boner, like an outstretched pinky finger, hard as can be. I didn't yet have the confidence to touch his tiny member, feeling him everywhere else, from the bottoms of his feet, up his lithe legs, to his peach-fuzzed arms. "What's your name, kid?" I asked as I fondled him. "Timmy." "Timmy, huh? Hmmm. Are you TICKLISH TIMMY?!" I replied, suddenly jabbing my fingers into his exposed armpits. "Ahhh!" Timmy squealed in delight from my sudden onslaught of tickling fingers. I hooked them under his arms as he clamped down, twisting his back to me. Of course, this only gave me a glance at his cheeky butt, his bare bum like two white tangerines pressed together. He twirled as my fingers jabbed the soft baby skin of his back. I managed to wrap him up in my arms, his slippery body not able to escape. "You got a boyfriend, Timmy?" I asked as he tried to wrestle free. "Yes! But you can fuck me if you want, hehe! Oh! Hehehe." I touched him everywhere. He was young, but I was sexually frustrated. My fingers were relentless, probing crevasses not usually allowed in the outside world. Several times my hand glanced against his penis until I found his most ticklish spot, right behind his tiny marble-sized balls. Timmy howled with laughter as my fingertips brushed against his immature taint, jiggling his immature nuts. He tried to get away, but not really, doing the minimum to stop me by pressing his legs together to prevent my onslaught, unable to prevent me from touching his boylike penis and balls. His giggles echoed around the bathroom as I persisted, his whole body shaking as I felt him inappropriately. "Please lemme go; I'm gunna I'll poop myself!" Timmy warned. "Oops... sorry, I forgot about that..." "Hehe, unless you wanna see that? Some men do." "Yeah, no. I'm not that. So who is this lucky boyfriend who gets to sleep with your angelic self every night?" "Doctor Tom. But, he lets me sleep with anyone else I want to." "Wait, Doctor Tom? You're THAT Timmy? I spoke to a man out there who mentioned you helping him with something." "Oh, okay. Yeah, I help lots of men. I have lots of sex with them too!" Timmy giggled. I took Timmy's steamy hard stiffy in my hand, using it as a handle to pull him closer to me. I wasn't tickling him anymore, but he was still in my control; his sweaty member barely the length of my little finger. His hard cocklett pulsed in time with his rapid heartbeat in my grip, Timmy casually moving up and down to make himself feel good. "What did you need help with, mister?" "Well, there was this boy I like called Ben. He was like my dream boy, but I was a fool, and he slipped away. I don't understand why, but I know I must find another boy, but I don't want to mess it up again." I went on to explain how I met Ben and everything that happened. I told him about my outburst and what happened last night. For just a child, he was an excellent listener, though having his sticky boy cock beating between my fingers probably helped him pay attention. "I want to find another boy, but I don't want to repeat whatever I did wrong with Ben. Any ideas? "It sounds like you didn't treat him much like a boy," Timmy came up with. "What do you mean?" "Well, you said you wanted a true boy, but then when you had one like you wanted, you just treated him like a sex thing. Some boys here couldn't care less about that 'normal' stuff, but if you want a boy like that, I think you would have to care about that stuff too, more than just dicks and butts and stuff. Does he just want sex, or does he want a friend too?" "You're a kid wiser than your years; you know that, Timmy?" I ruffled his hair and thanked him as another man entered. The guy was a mammoth of a man, a gruff-looking man, easily 300 pounds. "Hi, Coach Bill!" Timmy cheeped behind me, greeting the newcomer. "I'm ready to go if you wanna watch!" The man grunted in reply, firmly shutting the door as I made my exit. ** Somehow, I got lost returning to the bar, taking yet another wrong turn. After my little chat with Timmy, I was sobering but couldn't get my bearings to leave for home. I came across a door, Gavin's manager's room, fuck it, I mumbled to myself. If Gavin wasn't here, I would look for Chase myself. I stumbled into the room and fell into Gavin's desk chair, finding his desk drawer unlocked with half a dozen cardboard folders inside. Each folder was labelled with a boy's name, names I hadn't heard around the Brothel so far: Patrick, Alex, Benji, and several others. I came across one labelled Chase. Yes, here it is. I made myself comfortable before nervously opening the file of this potential new boy. I leafed over the first page; it was the form from when I had first arrived. A paperclip attached an envelope to the document, which I set to the side. Chase Arthur was his full name. The follow-up form sounded good too. He was the right age and read like a typical kid, along with the few tidbits of what Gavin had told me about already. His parents were busy out-of-town people, with the kid attending a boarding school near where I lived. There was a written section which appeared to be the scrawlings of the boy himself, the writing manic and messy, describing the boy's interest in finding a man to love and use him. The end of the form mentioned Gavin's phone number to call to meet the boy. I reached for the open envelope containing several items, one of which fell onto my feet as I brought it over. I pulled out the remaining piece in the letter--a pokemon card. My heart stopped. No. It couldn't be. I turned it over, finding the familiar orange of a Charmander printed on the front. What the fuck? Was Chase...? I grabbed the fallen object, realising it was a photo and turned it over. Gavin. You sonofabitch. How? **** feedback always welcome to [email protected] *** </[email protected]> </div></div>
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Date: Thu, 23 Feb 2023 19:18:28 +0000 From: Billie353535 Vegita Subject: Boys Bordello (adult youth - part 2) Disclaimer: The following contains explicit scenes of male sex and a variety of consensual activities. This story may not be copied or posted to any other websites without explicit permission from the author. If any of this content is offensive to you or illegal to access in your geography, please do not proceed. If you like this story, here are some of my other recent stories https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/confessing-to-father-fred/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/urination/getting-my-medicine/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/doctor-tom/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/camping/tenting-with-sammy/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/taught-by-dad/ **** feedback always welcome to [email protected] *** When Gavin and I were younger, we dated one another for a while but quickly learned that we preferred younger guys. Much younger. Neither of us was interested in men; we were attracted to boys. Our sexual relationship ended soon after, but we remained good friends, even into the workforce. We often spoke of our desires, secretly discussing the cute boys we had seen and what we wanted to do with them. It was such a weight off of our shoulders to be able to share such thoughts, but never in a million years did I think he would know about a place like the one he had shown me last night. I was settling down to a quiet night, thinking about all the beautiful sights and boys at the brothel, relaxing on my couch in my one-bedroom apartment, my mind wandering and pondering over the previous day. I hadn't spoken to Gavin since yesterday; it had been too busy today to talk with him again. Man, the things I'd seen. My eyes were heavy, and I was dozing in my thoughts. I live alone, and with my family living in another town and Gavin rarely coming around, I was surprised when the doorbell rang. It couldn't be Gavin this soon, could it? Had he found a boy for me this quickly? Another ring told me it wasn't by accident, someone was definitely at my door, so I hauled myself up to see who it was. I peered through the fish-eye peephole, discovering a young boy standing on the other side. Was this my boy already? I checked again. Sure enough, a boy was waiting there. I couldn't see him clearly, but he had dark hair and was a school kid of some sort. With no apparent danger, I opened the door to get a better look. "Hi, " the little voice that came out of him said. "I'm selling cookies to fundraise for Grafton Middle School. Wanna buy some?" He stretched a box of cookies towards me, the little entrepreneur putting on his best smile. He was JUST like I had imagined. His dark hair was brown, and he had deep emerald eyes. He wore a hoody and long pants, protecting himself from the cold weather while fulfilling his school's arduous mission. Even though he was in a hoody, the hood was down, and in its place, he wore an oversized red baseball cap, which covered half his face unless he looked directly up at me. He had a large backpack over his shoulders, which looked far too big for his size. Gavin, you bastard, you could have given me some warning. "Cookies, huh?" I replied, eyeing the boy suspiciously. "Do you only have chocolate?" "No, I have lots of others in my bag. I can show you if you want?" "All right then, come on inside and let's see these cookies of yours," I said slyly. Heh, cookies Gavin? So cliche. "I can sell them to you here, mister! I don't want to intrude!" "That's quite all right. Besides, that's where, uh... I keep my money." Without further convincing, he shrugged and followed me inside. I closed the door behind us, the boy dropping his hat and heavy bag to the floor with a thud. Crouched over, he unzipped it, and sure enough, there were dozens more chocolate chip cookies inside. "They're $2 each, " he explained, rummaging towards the bottom of his bag. "I've got chocolate, chocolate chip, white chocolate, and peanuts. You can buy as many as you want. They're for a school field trip!" "Oh yeah? What is your name, kid?" "Ben Knightly. My teachers call me Benjamin when I'm in trouble." "What about your parents? What do they call you?" "Ben usually, but I don't see them much. I stay at school and see them on the holidays." I watched as he stooped almost double into his bag, his little preteen butt bent over before me. God, he was so perfect! He was the perfect size and looked the perfect age. If I didn't think he might scream, I would have thrown him against the wall and started with him right there. Remembering my request, though, I'd asked for a real boy. He was probably as new to all this as I was, and I didn't want to spoil the fantastic job Gavin had done to find this boy for me. I wonder what training the boys went through for something like this to prepare them. I wonder how much Ben already knew about my likes and what we might do together. "I'll buy a few cookies from you, Ben. Take a seat while I find you some money." Ben plopped himself down on one end of my couch, glad to give his tired limbs some respite. He continued digging through his bag, looking for his little money purse. I noticed he looked around him a few times, no doubt scoping my place out. My home is humble and basic, a typical bachelor pad. I don't have a lot of photos or knick-knacks, just a couch and a TV in the lounge, a microwave in the kitchen, with a hallway leading down to my bedroom. God, I was nervous. Was he as scared as I was, knowing we were alone together, with the sky as our limit? Returning to him with my wallet, I took a seat in the spot next to him. He was a boy, all right; the heady aroma from all his walking wafted toward me, his small frame dwarfed by mine now that we were seated together. I hadn't had much experience with boys, but there was something about kids his age. Their bodies were growing up in multiple ways, trying to bridge the gap between childhood innocence and a soon-to-be sexually charged teen. He probably wouldn't want me to treat him like a little kid, but he wasn't yet old enough to have discovered the world of sex. Ben was in a no-boys' land, stuck in the middle, not a child and not yet a teenager. Staring at his sideburns, he still had the soft, smooth skin of a baby; only a few silky strands dangled from his otherwise full head of hair. Boys his age always had a smell, a mixture of peanut butter and BO. He looked hygienic enough, but boys his age always seemed to have that innocent stink. He finished digging through his bag, and a shimmer of something silver and shiny caught my eye from within its depths. "What's that you got in there?" I asked, passing him $8 for the cookies. "Oh, this? It's a Pokemon card. Me and my friends play it at school. " "Pokemon? Isn't that a TV show?" "Yeah, but there is a game for it too! " Ben explained, pulling out a rectangular card. It looked like a baseball card, but instead of a sports player, it had a picture of a circle and a bunch of strange symbols and numbers on it. "My favourite Pokemon is Charmander. When it evolves, it gets bigger and becomes a Charizard! This card is just an energy card, but I've got a Charmander in my bag, too!" He dove down into his bottomless bag to find and show me the Charmander card he liked so much. His youthful enthusiasm was toxic; I had no idea what he was blabbering about, but he certainly had a passion for it. As he searched his bag once, I was less interested in the card he was looking for and more so in his clothing, gradually rising higher as he bent down further. The small of his back was slowly uncovering, his creamy skin and the seam of his white briefs exposed as he searched feverously for his precious cardboard. Eventually, he pulled back up again, showing me his prized card, a little orange-reddish creature, like a small lizard, printed on the front. "This one is my favourite," he explained. "It's a fire Pokémon. It's so cool!" "Is it worth much money? Some cards can be really valuable, can't they?" "This one isn't worth much, but Charizard is! When Charmander gets bigger and stronger, it becomes a Charizard and more powerful! I want to save up and get one! " "Well, this job of yours will certainly help." I winked, hinting at our secret rendevous. "Pays pretty well, I hear." "Huh? I don't get any money from the cookies; that goes to the school." "Not the cookies, I mean the--shit, never mind." He looked confused. He was undoubtedly a good actor. He was playing the part of a naive boy perfectly. "Oh yeah, the cookies! I didn't give them to you yet!" he exclaimed, placing his card to the side and bending again into his bag. This time he almost buried his head in his pack, his arms pulling out a few cookies before plunging again to combine my money with the rest of his haul. Stealing another peek at Ben's rising clothes, the back was now wholly untucked, the real estate of bare white skin growing. I licked my lips as the apex of his little butt crack appeared, a little scoop of butt valley peering over the waistband of his underwear. It was only a hint of the crease, but it looked delectable, my mouth drooling at what more could lurk further below. "Why are you looking?" he said, returning up. "Looking?" "Yeah, you were looking at my butt." "Well... yes, sorry. But, well, that is what we are here for, right? I'm just trying to make the most of it. " "You saw some of my butt, so I should get to see your dick." "I only saw a little bit! My cock for barely a sliver of your crack?" "Yeah, but adults aren't meant to look at boys like that." "So, that is the line you're going with?" I laughed. "I saw my dad in the shower once, but it was only a quick look. Can I see yours?" A line was about to be crossed. I'd been hesitant to do this for years, but the time had come; I was going to show my cock to a minor. Up to now, everything was good honest fun, but I was not at the point between a harmless stranger and something more malicious. "Fine. Go on then." I swallowed, leaning back to give him free access to the front of my jeans. "You take it out," he insisted, staring at the fly of my pants. Here goes, I thought to myself. I unbuckled my belt and unzipped; my sole audience member watched me intently as I became left in just my boxers. Ben's eyes were glued to my groin as I slowly edged those down, too, first showing my furry belly, then my pubes, and finally the root and shaft of my cock. Pushing lower, and with Ben still watching, I released my balls, his unblinking face in awe of my semi-hard adult cock in front of him. "What do you think?" I asked. "It's so big and long, and you have the helmet thing, like mine." "Yours looks like this too?" I asked, thumbing at the tip of my glans. "Sort of. Yours is way bigger. And you have all those hairs." My heart raced as he shuffled closer to me, his brazen hand reaching out, wrapping his slim fingers around my shaft. I, too, reached an arm out, hugging him into me for closeness. He flinched when I initially touched him but then excepted it, leaning in to toy with my cock and balls. His clumsy inexperienced hands tugged my length up and down, his fingers poking and prodding me, my cock twitching cock causing him to giggle. My cock leaked precum openly from his curious attention, and I groaned when he began massaging my sack like it was his plaything. He stretched the skin and ran his fingers against my sensitive balls, feeling their size and shape. I dared reach my tentative hand towards his still-covered boycock, curious about what I might find, but I'd barely moved when he twisted his hips away. "Please?" I begged. "You've got your hand on mine. Perhaps I could feel you through your clothes?" Graciously, he turned back to face me again, allowing my hand to at least press against the front of his clothes where his member would be. I felt him, a mound, a stiff, fruit rollup-sized stalk hiding inside. Even without touching him directly, I could feel his cocks heat, a steamy boy dick, baking in his sweaty school clothes all day. "Are you sure you won't let me see it?" I pleaded. "No...I don't want you to," he said, continuing toying with mine. "But you can have this if you want?" He released me from his grip and stuffed his hand down the front of his pants. I watched, confused, as he made no secret that he was rubbing himself, having a thorough root inside his underwear. I was jealous of his hand, moving the hard stalk of his boy cock about. While he fondled himself in front of me, he was careful and deliberate not to show me any skin. "Here..." he finally offered, stretching his exploratory hand back towards me. "What do you want me to do?" "Smell it. " Ben offered. "I just touched my dick." Really? Is this all I get? Still, this was better than nothing. I took his wrist in my hand, his fingertips brushing my nose as I gave them a whiff. I first recognised his salty boy sweat lingering on his hands, the same funk that had been sitting next to me. A fresh, pissy, acrid scent clung to his palm, something I hadn't smelled in a long time. I brushed Ben's hand against my face, still warm from the furnace boiling away inside his undies; his spicy crotch funk of pinenuts and Doritos danced around his fingertips. Mine smelled something like his long ago, a fragrance I'd long since lost to maturity. I sniffed again, the natural scent of a schoolboy like sweet honey and the forgotten smell of green farmland grass. "Do you like it?" Ben asked. "Mmm, you smell wonderful." His young hand found its way back to my penis; I cuddled into him, content with his touching. He was determined to explore me thoroughly, his amateur hand running through my belly hair and swirling my pubes. He gently poked at my balls, feeling them in his hands, feeling every bump and vein along my shaft. I closed my eyes, enjoying the fuckin' heaven of him touching me. I'd barely seen a few inches of this boy's body, and I was already sold. I wanted more, even if I had to pay. "How do I make you cum? " Ben asked. "You can make that white stuff, right?" "I sure can," I replied, "If you keep doing that, it will happen eventually. Sometimes even a little kiss can help." "Like this?" Ben asked, suddenly placing a feather-light peck against my left cheek. It took me a moment to determine why he had just done what he did. He had kissed my face while my penis was in his grasp, but then the penny dropped. "I meant for you to kiss me down there." I pointed. "Ew...I don't wanna kiss you there." "Well, in that case, some more kissing up here can help too." Throwing any remaining caution to the wind, I turned his face towards mine and pressed my lips against his. A surprised whimper escaped him as I felt his impossibly soft cloudy lips against mine. His hand fumbled with my manhood as I pushed my tongue into his mouth. My gears had changed, with me now desiring what I always wanted from a boy his age. I brought my hands to his head, frenching him passionately. His guard was falling, and my tongue was roaming, discovering his flavours of bubble gum and mountain dew. Ben was so precious and young and mine. The skin on his face is so soft and baby smooth, our breaths mingling together. I crept my hand back towards his crotch, hoping the moment was enough to distract him, inching towards his waistband. He murmured something into my lips as my hand skimmed his thigh, causing him to push me away again. "No," he said firmly. I groaned with sexual frustration; I wanted him so badly. Once more, I tried, but his defences were up, swatting my hand away. I could have overpowered him, but I didn't want to scare my new sex thing away, resigning myself to the fact that he didn't want me to touch his penis. Instead, I took another approach, gripping his hardness through his clothes as he had allowed before. Ben muttered into my lips as I squeezed his firm boyrod, feeling it throb in time to his heartbeat. We turned on the couch, me ending up on top of me. He grabbed back at mine as we lay together; I looked down at my prey, a look of wonder and amazement in his eyes. "I said not to touch me, " he pouted, my hand still on his clothed cock. "But your eyes say yes," I said, leaning down. Ben's lips quivered as I kissed Ben again, our legs intertwining. This was what I wanted. This was what I always wanted. Gavin, you son of a bitch. "This is cool..." Ben whispered between breaths. "Hold my cock for a moment..." I gasped. "Hold your hands over the end. I'm going to.." As he did so, my cock erupted, coating his palms with my load. "Ick!" He cried, his hands covered in my gooey cum. He fed his fingers to my mouth, and I graciously licked his salty digits clean, my cock returning to its slumber. "You're perfect, Ben. Gavin is amazing. " "Who is Gavin?" Ben replied. Heh, "who is Gavin?" I chuckled inwardly. --- ** Thank you to all those who have emailed me their support, there will be another part out next week! ** **** feedback always welcome to [email protected] ***
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Thu, 23 Feb 2023 19:18:28 +0000 From: Billie353535 Vegita <[email protected]> Subject: Boys Bordello (adult youth - part 2) Disclaimer: The following contains explicit scenes of male sex and a variety of consensual activities. This story may not be copied or posted to any other websites without explicit permission from the author. If any of this content is offensive to you or illegal to access in your geography, please do not proceed. If you like this story, here are some of my other recent stories https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/confessing-to-father-fred/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/urination/getting-my-medicine/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/doctor-tom/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/camping/tenting-with-sammy/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/taught-by-dad/ **** feedback always welcome to [email protected] *** When Gavin and I were younger, we dated one another for a while but quickly learned that we preferred younger guys. Much younger. Neither of us was interested in men; we were attracted to boys. Our sexual relationship ended soon after, but we remained good friends, even into the workforce. We often spoke of our desires, secretly discussing the cute boys we had seen and what we wanted to do with them. It was such a weight off of our shoulders to be able to share such thoughts, but never in a million years did I think he would know about a place like the one he had shown me last night. I was settling down to a quiet night, thinking about all the beautiful sights and boys at the brothel, relaxing on my couch in my one-bedroom apartment, my mind wandering and pondering over the previous day. I hadn't spoken to Gavin since yesterday; it had been too busy today to talk with him again. Man, the things I'd seen. My eyes were heavy, and I was dozing in my thoughts. I live alone, and with my family living in another town and Gavin rarely coming around, I was surprised when the doorbell rang. It couldn't be Gavin this soon, could it? Had he found a boy for me this quickly? Another ring told me it wasn't by accident, someone was definitely at my door, so I hauled myself up to see who it was. I peered through the fish-eye peephole, discovering a young boy standing on the other side. Was this my boy already? I checked again. Sure enough, a boy was waiting there. I couldn't see him clearly, but he had dark hair and was a school kid of some sort. With no apparent danger, I opened the door to get a better look. "Hi, " the little voice that came out of him said. "I'm selling cookies to fundraise for Grafton Middle School. Wanna buy some?" He stretched a box of cookies towards me, the little entrepreneur putting on his best smile. He was JUST like I had imagined. His dark hair was brown, and he had deep emerald eyes. He wore a hoody and long pants, protecting himself from the cold weather while fulfilling his school's arduous mission. Even though he was in a hoody, the hood was down, and in its place, he wore an oversized red baseball cap, which covered half his face unless he looked directly up at me. He had a large backpack over his shoulders, which looked far too big for his size. Gavin, you bastard, you could have given me some warning. "Cookies, huh?" I replied, eyeing the boy suspiciously. "Do you only have chocolate?" "No, I have lots of others in my bag. I can show you if you want?" "All right then, come on inside and let's see these cookies of yours," I said slyly. Heh, cookies Gavin? So cliche. "I can sell them to you here, mister! I don't want to intrude!" "That's quite all right. Besides, that's where, uh... I keep my money." Without further convincing, he shrugged and followed me inside. I closed the door behind us, the boy dropping his hat and heavy bag to the floor with a thud. Crouched over, he unzipped it, and sure enough, there were dozens more chocolate chip cookies inside. "They're $2 each, " he explained, rummaging towards the bottom of his bag. "I've got chocolate, chocolate chip, white chocolate, and peanuts. You can buy as many as you want. They're for a school field trip!" "Oh yeah? What is your name, kid?" "Ben Knightly. My teachers call me Benjamin when I'm in trouble." "What about your parents? What do they call you?" "Ben usually, but I don't see them much. I stay at school and see them on the holidays." I watched as he stooped almost double into his bag, his little preteen butt bent over before me. God, he was so perfect! He was the perfect size and looked the perfect age. If I didn't think he might scream, I would have thrown him against the wall and started with him right there. Remembering my request, though, I'd asked for a real boy. He was probably as new to all this as I was, and I didn't want to spoil the fantastic job Gavin had done to find this boy for me. I wonder what training the boys went through for something like this to prepare them. I wonder how much Ben already knew about my likes and what we might do together. "I'll buy a few cookies from you, Ben. Take a seat while I find you some money." Ben plopped himself down on one end of my couch, glad to give his tired limbs some respite. He continued digging through his bag, looking for his little money purse. I noticed he looked around him a few times, no doubt scoping my place out. My home is humble and basic, a typical bachelor pad. I don't have a lot of photos or knick-knacks, just a couch and a TV in the lounge, a microwave in the kitchen, with a hallway leading down to my bedroom. God, I was nervous. Was he as scared as I was, knowing we were alone together, with the sky as our limit? Returning to him with my wallet, I took a seat in the spot next to him. He was a boy, all right; the heady aroma from all his walking wafted toward me, his small frame dwarfed by mine now that we were seated together. I hadn't had much experience with boys, but there was something about kids his age. Their bodies were growing up in multiple ways, trying to bridge the gap between childhood innocence and a soon-to-be sexually charged teen. He probably wouldn't want me to treat him like a little kid, but he wasn't yet old enough to have discovered the world of sex. Ben was in a no-boys' land, stuck in the middle, not a child and not yet a teenager. Staring at his sideburns, he still had the soft, smooth skin of a baby; only a few silky strands dangled from his otherwise full head of hair. Boys his age always had a smell, a mixture of peanut butter and BO. He looked hygienic enough, but boys his age always seemed to have that innocent stink. He finished digging through his bag, and a shimmer of something silver and shiny caught my eye from within its depths. "What's that you got in there?" I asked, passing him $8 for the cookies. "Oh, this? It's a Pokemon card. Me and my friends play it at school. " "Pokemon? Isn't that a TV show?" "Yeah, but there is a game for it too! " Ben explained, pulling out a rectangular card. It looked like a baseball card, but instead of a sports player, it had a picture of a circle and a bunch of strange symbols and numbers on it. "My favourite Pokemon is Charmander. When it evolves, it gets bigger and becomes a Charizard! This card is just an energy card, but I've got a Charmander in my bag, too!" He dove down into his bottomless bag to find and show me the Charmander card he liked so much. His youthful enthusiasm was toxic; I had no idea what he was blabbering about, but he certainly had a passion for it. As he searched his bag once, I was less interested in the card he was looking for and more so in his clothing, gradually rising higher as he bent down further. The small of his back was slowly uncovering, his creamy skin and the seam of his white briefs exposed as he searched feverously for his precious cardboard. Eventually, he pulled back up again, showing me his prized card, a little orange-reddish creature, like a small lizard, printed on the front. "This one is my favourite," he explained. "It's a fire Pokémon. It's so cool!" "Is it worth much money? Some cards can be really valuable, can't they?" "This one isn't worth much, but Charizard is! When Charmander gets bigger and stronger, it becomes a Charizard and more powerful! I want to save up and get one! " "Well, this job of yours will certainly help." I winked, hinting at our secret rendevous. "Pays pretty well, I hear." "Huh? I don't get any money from the cookies; that goes to the school." "Not the cookies, I mean the--shit, never mind." He looked confused. He was undoubtedly a good actor. He was playing the part of a naive boy perfectly. "Oh yeah, the cookies! I didn't give them to you yet!" he exclaimed, placing his card to the side and bending again into his bag. This time he almost buried his head in his pack, his arms pulling out a few cookies before plunging again to combine my money with the rest of his haul. Stealing another peek at Ben's rising clothes, the back was now wholly untucked, the real estate of bare white skin growing. I licked my lips as the apex of his little butt crack appeared, a little scoop of butt valley peering over the waistband of his underwear. It was only a hint of the crease, but it looked delectable, my mouth drooling at what more could lurk further below. "Why are you looking?" he said, returning up. "Looking?" "Yeah, you were looking at my butt." "Well... yes, sorry. But, well, that is what we are here for, right? I'm just trying to make the most of it. " "You saw some of my butt, so I should get to see your dick." "I only saw a little bit! My cock for barely a sliver of your crack?" "Yeah, but adults aren't meant to look at boys like that." "So, that is the line you're going with?" I laughed. "I saw my dad in the shower once, but it was only a quick look. Can I see yours?" A line was about to be crossed. I'd been hesitant to do this for years, but the time had come; I was going to show my cock to a minor. Up to now, everything was good honest fun, but I was not at the point between a harmless stranger and something more malicious. "Fine. Go on then." I swallowed, leaning back to give him free access to the front of my jeans. "You take it out," he insisted, staring at the fly of my pants. Here goes, I thought to myself. I unbuckled my belt and unzipped; my sole audience member watched me intently as I became left in just my boxers. Ben's eyes were glued to my groin as I slowly edged those down, too, first showing my furry belly, then my pubes, and finally the root and shaft of my cock. Pushing lower, and with Ben still watching, I released my balls, his unblinking face in awe of my semi-hard adult cock in front of him. "What do you think?" I asked. "It's so big and long, and you have the helmet thing, like mine." "Yours looks like this too?" I asked, thumbing at the tip of my glans. "Sort of. Yours is way bigger. And you have all those hairs." My heart raced as he shuffled closer to me, his brazen hand reaching out, wrapping his slim fingers around my shaft. I, too, reached an arm out, hugging him into me for closeness. He flinched when I initially touched him but then excepted it, leaning in to toy with my cock and balls. His clumsy inexperienced hands tugged my length up and down, his fingers poking and prodding me, my cock twitching cock causing him to giggle. My cock leaked precum openly from his curious attention, and I groaned when he began massaging my sack like it was his plaything. He stretched the skin and ran his fingers against my sensitive balls, feeling their size and shape. I dared reach my tentative hand towards his still-covered boycock, curious about what I might find, but I'd barely moved when he twisted his hips away. "Please?" I begged. "You've got your hand on mine. Perhaps I could feel you through your clothes?" Graciously, he turned back to face me again, allowing my hand to at least press against the front of his clothes where his member would be. I felt him, a mound, a stiff, fruit rollup-sized stalk hiding inside. Even without touching him directly, I could feel his cocks heat, a steamy boy dick, baking in his sweaty school clothes all day. "Are you sure you won't let me see it?" I pleaded. "No...I don't want you to," he said, continuing toying with mine. "But you can have this if you want?" He released me from his grip and stuffed his hand down the front of his pants. I watched, confused, as he made no secret that he was rubbing himself, having a thorough root inside his underwear. I was jealous of his hand, moving the hard stalk of his boy cock about. While he fondled himself in front of me, he was careful and deliberate not to show me any skin. "Here..." he finally offered, stretching his exploratory hand back towards me. "What do you want me to do?" "Smell it. " Ben offered. "I just touched my dick." Really? Is this all I get? Still, this was better than nothing. I took his wrist in my hand, his fingertips brushing my nose as I gave them a whiff. I first recognised his salty boy sweat lingering on his hands, the same funk that had been sitting next to me. A fresh, pissy, acrid scent clung to his palm, something I hadn't smelled in a long time. I brushed Ben's hand against my face, still warm from the furnace boiling away inside his undies; his spicy crotch funk of pinenuts and Doritos danced around his fingertips. Mine smelled something like his long ago, a fragrance I'd long since lost to maturity. I sniffed again, the natural scent of a schoolboy like sweet honey and the forgotten smell of green farmland grass. "Do you like it?" Ben asked. "Mmm, you smell wonderful." His young hand found its way back to my penis; I cuddled into him, content with his touching. He was determined to explore me thoroughly, his amateur hand running through my belly hair and swirling my pubes. He gently poked at my balls, feeling them in his hands, feeling every bump and vein along my shaft. I closed my eyes, enjoying the fuckin' heaven of him touching me. I'd barely seen a few inches of this boy's body, and I was already sold. I wanted more, even if I had to pay. "How do I make you cum? " Ben asked. "You can make that white stuff, right?" "I sure can," I replied, "If you keep doing that, it will happen eventually. Sometimes even a little kiss can help." "Like this?" Ben asked, suddenly placing a feather-light peck against my left cheek. It took me a moment to determine why he had just done what he did. He had kissed my face while my penis was in his grasp, but then the penny dropped. "I meant for you to kiss me down there." I pointed. "Ew...I don't wanna kiss you there." "Well, in that case, some more kissing up here can help too." Throwing any remaining caution to the wind, I turned his face towards mine and pressed my lips against his. A surprised whimper escaped him as I felt his impossibly soft cloudy lips against mine. His hand fumbled with my manhood as I pushed my tongue into his mouth. My gears had changed, with me now desiring what I always wanted from a boy his age. I brought my hands to his head, frenching him passionately. His guard was falling, and my tongue was roaming, discovering his flavours of bubble gum and mountain dew. Ben was so precious and young and mine. The skin on his face is so soft and baby smooth, our breaths mingling together. I crept my hand back towards his crotch, hoping the moment was enough to distract him, inching towards his waistband. He murmured something into my lips as my hand skimmed his thigh, causing him to push me away again. "No," he said firmly. I groaned with sexual frustration; I wanted him so badly. Once more, I tried, but his defences were up, swatting my hand away. I could have overpowered him, but I didn't want to scare my new sex thing away, resigning myself to the fact that he didn't want me to touch his penis. Instead, I took another approach, gripping his hardness through his clothes as he had allowed before. Ben muttered into my lips as I squeezed his firm boyrod, feeling it throb in time to his heartbeat. We turned on the couch, me ending up on top of me. He grabbed back at mine as we lay together; I looked down at my prey, a look of wonder and amazement in his eyes. "I said not to touch me, " he pouted, my hand still on his clothed cock. "But your eyes say yes," I said, leaning down. Ben's lips quivered as I kissed Ben again, our legs intertwining. This was what I wanted. This was what I always wanted. Gavin, you son of a bitch. "This is cool..." Ben whispered between breaths. "Hold my cock for a moment..." I gasped. "Hold your hands over the end. I'm going to.." As he did so, my cock erupted, coating his palms with my load. "Ick!" He cried, his hands covered in my gooey cum. He fed his fingers to my mouth, and I graciously licked his salty digits clean, my cock returning to its slumber. "You're perfect, Ben. Gavin is amazing. " "Who is Gavin?" Ben replied. Heh, "who is Gavin?" I chuckled inwardly. --- ** Thank you to all those who have emailed me their support, there will be another part out next week! ** **** feedback always welcome to [email protected] *** </[email protected]> </div></div>
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Date: Sun, 29 Dec 2019 21:45:01 +0000 From: Dade Murphy Subject: Football Fuckers Chapter 1 Football Fuckers 1 -- After the Match At just 21, Trent Alexander Arnold was riding high. He had a champion's league medal to his name, had just added a world club cup medal to his collection, and the best Liverpool team in years was closing in on a premiership title. He'd also just scored in the club's 4-0 drubbing of Leicester City, and got himself a couple of assists, too. He was sweaty and knackered, but that couldn't keep the smile from his pretty face as he headed down into the King Power Stadium dressing rooms, having just finished lapping up the applause and cheers from the travelling fans. His muscular legs were starting to ache a little and he could feel he'd put a shift in, but it was all worth it for the result. Before he got very far into the tunnel under the dugout, he heard a couple of voices call out in his direction. "Over here, Trent ... Give us a minute, will ya?" "Quick word, mate," came another voice. "Title's sewn up now, surely?" Trent looked up and saw three or four TV journalists all clamouring for his attention. It was just about the last thing he wanted to do, but there was no avoiding media duties. He made his way over, flashed his cute smile, and talked them through the match in his distinctive, scouse accent. He left with the man of the match award and the journalists hanging on his every word. There was no doubt he was becoming the breakout star of the Liverpool team. Finally, he made it through the throng of hangers-on and club staff in the tunnel, and pushed the door open into the away changing rooms. He was hit by a wall of noise, hot steam from the showers and the musky, sweaty smell of fit men after a tough game. The boss was talking to each player individually, debriefing them on their performances. Some players were getting massages and warming down. Everyone was in a state of undress and hyped up after their win. Trent made his way over to where he kept his bags and change of clothes. He kept his head up, careful not to linger on the half-naked and naked bodies all around him. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the muscular, stocky frame of James Milner, towelling himself off. The stray water was running in mini-waterfalls off his toned pecs and across his lightly-haired six pack, then down over his impressively thick, coke-can cock. Then, there was the swinging dick of the smooth Robert Firmino. The Brazilian star was not shy at all about showing off his big package, which was swinging freely from leg to leg, as he stood talking animatedly to one of the coaches. It was longer than Milner's and a bit thinner, but the light pink head on the caramel-colours shaft was super enticing nonetheless. It was one thing winning medals and plaudits, but for Trent, these dressing room scenes were half the reward for hitting the big time. He'd known he was into lads as well as lasses forever, even if he didn't have much experience -- just constant raging hormones. Any horny 21-year-old would kill to be in the dressing room of a premier league club, and here he was, amongst some of the hottest studs around. As he made his way to where his bags were hanging, he let his mind wander to that long dick of Firmino's. In his mind the locker room was empty, he'd got down on both knees and was looking up at the star striker, the tip of his uncut cock grazing Trent's wet red, parted lips, just waiting for an eager tongue to... "Alright, lad?" interrupted a familiar north-east voice from over his shoulder. Fuck, Trent thought, trying to hide the chubby developing in his compression pants. "Alright, Hendo," he said, a bit shyly. "What's up, mate?" "Nothing, lad," the captain replied. "Just wanted to say what a good performance that was today. Goals, assists, the lot. You did well." Jordan Henderson, the tall, muscly, commanding Liverpool captain put a hand out and rested it on Trent's shoulder. Trent shuddered at the strong grip and the funky smell of sweat that was wafting off him. He was captain was undoubtedly the boss of the dressing room, and a fucking alpha male stud if Trent had ever seen one. Firmino vanished from his mind -- he knew that Hendo had a massive dick, and if the rumours about him were true, he knew how to use it. "No worries, boss," said Trent. "Team effort, right?" "That's right," Hendo said, moving in even closer. But Trent noticed his smile begin to fade and turn down at the corners. "There was just one problem." Trent gave a nervous laugh. He'd done everything asked of him on the pitch -- he hadn't fucked up at all, not even one stray pass. "What's that, cap?" "You might wanna mention your team mates when you're getting interviewed big shot. You're not the only star of the show, here, geddit?" With one swift movement Hendo reached down with his free, left hand and grabbed Trent's dick through his shorts, squeezing and twisting hard. Trent gasped at the sharp pain to his growing dick, panicked at the sudden change in Hendo's tone. "Fuck, I'm sorry mate I must have forgot, alright, chill..." he said, as he squirmed under the captain's grip. Hendo stared him out for a second, his hand firmly clasped on Trent's meat. Suddenly, though, he let go, and the menacing smirk turned back into a smile. "Don't forget next time, mate. Yeah?" Henderson gave Trent a gentle slap around the head and turned away to go into the showers, peeling off his sweaty top as he did so. A couple of the lads looked up, but didn't offer much in the way of help. Not many of the boys were willing to stand up to Hendo, or get in the way when he had a bee in his bonnet. Trent was left clutching his sore knob. Jesus, he, thought. Fucking nutjob. He picked up his towel and started to undress. He wasn't sure whether he was pissed off or turned on, or a bit of both. Hendo was a mean bastard sometimes, but a fucking hot one, too. Even though he was embarrassed to be put in his place like that, it felt fucking amazing to have the captains hand on his cock. Anyway, Trent headed into the showers, and tried to forget that a bit of the shine had just been taken off his performance. He began soaping up, massaging his developing abs and pecs and gently washing his balls and dick. He wasn't the biggest lad in the world, but fully-up, his light-brown dick was at least 7 inches, and his bouncing balls hung nice and low. Not that he let himself get too worked up in the shower. Hunky Egyptian, Mo Salah, was right beside him. "Ignore him," Mo said, in his heavy accent. "He give you any trouble, you come to me." Trent just nodded, and Mo exited the shower, giving him a quick slap on the arse. It was all Trent could do not to cum right there and then. * After showering and getting changed, Trent was just about the last one ready, and practically getting kicked out of the changing rooms by the Liverpool staff and Leicester club reps. He signed a few autographs outside the ground as he made his way onto the coach, then hopped up onto the steps and into the dark interior. A few of the lads grumbled about having to wait for the princess to get ready, but he just laughed it off. Being late, though, he ended up without anyone to sit next to, so headed to the very back of the bus on his own. Suits me, he thought, as he settled into the plush leather seat. His tired limbs were looking forward to the relaxing journey home to Liverpool, and he didn't really fancy talking to anyone, anyway. He put on his headphones and settled in, letting the music wash over him. Now his mind was truly free to wander; he closed his eyes and pulled up the mental photographs of the swinging dicks he'd seen in the dressing room and before long he could feel the strain of his cock pressing against his briefs. The coach was dark and there was no one else in the row next to him, so he let his horny thoughts take over. He rested his hands just under the rim of his tracks bottoms, and traced his hand gently over the growing mound in his club-red Liverpool briefs. He let out a little whimper of desire as he remembered Salah's hand briefly on his arse. Fuck, he thought, how long is it till we get back? He let his hand slip into the briefs and clasp his stiff prick. He gave a couple of gentle jerks, pulling the foreskin back and forward so that he could feel the wetness of pre-cum slick his hand and the fabric of his underwear. All the while the music played and his eyes stayed closed, oblivious to his surroundings. Trent moved his hips back and forward a little, getting himself into a rhythm with the music and the coach. His mouth was practically drooling. Milner in one hand, he imagined, Firmino in the other. Who was he going to suck first in his first-team fantasy? He gripped his dick harder with his right hand, and his left hand dived in to cradle his own balls. They felt heavy and full -- it had been a couple of days since his girlfriend had last noshed him off. And to be honest, it wasn't even as good as his own hand. Hmmm, fuck lads, he thought, I'm gonna have both of you cumming when I'm done. Suddenly, though, the dirty fantasies were rudely interrupted, and he came crashing back into the real world just as his headphones went crashing onto the floor of the coach. "Oi oi!" the familiar, north-east voice grunted. "What do we have here, then, pretty boy?" ** Thanks for reading -- would love to hear any feedback. Part 2 coming soon!
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Sun, 29 Dec 2019 21:45:01 +0000 From: Dade Murphy <[email protected]> Subject: Football Fuckers Chapter 1 Football Fuckers 1 -- After the Match At just 21, Trent Alexander Arnold was riding high. He had a champion's league medal to his name, had just added a world club cup medal to his collection, and the best Liverpool team in years was closing in on a premiership title. He'd also just scored in the club's 4-0 drubbing of Leicester City, and got himself a couple of assists, too. He was sweaty and knackered, but that couldn't keep the smile from his pretty face as he headed down into the King Power Stadium dressing rooms, having just finished lapping up the applause and cheers from the travelling fans. His muscular legs were starting to ache a little and he could feel he'd put a shift in, but it was all worth it for the result. Before he got very far into the tunnel under the dugout, he heard a couple of voices call out in his direction. "Over here, Trent ... Give us a minute, will ya?" "Quick word, mate," came another voice. "Title's sewn up now, surely?" Trent looked up and saw three or four TV journalists all clamouring for his attention. It was just about the last thing he wanted to do, but there was no avoiding media duties. He made his way over, flashed his cute smile, and talked them through the match in his distinctive, scouse accent. He left with the man of the match award and the journalists hanging on his every word. There was no doubt he was becoming the breakout star of the Liverpool team. Finally, he made it through the throng of hangers-on and club staff in the tunnel, and pushed the door open into the away changing rooms. He was hit by a wall of noise, hot steam from the showers and the musky, sweaty smell of fit men after a tough game. The boss was talking to each player individually, debriefing them on their performances. Some players were getting massages and warming down. Everyone was in a state of undress and hyped up after their win. Trent made his way over to where he kept his bags and change of clothes. He kept his head up, careful not to linger on the half-naked and naked bodies all around him. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the muscular, stocky frame of James Milner, towelling himself off. The stray water was running in mini-waterfalls off his toned pecs and across his lightly-haired six pack, then down over his impressively thick, coke-can cock. Then, there was the swinging dick of the smooth Robert Firmino. The Brazilian star was not shy at all about showing off his big package, which was swinging freely from leg to leg, as he stood talking animatedly to one of the coaches. It was longer than Milner's and a bit thinner, but the light pink head on the caramel-colours shaft was super enticing nonetheless. It was one thing winning medals and plaudits, but for Trent, these dressing room scenes were half the reward for hitting the big time. He'd known he was into lads as well as lasses forever, even if he didn't have much experience -- just constant raging hormones. Any horny 21-year-old would kill to be in the dressing room of a premier league club, and here he was, amongst some of the hottest studs around. As he made his way to where his bags were hanging, he let his mind wander to that long dick of Firmino's. In his mind the locker room was empty, he'd got down on both knees and was looking up at the star striker, the tip of his uncut cock grazing Trent's wet red, parted lips, just waiting for an eager tongue to... "Alright, lad?" interrupted a familiar north-east voice from over his shoulder. Fuck, Trent thought, trying to hide the chubby developing in his compression pants. "Alright, Hendo," he said, a bit shyly. "What's up, mate?" "Nothing, lad," the captain replied. "Just wanted to say what a good performance that was today. Goals, assists, the lot. You did well." Jordan Henderson, the tall, muscly, commanding Liverpool captain put a hand out and rested it on Trent's shoulder. Trent shuddered at the strong grip and the funky smell of sweat that was wafting off him. He was captain was undoubtedly the boss of the dressing room, and a fucking alpha male stud if Trent had ever seen one. Firmino vanished from his mind -- he knew that Hendo had a massive dick, and if the rumours about him were true, he knew how to use it. "No worries, boss," said Trent. "Team effort, right?" "That's right," Hendo said, moving in even closer. But Trent noticed his smile begin to fade and turn down at the corners. "There was just one problem." Trent gave a nervous laugh. He'd done everything asked of him on the pitch -- he hadn't fucked up at all, not even one stray pass. "What's that, cap?" "You might wanna mention your team mates when you're getting interviewed big shot. You're not the only star of the show, here, geddit?" With one swift movement Hendo reached down with his free, left hand and grabbed Trent's dick through his shorts, squeezing and twisting hard. Trent gasped at the sharp pain to his growing dick, panicked at the sudden change in Hendo's tone. "Fuck, I'm sorry mate I must have forgot, alright, chill..." he said, as he squirmed under the captain's grip. Hendo stared him out for a second, his hand firmly clasped on Trent's meat. Suddenly, though, he let go, and the menacing smirk turned back into a smile. "Don't forget next time, mate. Yeah?" Henderson gave Trent a gentle slap around the head and turned away to go into the showers, peeling off his sweaty top as he did so. A couple of the lads looked up, but didn't offer much in the way of help. Not many of the boys were willing to stand up to Hendo, or get in the way when he had a bee in his bonnet. Trent was left clutching his sore knob. Jesus, he, thought. Fucking nutjob. He picked up his towel and started to undress. He wasn't sure whether he was pissed off or turned on, or a bit of both. Hendo was a mean bastard sometimes, but a fucking hot one, too. Even though he was embarrassed to be put in his place like that, it felt fucking amazing to have the captains hand on his cock. Anyway, Trent headed into the showers, and tried to forget that a bit of the shine had just been taken off his performance. He began soaping up, massaging his developing abs and pecs and gently washing his balls and dick. He wasn't the biggest lad in the world, but fully-up, his light-brown dick was at least 7 inches, and his bouncing balls hung nice and low. Not that he let himself get too worked up in the shower. Hunky Egyptian, Mo Salah, was right beside him. "Ignore him," Mo said, in his heavy accent. "He give you any trouble, you come to me." Trent just nodded, and Mo exited the shower, giving him a quick slap on the arse. It was all Trent could do not to cum right there and then. * After showering and getting changed, Trent was just about the last one ready, and practically getting kicked out of the changing rooms by the Liverpool staff and Leicester club reps. He signed a few autographs outside the ground as he made his way onto the coach, then hopped up onto the steps and into the dark interior. A few of the lads grumbled about having to wait for the princess to get ready, but he just laughed it off. Being late, though, he ended up without anyone to sit next to, so headed to the very back of the bus on his own. Suits me, he thought, as he settled into the plush leather seat. His tired limbs were looking forward to the relaxing journey home to Liverpool, and he didn't really fancy talking to anyone, anyway. He put on his headphones and settled in, letting the music wash over him. Now his mind was truly free to wander; he closed his eyes and pulled up the mental photographs of the swinging dicks he'd seen in the dressing room and before long he could feel the strain of his cock pressing against his briefs. The coach was dark and there was no one else in the row next to him, so he let his horny thoughts take over. He rested his hands just under the rim of his tracks bottoms, and traced his hand gently over the growing mound in his club-red Liverpool briefs. He let out a little whimper of desire as he remembered Salah's hand briefly on his arse. Fuck, he thought, how long is it till we get back? He let his hand slip into the briefs and clasp his stiff prick. He gave a couple of gentle jerks, pulling the foreskin back and forward so that he could feel the wetness of pre-cum slick his hand and the fabric of his underwear. All the while the music played and his eyes stayed closed, oblivious to his surroundings. Trent moved his hips back and forward a little, getting himself into a rhythm with the music and the coach. His mouth was practically drooling. Milner in one hand, he imagined, Firmino in the other. Who was he going to suck first in his first-team fantasy? He gripped his dick harder with his right hand, and his left hand dived in to cradle his own balls. They felt heavy and full -- it had been a couple of days since his girlfriend had last noshed him off. And to be honest, it wasn't even as good as his own hand. Hmmm, fuck lads, he thought, I'm gonna have both of you cumming when I'm done. Suddenly, though, the dirty fantasies were rudely interrupted, and he came crashing back into the real world just as his headphones went crashing onto the floor of the coach. "Oi oi!" the familiar, north-east voice grunted. "What do we have here, then, pretty boy?" ** Thanks for reading -- would love to hear any feedback. Part 2 coming soon! </[email protected]> </div></div>
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Date: Thu, 23 May 2024 10:02:12 +0000 From: Billie353535 Vegita Subject: Boys got talent part 5 (adult-youth?) Disclaimer: The following contains explicit scenes of male sex and a variety of consensual activities. This story may not be copied or posted to any other websites without explicit permission from the author. If any of this content is offensive to you or illegal to access in your geography, please do not proceed. **************************************************************** ** I love that so many enjoy this series, as always happy to hear your thoughts ** ** feedback always welcome to [email protected] ** **************************************************************** There is nothing quite like spooning a sweet eleven-year-old boy, lying in his bed inside his inner sanctuary, with his belongings and all his childhood things surrounding us. Posters of all his favourite shows and people were up on the walls, looking like giant dark squares as we snuggled together in the dark. Liam had his back pressed into me, my arm draped over his slight frame as we talked and talked and talked. We were certainly warm enough with his duvet and our two hot bodies being so closely packed. His steamy skin felt like a smooth, hot water bottle as it rubbed against mine. "Did you enjoy yourself tonight, Liam?" I whispered into his ear. "Did you like me making you cum?" "Yeah... " Liam sighed beside me. "You did it twice. I never knew my thing could do that. You're real good at it." "I've had a bit more practice than you. I started early." His bed wasn't designed for a grown man like me, but we snuggled with my chest against his back, finding just enough space to share. Liam hadn't bothered to get into his pyjamas after his shower, so we were laying near naked together, him in just his skin, my cock lurking in a lonely pair of boxers, straining from being close to getting what it ultimately desired. I looked at the back of his head, or at least what little I could see of it in the gloom; his hairline ending, the tiny downy hair on the back of his neck; how lucky was I to be with someone so young? "When did you start doing this stuff, Dave?" He asked, "Like, what age?" "One of my friend's older brothers showed me how to do it when I was around the same age as you. I was an early bloomer, meaning I could already cum by your age. Proper cum. He showed me, and I never really stopped since." "Do you think I'll be able to do it soon?" "I don't think so, Liam. You're quite a long way off in development compared to when I was your age. I think you're a long way off of any of that." The ridge of my erection protruded against Liam's back as he shifted, my hardness shielded only by the cotton of my boxers. After the tongue bath I had given his young hole earlier, I was still determined to try to get inside him tonight, conscious of how he might be getting tired as the night grew later. "Do you think my friends can?" Liam asked. "Cum, I mean? Some probably could, right?" "Every boy is different, Liam. Some might be able to, but I don't really know them. Different things can speed up the process. Genetics. Stresses. Pressures. Just what we have done together can jump-start your body to grow." "I want to be able to cum like you, but dunno if I want all that hair and other stuff." Liam moaned contently as he wriggled in his bed, his bare butt finding the coarse hairs of my legs as he moved it around. His small hands took my arm that was already cuddling him and dragged it over further, not satisfied until I had his body entirely enveloped. "Hold me," Liam sighed. "I am." "No, I mean here," Liam said, rubbing his soft cock across my palm. "Hold my wiener. I don't have a boner anymore, but I still like it. Having your hand on it makes me feel safe." "Do you like me holding it?" Is that why you cum so quickly when I touch you?" "Maybe..." I cupped his tiny package in my hand, more than happy to oblige. He seemed to settle more with his soft little boycock in my clutches, his body taking a deep breath as his sack melted into my fingers. "Liam?" I whispered, rolling his little balls around in my hand. "I still want to fuck you. I want to try." "Oh..." I waited for an answer, continuing to manipulate his young cock in my hand. It grew a little, but it seemed he no longer had the energy to get a boy boner; he was just content for me to fondle him even though he wasn't fully hard. As I felt him up, I could feel everything his 5th-grade bits had--his tired balls, his little cock, and even the end of his foreskin, which had returned to its natural state. Despite belonging to a rugged eleven-year-old boy, everything was so much more delicate now that he was flaccid. His permission to touch him in such a private place was enough to make my cock cry out more than ever. "The tonguing I gave you earlier will help me fit inside you," I continued, still playing with my sexy boy. "And if you stay relaxed, I should be able to at least penetrate you. Please, Liam. I won't be able to sleep until I try." "If you already had your tongue in me, why do you still want to put your thing in me, too?" His weary, stubborn side was coming out, but being the adult, it was time to put my foot down. I removed my hand from him, freed my cock from my boxers, and pressed it against the peak of his crack. "Because I need it, Liam. Sometimes, in a relationship like this, you need to share. I made you feel good, and now I need to feel good, too." Liam shifted next to me, realising my intentions. I still intended to be as gentle as I could and as slow as I could, but he knew I had waited long enough. I could feel him physically tense beside me as I moved my hand back around towards his butt. He shifted under the covers, but with one arm still hugging him, he knew it was my turn. "Will it still hurt?" Liam asked, his voice wavering. "Yes, I won't say it won't hurt, but I'll do what I can to prepare you. I've wanted to fuck you since I first saw you perform for me. I felt your insides, and now I want to feel your insides by pushing my cock as deep as you can take it." I started with a finger, crooking it down the shier crease of his ass until I felt the knot of his narrow boy button. Liam straightened his back the moment he felt my finger at his backdoor, moaning quietly as I rubbed a finger around the super-sensitive skin. "Is this your hole?" "Is this your hole?" I asked, gently pushing, searching for a way inside. "Yeah, ouch," he muttered. I managed to sink past the first knuckle relatively easily, feeling the slick wetness of my spit from earlier within his insides. The dark warmth of his hole resisted me once I reached the second knuckle, so I introduced the moist pocket to a second finger, his whole body stiffening as it entered. "Ow! " Liam yelped. "Owie...that hurts..." "Shh. I'm sorry. Try to relax, and let me in. I'm just trying to stretch you out a bit first." "That's not even your thing yet?" "Not yet. Just my fingers. Think of it as getting ready for the gym. We need to get your butt muscles nice and supple. " Just like your legs, you feel discomfort as you stretch; just like your legs, we can do the same down here." Liam was beginning to take deeper breaths as I probed his backdoor, panting as he endured me, the brave little boy being prepared for his first cock. He whimpered against me as I delved a little deeper, the schlick schlick of my moving finger's within him becoming audible as I probed little by little. His sphincter muscle tried to repel me as I slowly spread it; like a rubber band, it resisted, but gradually, I worked my way further in. With his legs wriggling against mine, he did his best to cope with what I was doing, his hole gently suctioning my fingers until I eventually pulled them free. "I'm going to push my cock inside you now, Liam. Try to relax; otherwise, it will hurt more." I pressed my cock against his crease and traced the same journey my finger had just taken down his bum valley until I felt the inner heat of his virgin hole. Pushing between, I could feel the indent of my earlier work--the tip of my cock nudging against the dimple I had just created, sinking into the buttery-soft hole of the preteen lying next to me. "That's your penis..." Liam muttered as he felt it, "It's going in me." "Yes, it is, Liam. That's my penis. Try to push it out so I can slide it inside you. Here it comes." Bracing him with my arm, I shifted my hips up against his butt, pushing the air out of his lungs. An explosion of heat and tightness wrapped around the head of my cock as it entered his folds, Liam letting out a squeak but remaining still as I pushed further in. His body was like a warm, hot glove enveloping my shaft, his hole seemingly bottomless, allowing my entry without repeal. "Fuck Liam, your ass is swallowing me whole." "You're so big. I'm so full. It hurts." "I'm sorry, Liam; I don't mean to hurt you. I just want to see if you can take a little bit more." Liam whimpered as I fed the rest into him, the snugness of his tunnel clenching down as it was firmly but fully filled. His body vibrated around my hardness as it steamed in his boy oven, and I took his hand and held it to reassure him that everything was okay. "You're so fucking tight, Liam. I've fucked women, but I've never fucked a boy like you. So, so fucking tight." I pulled back and gave a short, sharp shove, Liam grunting, his hand squeezing mine as he took his very first thrust. Wrapped in a blanket with me behind him, he took it well, a second and third hump following soon after, his voicebox matching each time with a gentle huff. "Oof.." Liam grunted again as he felt me sink into him. The feeling of him around was magic--his naked body keeping things warm, the grip and vacuum of his hole tugging at my cock. Each time I would pull out, the suction of the space left behind felt like it was trying to pull me back; every fuck still needed a bit of a shove, his hole trying to close around me. "Are you okay there, little guy?" I panted. "Yeah. Ooh, you're fucking me." "I am. Do you like being fucked?" "It's okay...I like your big cock in me." Our bodies rubbed together in harmony at his words; the limited space in bed was just enough to keep my urges under control so that we could both enjoy our first time. Each time our bodies met, the gentle slap of my legs bouncing against his buns announced another penetration, Liam mostly quiet as I took his virginity. He would make quiet moans when I would pull out in a certain way, making puffs of air when I slid right back in. In a way, it was hot that he was so quiet, with me breathing all over his neck, trying to make it last as long as I could. "Does it still hurt the little guy?" "It's okay now. Just a bit stingy..." "Good. I'm going to cum inside you soon; then we're done. I'm going to cum inside your sweet little boy ass." "Dave? Where does your cum go after it goes in me?" "It can stay there. Some might leak out overnight, but we can clean you in the morning. How does that sound?" "I like it. I will have your stuff in me all night." The plat-plat of my fucks got more urgent as I reached my limit, Liam letting me do my thing, waiting for my cum as I had my way with him. The bed creaked under our combined weight, Liam pushed up against the side of the bed, the wetness around his rim making it easily slippery for each pass. The space in his insides had barely stretched since I started, the pull of his silky walls still giving me pleasure as my shaft, his channel like no other. I plunged in for the final time, my balls clenching hard beneath me. The inner limit of Liam's hole pushed back as I held myself in place, my arm wrapped around his chest, as I went all the way in. Liam grunted as I held him tight as I came, my cock pulsing and throbbing, injecting him with what boys his age rarely received. "Oh god...here it comes, Liam. Do you feel it?" "Yeah... " Liam moaned. "Mmm, you were such a good fuck, Liam. I'm so glad you let me do that to you." As my cock's pulses slowed, the last remnants oozed out, creaming around his rim. I pulled free and wiped myself clean, Liam content and falling asleep beside me barely seconds later. **************************************************************** ** I love that so many enjoy this series, as always happy to hear your thoughts ** ** feedback always welcome to [email protected] ** ****************************************************************
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Thu, 23 May 2024 10:02:12 +0000 From: Billie353535 Vegita <[email protected]> Subject: Boys got talent part 5 (adult-youth?) Disclaimer: The following contains explicit scenes of male sex and a variety of consensual activities. This story may not be copied or posted to any other websites without explicit permission from the author. If any of this content is offensive to you or illegal to access in your geography, please do not proceed. **************************************************************** ** I love that so many enjoy this series, as always happy to hear your thoughts ** ** feedback always welcome to [email protected] ** **************************************************************** There is nothing quite like spooning a sweet eleven-year-old boy, lying in his bed inside his inner sanctuary, with his belongings and all his childhood things surrounding us. Posters of all his favourite shows and people were up on the walls, looking like giant dark squares as we snuggled together in the dark. Liam had his back pressed into me, my arm draped over his slight frame as we talked and talked and talked. We were certainly warm enough with his duvet and our two hot bodies being so closely packed. His steamy skin felt like a smooth, hot water bottle as it rubbed against mine. "Did you enjoy yourself tonight, Liam?" I whispered into his ear. "Did you like me making you cum?" "Yeah... " Liam sighed beside me. "You did it twice. I never knew my thing could do that. You're real good at it." "I've had a bit more practice than you. I started early." His bed wasn't designed for a grown man like me, but we snuggled with my chest against his back, finding just enough space to share. Liam hadn't bothered to get into his pyjamas after his shower, so we were laying near naked together, him in just his skin, my cock lurking in a lonely pair of boxers, straining from being close to getting what it ultimately desired. I looked at the back of his head, or at least what little I could see of it in the gloom; his hairline ending, the tiny downy hair on the back of his neck; how lucky was I to be with someone so young? "When did you start doing this stuff, Dave?" He asked, "Like, what age?" "One of my friend's older brothers showed me how to do it when I was around the same age as you. I was an early bloomer, meaning I could already cum by your age. Proper cum. He showed me, and I never really stopped since." "Do you think I'll be able to do it soon?" "I don't think so, Liam. You're quite a long way off in development compared to when I was your age. I think you're a long way off of any of that." The ridge of my erection protruded against Liam's back as he shifted, my hardness shielded only by the cotton of my boxers. After the tongue bath I had given his young hole earlier, I was still determined to try to get inside him tonight, conscious of how he might be getting tired as the night grew later. "Do you think my friends can?" Liam asked. "Cum, I mean? Some probably could, right?" "Every boy is different, Liam. Some might be able to, but I don't really know them. Different things can speed up the process. Genetics. Stresses. Pressures. Just what we have done together can jump-start your body to grow." "I want to be able to cum like you, but dunno if I want all that hair and other stuff." Liam moaned contently as he wriggled in his bed, his bare butt finding the coarse hairs of my legs as he moved it around. His small hands took my arm that was already cuddling him and dragged it over further, not satisfied until I had his body entirely enveloped. "Hold me," Liam sighed. "I am." "No, I mean here," Liam said, rubbing his soft cock across my palm. "Hold my wiener. I don't have a boner anymore, but I still like it. Having your hand on it makes me feel safe." "Do you like me holding it?" Is that why you cum so quickly when I touch you?" "Maybe..." I cupped his tiny package in my hand, more than happy to oblige. He seemed to settle more with his soft little boycock in my clutches, his body taking a deep breath as his sack melted into my fingers. "Liam?" I whispered, rolling his little balls around in my hand. "I still want to fuck you. I want to try." "Oh..." I waited for an answer, continuing to manipulate his young cock in my hand. It grew a little, but it seemed he no longer had the energy to get a boy boner; he was just content for me to fondle him even though he wasn't fully hard. As I felt him up, I could feel everything his 5th-grade bits had--his tired balls, his little cock, and even the end of his foreskin, which had returned to its natural state. Despite belonging to a rugged eleven-year-old boy, everything was so much more delicate now that he was flaccid. His permission to touch him in such a private place was enough to make my cock cry out more than ever. "The tonguing I gave you earlier will help me fit inside you," I continued, still playing with my sexy boy. "And if you stay relaxed, I should be able to at least penetrate you. Please, Liam. I won't be able to sleep until I try." "If you already had your tongue in me, why do you still want to put your thing in me, too?" His weary, stubborn side was coming out, but being the adult, it was time to put my foot down. I removed my hand from him, freed my cock from my boxers, and pressed it against the peak of his crack. "Because I need it, Liam. Sometimes, in a relationship like this, you need to share. I made you feel good, and now I need to feel good, too." Liam shifted next to me, realising my intentions. I still intended to be as gentle as I could and as slow as I could, but he knew I had waited long enough. I could feel him physically tense beside me as I moved my hand back around towards his butt. He shifted under the covers, but with one arm still hugging him, he knew it was my turn. "Will it still hurt?" Liam asked, his voice wavering. "Yes, I won't say it won't hurt, but I'll do what I can to prepare you. I've wanted to fuck you since I first saw you perform for me. I felt your insides, and now I want to feel your insides by pushing my cock as deep as you can take it." I started with a finger, crooking it down the shier crease of his ass until I felt the knot of his narrow boy button. Liam straightened his back the moment he felt my finger at his backdoor, moaning quietly as I rubbed a finger around the super-sensitive skin. "Is this your hole?" "Is this your hole?" I asked, gently pushing, searching for a way inside. "Yeah, ouch," he muttered. I managed to sink past the first knuckle relatively easily, feeling the slick wetness of my spit from earlier within his insides. The dark warmth of his hole resisted me once I reached the second knuckle, so I introduced the moist pocket to a second finger, his whole body stiffening as it entered. "Ow! " Liam yelped. "Owie...that hurts..." "Shh. I'm sorry. Try to relax, and let me in. I'm just trying to stretch you out a bit first." "That's not even your thing yet?" "Not yet. Just my fingers. Think of it as getting ready for the gym. We need to get your butt muscles nice and supple. " Just like your legs, you feel discomfort as you stretch; just like your legs, we can do the same down here." Liam was beginning to take deeper breaths as I probed his backdoor, panting as he endured me, the brave little boy being prepared for his first cock. He whimpered against me as I delved a little deeper, the schlick schlick of my moving finger's within him becoming audible as I probed little by little. His sphincter muscle tried to repel me as I slowly spread it; like a rubber band, it resisted, but gradually, I worked my way further in. With his legs wriggling against mine, he did his best to cope with what I was doing, his hole gently suctioning my fingers until I eventually pulled them free. "I'm going to push my cock inside you now, Liam. Try to relax; otherwise, it will hurt more." I pressed my cock against his crease and traced the same journey my finger had just taken down his bum valley until I felt the inner heat of his virgin hole. Pushing between, I could feel the indent of my earlier work--the tip of my cock nudging against the dimple I had just created, sinking into the buttery-soft hole of the preteen lying next to me. "That's your penis..." Liam muttered as he felt it, "It's going in me." "Yes, it is, Liam. That's my penis. Try to push it out so I can slide it inside you. Here it comes." Bracing him with my arm, I shifted my hips up against his butt, pushing the air out of his lungs. An explosion of heat and tightness wrapped around the head of my cock as it entered his folds, Liam letting out a squeak but remaining still as I pushed further in. His body was like a warm, hot glove enveloping my shaft, his hole seemingly bottomless, allowing my entry without repeal. "Fuck Liam, your ass is swallowing me whole." "You're so big. I'm so full. It hurts." "I'm sorry, Liam; I don't mean to hurt you. I just want to see if you can take a little bit more." Liam whimpered as I fed the rest into him, the snugness of his tunnel clenching down as it was firmly but fully filled. His body vibrated around my hardness as it steamed in his boy oven, and I took his hand and held it to reassure him that everything was okay. "You're so fucking tight, Liam. I've fucked women, but I've never fucked a boy like you. So, so fucking tight." I pulled back and gave a short, sharp shove, Liam grunting, his hand squeezing mine as he took his very first thrust. Wrapped in a blanket with me behind him, he took it well, a second and third hump following soon after, his voicebox matching each time with a gentle huff. "Oof.." Liam grunted again as he felt me sink into him. The feeling of him around was magic--his naked body keeping things warm, the grip and vacuum of his hole tugging at my cock. Each time I would pull out, the suction of the space left behind felt like it was trying to pull me back; every fuck still needed a bit of a shove, his hole trying to close around me. "Are you okay there, little guy?" I panted. "Yeah. Ooh, you're fucking me." "I am. Do you like being fucked?" "It's okay...I like your big cock in me." Our bodies rubbed together in harmony at his words; the limited space in bed was just enough to keep my urges under control so that we could both enjoy our first time. Each time our bodies met, the gentle slap of my legs bouncing against his buns announced another penetration, Liam mostly quiet as I took his virginity. He would make quiet moans when I would pull out in a certain way, making puffs of air when I slid right back in. In a way, it was hot that he was so quiet, with me breathing all over his neck, trying to make it last as long as I could. "Does it still hurt the little guy?" "It's okay now. Just a bit stingy..." "Good. I'm going to cum inside you soon; then we're done. I'm going to cum inside your sweet little boy ass." "Dave? Where does your cum go after it goes in me?" "It can stay there. Some might leak out overnight, but we can clean you in the morning. How does that sound?" "I like it. I will have your stuff in me all night." The plat-plat of my fucks got more urgent as I reached my limit, Liam letting me do my thing, waiting for my cum as I had my way with him. The bed creaked under our combined weight, Liam pushed up against the side of the bed, the wetness around his rim making it easily slippery for each pass. The space in his insides had barely stretched since I started, the pull of his silky walls still giving me pleasure as my shaft, his channel like no other. I plunged in for the final time, my balls clenching hard beneath me. The inner limit of Liam's hole pushed back as I held myself in place, my arm wrapped around his chest, as I went all the way in. Liam grunted as I held him tight as I came, my cock pulsing and throbbing, injecting him with what boys his age rarely received. "Oh god...here it comes, Liam. Do you feel it?" "Yeah... " Liam moaned. "Mmm, you were such a good fuck, Liam. I'm so glad you let me do that to you." As my cock's pulses slowed, the last remnants oozed out, creaming around his rim. I pulled free and wiped myself clean, Liam content and falling asleep beside me barely seconds later. **************************************************************** ** I love that so many enjoy this series, as always happy to hear your thoughts ** ** feedback always welcome to [email protected] ** **************************************************************** </[email protected]> </div></div>
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Date: Mon, 13 Apr 2020 18:26:50 -0400 From: John Smith Subject: Boy Butter - Chapter 1 Boy Butter - Chapter 1 Preface - Author's Note: Nifty needs your donations! This story is ENTIRELY FICTIONAL...which means it is fiction and not real. Any resemblance to any real people is completely coincidental. This story takes place in a world in which non-consenting children under the age of 18 are interested in and physically capable of having sex like adults. In some cases the underage individuals in this story are used for sex without particular regard for their consent, although it is taken as a given that they enjoy it. This is not the real world we live in and the author in no way condones nor encourages acts, which mirror the practices described in this entirely fictional story. Let me repeat...this story is fiction and in no way represents real-life activities, whether real or imagined. However, if you are of legal age and consenting adult...drop me a note. Perhaps you would like to go for a ride sometime! I love receiving email from readers about my stories - particularly if you enjoyed the story as much as I enjoyed writing it (and there were certainly many a spent load in the writing of these stories!). This story is a bit of a side story to The Furniture Circuit. You can reach me at - [email protected] Boy Butter - Chapter 1 Pops let his hand roam down his neighbor boy's smooth back until he had his big adult hand lying on the top of Jimmy's taught little underwear clad bubblebutt. The old pedophile let his hand rest there as he got the boy used to the idea that this friendly old perv was about to grope his smooth young butt. The old man sighed as Jimmy responded to Pops' caresses by stretching his warm little boy mouth open even wider, and to suck even harder on the old man's fat cockhead, taking it deeper into the back of his throat than ever before...showing off and trying not to gag, showing Pops his appreciation for the attention his bottom was receiving. Pops's hand lingered at the waistband and then pushed through the elastic band to find the boy's smooth warm asscheeks deeper inside...delving deeper to explore inside Jimmy's tight white briefs as he started a lewd groping of the boy's creamy smooth bubblebutt asscheeks. The old man started cupping and gripping each of the young boy's creamy smooth pale cheeks, savoring each one a long delicious moment at a time. Pops then lightly creot further into the boy's tighty whitey underwear and using his fingertips to start a slow light stroking of that delicious ripe little pink ridge of boy flesh that is the boy's perineum, running up from the boy's loose nutsack to his crinkly little wrinkled asshole, petting and stroking it lightly with his big rough fingertips, and of course imagining the sight of that pink little ridge stiffening and standing out as the boy's goosebumps began to rise and the pink little ridge stood up from the soft smooth skin from the boy's immature ballsack up to his tight little pink crinkled asshole. Pops felt the boy's skin pile up in goosebumps as the boy shivered and moaned seductively in response to Pops's most intimate of caresses ...just as Jimmy started to unconsciously bounce his hips up and down, starting to respond with a slow clenching and instinctive and uncontrollable boy-humping into the couch. Watching Jimmy instinctively hump the couch, Pops got the idea to lift Jimmy's hips up and push a sofa pillow under Jimmy's bouncing hips so that his butt was pushed higher into the air, making what he desired so much that much more available to Pops's roaming hand, and then a deeper exploration of Jimmy's bottom began, starting off by tracing a rough man thumb down the boy's asscrack, still warm and moist and musty from the boy's physical exertions of the day. The old man's hand reached further down between Jimmy's legs until he was cupping the boy's small marble sized testicles in their loose sack with his big hand...cupping and lightly pulling on the boy's immature sperm-makers. The boy moaned on Pops's cock and squirmed from having his testes manipulated by the old man. The boy's fruits weren't quite ready to produce seed just yet...but it wouldn't be too long before the boy's nuts produced their first watery batch of boy-spunk for Pops to enjoy and drink down his hungry sucking mouth. Pops made a mental note that he needed to suck on the young boy's gonads...suck them into the back of his throat and make the boy squirm. Pops let his hand grope the skinny boy's smooth buttcheeks as he pulled the boy's tighty whitey briefs halfway down his ass, exposing Jimmy's beautiful tender pale 11-year old cheeks for his further admiration...staring intently at the boy's creamy white skin of the boy's lower back as it gave way to the even paler smoothness of the tops of the boy's proud little cheeks ...mmmmmmmm... boy perfection! Pulling his hand from the boy's nutsack, Pops let his fingertips run up the boy's warm moist crevice as it split the boy's perfect bubbly boy-butt. The boy's smooth crack was warm and moist as Pops slowly dug deeper into the boy's crevice with his fingertips...and Pops stared intently at the sight of Jimmy humping his little butt in response to the exploration of his asscrack. Pops got lost in the moment as he lay back, focusing on the images on the large screen TV in front of him as he watched the video of himself and Jimmy's older cousin Zach, just as Pops fed Zach his hard cock on-screen, showing Jimmy the way as Pops noticed that the boy was sucking cock with more gusto and trying to imitate his on-screen cousin. Pops let the boy suckle the fat head of his cock as Jimmy tried to replicate Zach's energetic cock-sucking...all the while allowing Pops's fingers to roam over his smooth butt and explore his musty crack...letting Pops fingers wander up and down the boy's heated asscrack as he felt for the moist tenderness of the shy little puckered prize that lay hidden there. Pops lets his experienced fingertips dig deeper into Jimmy's crack, slowly stroking and petting and rubbing until he found his prize...the boy's tight little puckered star. Purposefully slowing himself down, he slowly stroked and rubbed the boy's sensitive puckered button with the tip of his fat middle finger and felt Jimmy's response on the end of his cock as it leaked a copious amount or sweet pre-cum into the boy's hungry sucking mouth. With that first connection to his asshole made, Jimmy jerked from the jolt of being touched in that most intimate of places. But Pops was a master virtuoso at playing a young inexperienced boy-asshole, as he slowly introduced Jimmy to the pleasurable sensation of having a finger rubbing on the tight puckered ring of his stubborn little asshole. Pops spread the boy's smooth cheeks apart so that his fingertips could find the warm moist winking boy-ring that lay hidden deeper and he started a slow circular rubbing and stroking of the boy's clenching muscle. The boy hadn't had his bath yet and Pops knew that the boy would be quite fragrant and less than fully clean for him (like all boys after a long day of play and roughhousing with his friends)....and that was just fine with Pops as he looked forward to tasting the delights of Jimmy's musty boy-crack on his tongue soon. Pops wet his fingertip with spit and returned it to the cleft in the boy's ass...as the experienced old pedophile started a slow rubbing in a circular pattern, heating the boy up and eventually adding a second fingertip to the party at the entrance to boy's hole...enjoying the lively responsiveness of Jimmy's winking rim as it pouted and then clenched to form a tight little rosebud for the old man to rub and to pet and to tease and to enjoy with trembling pleasure. The boy's virginal asshole was naturally tight and would not give up it's deeper, darker pleasures easily as Pops started to push the tip of his finger against the tight seal of the boy's little muscular ring, that little ring that will be giving so many older men so much pleasure over the coming years thought Pops, as he pressed his fingertip against the resistance of Jimmy's stubborn little button to test the boy. Pops focused solely on the tip of his finger as he explored and poked at the boy's tight little circular muscle...slowly stroking and petting the puckered little star, feeling it's responsiveness as Jimmy alternated between clenching, relaxing, winking, and flexing his tight little virginal ass-ring. Pops slowly wiggled and worked the tip of his middle finger into the boy's hole, applying enough pressure to pierce the boy's clenching ring and push the tip inside as he pressed the boy's cheeks apart with his other fingers. Jimmy responded by squirming under Pops's intruding fingertip...sighing and moaning like the little bitch-boy he would become. The boy's rectum felt like a fiery furnace as Pops felt the boy's heat on the tip of his finger and felt the boy's asshole flutter and pulse with every beat of his heart, enjoying the child's tight gripping ring as it responded to his adventurous fingering...so nice! The boy's musty backchannel was warm and moist and a little greasy...and so Pops didn't think he needed any more spit to aid in the deeper fingering of the boy's hole that he was about to administer...and so he pressed deeper, slowly sinking his big fat man-finger into the boy?s virginal back passage. "Unnnngggggghhhhh!", grunted Jimmy as he responded to having a man-finger pushed up into his tight little young anal passage for the first time. "Wow...that's so nice Pops! Look, you're playing with Zach's butthole in the movie just like mine!", mumbled Jimmy around Pops's fat cock. The heat from the boy's ripe cunt started to rise and Pops caught his first sniff of boy-ass in the room...that tangy musty scent that drives old pedophiles like Pops crazy. This caused Pops to grunt and leak even more pre-cum into the boy's sucking mouth. Pops's consciousness collapsed down into the boy's warm, tight sheath as it gripped tightly around his finger, as he slowly pressed deeper. About a quarter of an inch in he savored the slow contractions of the boy's winking ring and rectal sleeve...and pressing deeper, the anal contractions started feeling like the boy's asshole was sucking on his finger. Pops paused his finger fucking at his fat knuckle, knowing the boy would need time to accommodate the thickness. So he paused there, slowly rocking his finger in and out and back in...savoring the texture of the boy's warm moist hole sucking on his finger...and then his knuckle pushed through as the boy flinched and his asshole flexed and sucked his finger in deeper. Pops world collapsed down only to his invading finger as it pressed deeper and introduced Jimmy to his intruding digit...digging deeper still Pops was soon fingering the nub of the boy's immature prostate gland as the boy's assrim winked around his buried finger. Soon Pops had the heated boy squirming under his deeper exploration...shoving his long finger the full length up the boy's fiery back passage until he was fully buried in joyous warm boy-butt. And then Pops began to slowly pull his finger out...dragging his big fat finger and bulbous knuckle back out the boy's gripping ring, pulling the boy's guts with it, pulling out his pouting asshole...pulling back to his fingertip until he reversed the process again as Pops started a hard deliberate finger fucking of the little Jimmy's virginal anal passage. The boy whimpered under the onslaught of Pops's fingering, but he bravely humped the pillow underneath him as he felt a pleasurable queasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. And then the boy's first anal orgasm hit Jimmy hard as he clenched and gripped at Pops's finger in his asshole as it pushed and stretched and probed him deeper. Man and boy were connected by the intense orgasm that the man gave the boy with his intruding finger...and Pops was proud of little Jimmy as he didn't miss a beat, sucking the old man's cock right through his boy-gasm. "Mmmmmpppppmmmmmmpppphhhhhh...mmmmmppppphhhhhhffffff?, moaned Jimmy as he had his rectum fingered right through his dry boy orgasm. Pops pulled his finger from Jimmy's straining butthole and held it up as he stared at his extended middle finger, recognizing the fragrant caramel colored streaks that stained the top half of this finger...marveling at the creamy texture and peanut butter consistency of the streaks of Jimmy's boy butter on his finger. Pops brought his finger up to his nose and inhaled deeply, savoring the dark musty earthy stinky funky scent of boy butter on his finger, and that was too much stimulation for Pops's brain, as his cock convulsed and he exploded in Jimmy's mouth...flooding the boy's sucking mouth with his creamy old man seed that he had been saving for the boy. Unnnnnggggghhhhhhhh!...", Pops groaned as he convulsed and shuddered, forcibly pressing Jimmy's head further down into his lap with his other hand...holding Jimmy's head down on his cock to force the boy to take his load as he flooded Jimmy's wet little sucking mouth with a full batch of creamy Daddy seed. "Arrrggggghhhhhh...., eat my fucking load boy...take it son, take it all!", grunted Pops as held the gagging boy down on his exploding cock...holding the boy down with his spurt cock. Jimmy sputtered and gagged as he tried to swallow Pops's creamy load of Daddy seed...trying but failing as Pops's cream burst from Jimmy's mouth and dribbled and dripped from his lips and chin as the old man glazed Jimmy's angelic innocent little face with his spunk. "You are such a good boy Jimmy, such a good little cocksucker....even better than Zachy was at eating my load", moaned Pops, letting his hand and boy butter stained finger drift back down to cup and explore Jimmy's smooth buttcheeks again, running his fingertips in the boy's asscrack, feeling for and lightly rubbing the boy's tight little pouting rosebud, dreaming of the opportunity to pierce the youngster tight little puckered star with the tip of his tongue or his fat cock next time. I love to receive feedback or just encouragement. Let me know what you thought my my story...you can reach me at - [email protected]
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Mon, 13 Apr 2020 18:26:50 -0400 From: John Smith <[email protected]> Subject: Boy Butter - Chapter 1 Boy Butter - Chapter 1 Preface - Author's Note: Nifty needs your donations! This story is ENTIRELY FICTIONAL...which means it is fiction and not real. Any resemblance to any real people is completely coincidental. This story takes place in a world in which non-consenting children under the age of 18 are interested in and physically capable of having sex like adults. In some cases the underage individuals in this story are used for sex without particular regard for their consent, although it is taken as a given that they enjoy it. This is not the real world we live in and the author in no way condones nor encourages acts, which mirror the practices described in this entirely fictional story. Let me repeat...this story is fiction and in no way represents real-life activities, whether real or imagined. However, if you are of legal age and consenting adult...drop me a note. Perhaps you would like to go for a ride sometime! I love receiving email from readers about my stories - particularly if you enjoyed the story as much as I enjoyed writing it (and there were certainly many a spent load in the writing of these stories!). This story is a bit of a side story to The Furniture Circuit. You can reach me at - [email protected] Boy Butter - Chapter 1 Pops let his hand roam down his neighbor boy's smooth back until he had his big adult hand lying on the top of Jimmy's taught little underwear clad bubblebutt. The old pedophile let his hand rest there as he got the boy used to the idea that this friendly old perv was about to grope his smooth young butt. The old man sighed as Jimmy responded to Pops' caresses by stretching his warm little boy mouth open even wider, and to suck even harder on the old man's fat cockhead, taking it deeper into the back of his throat than ever before...showing off and trying not to gag, showing Pops his appreciation for the attention his bottom was receiving. Pops's hand lingered at the waistband and then pushed through the elastic band to find the boy's smooth warm asscheeks deeper inside...delving deeper to explore inside Jimmy's tight white briefs as he started a lewd groping of the boy's creamy smooth bubblebutt asscheeks. The old man started cupping and gripping each of the young boy's creamy smooth pale cheeks, savoring each one a long delicious moment at a time. Pops then lightly creot further into the boy's tighty whitey underwear and using his fingertips to start a slow light stroking of that delicious ripe little pink ridge of boy flesh that is the boy's perineum, running up from the boy's loose nutsack to his crinkly little wrinkled asshole, petting and stroking it lightly with his big rough fingertips, and of course imagining the sight of that pink little ridge stiffening and standing out as the boy's goosebumps began to rise and the pink little ridge stood up from the soft smooth skin from the boy's immature ballsack up to his tight little pink crinkled asshole. Pops felt the boy's skin pile up in goosebumps as the boy shivered and moaned seductively in response to Pops's most intimate of caresses ...just as Jimmy started to unconsciously bounce his hips up and down, starting to respond with a slow clenching and instinctive and uncontrollable boy-humping into the couch. Watching Jimmy instinctively hump the couch, Pops got the idea to lift Jimmy's hips up and push a sofa pillow under Jimmy's bouncing hips so that his butt was pushed higher into the air, making what he desired so much that much more available to Pops's roaming hand, and then a deeper exploration of Jimmy's bottom began, starting off by tracing a rough man thumb down the boy's asscrack, still warm and moist and musty from the boy's physical exertions of the day. The old man's hand reached further down between Jimmy's legs until he was cupping the boy's small marble sized testicles in their loose sack with his big hand...cupping and lightly pulling on the boy's immature sperm-makers. The boy moaned on Pops's cock and squirmed from having his testes manipulated by the old man. The boy's fruits weren't quite ready to produce seed just yet...but it wouldn't be too long before the boy's nuts produced their first watery batch of boy-spunk for Pops to enjoy and drink down his hungry sucking mouth. Pops made a mental note that he needed to suck on the young boy's gonads...suck them into the back of his throat and make the boy squirm. Pops let his hand grope the skinny boy's smooth buttcheeks as he pulled the boy's tighty whitey briefs halfway down his ass, exposing Jimmy's beautiful tender pale 11-year old cheeks for his further admiration...staring intently at the boy's creamy white skin of the boy's lower back as it gave way to the even paler smoothness of the tops of the boy's proud little cheeks ...mmmmmmmm... boy perfection! Pulling his hand from the boy's nutsack, Pops let his fingertips run up the boy's warm moist crevice as it split the boy's perfect bubbly boy-butt. The boy's smooth crack was warm and moist as Pops slowly dug deeper into the boy's crevice with his fingertips...and Pops stared intently at the sight of Jimmy humping his little butt in response to the exploration of his asscrack. Pops got lost in the moment as he lay back, focusing on the images on the large screen TV in front of him as he watched the video of himself and Jimmy's older cousin Zach, just as Pops fed Zach his hard cock on-screen, showing Jimmy the way as Pops noticed that the boy was sucking cock with more gusto and trying to imitate his on-screen cousin. Pops let the boy suckle the fat head of his cock as Jimmy tried to replicate Zach's energetic cock-sucking...all the while allowing Pops's fingers to roam over his smooth butt and explore his musty crack...letting Pops fingers wander up and down the boy's heated asscrack as he felt for the moist tenderness of the shy little puckered prize that lay hidden there. Pops lets his experienced fingertips dig deeper into Jimmy's crack, slowly stroking and petting and rubbing until he found his prize...the boy's tight little puckered star. Purposefully slowing himself down, he slowly stroked and rubbed the boy's sensitive puckered button with the tip of his fat middle finger and felt Jimmy's response on the end of his cock as it leaked a copious amount or sweet pre-cum into the boy's hungry sucking mouth. With that first connection to his asshole made, Jimmy jerked from the jolt of being touched in that most intimate of places. But Pops was a master virtuoso at playing a young inexperienced boy-asshole, as he slowly introduced Jimmy to the pleasurable sensation of having a finger rubbing on the tight puckered ring of his stubborn little asshole. Pops spread the boy's smooth cheeks apart so that his fingertips could find the warm moist winking boy-ring that lay hidden deeper and he started a slow circular rubbing and stroking of the boy's clenching muscle. The boy hadn't had his bath yet and Pops knew that the boy would be quite fragrant and less than fully clean for him (like all boys after a long day of play and roughhousing with his friends)....and that was just fine with Pops as he looked forward to tasting the delights of Jimmy's musty boy-crack on his tongue soon. Pops wet his fingertip with spit and returned it to the cleft in the boy's ass...as the experienced old pedophile started a slow rubbing in a circular pattern, heating the boy up and eventually adding a second fingertip to the party at the entrance to boy's hole...enjoying the lively responsiveness of Jimmy's winking rim as it pouted and then clenched to form a tight little rosebud for the old man to rub and to pet and to tease and to enjoy with trembling pleasure. The boy's virginal asshole was naturally tight and would not give up it's deeper, darker pleasures easily as Pops started to push the tip of his finger against the tight seal of the boy's little muscular ring, that little ring that will be giving so many older men so much pleasure over the coming years thought Pops, as he pressed his fingertip against the resistance of Jimmy's stubborn little button to test the boy. Pops focused solely on the tip of his finger as he explored and poked at the boy's tight little circular muscle...slowly stroking and petting the puckered little star, feeling it's responsiveness as Jimmy alternated between clenching, relaxing, winking, and flexing his tight little virginal ass-ring. Pops slowly wiggled and worked the tip of his middle finger into the boy's hole, applying enough pressure to pierce the boy's clenching ring and push the tip inside as he pressed the boy's cheeks apart with his other fingers. Jimmy responded by squirming under Pops's intruding fingertip...sighing and moaning like the little bitch-boy he would become. The boy's rectum felt like a fiery furnace as Pops felt the boy's heat on the tip of his finger and felt the boy's asshole flutter and pulse with every beat of his heart, enjoying the child's tight gripping ring as it responded to his adventurous fingering...so nice! The boy's musty backchannel was warm and moist and a little greasy...and so Pops didn't think he needed any more spit to aid in the deeper fingering of the boy's hole that he was about to administer...and so he pressed deeper, slowly sinking his big fat man-finger into the boy?s virginal back passage. "Unnnngggggghhhhh!", grunted Jimmy as he responded to having a man-finger pushed up into his tight little young anal passage for the first time. "Wow...that's so nice Pops! Look, you're playing with Zach's butthole in the movie just like mine!", mumbled Jimmy around Pops's fat cock. The heat from the boy's ripe cunt started to rise and Pops caught his first sniff of boy-ass in the room...that tangy musty scent that drives old pedophiles like Pops crazy. This caused Pops to grunt and leak even more pre-cum into the boy's sucking mouth. Pops's consciousness collapsed down into the boy's warm, tight sheath as it gripped tightly around his finger, as he slowly pressed deeper. About a quarter of an inch in he savored the slow contractions of the boy's winking ring and rectal sleeve...and pressing deeper, the anal contractions started feeling like the boy's asshole was sucking on his finger. Pops paused his finger fucking at his fat knuckle, knowing the boy would need time to accommodate the thickness. So he paused there, slowly rocking his finger in and out and back in...savoring the texture of the boy's warm moist hole sucking on his finger...and then his knuckle pushed through as the boy flinched and his asshole flexed and sucked his finger in deeper. Pops world collapsed down only to his invading finger as it pressed deeper and introduced Jimmy to his intruding digit...digging deeper still Pops was soon fingering the nub of the boy's immature prostate gland as the boy's assrim winked around his buried finger. Soon Pops had the heated boy squirming under his deeper exploration...shoving his long finger the full length up the boy's fiery back passage until he was fully buried in joyous warm boy-butt. And then Pops began to slowly pull his finger out...dragging his big fat finger and bulbous knuckle back out the boy's gripping ring, pulling the boy's guts with it, pulling out his pouting asshole...pulling back to his fingertip until he reversed the process again as Pops started a hard deliberate finger fucking of the little Jimmy's virginal anal passage. The boy whimpered under the onslaught of Pops's fingering, but he bravely humped the pillow underneath him as he felt a pleasurable queasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. And then the boy's first anal orgasm hit Jimmy hard as he clenched and gripped at Pops's finger in his asshole as it pushed and stretched and probed him deeper. Man and boy were connected by the intense orgasm that the man gave the boy with his intruding finger...and Pops was proud of little Jimmy as he didn't miss a beat, sucking the old man's cock right through his boy-gasm. "Mmmmmpppppmmmmmmpppphhhhhh...mmmmmppppphhhhhhffffff?, moaned Jimmy as he had his rectum fingered right through his dry boy orgasm. Pops pulled his finger from Jimmy's straining butthole and held it up as he stared at his extended middle finger, recognizing the fragrant caramel colored streaks that stained the top half of this finger...marveling at the creamy texture and peanut butter consistency of the streaks of Jimmy's boy butter on his finger. Pops brought his finger up to his nose and inhaled deeply, savoring the dark musty earthy stinky funky scent of boy butter on his finger, and that was too much stimulation for Pops's brain, as his cock convulsed and he exploded in Jimmy's mouth...flooding the boy's sucking mouth with his creamy old man seed that he had been saving for the boy. Unnnnnggggghhhhhhhh!...", Pops groaned as he convulsed and shuddered, forcibly pressing Jimmy's head further down into his lap with his other hand...holding Jimmy's head down on his cock to force the boy to take his load as he flooded Jimmy's wet little sucking mouth with a full batch of creamy Daddy seed. "Arrrggggghhhhhh...., eat my fucking load boy...take it son, take it all!", grunted Pops as held the gagging boy down on his exploding cock...holding the boy down with his spurt cock. Jimmy sputtered and gagged as he tried to swallow Pops's creamy load of Daddy seed...trying but failing as Pops's cream burst from Jimmy's mouth and dribbled and dripped from his lips and chin as the old man glazed Jimmy's angelic innocent little face with his spunk. "You are such a good boy Jimmy, such a good little cocksucker....even better than Zachy was at eating my load", moaned Pops, letting his hand and boy butter stained finger drift back down to cup and explore Jimmy's smooth buttcheeks again, running his fingertips in the boy's asscrack, feeling for and lightly rubbing the boy's tight little pouting rosebud, dreaming of the opportunity to pierce the youngster tight little puckered star with the tip of his tongue or his fat cock next time. I love to receive feedback or just encouragement. Let me know what you thought my my story...you can reach me at - [email protected] </[email protected]> </div></div>
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Date: Fri, 27 Mar 2020 18:23:05 -0400 From: John Smith Subject: Boy Butter 2 Boy Butter - Chapter 2 Preface - Author's Note: Nifty needs your donations! This story is ENTIRELY FICTIONAL...which means it is fiction and not real. Any resemblance to any real people is completely coincidental. This story takes place in a world in which non-consenting children under the age of 18 are interested in and physically capable of having sex like adults. In some cases the underage individuals in this story are used for sex without particular regard for their consent, although it is taken as a given that they enjoy it. This is not the real world we live in and the author in no way condones nor encourages acts which mirror the practices described in this entirely fictional story. Let me repeat...this story is fiction and in no way represents real-life activities, whether real or imagined. However, if you are of legal age and consenting adult...drop me a note. Perhaps you would like to go for a ride sometime! I love receiving email from readers about my stories - particularly if you enjoyed the story as much as I enjoyed writing it (and there were certainly many a spent load in the writing of these stories!). This story is a bit of a side story to The Furniture Circuit...which I have not updated in quite some time and will turn my attention to writing chapter 13 of that story. Search for it on Nifty. If you enjoyed this story, I think you will enjoy The Furniture Circuit. You can reach me at - [email protected] Can you imagine life without Nifty? Please show your support with contributions to keep the Archive online. You can find out how at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This story is completely fictional. I'd love to hear from you if you are enjoying this or my other story, The Furniture Circuit (did I mention that I plan to add another chapter to that one soon) Boy Butter Chapter 2 "Hey Jimmy...over here!" yelled Pops as he waved to his new favorite boy target and motioned for Jimmy to come over and join him as he sat on the periphery of the neighborhood picnic. The regular late-summer picnic was kind of winding down as it was only supposed to run until 3pm today...and it would slowly turn into just the adult neighbors hanging around drinking beer and telling stories. Pops rarely took part in the main group of neighbors in such settings, as he instead tended to sit off to the side of all the action and watch the neighborhood boys come and go as they went off to horse around and/or play games...keeping an especially watchful eye on the young athletic boys as they rough-housed or ran around playing soccer, tag, or kick the can. On this particular afternoon, Pops was sitting on a large recliner in old Mrs. Webster's yard a few dozen yards from the party and sitting off to the side with a beer in his hand, sitting next to a little-used bar set-up next to a large hedge. This wasn't because Pops wasn't vsociable.... it was just that Pops preferred the company of young boys like Jimmy over the company of his adult neighbors. "Jimmy, over here...come over here and let's chat a while....", repeated Pops as he waved the young boy over. "Where have you been?" asked Pops as the boy made his way closer to the grown man on the recliner off to the side of the party. "I've been watching out for you and noticed you didn't come back from soccer practice with all your teammates". "Uh-ummmm...I stayed late at practice put in some extra time on my shooting." said Jimmy as he stood tall next to his new neighborhood boy-loving best friend. "Yeah? Is that so? You must be getting pretty good at soccer. I hear you are the top scorer on the team. Come over here and stand over on this side... over here by the bar." instructed Pops as he directed the boy to stand over on his right side, greeting the boy nonchalantly by using his right hand to surreptitiously caress the boy's smooth leg as he walked up. "You sure you didn't stop anywhere else after practice? It's been over an hour and a half since your buddies got back." inquired Pops, seeking the truth from the boy. "Well, I did stop over at Mr. Smith's house over on Elm Court on the way back...he has a cool video game I like to play", mentioned Jimmy, trying to play off his visit to Mr. Smith's house as casually as possible. "Is that right?" inquired Pops as he smiled with increased interest, with his curiosity suddenly piqued even more than before... particularly since Jon Smith on Elm Court is a well-known man/boy-lover amongst the local pedo community...one that has groomed many a boy and shared them with his pedo friends.like Pops. "Did you visit his basement while you were there, Jimmy? Any chance you took a ride on any of his custom-made furniture?" asked Pops knowingly, familiar with the sorts of fun and games Smith played with boy on his custom-made basement furniture pieces...knowing from first hand knowledge based upon having shared the warm mouth and tight little boy-pussy of an out of town boy with Smith last summer....having deep-fucked and bred the boy as he rode in Smith's sling chair. "Uummmm.... yeah, I guess so, yea, I visited his basement and took a ride in his reclining chair", as the boy shot a look over at Pops and the man knowingly smiled as their eyes met. "Is that right? I bet Mr. Smith gave you a nice fun ride in his reclining chair." smiled Pops as he patted the back of the boy's silky smooth thick with a reassuring and knowing pat. "We need to visit Smith's basement together sometime maybe." said Pops as he let the boy know his intentions, stroking the boy's firm thigh and up to his buttocks through his shorts as the boy's lower half was hidden from view of the rest of the neighborhood group sitting not 15 yards away. Pops then took a sip of his beer in his left hand and nonchalantly rested his right hand on the back of Jimmy's calf, just below the knee ... squeezing the boy's calf muscle and checking the boy's reaction to this casual groping of his leg in such a public place. Sliding his big rough hand up and down Jimmy's skinny silky smooth alabaster leg, Pops started to squeeze the boy's smooth leg in a perverted groping. Jimmy shot Pops a look that said - "you're not really going to do that here" as Pops began rubbing and feeling up the boy's inner thigh as his hand traveled quickly up the back of the boy's creamy smooth leg, pushing rudely inside Jimmy's baggy soccer shorts. It wasn't long before Pops's groping hand and probing fingertips found the cleft in the boy's smooth buttocks in his baggy shorts...those beautifully smooth pillows of boy-flesh, framed so nicely by the boy's tight white jockstrap. The boy shivered and Pops felt prickly goosebumps form on the back of the boy's smooth pale thighs and buttcheeks as Pops lightly stroked the boy's tender parts to see how he would react, rubbing his large hand up over the boy's buttcheeks....petting them and squeezing the boy's pert, muscular little cheeks, as they hid inside the boy's baggy soccer shorts. "Good boy Jimmy..." whispered Pops in low tone so no one else could hear, "I'm glad you made it back for the party. I hope you're not in a rush. I want you to just relax and have some fun here with me now. Maybe later you can help me with some chores I need done in my garden shed out back of my house. I need a hand with a few things." Pops said as he put his beer down and grabbed at the very large bulge in his shorts, watching Jimmy's eyes follow his down to the self-groping of his large bulge...showing Jimmy his half-hard pipe of cock that had slid half-way down his thigh in his shorts. Jimmy's eyes-widening and he unconsciously licked his lips as he remembered the few times over the past two weeks when he had had the opportunity to have Pops big thick daddy cock stuffed in his mouth. And with that statement Pops let out a low, barely audible growl as he let his fingers roam up and down the crack of the boy's smooth buttcheeks.... feeling Jimmy up and lewdly groping the boy as he started to feel his way between the boy's smooth alabaster globes, feeling the boy's skin ripple in goosebumps, pushing forward with curious fingertips in between Jimmy's moist asscheeks, pushing his probing fingers deeper into the boy's moist, musty and deliciously smooth crack. Pops looked up at the boy's face and saw that he was staring off in a dreamy state, eye-lids half-way down his lustful eyes. Was Pops the only one at the party to see Jimmy drift off into a full-on lust...moaning ever so softly under his breath, arching his back and wiggling his butt slightly to encourage Pops to continue with a deeper exploration? The smooth cleft of the boy's ass pulled apart slightly for the old pedophile as Jimmy spread his legs wider and then arched his back and pushed his hips back, inviting the old pervert to press forward with his exploration. The boy spread his musty, sweat slickened asscheeks apart to allow the old man's deeper probing of his smooth crack....slowly parting his small pert muscular mounds and opening up his innermost secret place for Pops to explore freely. Pops pressed forward and deeper into the smooth cleft and his fingertip found the boy's tight little puckered rosebud as he started a slow circular massaging of Jimmy's tight little puckered muscle....slowly circling the boy's pouting rosebud in no particular hurry, petting the young boy's sensitive rim with a fat rough tip of daddy's finger. Pops was now fully focused on the boy's smooth winking ring through the sensory touch of his fingertip. Was it Pops's active imagination or was Jimmy's puckered ass-lips swollen and pouting from his visit to Smith's basement? Would Pops find a creamy slick load of Smith's daddy seed buried deep inside the boy's bowels? Pops half-hoped he would and was determined to find out soon. The taut muscle of the boy's asshole ring was active and responsive to the older man's touch as it winked and quivered under Pops's seasoned groping, and Jimmy let a low guttural groan escape as he felt Pops finger rub and poke and probe at the sensitive ass-lips of his tight youthful rim. The boy's asshole ring began to pulse and quiver as blood rushed to Jimmy's pelvic area and engorged the boy's sexed up rectum. Pops could feel every beat of Jimmy's heart on his fingertip as it responded to the probing tip of Pops's finger, winking and clenching and then relaxing, and then puckered into a tight little rosebud for Pops to pet as the old man used an experienced fingertip to stroke and pet the boy's sensitive little winking rim. Pops wished he could watch as he pushed the muscular globes of Jimmy's buttcheeks apart and watch his tight little winking rim stretch open and invite him inside...but instead Pops was made to be content savoring his petting and stroking Jimmy's tight little winking rosebud with the tips if his fat calloused fingers Pops reached lower and pulled on Jimmy's loose hairless nutsack, manipulating and tugging on the boy's immature grape-sized testicles as he at the same time rubbed the boy's winking rim with his fat thumb. Jimmy wondered if Pops would be so bold to dare to finger his butthole right here and now...while standing in the midst of a neighborhood summer picnic. The answer to Jimmy's question came a few seconds later as Pops pressed his fingertip harder against the boy's tight pucker and pressed inside, popping through Jimmy's tight anal ring and sliding a dry fingertip inside the child's tight fiery anus. "Unnnngggghhh....", Jimmy moaned softly below his breath as he took the onslaught of Pop's intruding...and unlubed...finger up his anal opening. Pops pushed deeper through Jimmy's ring and dry fucked the boy's tight little hole for 2 long strokes, hoping to find the boy's back channel slippery with man-seed, but was both disappointed and elated as he was hoping to take the boy's cherry himself later that afternoon.. But no luck. The boy's hole was a dry well and Pops went to Plan B as he extracted his long fat finger, watching the boy's face scrunch up as he bit his lip, concentrating and pushing out as Pops roughly pulled his fat finger from the boy's quivering rectum. That pervert Smith must not yet be fucking young Jimmy or else there would have been a cum load of Smith's man-seed to great and s;ick up Pops invading finger. That's good, thought Pops...young Jimmy may yet have his intact boy-cherry for Pops to take later today. "So Jimmy...what other games did you play down in Smith's basement? Have you taken a ride in his sling chair yet?"...Pops asked, although the fact that Jimmy's butt wasn't loaded up with man-seed kind of already told Pops the answer to his question. "No...not yet. He said that might be something to do on another visit." squeaked Jimmy as he rode through Pops' probing of his tight young cherry ass with his big rough finger. Pops extracted his digit from Jimmy's tight chute and pulled his big hand back out through the leg holes in the boy's shorts as Jimmy humped his ass back in an attempt to spear himself on Pops finger and to lure Pops back inside. Don't worry son...I am not going anywhere, thought Pops as he looked at his fingers for the tell-tale brown streaks of boy butter as he pulled his hand towards his face and took a long deep sniff of the finger that had just been exploring the young boy's smooth bottom. "Well maybe you can stop by my shed later this afternoon...I have some chores I could use a hand with." as he grabbed at the big bulge in the front of his shorts and fingered the big wet spot from the pre-cum that was leaking from his turgid cock. Jimmy had turned his head to notice Pops adjusting his hard cock and connected it with the invitation to help Pops with "chores" later in the day. Jimmy had heard stories of the chores Pops undertook with young boys in his shed from his cousins...and knew in the back of his mind that maybe today would be the day that he would finally lose his virginity. "MMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnnnngggghhhhhhh...........", moaned Pops under his breath as he could smell the heat and boy-sweat emanating from Jimmy's worked up butt, inhaling the boy's funky, musty boy-scent that was all boy-ass after a hot soccer practice. Pops' eyes rolled into the back of his head as the old perv savored one of his favorite and most addictive activities - smelling fresh boy-ass on his finger. Pops almost busted his big nutt in his shorts just from inhaling the funky musky scent of Jimmy's boy butter on his finger. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he breathed in the boy's funky scent through his nostrils. Pops's cock thickened and his pre-cum drooled profusely in his shorts. Pops re-opened his eyes as he paused to look around, making sure that no one was watching or paying particular attention to his movements and his conversation with Jimmy during this particular seduction of his latest boy target. Satisfied no one was watching, he first sniffed, and then licked, and then sucked on his finger, savoring the sharp tangy funky taste of boy butter on his finger, and further wetting his fingers in the process. Pops then spit up a large wad of spit and dribbled it onto his fingertips and moved his hand to re-grip Jimmy's skinny smooth thigh, gripping it and then sliding his hand aggressively up the boy's leg and into the back of Jimmy's baggy soccer shorts. Pops's surveillance for watchers had missed someone off to the side, in the shadows, watching Pops and Jimmy's interactions intently through his sunglasses...Jimmy's soccer co On the hunt for the deep recess of Jimmy's little anal chute, Pops pushed aggressively forward, pressing Jimmy's buttcheeks apart roughtly as his heat-seeking finger locked in on it's target. Pops didn't let Jimmy get used to his finger this time, but did go more deliberately this time as he pressed through the boy's puffy, gripping ring and pushed all the way forward into the boy's tight clenching rectum, using his spit to grease the way as he pressed all the way inside Jimmy's fiery little butt furnace. Jimmy squeaked a high pitched yelp as the boy had forgotten where he was and who was nearby.... standing less than maybe 10 feet away from the parents of many of his friends and neighbors And so Jimmy gave a second little squeak and burst out laughing. Jimmy's laugh caught Pops by surprise as his finger got squeezed and trapped for a tight vice grip that lasted the laugh's duration as Jimmy's rectus sheath muscles gripped and jerked on Pops's finger with each peal of laughter. Jimmy quickly quieted down when he realized that no one was watching from the picnic group and he no longer needed the laughing charade to hide his lust being driven by Pops's pedo deep diving finger. A look of deep concentration crossed Jimmy's face as he bit his lower lip and squeezed his tight little sleeve around Pops' invading finger. Jimmy concentrated his attention...and lust...on Pops' finger as Pop's pushed his way deeper into the boy's hot moist hole What Jimmy and Pops didn't know was that there was someone else paying attention to their activities....a watcher in the distance, just across the street, beyond the main group of neighbors, in the shadows and with a gaze hidden behind some dark sunglasses. This watcher knew exactly what liberties Pops was taking with JImmy, and knew the precise moment when Pops's fat finger pierced the boy's tight brave little ring....it was obvious to the watcher by the look on little Jimmy's face...a look of pain/pleasure that the boy watcher loved to see on a young boy's face...having made many a boy make that face himself many times in his long history of man-boy love. Pressing deeper, Pops soon had the boy riding up on his fist as the full length of Pops's finger was deployed up Jimmy's little butt. JImmy bent his knees and squatted a little to press his hungry little boy-butt down onto the man's invading finger...squatting and riding on Pops's fully deployed finger and showing Pops how hungry his little butt was. Pops curled his finger on the next upstroke and aggressively rubbed the nub of Jimmy's immature prostate gland...causing the boy's breath to catch in his throat as he shivered and trembled on the man's hand as Pop's finger gave the boy a deep prostate massage...rubbing and pressing harder now on the little walnut sized gland...massaging that pleasure button that made little boy squeak and tremble. Mmmmmmm....just perfect thought Pops as he loved this moment of making a boy quake on his intruding finger, savoring the feeling of the boy's relaxing boy-quim to suck and grip lovingly on his invading finger. Pops loved how Jimmy's sphincter muscle responded to his deep probing...savoring that tight grip of the boy's ass-ring and the vise-like tightening as the boy's rectal sleeve gripped and milked at his fat round his finger "Can I make the boy pop his little boy nutt just by fingering his hungry little asshole? Give the boy a quaking little anal orgasm..." wondered Pops as he added the tip of a second finger to the entrance of the boy's blossoming boy-pussy... rubbing his thumb along the boy's perineum as he prepared to stretch the boy's little assring with a second fat finger. Jimmy arched his back and pushed out for Pops, inviting Pops's second finger to slide inside and stretch the boy's rectum to it's maximum fullness. "Unnnnngggghhhhhhhh.....".Jimmy sighed deep under his breath, just loud enough for Pops to hear...but what about others? was anyone else listening to the boy's low moans and sighs? Pops scanned the crowd to see if there was a reaction.... but no heads were turned in their directions and Pops continued to squeeze his second finger into Jimmy's tight little anal passage. He planned to finger rape this boy In his scan of the crowd though, Pops missed the watcher off to the side and in the shade of a tree...he missed seeing Jimmy's soccer Coach, who was watching intently as a grimaced look of painful pleasure flashed across Jimmy's face just at the moment when Pops's fat two fingers started to push deeper and stretch Jimmy's elastic little boy-ring open to the point of a painful stretching...watching as the 12-year old boy;s eyes fluttered and he bit his lower lip in a beautiful look of lustful grimace. At that moment Coach knew he would someday soon make the boy make that same face, but not by using his fingers as Pops was clearly doing, but rather by using his fat cock to split the boy open as he pushed his daddy-cock into the boy's tight bottom. Pops decided to go for it, pushing his fingers deeper and using his spit to coat both fingers in the boy's furnace/vice-like gripping tunnel. Pops loved finger-fucking a heated boy's little squirming bottom....forming that tight bond between a horny man and horny boy...exploring "first hand" what part of his anal probing gives a certain boy a specific pleasure...being fully in tune with the boy's body as it moves in reponse to having fat man fingers probing tight boy asshole...playing the boy like a fine musical instrument as the boy's body writhes, and trembles, quakes, and shivers with lust. Pops savored the boy's anal contractions around his fingers as the boy became accustomed to the man's intrusion...gripping and pushing out on the man's fingers with his rectal muscles, trying to expel them just like most everything else that had passed that way. But this time the boy's efforts were to no avail. His contractions and pushing just led to a nice rhythmic pulsing that eventually led to Pops fingers burying themselves deeper, almost as if the boy's asshole had sucked on them to pull them into a more deeper seating within the boy's rectum. This would be where most of Pops's boy fingering sessions would end, as he would have enough teasing and would get such a deep boy-lust by then that he just had to pull his deeply buried fingers rudely from the boy's gripping quim and replace them with, first most likely his probing tongue and eventually his fat daddy cock. But unfortunately that was not an option in this particular situation....he would need to wait until later to get his cock up into this young boy's guts. Pops started finger-fucking the boy more aggressively...pushing in and out and starting a good rythem pushing and pulling as the boy spread his spindly legs and arched his back further ...but then Pops decided to slow down when he noticed he was forcing the boy to rock up and down with each forceful stroke. That would be an obvious sign that something was going on behind the bar that the boy was leaning over...and that was too much of a risk for him to take. Instead Pops settled into slow purposeful deeper thrusting, curling his finger to stroke past the boy's pleasure button prostate gland and probing deeper into the boy's warm receptive colon...reaching further up into the boy's warm center than before. Pops imagined his cock taking this trip and looked forward to having his fat cockhead caressed and gripped like his fingers were right now. A slow deep purposeful thrusting that carried his fingers deep and stretched little Jimmy's asshole taut around the base of Pops's fat fingers. ******** Back at the neighborhood block party just 15 feet away...one of Pops's neighbor turned to his buddy and said,... "Hey Jack, pass me another beer", and then under his breath, "and while you are doing that, take a look at little Jimmy over there. It looks like Pops is taking an opportunity to play a little tickle game with your young nephew. I haven't seen a look on his face like that since he had his dry cums back when he was 12. I wonder if he is making his little boy-cum yet." and with that, Jimmy's uncle looked over and noticed the boy looking far off in the distance with a tight grimace on his face that gave away the painful pleasure he was getting from Pops's deep fingering. His uncle too had seen that face before on little Jimmy, just last week when he had snuck up into Jimmy's bedroom during a family gathering and sucked off the boy and diddled the his smooth butthole with a finger while sleeping in bed and in his Star War pajamas. "Well...here's your beer,...and i can confirm one thing. Little Jimmy is making his sperm, and it is delicious!" shot back Jimmy's uncle with a knowing smile on his face, and then under his breath he said, "I hope that bastard Pops doesn't drain the boy dry...'cause i want a taste later tonight." ********* With his two fingers buried deep in Jimmy's gripping bunghole, Pops began to use his thumb to massage the boy's smooth perineum and small, hairless nutsack...rubbing those small marble-sized gonads as they hung in the boy's loose sack, eventually pressing harder into the boy's perineum and pinching at it from inside as he brought his thumb together with his buried fingers... sadistically pinching and effectively squeezing and milking the boy's prostate gland between his thumb and intruding forefinger. Pops knew the effect of this rough handling would have on Jimmy as the boy started to dance and squirm...and the boy's hard little spike of a cocklet began to leak copious amounts of salty sweet boy pre-cum from the slit in the small bell of his exposed cockhead rubbing and leaking into the pouch of his jockstrap. Pops thought about reaching over with his other hand and collecting some of that sweet boy nectar on his fingertips...to lick and suck on and get that sweet boy-taste in his mouth as he continued to milk the boy's tortured prostate....but decided against it because he was sensing the urgency of the boy's impending boy-gasm. Pops did take the opportunity to lean over and inhale through his nose, smelling little Jimmy's sweat soaked soccer shirt as the boy radiated with the heat of man-boy sex. The boy was pungent with a sweaty youthful musk that only emanates from a boy in the midst of having passionate sex, a scent Pops knew well from sniffing boy's and licking boy's armpits during theheat of their man-boy love-making. Pops sniffing of Jimmy scent also gave Pops a faint hint of a darker, mustier scent of heated boy-ass, a powerful scent that he was now fingering and opening up so masterfully. Pops started a brutal assault on young Jimmy's prostate, curling his fingers and pressing up and down purposefully on the boy's tortured gland as he aggressively pushed in and out of the boy's hole. With each deep fingering, he pressed the knuckles of his large fist tightly up against the boy's spread asscheeks, so that poor Jimmy began riding up on Pops's thrusting fingers and hand. Soon Pops ended each thrust upwards by splitting his fingers wide apart (or at least as much as Jimmy's constricting rectum would allow him to) as both the gripping ring and Jimmy's convulsing sleeve clamped down and held Pops probing fingers in a loving grip, only to pull his spread fingers roughly from the boy's gripping rectum with his fingertips just inside the boy's pulled out and puffy ring before starting the journey all over again . Pops wished he could watch how Jimmy's still perhaps virginal asshole was taking this onslaught of fingers as he opened up the boy's rosebud like a flower. Jimmy's breathing became ragged as he bent over the bar to give Pops wider access to his hungry butt, looking out over the party with half-closed eye-lids and biting his lower lip trying to stifle his moans of painful pleasure. He leaned on the bar also to take pressure off his knees as they began to buckle with his pending orgasm. A keen observer would quickly notice Jimmy's very public display of lust as he took Pops aggressive finger-fucking. Jimmy hadn't intended to let it get to this point...but now that he was here, on the edge , he needed to pop his little nutt rocket...like right now. He opened his eyelids and looked out over the scene of the neighborhood party. Everything moved as if in slow-motion as everyone went about their party conversations and beer-drinking. As Jimmy's eyes gazed out over the party, his eyes met someone else's that he recognized immediately. Off to the side and under a tree, Coach had taken off his sunglasses and was staring directly at Jimmy. Coach gave Jimmy a wry smile and winked at him as if to say "my turn is soon". Jimmy didn't flinch, smiled knowingly back at Coach, and then gave him a similar, but more coy, boyish wink. The boy's lovely child-like face then flashed back to a more tortured, slutty orgasmic face as Jimmy felt that now familiar knot in his tummy grow until a convulsive shock wave surged through his body...starting at the bottom of his spine and rippling up into the pleasure center of his brain. The little boy trembled and stifled a squeaking gasp as the massive quaking anal orgasm hit him hard and coursed like a tidal wave through his body. The boy's knees buckled and he squatted lower to impale himself deeper on Pops's hard fingers. Pops felt it as a powerful contraction that swept through Jimmy's body as the boy squatted onto his hand and his rectal passage contracted around his fingers as the old pervert stroked and petted the boy's spasming prostate. Three rapid-fire spurts of boy-cream rocketed out of the boy's cocklet and filled his jockstrap pouch with thin, watery boy-cum.P Pops savored the pulsing convulsions from the smooth muscle contractions of the boy's pelvis area and the tightly constricting grip of the boy's rectal sleeve, squeezing and milking his man-fingers with each spasm and as each squirt of immature boy semen got squeezed out of his tortured prostate and pumped up through his inflamed urethra to shoot from the bell end of Jimmy's little 3-inch cocklet, to splash unceremoniously into the cotton pouch of Jimmy's jockstrap...drenching the boy's crotch in a growing stain of warm boy semen. Pops made a mental note to make sure the boy gives him that jockstrap later this afternoon so that he could keep it to sniff and lick on, and suck the dried boy juices out from the cum-stained cotton pouch. Maybe he would wear it as a mask when he bent little Jimmy over the wooden bench in his garden shed, inhaling deeply from the mustiness of the boy's dried sperm as he spreads Jimmy's smooth buttcheeks and pierces his virginal little cherry-ass with his thick man-cock for the first of many times. The boy's orgasmic spasms hit a crescendo and he clenched and squirted the remainder of his boyish cream triggered from the man's anal manipulations, and then the waves of pleasure started to subside, dampening down from a firestorm level to a series of pulsing contractions, eventually squeezing around Pops fingers in a gentle, loving rhythmic embrace. This was often Pops favorite moment when savoring a boy's orgasm for him from within him, an intimate bonding with the boy solely by being up inside the boy's anal cavity during his most intense release of pent-up sexual energy. Sharing this moment with a boy always deepened the loving man-boy bond for Pops, and he thought of the myriads of pleasurable moments this particular boy's bottom would be giving to those horny men in the future who are lucky enough to travel the joyous path to this boy's warm dark hidden place... pleasures he imagined Jimmy's spasming bowels would provide his own buried, deep-seated man-cock soon....hopefully as soon as later that very afternoon. Jimmy gave a soft muffled grunt as Pops finished the boy off with a final deep press of his fingers and a vicious little wiggle of his hand to cause his long man-fingers to stir the boy's little honeypot. The boy clenched and pushed as Pops pulled his fingers out slowly, effectively shitting Pops fingers out and expelling them from his well-used rectum. Pops wasn't quite done with the boy yet as he held his fingertips pressed up tight against boy's stretched and gaping entrance, slowly diddling and fingering the smooth folds of the boy's blooming rosebud...pressing the boy's stretched ring open and softly petting the stretched, puffy rosy flesh peaking out. Oh to be able to press his face between Jimmy's smooth little alabaster cheeks and dive forward with his hungry tongue and suck on the folds of the boy's stretched pink ass-lips. Soon enough....soon enough... he had to reassure himself as he said goodbye to the boy's pouting little asshole. Pops slowly pulled his hand back out from Jimmy's shorts as he watched the boy give a little shiver and slowly came back to the reality of being right in the midst of the tail-end of a summer's afternoon neighborhood party. Pops slowly lifted his hand to his face to examine his fingers and they were smeared with a fragrant coating of spit, Jimmy's ass juices, and a few streaks of light brown boy butter. Pops lifted them to his nose and took a deep sniff of the dark musty/tangy scent of boy-ass. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as his head swam from the scent of boy-funk on his fingers. His rock-hard cock pulsed in his shorts and he shot a volley of thick man-seed into his shorts as he reached down to adjust his firing pocket rocket, his orgasm triggered by the pungent scent of Jimmy's ass on his fingers. Oh what a mess he had made inside his shorts as he tried to figure out how he was going to hide the large spreading cum-stain when he would need to stand to leave the party. Slowly Jimmy and Pops both returned to the reality of the party...their whole shared encounter maybe having lasted 10 minutes. Their return was just in time as Mrs Finkelstein approached from 10 feet in front of them trying to give away the rest of her brownies. Pops waved her off as he tucked his turgid and leaking cock back down further in his shorts...but Jimmy happily accepted a brownie and wolfed it down in one swift motion. Pops reached over and grabbed himself a fresh beer from his cooler, popped the top and took a deep guzzle. Once his thirst was quenched, he reached nonchalantly over for Jimmy's leg nearby and patted him on the back of the closest thigh. Under his breath Pops mumbled..."that was something, huh Jimmy? So...are you able to stop by in an hour to help with a few chores? I need to move some things and I think you would be the perfect helper for that." "Sure Pops, but first I need to stop by my house and let my Mom know where I am. I haven't seen her all day." "Well, don't get cleaned up on my account, I think this may be a dirty job.", said Pops as he held his fingers to his nose and inhaled the boy's funky ass-scent. "In fact, I don't think I plan to shower myself until afterwards." he said as he slowly stuck his fingers in his mouth to savor the pungent taste of the boy's butter on his fingers. With that Pops stood up from his chaise lounge and started to pack up his cooler and other belongings as he made the move to leave the neighborhood party. "Oh...and Jimmy, make sure you don't wash your jockstrap from today and bring it over as a little gift when you come over to do chores with me.", Pops said as he turned to go. And as he turned to leave, Pops's eyes scanned the remaining stragglers from the party...scanning across until his eyes met the eyes of a man in the shadows of a tree off to the side...eyes and a face that were familiar to him. Wasn't that Jimmy's soccer coach sitting over there and now looking his way. When their eyes met Coach gave Pops a knowing smile and nod of the head to acknowledge that their eyes had met, and to give Pops a little knowing nod that said - "I know something...I know what just transpired between you and the boy". Slowly Coach lifted a free hand (his other hand was in his lap slowly rubbing at the confined hard-on he was hiding)...slowly lifting his hand and signalling a thumbs up to Pops. Coach wanted Pops to not only know that he knew...but that he wanted some too. You can reach me at - [email protected] me a note!
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Fri, 27 Mar 2020 18:23:05 -0400 From: John Smith <[email protected]> Subject: Boy Butter 2 Boy Butter - Chapter 2 Preface - Author's Note: Nifty needs your donations! This story is ENTIRELY FICTIONAL...which means it is fiction and not real. Any resemblance to any real people is completely coincidental. This story takes place in a world in which non-consenting children under the age of 18 are interested in and physically capable of having sex like adults. In some cases the underage individuals in this story are used for sex without particular regard for their consent, although it is taken as a given that they enjoy it. This is not the real world we live in and the author in no way condones nor encourages acts which mirror the practices described in this entirely fictional story. Let me repeat...this story is fiction and in no way represents real-life activities, whether real or imagined. 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I'd love to hear from you if you are enjoying this or my other story, The Furniture Circuit (did I mention that I plan to add another chapter to that one soon) Boy Butter Chapter 2 "Hey Jimmy...over here!" yelled Pops as he waved to his new favorite boy target and motioned for Jimmy to come over and join him as he sat on the periphery of the neighborhood picnic. The regular late-summer picnic was kind of winding down as it was only supposed to run until 3pm today...and it would slowly turn into just the adult neighbors hanging around drinking beer and telling stories. Pops rarely took part in the main group of neighbors in such settings, as he instead tended to sit off to the side of all the action and watch the neighborhood boys come and go as they went off to horse around and/or play games...keeping an especially watchful eye on the young athletic boys as they rough-housed or ran around playing soccer, tag, or kick the can. On this particular afternoon, Pops was sitting on a large recliner in old Mrs. Webster's yard a few dozen yards from the party and sitting off to the side with a beer in his hand, sitting next to a little-used bar set-up next to a large hedge. This wasn't because Pops wasn't vsociable.... it was just that Pops preferred the company of young boys like Jimmy over the company of his adult neighbors. "Jimmy, over here...come over here and let's chat a while....", repeated Pops as he waved the young boy over. "Where have you been?" asked Pops as the boy made his way closer to the grown man on the recliner off to the side of the party. "I've been watching out for you and noticed you didn't come back from soccer practice with all your teammates". "Uh-ummmm...I stayed late at practice put in some extra time on my shooting." said Jimmy as he stood tall next to his new neighborhood boy-loving best friend. "Yeah? Is that so? You must be getting pretty good at soccer. I hear you are the top scorer on the team. Come over here and stand over on this side... over here by the bar." instructed Pops as he directed the boy to stand over on his right side, greeting the boy nonchalantly by using his right hand to surreptitiously caress the boy's smooth leg as he walked up. "You sure you didn't stop anywhere else after practice? It's been over an hour and a half since your buddies got back." inquired Pops, seeking the truth from the boy. "Well, I did stop over at Mr. Smith's house over on Elm Court on the way back...he has a cool video game I like to play", mentioned Jimmy, trying to play off his visit to Mr. Smith's house as casually as possible. "Is that right?" inquired Pops as he smiled with increased interest, with his curiosity suddenly piqued even more than before... particularly since Jon Smith on Elm Court is a well-known man/boy-lover amongst the local pedo community...one that has groomed many a boy and shared them with his pedo friends.like Pops. "Did you visit his basement while you were there, Jimmy? Any chance you took a ride on any of his custom-made furniture?" asked Pops knowingly, familiar with the sorts of fun and games Smith played with boy on his custom-made basement furniture pieces...knowing from first hand knowledge based upon having shared the warm mouth and tight little boy-pussy of an out of town boy with Smith last summer....having deep-fucked and bred the boy as he rode in Smith's sling chair. "Uummmm.... yeah, I guess so, yea, I visited his basement and took a ride in his reclining chair", as the boy shot a look over at Pops and the man knowingly smiled as their eyes met. "Is that right? I bet Mr. Smith gave you a nice fun ride in his reclining chair." smiled Pops as he patted the back of the boy's silky smooth thick with a reassuring and knowing pat. "We need to visit Smith's basement together sometime maybe." said Pops as he let the boy know his intentions, stroking the boy's firm thigh and up to his buttocks through his shorts as the boy's lower half was hidden from view of the rest of the neighborhood group sitting not 15 yards away. Pops then took a sip of his beer in his left hand and nonchalantly rested his right hand on the back of Jimmy's calf, just below the knee ... squeezing the boy's calf muscle and checking the boy's reaction to this casual groping of his leg in such a public place. Sliding his big rough hand up and down Jimmy's skinny silky smooth alabaster leg, Pops started to squeeze the boy's smooth leg in a perverted groping. Jimmy shot Pops a look that said - "you're not really going to do that here" as Pops began rubbing and feeling up the boy's inner thigh as his hand traveled quickly up the back of the boy's creamy smooth leg, pushing rudely inside Jimmy's baggy soccer shorts. It wasn't long before Pops's groping hand and probing fingertips found the cleft in the boy's smooth buttocks in his baggy shorts...those beautifully smooth pillows of boy-flesh, framed so nicely by the boy's tight white jockstrap. The boy shivered and Pops felt prickly goosebumps form on the back of the boy's smooth pale thighs and buttcheeks as Pops lightly stroked the boy's tender parts to see how he would react, rubbing his large hand up over the boy's buttcheeks....petting them and squeezing the boy's pert, muscular little cheeks, as they hid inside the boy's baggy soccer shorts. "Good boy Jimmy..." whispered Pops in low tone so no one else could hear, "I'm glad you made it back for the party. I hope you're not in a rush. I want you to just relax and have some fun here with me now. Maybe later you can help me with some chores I need done in my garden shed out back of my house. I need a hand with a few things." Pops said as he put his beer down and grabbed at the very large bulge in his shorts, watching Jimmy's eyes follow his down to the self-groping of his large bulge...showing Jimmy his half-hard pipe of cock that had slid half-way down his thigh in his shorts. Jimmy's eyes-widening and he unconsciously licked his lips as he remembered the few times over the past two weeks when he had had the opportunity to have Pops big thick daddy cock stuffed in his mouth. And with that statement Pops let out a low, barely audible growl as he let his fingers roam up and down the crack of the boy's smooth buttcheeks.... feeling Jimmy up and lewdly groping the boy as he started to feel his way between the boy's smooth alabaster globes, feeling the boy's skin ripple in goosebumps, pushing forward with curious fingertips in between Jimmy's moist asscheeks, pushing his probing fingers deeper into the boy's moist, musty and deliciously smooth crack. Pops looked up at the boy's face and saw that he was staring off in a dreamy state, eye-lids half-way down his lustful eyes. Was Pops the only one at the party to see Jimmy drift off into a full-on lust...moaning ever so softly under his breath, arching his back and wiggling his butt slightly to encourage Pops to continue with a deeper exploration? The smooth cleft of the boy's ass pulled apart slightly for the old pedophile as Jimmy spread his legs wider and then arched his back and pushed his hips back, inviting the old pervert to press forward with his exploration. The boy spread his musty, sweat slickened asscheeks apart to allow the old man's deeper probing of his smooth crack....slowly parting his small pert muscular mounds and opening up his innermost secret place for Pops to explore freely. Pops pressed forward and deeper into the smooth cleft and his fingertip found the boy's tight little puckered rosebud as he started a slow circular massaging of Jimmy's tight little puckered muscle....slowly circling the boy's pouting rosebud in no particular hurry, petting the young boy's sensitive rim with a fat rough tip of daddy's finger. Pops was now fully focused on the boy's smooth winking ring through the sensory touch of his fingertip. Was it Pops's active imagination or was Jimmy's puckered ass-lips swollen and pouting from his visit to Smith's basement? Would Pops find a creamy slick load of Smith's daddy seed buried deep inside the boy's bowels? Pops half-hoped he would and was determined to find out soon. The taut muscle of the boy's asshole ring was active and responsive to the older man's touch as it winked and quivered under Pops's seasoned groping, and Jimmy let a low guttural groan escape as he felt Pops finger rub and poke and probe at the sensitive ass-lips of his tight youthful rim. The boy's asshole ring began to pulse and quiver as blood rushed to Jimmy's pelvic area and engorged the boy's sexed up rectum. Pops could feel every beat of Jimmy's heart on his fingertip as it responded to the probing tip of Pops's finger, winking and clenching and then relaxing, and then puckered into a tight little rosebud for Pops to pet as the old man used an experienced fingertip to stroke and pet the boy's sensitive little winking rim. Pops wished he could watch as he pushed the muscular globes of Jimmy's buttcheeks apart and watch his tight little winking rim stretch open and invite him inside...but instead Pops was made to be content savoring his petting and stroking Jimmy's tight little winking rosebud with the tips if his fat calloused fingers Pops reached lower and pulled on Jimmy's loose hairless nutsack, manipulating and tugging on the boy's immature grape-sized testicles as he at the same time rubbed the boy's winking rim with his fat thumb. Jimmy wondered if Pops would be so bold to dare to finger his butthole right here and now...while standing in the midst of a neighborhood summer picnic. The answer to Jimmy's question came a few seconds later as Pops pressed his fingertip harder against the boy's tight pucker and pressed inside, popping through Jimmy's tight anal ring and sliding a dry fingertip inside the child's tight fiery anus. "Unnnngggghhh....", Jimmy moaned softly below his breath as he took the onslaught of Pop's intruding...and unlubed...finger up his anal opening. Pops pushed deeper through Jimmy's ring and dry fucked the boy's tight little hole for 2 long strokes, hoping to find the boy's back channel slippery with man-seed, but was both disappointed and elated as he was hoping to take the boy's cherry himself later that afternoon.. But no luck. The boy's hole was a dry well and Pops went to Plan B as he extracted his long fat finger, watching the boy's face scrunch up as he bit his lip, concentrating and pushing out as Pops roughly pulled his fat finger from the boy's quivering rectum. That pervert Smith must not yet be fucking young Jimmy or else there would have been a cum load of Smith's man-seed to great and s;ick up Pops invading finger. That's good, thought Pops...young Jimmy may yet have his intact boy-cherry for Pops to take later today. "So Jimmy...what other games did you play down in Smith's basement? Have you taken a ride in his sling chair yet?"...Pops asked, although the fact that Jimmy's butt wasn't loaded up with man-seed kind of already told Pops the answer to his question. "No...not yet. He said that might be something to do on another visit." squeaked Jimmy as he rode through Pops' probing of his tight young cherry ass with his big rough finger. Pops extracted his digit from Jimmy's tight chute and pulled his big hand back out through the leg holes in the boy's shorts as Jimmy humped his ass back in an attempt to spear himself on Pops finger and to lure Pops back inside. Don't worry son...I am not going anywhere, thought Pops as he looked at his fingers for the tell-tale brown streaks of boy butter as he pulled his hand towards his face and took a long deep sniff of the finger that had just been exploring the young boy's smooth bottom. "Well maybe you can stop by my shed later this afternoon...I have some chores I could use a hand with." as he grabbed at the big bulge in the front of his shorts and fingered the big wet spot from the pre-cum that was leaking from his turgid cock. Jimmy had turned his head to notice Pops adjusting his hard cock and connected it with the invitation to help Pops with "chores" later in the day. Jimmy had heard stories of the chores Pops undertook with young boys in his shed from his cousins...and knew in the back of his mind that maybe today would be the day that he would finally lose his virginity. "MMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnnnngggghhhhhhh...........", moaned Pops under his breath as he could smell the heat and boy-sweat emanating from Jimmy's worked up butt, inhaling the boy's funky, musty boy-scent that was all boy-ass after a hot soccer practice. Pops' eyes rolled into the back of his head as the old perv savored one of his favorite and most addictive activities - smelling fresh boy-ass on his finger. Pops almost busted his big nutt in his shorts just from inhaling the funky musky scent of Jimmy's boy butter on his finger. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he breathed in the boy's funky scent through his nostrils. Pops's cock thickened and his pre-cum drooled profusely in his shorts. Pops re-opened his eyes as he paused to look around, making sure that no one was watching or paying particular attention to his movements and his conversation with Jimmy during this particular seduction of his latest boy target. Satisfied no one was watching, he first sniffed, and then licked, and then sucked on his finger, savoring the sharp tangy funky taste of boy butter on his finger, and further wetting his fingers in the process. Pops then spit up a large wad of spit and dribbled it onto his fingertips and moved his hand to re-grip Jimmy's skinny smooth thigh, gripping it and then sliding his hand aggressively up the boy's leg and into the back of Jimmy's baggy soccer shorts. Pops's surveillance for watchers had missed someone off to the side, in the shadows, watching Pops and Jimmy's interactions intently through his sunglasses...Jimmy's soccer co On the hunt for the deep recess of Jimmy's little anal chute, Pops pushed aggressively forward, pressing Jimmy's buttcheeks apart roughtly as his heat-seeking finger locked in on it's target. Pops didn't let Jimmy get used to his finger this time, but did go more deliberately this time as he pressed through the boy's puffy, gripping ring and pushed all the way forward into the boy's tight clenching rectum, using his spit to grease the way as he pressed all the way inside Jimmy's fiery little butt furnace. Jimmy squeaked a high pitched yelp as the boy had forgotten where he was and who was nearby.... standing less than maybe 10 feet away from the parents of many of his friends and neighbors And so Jimmy gave a second little squeak and burst out laughing. Jimmy's laugh caught Pops by surprise as his finger got squeezed and trapped for a tight vice grip that lasted the laugh's duration as Jimmy's rectus sheath muscles gripped and jerked on Pops's finger with each peal of laughter. Jimmy quickly quieted down when he realized that no one was watching from the picnic group and he no longer needed the laughing charade to hide his lust being driven by Pops's pedo deep diving finger. A look of deep concentration crossed Jimmy's face as he bit his lower lip and squeezed his tight little sleeve around Pops' invading finger. Jimmy concentrated his attention...and lust...on Pops' finger as Pop's pushed his way deeper into the boy's hot moist hole What Jimmy and Pops didn't know was that there was someone else paying attention to their activities....a watcher in the distance, just across the street, beyond the main group of neighbors, in the shadows and with a gaze hidden behind some dark sunglasses. This watcher knew exactly what liberties Pops was taking with JImmy, and knew the precise moment when Pops's fat finger pierced the boy's tight brave little ring....it was obvious to the watcher by the look on little Jimmy's face...a look of pain/pleasure that the boy watcher loved to see on a young boy's face...having made many a boy make that face himself many times in his long history of man-boy love. Pressing deeper, Pops soon had the boy riding up on his fist as the full length of Pops's finger was deployed up Jimmy's little butt. JImmy bent his knees and squatted a little to press his hungry little boy-butt down onto the man's invading finger...squatting and riding on Pops's fully deployed finger and showing Pops how hungry his little butt was. Pops curled his finger on the next upstroke and aggressively rubbed the nub of Jimmy's immature prostate gland...causing the boy's breath to catch in his throat as he shivered and trembled on the man's hand as Pop's finger gave the boy a deep prostate massage...rubbing and pressing harder now on the little walnut sized gland...massaging that pleasure button that made little boy squeak and tremble. Mmmmmmm....just perfect thought Pops as he loved this moment of making a boy quake on his intruding finger, savoring the feeling of the boy's relaxing boy-quim to suck and grip lovingly on his invading finger. Pops loved how Jimmy's sphincter muscle responded to his deep probing...savoring that tight grip of the boy's ass-ring and the vise-like tightening as the boy's rectal sleeve gripped and milked at his fat round his finger "Can I make the boy pop his little boy nutt just by fingering his hungry little asshole? Give the boy a quaking little anal orgasm..." wondered Pops as he added the tip of a second finger to the entrance of the boy's blossoming boy-pussy... rubbing his thumb along the boy's perineum as he prepared to stretch the boy's little assring with a second fat finger. Jimmy arched his back and pushed out for Pops, inviting Pops's second finger to slide inside and stretch the boy's rectum to it's maximum fullness. "Unnnnngggghhhhhhhh.....".Jimmy sighed deep under his breath, just loud enough for Pops to hear...but what about others? was anyone else listening to the boy's low moans and sighs? Pops scanned the crowd to see if there was a reaction.... but no heads were turned in their directions and Pops continued to squeeze his second finger into Jimmy's tight little anal passage. He planned to finger rape this boy In his scan of the crowd though, Pops missed the watcher off to the side and in the shade of a tree...he missed seeing Jimmy's soccer Coach, who was watching intently as a grimaced look of painful pleasure flashed across Jimmy's face just at the moment when Pops's fat two fingers started to push deeper and stretch Jimmy's elastic little boy-ring open to the point of a painful stretching...watching as the 12-year old boy;s eyes fluttered and he bit his lower lip in a beautiful look of lustful grimace. At that moment Coach knew he would someday soon make the boy make that same face, but not by using his fingers as Pops was clearly doing, but rather by using his fat cock to split the boy open as he pushed his daddy-cock into the boy's tight bottom. Pops decided to go for it, pushing his fingers deeper and using his spit to coat both fingers in the boy's furnace/vice-like gripping tunnel. Pops loved finger-fucking a heated boy's little squirming bottom....forming that tight bond between a horny man and horny boy...exploring "first hand" what part of his anal probing gives a certain boy a specific pleasure...being fully in tune with the boy's body as it moves in reponse to having fat man fingers probing tight boy asshole...playing the boy like a fine musical instrument as the boy's body writhes, and trembles, quakes, and shivers with lust. Pops savored the boy's anal contractions around his fingers as the boy became accustomed to the man's intrusion...gripping and pushing out on the man's fingers with his rectal muscles, trying to expel them just like most everything else that had passed that way. But this time the boy's efforts were to no avail. His contractions and pushing just led to a nice rhythmic pulsing that eventually led to Pops fingers burying themselves deeper, almost as if the boy's asshole had sucked on them to pull them into a more deeper seating within the boy's rectum. This would be where most of Pops's boy fingering sessions would end, as he would have enough teasing and would get such a deep boy-lust by then that he just had to pull his deeply buried fingers rudely from the boy's gripping quim and replace them with, first most likely his probing tongue and eventually his fat daddy cock. But unfortunately that was not an option in this particular situation....he would need to wait until later to get his cock up into this young boy's guts. Pops started finger-fucking the boy more aggressively...pushing in and out and starting a good rythem pushing and pulling as the boy spread his spindly legs and arched his back further ...but then Pops decided to slow down when he noticed he was forcing the boy to rock up and down with each forceful stroke. That would be an obvious sign that something was going on behind the bar that the boy was leaning over...and that was too much of a risk for him to take. Instead Pops settled into slow purposeful deeper thrusting, curling his finger to stroke past the boy's pleasure button prostate gland and probing deeper into the boy's warm receptive colon...reaching further up into the boy's warm center than before. Pops imagined his cock taking this trip and looked forward to having his fat cockhead caressed and gripped like his fingers were right now. A slow deep purposeful thrusting that carried his fingers deep and stretched little Jimmy's asshole taut around the base of Pops's fat fingers. ******** Back at the neighborhood block party just 15 feet away...one of Pops's neighbor turned to his buddy and said,... "Hey Jack, pass me another beer", and then under his breath, "and while you are doing that, take a look at little Jimmy over there. It looks like Pops is taking an opportunity to play a little tickle game with your young nephew. I haven't seen a look on his face like that since he had his dry cums back when he was 12. I wonder if he is making his little boy-cum yet." and with that, Jimmy's uncle looked over and noticed the boy looking far off in the distance with a tight grimace on his face that gave away the painful pleasure he was getting from Pops's deep fingering. His uncle too had seen that face before on little Jimmy, just last week when he had snuck up into Jimmy's bedroom during a family gathering and sucked off the boy and diddled the his smooth butthole with a finger while sleeping in bed and in his Star War pajamas. "Well...here's your beer,...and i can confirm one thing. Little Jimmy is making his sperm, and it is delicious!" shot back Jimmy's uncle with a knowing smile on his face, and then under his breath he said, "I hope that bastard Pops doesn't drain the boy dry...'cause i want a taste later tonight." ********* With his two fingers buried deep in Jimmy's gripping bunghole, Pops began to use his thumb to massage the boy's smooth perineum and small, hairless nutsack...rubbing those small marble-sized gonads as they hung in the boy's loose sack, eventually pressing harder into the boy's perineum and pinching at it from inside as he brought his thumb together with his buried fingers... sadistically pinching and effectively squeezing and milking the boy's prostate gland between his thumb and intruding forefinger. Pops knew the effect of this rough handling would have on Jimmy as the boy started to dance and squirm...and the boy's hard little spike of a cocklet began to leak copious amounts of salty sweet boy pre-cum from the slit in the small bell of his exposed cockhead rubbing and leaking into the pouch of his jockstrap. Pops thought about reaching over with his other hand and collecting some of that sweet boy nectar on his fingertips...to lick and suck on and get that sweet boy-taste in his mouth as he continued to milk the boy's tortured prostate....but decided against it because he was sensing the urgency of the boy's impending boy-gasm. Pops did take the opportunity to lean over and inhale through his nose, smelling little Jimmy's sweat soaked soccer shirt as the boy radiated with the heat of man-boy sex. The boy was pungent with a sweaty youthful musk that only emanates from a boy in the midst of having passionate sex, a scent Pops knew well from sniffing boy's and licking boy's armpits during theheat of their man-boy love-making. Pops sniffing of Jimmy scent also gave Pops a faint hint of a darker, mustier scent of heated boy-ass, a powerful scent that he was now fingering and opening up so masterfully. Pops started a brutal assault on young Jimmy's prostate, curling his fingers and pressing up and down purposefully on the boy's tortured gland as he aggressively pushed in and out of the boy's hole. With each deep fingering, he pressed the knuckles of his large fist tightly up against the boy's spread asscheeks, so that poor Jimmy began riding up on Pops's thrusting fingers and hand. Soon Pops ended each thrust upwards by splitting his fingers wide apart (or at least as much as Jimmy's constricting rectum would allow him to) as both the gripping ring and Jimmy's convulsing sleeve clamped down and held Pops probing fingers in a loving grip, only to pull his spread fingers roughly from the boy's gripping rectum with his fingertips just inside the boy's pulled out and puffy ring before starting the journey all over again . Pops wished he could watch how Jimmy's still perhaps virginal asshole was taking this onslaught of fingers as he opened up the boy's rosebud like a flower. Jimmy's breathing became ragged as he bent over the bar to give Pops wider access to his hungry butt, looking out over the party with half-closed eye-lids and biting his lower lip trying to stifle his moans of painful pleasure. He leaned on the bar also to take pressure off his knees as they began to buckle with his pending orgasm. A keen observer would quickly notice Jimmy's very public display of lust as he took Pops aggressive finger-fucking. Jimmy hadn't intended to let it get to this point...but now that he was here, on the edge , he needed to pop his little nutt rocket...like right now. He opened his eyelids and looked out over the scene of the neighborhood party. Everything moved as if in slow-motion as everyone went about their party conversations and beer-drinking. As Jimmy's eyes gazed out over the party, his eyes met someone else's that he recognized immediately. Off to the side and under a tree, Coach had taken off his sunglasses and was staring directly at Jimmy. Coach gave Jimmy a wry smile and winked at him as if to say "my turn is soon". Jimmy didn't flinch, smiled knowingly back at Coach, and then gave him a similar, but more coy, boyish wink. The boy's lovely child-like face then flashed back to a more tortured, slutty orgasmic face as Jimmy felt that now familiar knot in his tummy grow until a convulsive shock wave surged through his body...starting at the bottom of his spine and rippling up into the pleasure center of his brain. The little boy trembled and stifled a squeaking gasp as the massive quaking anal orgasm hit him hard and coursed like a tidal wave through his body. The boy's knees buckled and he squatted lower to impale himself deeper on Pops's hard fingers. Pops felt it as a powerful contraction that swept through Jimmy's body as the boy squatted onto his hand and his rectal passage contracted around his fingers as the old pervert stroked and petted the boy's spasming prostate. Three rapid-fire spurts of boy-cream rocketed out of the boy's cocklet and filled his jockstrap pouch with thin, watery boy-cum.P Pops savored the pulsing convulsions from the smooth muscle contractions of the boy's pelvis area and the tightly constricting grip of the boy's rectal sleeve, squeezing and milking his man-fingers with each spasm and as each squirt of immature boy semen got squeezed out of his tortured prostate and pumped up through his inflamed urethra to shoot from the bell end of Jimmy's little 3-inch cocklet, to splash unceremoniously into the cotton pouch of Jimmy's jockstrap...drenching the boy's crotch in a growing stain of warm boy semen. Pops made a mental note to make sure the boy gives him that jockstrap later this afternoon so that he could keep it to sniff and lick on, and suck the dried boy juices out from the cum-stained cotton pouch. Maybe he would wear it as a mask when he bent little Jimmy over the wooden bench in his garden shed, inhaling deeply from the mustiness of the boy's dried sperm as he spreads Jimmy's smooth buttcheeks and pierces his virginal little cherry-ass with his thick man-cock for the first of many times. The boy's orgasmic spasms hit a crescendo and he clenched and squirted the remainder of his boyish cream triggered from the man's anal manipulations, and then the waves of pleasure started to subside, dampening down from a firestorm level to a series of pulsing contractions, eventually squeezing around Pops fingers in a gentle, loving rhythmic embrace. This was often Pops favorite moment when savoring a boy's orgasm for him from within him, an intimate bonding with the boy solely by being up inside the boy's anal cavity during his most intense release of pent-up sexual energy. Sharing this moment with a boy always deepened the loving man-boy bond for Pops, and he thought of the myriads of pleasurable moments this particular boy's bottom would be giving to those horny men in the future who are lucky enough to travel the joyous path to this boy's warm dark hidden place... pleasures he imagined Jimmy's spasming bowels would provide his own buried, deep-seated man-cock soon....hopefully as soon as later that very afternoon. Jimmy gave a soft muffled grunt as Pops finished the boy off with a final deep press of his fingers and a vicious little wiggle of his hand to cause his long man-fingers to stir the boy's little honeypot. The boy clenched and pushed as Pops pulled his fingers out slowly, effectively shitting Pops fingers out and expelling them from his well-used rectum. Pops wasn't quite done with the boy yet as he held his fingertips pressed up tight against boy's stretched and gaping entrance, slowly diddling and fingering the smooth folds of the boy's blooming rosebud...pressing the boy's stretched ring open and softly petting the stretched, puffy rosy flesh peaking out. Oh to be able to press his face between Jimmy's smooth little alabaster cheeks and dive forward with his hungry tongue and suck on the folds of the boy's stretched pink ass-lips. Soon enough....soon enough... he had to reassure himself as he said goodbye to the boy's pouting little asshole. Pops slowly pulled his hand back out from Jimmy's shorts as he watched the boy give a little shiver and slowly came back to the reality of being right in the midst of the tail-end of a summer's afternoon neighborhood party. Pops slowly lifted his hand to his face to examine his fingers and they were smeared with a fragrant coating of spit, Jimmy's ass juices, and a few streaks of light brown boy butter. Pops lifted them to his nose and took a deep sniff of the dark musty/tangy scent of boy-ass. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as his head swam from the scent of boy-funk on his fingers. His rock-hard cock pulsed in his shorts and he shot a volley of thick man-seed into his shorts as he reached down to adjust his firing pocket rocket, his orgasm triggered by the pungent scent of Jimmy's ass on his fingers. Oh what a mess he had made inside his shorts as he tried to figure out how he was going to hide the large spreading cum-stain when he would need to stand to leave the party. Slowly Jimmy and Pops both returned to the reality of the party...their whole shared encounter maybe having lasted 10 minutes. Their return was just in time as Mrs Finkelstein approached from 10 feet in front of them trying to give away the rest of her brownies. Pops waved her off as he tucked his turgid and leaking cock back down further in his shorts...but Jimmy happily accepted a brownie and wolfed it down in one swift motion. Pops reached over and grabbed himself a fresh beer from his cooler, popped the top and took a deep guzzle. Once his thirst was quenched, he reached nonchalantly over for Jimmy's leg nearby and patted him on the back of the closest thigh. Under his breath Pops mumbled..."that was something, huh Jimmy? So...are you able to stop by in an hour to help with a few chores? I need to move some things and I think you would be the perfect helper for that." "Sure Pops, but first I need to stop by my house and let my Mom know where I am. I haven't seen her all day." "Well, don't get cleaned up on my account, I think this may be a dirty job.", said Pops as he held his fingers to his nose and inhaled the boy's funky ass-scent. "In fact, I don't think I plan to shower myself until afterwards." he said as he slowly stuck his fingers in his mouth to savor the pungent taste of the boy's butter on his fingers. With that Pops stood up from his chaise lounge and started to pack up his cooler and other belongings as he made the move to leave the neighborhood party. "Oh...and Jimmy, make sure you don't wash your jockstrap from today and bring it over as a little gift when you come over to do chores with me.", Pops said as he turned to go. And as he turned to leave, Pops's eyes scanned the remaining stragglers from the party...scanning across until his eyes met the eyes of a man in the shadows of a tree off to the side...eyes and a face that were familiar to him. Wasn't that Jimmy's soccer coach sitting over there and now looking his way. When their eyes met Coach gave Pops a knowing smile and nod of the head to acknowledge that their eyes had met, and to give Pops a little knowing nod that said - "I know something...I know what just transpired between you and the boy". Slowly Coach lifted a free hand (his other hand was in his lap slowly rubbing at the confined hard-on he was hiding)...slowly lifting his hand and signalling a thumbs up to Pops. Coach wanted Pops to not only know that he knew...but that he wanted some too. You can reach me at - [email protected] me a note! </[email protected]> </div></div>
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Date: Sun, 6 Apr 2014 11:35:27 -0300 From: James Fitzhugh Subject: Boy in the Pew Boy in a Pew By James FitzHugh Many thanks to Len in South Africa and Rob Loveboy in Canada for their editing and technical assistance. This story is pure fiction and any similarity to any events, names, places or life experiences is pure accidental. If you are underage, (according to any law of Canada or any other Country on this big blue marble of ours, then you ought to leave now. If, on the other hand, you find this story offensive or it is illegal according to the laws of your country for you to view such content, I suggest you tune out and go find a good Sherlock Holmes mystery or a book written about the days of wooden ships and Iron men by authors like Alexander Kent, Patrick O'Brien or Dudley Pope. They are my personal favourites. This story cannot be distributed in any way manner whatsoever without my expressed written consent. Please remember that we are blessed to have this Nifty site. We can keep it if each one of us donates what little he or she can afford. Remember every ? note, every ?, every $, counts. If you like this little story or don't and want to comment or offer criticism, be my guest. I answer every e-mail. Feel free to send it along to [email protected] Chapter 1 Thomas had gone to Church that afternoon. Not that he was overly religious but, at that moment, he just felt the need to talk to the Man upstairs. When he did have these talks he'd rarely, well if the truth be known, never got a reply but after he'd offloaded whatever's been on his mind, he felt good. Ever since entering catechism classes as a wee boy, the good Brothers taught him that all anyone had to do was take the problem to the Boss and He'll do the rest. The only problem with that theory was that the Boss doesn't work on a time table. The concept of time is man's invention. That was proved the moment the eminent Mr. Charles Darwin expounded on his theory of the 'Origins of the Species'. In fact, one of Thomas' theology professors once noted that the writers of the Genesis Story in the Bible actually got it right and so did Mr. Darwin. The only difference between them is that the writers of Genesis referred to a man-created time table of seven days but, as the wizened old professor asked, 'Who is to say that a day in the actions of the Boss doesn't take up millions of man defined years'. Anyway this story is not about the Book of Genesis, so we'll move along now. The problem was that so few Churches in the Archdiocese now had daily Mass because of the shortage of priests. In our City, we had been blessed, if one could call it that when the traditionalists brought in a priest from overseas to provide services to their growing Congregation. To Thomas, although it just doesn't suit everyone's taste, there is something very special, very reverent about the Latin Mass. People always bitch about the fact that the Mass is in a foreign language but the truth is that this particular congregation provides booklets that have the Latin on one side and the vernacular on the other. So it is real easy for anyone to follow what is happening on the Altar. While they don't do it for the weekday Mass, they provide hand-outs at the Sunday Mass in both official languages for the daily readings of the Epistle and Gospel and other prayers. Everyone seems happy and the number of attendees seems to be slowly climbing, particularly among the young families, much to the chagrin of the Archbishop and the Church Liberals among the clergy and the laity. Thomas didn't want to get into all this bullshit about the Roman Catholic approach to the Gay Community. The way he look at it, the Guy Upstairs, or the Boss as he call Him, knew what He was doing when He created the humans. Now whether that creation came about by the snap of a finger or by hundreds of thousands, maybe even millions, of years of evolution was not really his problem. The way he saw it He, being the Boss, knew that there would be straights, gays and bisexuals long before the humans did. And, Thomas believed that He loves each and every one of us regardless of our sexual orientation. Anyway, it's not the actual Mass we're talking about here; it's all about how a young guy and Thomas got together. It's how Thomas ended up slamming his 8 inch circumcised, totally hard cock down the kid's throat and, eventually, up his ass. And, no Guys, the kid was not an Altar boy. As I was saying, Thomas went to Church and as he usually did, he sat in the back. He wasn't nervous or bothered going up front; he just liked the back area in this little Church. There was something about this rustic, almost country, Church and how the artists of long ago had painted awesome frescoes on the ceiling that when one gazes upon them they are somehow mystically transported to a place of beauty and serenity. Anyway, here he was peacefully gazing up at the paintings on the ceiling and reciting his private rosary when these three young guys came into Church and took the pew directly in front of him. Well, they're young so they don't want to be the centre of attention in a Church that might already be half full when they come in. Of the three, Thomas had seen two of them before. One, a beautiful blond about 17, is one half of a pair of twins. Thomas had lusted after these two boys for at least two years but they are as straight as steel bars. The idea of corrupting them by introducing their luscious lips and winking, tight boy cunts to the head of his dripping cock by fair means or foul really hadn't gone very far in his feverish, nasty mind. However, if one of them ever showed the slightest interest, Thomas didn't think it would take much to send him on the prowl and eventually formulate a plan for first one and then the other's seduction. His ultimate goal would be to get both of them into bed at the same time and enjoy the spectacle of him fucking one while his brother stepped up to the plate and fucked the face of his brother. Wow! That would be hot. But, for now, Thomas considered them off limits. Damn! Damn! Double damn! The second boy also 17 is an Altar server although today is not his day to serve. He's a cute kid, with brown hair cropped close to his scalp, emerald green eyes and the most incredible smile. But there is something about him, perhaps even an air of sanctity about him that has made Thomas shy away from him. He's one of the young men in this little Congregation that Thomas felt might be priest material. So again, he is someone that is off limits but gaud almighty, does he have just the perkiest little ass. If he weren't off limits, Thomas could certainly entertain thoughts of the kid lying under him as he wrapped himself around his body like the proverbial boa constrictor, taking total control of him and he would slowly, ever so slowly, sink his 8 thick inches of definitely dripping cock deep into that beautiful little perky butt. Fuck, Thomas knew the thought of him taking that kid was getting him real horny. But it's the third kid that excited him. He gives off the impression of being a bad ass. He's overconfident and yet Thomas knows he hasn't much, if any, experience. He's a well-built little bugger perhaps no more than 15 going on sixteen or maybe a young sixteen going seventeen. His beautiful dirty blond hair is a little long so that when he wears his ball cap he has a halo effect of hair that extends about half an inch, maybe a little more turned upwards. He's sitting directly in front of Thomas and when he turns to talk to Adrian, the second boy, Thomas can see the beauty of his young, acne free face with just a light dusting of peach fuzz on his upper lip. Thomas could easily picture himself drawing his leaking cock slowly over the kid's upper lip making his mark. He didn't see any peach fuzz on the boy's chin so he assumed that he hadn't any growing there yet or he wipes it away with a razor once in a while. One can tell he's well built, perhaps even a wrestler in school, because with the buttons of his shirt undone leaving his shirt open and, even though he is wearing a tight black T-shirt, one can see the developing pectorals and the beginnings of a nice six pac. There's just something about this kid that makes Thomas' cock begin to rise and since he doesn't know him or anything about him, he has suddenly become a person of interest. Sitting back and staring at the back of the kid's head, Thomas starts wondering what it would be like to take this kid down and turn him into an exclusive cock lover. By now the little Church is one third full. Just as he starts concentrating on the formation of a plan that will bring the little sod in front of him to his knees, ready to worship his cock, the bells chime for the entry of the priest and servers into the Altar area and interrupts his train of thought. Thomas settles back and begins to concentrate on the service getting underway. But, what really pisses him off is the fact that the young guy in front of him keeps whispering to lad number 2, whom he remembers goes by the name of Adrian, and there is no doubt in his mind that Adrian, who is obviously interested in his prayers, is getting annoyed at the constant interruption. Finally, just before the Gospel, Thomas decides to take action. He stretches his arm out, grabs the young kid's shoulder, applies some pressure and leaned in on the right side of his head so no-one could see him. He gently, delicately, licked the boy's ear and whispered. "I can give you something really interesting to talk to if you want. But, for the moment, stop annoying the boy next to you. Just nod your head if you got it?" The young man simply nodded his head and Thomas let him go. During the Gospel and the short homily that followed, the kid in front of him was just the model of good behaviour. Fortunately the Mass continued without the boy in front of him causing any further interruptions. Lad number 2, Adrian, went up to receive Communion and on his way back into his pew, turned to Thomas and smiled as if thanking him for getting lad number 3 to stop talking to him. Thomas smiled in return and nodded in acknowledgement. After the Last Gospel, the priest left the Altar and, as he did, boy number 1 left his pew and headed towards the sacristy while boy number 2 went back to his knees to continue his prayers. Thomas put his hand out to the boy in front of him, leaned in and again just lightly ran his tongue over his ear lobe. He invited the boy to join him in the small hallway off to the side of the Church leading to the Choir Loft. He really didn't give Thomas any resistance. He got up and slowly moved down the pew and came round to the door leading to the loft. Everyone else was either moving to the side exits or milling around the front door chatting so no-one paid any attention to them. Once they were inside, Thomas locked the door. He led the young jock to the little office off to the side meant for the Choir Director but, now, never used. "What's your name", he asked turning to the young lad. "Pierre", he replied. "Do you come to Church to bother people who are praying, Pierre?" he asked. "Nooooo." "So why were you bothering the kid next to you? Didn't you see he was concentrating on his prayers?" As Thomas was talking to him, he stood about two or so feet away from him and he slowly raised his hand from his side to the point that it was covering his crotch. He wasn't surprised when Pierre's eyes lowered and then stayed glued to his fingers as he slowly massaged his swelling cock. "Answer my question, Pierre", he snapped while continuing to slowly massage his cock through the material of his jeans. "I just wanted to tell him something," came the stuttering response. "And what was that, Pierre? What was so important that you kept whispering to him?" "I can't remember so I guess it wasn't that important," the young man replied. Suddenly Thomas reached forward with his left arm and hand to grab the wrist of Pierre's right hand. While the boy initially resisted him Thomas, using his superior strength, slowly pulled the kid's hand forward until it rested on his rising mound. "If you really want to talk to something that would be very interested in listening to the sound of the flapping of your gums, Pierre, I have 8 inches of prime cock meat that might interest you." Without Pierre noticing, Thomas removed his hand from his wrist but Pierre did not take his hand away from the mound. Slowly Thomas moved his hands up to his shoulders and applied some downward pressure. Pierre slowly went down to his knees. Once he was on his knees before him, Thomas flipped open the button holding his jeans at the waist and slid down the zipper. As usual, Thomas was not wearing underwear. He reached out with both hands and pulled the kid's head forward so that his nose was imbedded in his very thick pubic hair. Thomas held the boy's head and nose to his crotch for a few long minutes. "Breathe deeply, Pierre. There's a big cock waiting for you in there if you want it." After he knew that he had taken a few deep breaths, Thomas pushed the boy back, slid his hands under his arms and literally lifted him to his feet. "I think your friends are waiting for you. But, if you're interested in talking to my dick, you can call me at this number." Thomas handed him a plain white card with just his first name and a telephone number printed on it. He opened the door just in time to see boy number 1, the beautiful blond twin, leaving the sacristy heading toward the centre aisle and boy number 2 getting up off his knees facing the centre aisle and waiting for his friend. Neither saw Pierre exit from the Choir Loft stairway. He moved quickly to join boy number 2 in the pew who probably never even noticed that he had left. Okay! At this point we should provide a little bit of information about Thomas. His name is Thomas Anthony Phillip Creighton. He's 22 years of age and a student working on his Bachelor of Business Administration at the local University. He has every intention of using this first degree as his stepping stone to the Law School at Dalhousie University in Nova Scotia. He'll be finished his BBA next year. His long term goal is to follow an Uncle and become an International Law Specialist capable of working at the International Court of Justice in The Hague. Fortunately, owing to the generosity of his late Grandfather, who was a renowned Jurist of long standing, he has a trust which takes care of all his education and living expenses. Economies, on his part, enable him to live a comfortable but quiet life style in a nice and well decorated two bedroom home with several specially designed amenities. His latest addition to the house was an external sun room at the back of the house away from prying eyes. The house, itself, is centred on a nice four acres of well-maintained land off campus. Thomas has plans that when he leaves for Dalhousie, he will break the property up into decent sized lots and sell them off one by one. He's been to Halifax several times, so he's already scouted out the area and the building where he wants to purchase a condo. Now, it would be rather odd if all you readers didn't want the physical info. Thomas stands at 6 foot one inch tall and weighs in at 180 lbs. He's got dark blond hair and a light dusting of hair on his body above his belly button and a much thicker spread of hair leading from his inny belly button south into his shorts when he wears them. He does have a rather thick bush of crotch hair. He doesn't waste his time trimming his pubes because those who get that far seem to get off when he smothers them by forcing his cock deep enough into their throats so that their noses and lips are embedded in his crotch. No-one has complained yet. And yes, he's not bragging when, if asked, he tells the inquirer that he does have a thick, circumcised 8 inch dick. You were told that already, so stop with the question marks, people. You're reading but obviously not paying attention to the story. Apparently, according to some family members who are supposed to be in the know, he follows his Uncle Peter in the dick department. Peter's the criminal law lawyer living in London over the pond. Thomas hasn't seen him in some six or seven years but always receives cards filled with encouragement and, quite often, financial contributions to his petty cash fund from him. His sisters once told him that Uncle Peter moved to London, England, because he announced to his parents that he was gay and had been expelled from his family because of the embarrassment. He now lived with a permanent companion, a member of the Blues & Royals, and had been for several years. Uncle Peter had given Thomas a standing invitation to visit them in London and he was seriously thinking about doing just that for a month or so before he entered Dalhousie. Thomas worked out a lot in a home gym he'd had had designed by physical fitness experts because he hated people staring at him. He quite often wore oversized clothes again because he didn't necessarily like to display his body publicly. Once, and only the once, he did give in to the pleading of Hillary Preston, a renowned local photographer and a boyhood chum of his. He permitted Hillary to take some pictures which, after Thomas had viewed them and given his permission, he put up on the internet under an alias. Hillary's apparently been asked for a lot of copies of the pictures which he sells at 50 bucks a set. Another little detail is that Thomas rarely wears underwear but when he does, he likes the feel of silk boxers. Physically, Thomas had wide shoulders, a nicely defined but not overly developed chest and a narrow waist. He is not a sex fiend as such but he loves sex and spends a lot of time researching a potential bed partner. Once he'd found a candidate, he's prepared to invest the time to slowly seduce him, first at a distance and then, once he's physically met him, he works at getting into his quarry's head. He doesn't normally rely on the use of date rape drugs, cannabis, poppers or alcohol to reel in his prey but he has been known to resort to one or another or, on very rare occasions, all of them in the pursuit of the goal. When Thomas is in bed with a partner it is not about the getting off as much as it is about the full enjoyment of working the partner's body from the top of his ears to the tips of his toes, both front and back. It can take hours but it is really about the time working each other up to that great crescendo of the orgasm. And truthfully, Thomas doesn't give a fiddler's fuck about how much time he spends working his partner because he has already determined that it is going to be an experience they will both remember. One might think that Thomas had a constant stream of lovers but the reality is that he had no more than two or three a year. A lover might last a day or several months. He had yet to take a permanent lover but that's only because he hadn't yet met the man who rocked his boat. That's not to say that he hadn't had some really deep lovers but the two he might have considered spending his life with both moved on to further their studies or careers in another part of the country or overseas and, at the time, he was not ready to make the commitment and follow them. Okay, now you know everything you need to know about Thomas, so we'll get back to the story. It was several days before he got the chance or, really, was inclined to go back to Mass during the week. It's something about the fact that according to is Church obligations, he had to go on Sundays and he really did enjoy going on Sundays but during the week, it was his decision whether or not he would go. Sometimes he did when it was convenient and sometimes when he had appointments or classes, he didn't. So, after his first episode with Pierre, he hadn't been back for three days and was just a little disappointed but by no means put out. Now it was Friday evening and for some reason he decided he wanted to go. But still, Pierre had not called. Thomas walked into Church by the front door and after greeting a few people, he moved to his favorite pew at the back of the Church. As he knelt there, reading a book, he suddenly felt a light tap on his shoulder. He put the book down and turned around to see Pierre with a really lovely smile on his face. He must have had his own wheels today because Thomas did not see the two young men with whom he had come the last time. He gently nodded his head to the right and walked away towards the door leading to the choir loft. Thomas waited a few minutes, closed his book, checked to see that no-one was watching him and got up to follow the boy. Once he got through the door, he turned and locked it. Pierre was leaning on the desk in the little office. There was no doubt that there was some activity in his growing crotch department. "So, Pierre. Why are we here?" Thomas asked walking over to a wooden cabinet mounted on the wall. He opened the box to display a TV monitor. "What's that for?" asks the inquisitive 16 going 17 year old. Yes, Thomas did ask him his age. He'd certainly known the boy wasn't 18 yet. "It's from the days that they used to televise the Mass for shut-ins from this location", Thomas replied. "The Church is wired for several cameras. There are two on the Altar ? one on the right and the other on the left and two others, again one on the right and one on the left, facing down the Church so that they could have random shots of those in attendance." "Do they still use them?" he asked. "I don't think they have used them in a while except for special events but, I think, the return of the Latin Mass to the Archdiocese might peak someone's curiosity and they might start to broadcast from this site again." "Are the cameras always on?" "Yeah, they are", he said as he reached over and turned on one of the switches. "See, I can turn on each camera depending on what I want to look at. I can zoom in the camera," he said as he deliberately zoomed in on a pretty young lady's face in one of the middle pews, "or, pull back to take a wider shot of the whole congregation." "Are they recording", asked the young jock. "Nope, they can't record at present. But if there was a VHS recorder hooked up, they could." Thomas wasn't about to tell the kid that the small cupboard on the floor near the window had several working and connected VCR's stacked one on top of the other. They were used to record special events. Nor was he going to tell the kid that there were several cameras cleverly hidden in this very room connected to those VCR's. "But," he continued by way of explanation, "the way it used to work was that the CBC or Radio Canada would bring their truck alongside the Church. They would then open that window and would haul cables from the truck to that TV monitor and hook it up. Then someone would sit in this room during the entire service, watching the service and changing cameras as they thought necessary. There would be another guy in the truck making sure the taping was going properly but everything would all be recorded in the truck. If, at some later time, they wanted to take stills from the footage or they needed to shorten the broadcast because of time constraints, it would be done at the studio. At the end of the service, they would simply disconnect the cables, close the window and drive off." "You mean someone sat here and listened to the whole Mass?" Pierre asked "Yup! Even if the guy was what we Romans called 'a black protestant' or heaven's forbid 'a Baptist' which, thankfully, he usually wasn't", said Thomas with a chuckle. "The whole room was sound proofed and, as you can see, the door is really sealed so that no sound gets in or light escapes. But, we can see and hear everything going on in the Church." "I know there are Baptists but are there really 'black Protestants'?" asked Pierre. "To tell you the truth, I have no idea. I think it was just something the religious instructors used to say to scare the crap out of us. Maybe a 'black Protestant' was something like the bogey man," replied Thomas as he flicked another switch and the sound of people entering and greeting each other in the back of the Church was heard. "All this time everyone is on candid camera", laughed Pierre. "That's the way it works", replied Thomas now moving back to the table and stopping about a foot away from Pierre. "So, back to my question, kid. Why are we here?" Pierre reached out and slowly moved his hand so that it came to rest on Thomas's mound. He began to gently rub Thomas' growing crotch. "Maybe I want to find out more about what lies behind the zipper." "You won't find out up there, bud." He said as he slowly lifted Pierre off the desk. Once Pierre was standing, Thomas applied a downward pressure on his shoulders. "But, you will find out everything you need to or want to know once you're on your knees. So! Let's trade places." Now Thomas was leaning against the desk with his legs well spread so that Pierre was comfortably on his knees between them; his face and lips but a few short inches from his desired prize. He was looking up at the TV monitor not yet paying attention to Pierre. Nor, for that matter did Pierre notice Thomas reach under the table and press a button that turned on the cameras and sound recording in their little room. "You know we have 35 or 40 minutes once Mass begins don't you?" he asked "Yes," came the young jocks reply as he looked up into Thomas's eyes. "Think that's enough time for your first lesson?" "Yes." "Ever sucked dick before?" "No." "What makes you want to now?" "I don't know. I just liked the smell when you had my nose in your pubes the last time, I guess." "Really!" asked Thomas. "Tell me about the smell." he said as he slowly moved his fingers through Pierre's hair. He wasn't grabbing or pulling a tuft of hair. He was just playing with it. "But first, let's get you where you want to be. You better pop the button and slide down the zipper. But don't pull out the prize just yet." "Why?" "Because you said you liked the smell and I want you to enjoy that smell again. There's lots of time so you can dwell in your special place for as long as you want, okay?" Pierre slowly reached up and undid the button holding the waist band closed. Then he took the head of the zipper between his thumb and forefinger. Using his other hand, he pulled the fabric out just in case Thomas was not wearing any underwear. Then, slowly, ever so slowly, he edged it down. Once he reached the bottom, Pierre simply leaned forward and knelt there breathing in the aroma of man crotch wafting up his nostrils. But Thomas was interested in having Pierre's nose deep inside the open flaps of his jeans so he reached down, interlaced his fingers behind Pierre's head and slowly drew him to the potential prize. "Breath in deeply, bud. Let that smell you crave seep into your very pores." He held Pierre's head tightly in place for a few minutes but then eased off the pressure but Pierre stayed where he was. Thomas knew that the kid was now breathing in his smell all on his own. Thomas looked down at the top of the young jock's head. Then reaching down to take hold of his chin, he lifted Pierre's head so that he could look straight into his eyes. "So why are we here Pierre? Why are you, a well-built 16 going 17 year old jock on his knees ready to service my dick?" "Bbbbbbbecause", stammered the boy, "I know you and I want to serve you just like my brother did." Thomas's fingers tightened on the boy's jaw, "What are you talking about? What brother?" "You're Thomas Creighton. My brother is Paul Pichette. One night when my brother got really, really drunk he lay down on my bed and I held his head on my stomach as he told me all about Thomas Creighton, the man he loved and the man he had to leave." Thomas was now very curious. "Why have I never seen you before? How come Paul never mentioned a brother?" "That was because my family had made a decision when I was 12 that I would stay with my grandparents up in Maisonnette where they lived because they were now very old. They didn't want anyone to look after them but they wanted someone younger to just be there for them to do the little things they couldn't any more. So I was sent up to the village of Maisonnette. Paul was in High School so he stayed here." "Well", said Thomas lowering Pierre's face back down so that his nose was once again embedded in his open crotch. "I really missed Paul when he left for the Military College in British Columbia. It didn't come all that sudden, though. He talked about it for a few months before he left. Then, after one last weekend together, he left. I only received one letter from him." Thomas looked up to see what was happening on the TV monitor. The people were now saying the Rosary. He let Pierre continue to breathe deeply from his crotch. Then taking Pierre's head in his hands again he tilted it upwards. "You know, when I first saw you, I thought you looked familiar but I just couldn't place it. I thought I'd seen you around somewhere and now I've just remembered where. I remember Paul took a card out of his wallet once and handed me the wallet while he was talking with a store clerk. I flipped to a part of his wallet where he had pictures of his parents; a little girl who I think he said was a niece and a picture of him and a younger boy. But he never told me who the kid was and, now that I think of it, I was stupid not to ask." Pierre smiled up at Thomas. "I can tell you what Paul told me that night." "And what was that?" "He had never met a more demanding, commanding, complete lover. But, unless he was willing to totally give in to you and not develop on his own, he had to leave. He was always afraid that he would lose himself in you. But, the most important thing he told me was that everything that happened between you happened because he wanted it to and you allowed it. He said you didn't believe in all that artificial slapping around. He said that the sign of the true master is to watch another give himself totally and willingly to him on his own." Suddenly something flashed through Thomas' mind. "I think your brother talked too much kid. I don't know if I want to go through with this", he said reaching down to pull Pierre up to his feet. But Pierre had already made up his mind as to what he wanted. Once on his feet he pushed Thomas back onto the desk. Thomas could have resisted him, of course, but he wanted; no he needed, to see where the kid wanted to go with all this. Now it was Pierre's turn to take Thomas's face in his hands and in a very determined voice, the young jock said "I want to go through with this. I want to know what my brother had found so special that he had to run across the country to get away from it. I want to know who Thomas Creighton is and why he meant so much and still does to my brother. And, I want to know why, after only a few short minutes on my knees that first time; I became intoxicated with your smell." Thomas in a sudden flash move turned the tables on Pierre so that suddenly Pierre found himself on his back on the desk with Thomas lying over him, totally dominating him "You realize kid that if I decide to go through with this you will be mine, all mine, and only mine?" "Yes." "And you realize that you are submitting to me of your own free will and I can do anything I want with you?" "Yes" And you realize that once we both willingly and freely commit to going forward, I will definitely mark you as mine just as a dog pisses on a fire hydrant to mark his territory?" "Yes" "Then", said Thomas lifting himself off of Pierre's body. "Get on your knees for your first lesson." To be continued. Authors Note: I would like to apologize to my readers for the mistake I made when this story was first published on Nifty. In the opening chapter, I referred to Mr. Darwin's 'Theory of Relativity'. Nick, one of my readers, so rightly chastised me for my lack of attention to accuracy and pointed out to me that it was Mr. Albert Einstein who developed the 'Theory of Relativity' and it was Mr. Charles Darwin who developed the theory on the 'Origins of the Species'. Thank goodness that with the help of David at Nifty, I was able to correct my horrendous mistake before the story was reviewed by the Nobel Committee for Literature. Oh, yes! I did think of firing my editor who didn't catch my mistake either, but unemployment is so rife in his Country that I decided to give him another chance and let him keep his job. hehehehahahahaha lol lol.
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Sun, 6 Apr 2014 11:35:27 -0300 From: James Fitzhugh <[email protected]> Subject: Boy in the Pew Boy in a Pew By James FitzHugh Many thanks to Len in South Africa and Rob Loveboy in Canada for their editing and technical assistance. This story is pure fiction and any similarity to any events, names, places or life experiences is pure accidental. If you are underage, (according to any law of Canada or any other Country on this big blue marble of ours, then you ought to leave now. If, on the other hand, you find this story offensive or it is illegal according to the laws of your country for you to view such content, I suggest you tune out and go find a good Sherlock Holmes mystery or a book written about the days of wooden ships and Iron men by authors like Alexander Kent, Patrick O'Brien or Dudley Pope. They are my personal favourites. This story cannot be distributed in any way manner whatsoever without my expressed written consent. Please remember that we are blessed to have this Nifty site. We can keep it if each one of us donates what little he or she can afford. Remember every ? note, every ?, every $, counts. If you like this little story or don't and want to comment or offer criticism, be my guest. I answer every e-mail. Feel free to send it along to [email protected] Chapter 1 Thomas had gone to Church that afternoon. Not that he was overly religious but, at that moment, he just felt the need to talk to the Man upstairs. When he did have these talks he'd rarely, well if the truth be known, never got a reply but after he'd offloaded whatever's been on his mind, he felt good. Ever since entering catechism classes as a wee boy, the good Brothers taught him that all anyone had to do was take the problem to the Boss and He'll do the rest. The only problem with that theory was that the Boss doesn't work on a time table. The concept of time is man's invention. That was proved the moment the eminent Mr. Charles Darwin expounded on his theory of the 'Origins of the Species'. In fact, one of Thomas' theology professors once noted that the writers of the Genesis Story in the Bible actually got it right and so did Mr. Darwin. The only difference between them is that the writers of Genesis referred to a man-created time table of seven days but, as the wizened old professor asked, 'Who is to say that a day in the actions of the Boss doesn't take up millions of man defined years'. Anyway this story is not about the Book of Genesis, so we'll move along now. The problem was that so few Churches in the Archdiocese now had daily Mass because of the shortage of priests. In our City, we had been blessed, if one could call it that when the traditionalists brought in a priest from overseas to provide services to their growing Congregation. To Thomas, although it just doesn't suit everyone's taste, there is something very special, very reverent about the Latin Mass. People always bitch about the fact that the Mass is in a foreign language but the truth is that this particular congregation provides booklets that have the Latin on one side and the vernacular on the other. So it is real easy for anyone to follow what is happening on the Altar. While they don't do it for the weekday Mass, they provide hand-outs at the Sunday Mass in both official languages for the daily readings of the Epistle and Gospel and other prayers. Everyone seems happy and the number of attendees seems to be slowly climbing, particularly among the young families, much to the chagrin of the Archbishop and the Church Liberals among the clergy and the laity. Thomas didn't want to get into all this bullshit about the Roman Catholic approach to the Gay Community. The way he look at it, the Guy Upstairs, or the Boss as he call Him, knew what He was doing when He created the humans. Now whether that creation came about by the snap of a finger or by hundreds of thousands, maybe even millions, of years of evolution was not really his problem. The way he saw it He, being the Boss, knew that there would be straights, gays and bisexuals long before the humans did. And, Thomas believed that He loves each and every one of us regardless of our sexual orientation. Anyway, it's not the actual Mass we're talking about here; it's all about how a young guy and Thomas got together. It's how Thomas ended up slamming his 8 inch circumcised, totally hard cock down the kid's throat and, eventually, up his ass. And, no Guys, the kid was not an Altar boy. As I was saying, Thomas went to Church and as he usually did, he sat in the back. He wasn't nervous or bothered going up front; he just liked the back area in this little Church. There was something about this rustic, almost country, Church and how the artists of long ago had painted awesome frescoes on the ceiling that when one gazes upon them they are somehow mystically transported to a place of beauty and serenity. Anyway, here he was peacefully gazing up at the paintings on the ceiling and reciting his private rosary when these three young guys came into Church and took the pew directly in front of him. Well, they're young so they don't want to be the centre of attention in a Church that might already be half full when they come in. Of the three, Thomas had seen two of them before. One, a beautiful blond about 17, is one half of a pair of twins. Thomas had lusted after these two boys for at least two years but they are as straight as steel bars. The idea of corrupting them by introducing their luscious lips and winking, tight boy cunts to the head of his dripping cock by fair means or foul really hadn't gone very far in his feverish, nasty mind. However, if one of them ever showed the slightest interest, Thomas didn't think it would take much to send him on the prowl and eventually formulate a plan for first one and then the other's seduction. His ultimate goal would be to get both of them into bed at the same time and enjoy the spectacle of him fucking one while his brother stepped up to the plate and fucked the face of his brother. Wow! That would be hot. But, for now, Thomas considered them off limits. Damn! Damn! Double damn! The second boy also 17 is an Altar server although today is not his day to serve. He's a cute kid, with brown hair cropped close to his scalp, emerald green eyes and the most incredible smile. But there is something about him, perhaps even an air of sanctity about him that has made Thomas shy away from him. He's one of the young men in this little Congregation that Thomas felt might be priest material. So again, he is someone that is off limits but gaud almighty, does he have just the perkiest little ass. If he weren't off limits, Thomas could certainly entertain thoughts of the kid lying under him as he wrapped himself around his body like the proverbial boa constrictor, taking total control of him and he would slowly, ever so slowly, sink his 8 thick inches of definitely dripping cock deep into that beautiful little perky butt. Fuck, Thomas knew the thought of him taking that kid was getting him real horny. But it's the third kid that excited him. He gives off the impression of being a bad ass. He's overconfident and yet Thomas knows he hasn't much, if any, experience. He's a well-built little bugger perhaps no more than 15 going on sixteen or maybe a young sixteen going seventeen. His beautiful dirty blond hair is a little long so that when he wears his ball cap he has a halo effect of hair that extends about half an inch, maybe a little more turned upwards. He's sitting directly in front of Thomas and when he turns to talk to Adrian, the second boy, Thomas can see the beauty of his young, acne free face with just a light dusting of peach fuzz on his upper lip. Thomas could easily picture himself drawing his leaking cock slowly over the kid's upper lip making his mark. He didn't see any peach fuzz on the boy's chin so he assumed that he hadn't any growing there yet or he wipes it away with a razor once in a while. One can tell he's well built, perhaps even a wrestler in school, because with the buttons of his shirt undone leaving his shirt open and, even though he is wearing a tight black T-shirt, one can see the developing pectorals and the beginnings of a nice six pac. There's just something about this kid that makes Thomas' cock begin to rise and since he doesn't know him or anything about him, he has suddenly become a person of interest. Sitting back and staring at the back of the kid's head, Thomas starts wondering what it would be like to take this kid down and turn him into an exclusive cock lover. By now the little Church is one third full. Just as he starts concentrating on the formation of a plan that will bring the little sod in front of him to his knees, ready to worship his cock, the bells chime for the entry of the priest and servers into the Altar area and interrupts his train of thought. Thomas settles back and begins to concentrate on the service getting underway. But, what really pisses him off is the fact that the young guy in front of him keeps whispering to lad number 2, whom he remembers goes by the name of Adrian, and there is no doubt in his mind that Adrian, who is obviously interested in his prayers, is getting annoyed at the constant interruption. Finally, just before the Gospel, Thomas decides to take action. He stretches his arm out, grabs the young kid's shoulder, applies some pressure and leaned in on the right side of his head so no-one could see him. He gently, delicately, licked the boy's ear and whispered. "I can give you something really interesting to talk to if you want. But, for the moment, stop annoying the boy next to you. Just nod your head if you got it?" The young man simply nodded his head and Thomas let him go. During the Gospel and the short homily that followed, the kid in front of him was just the model of good behaviour. Fortunately the Mass continued without the boy in front of him causing any further interruptions. Lad number 2, Adrian, went up to receive Communion and on his way back into his pew, turned to Thomas and smiled as if thanking him for getting lad number 3 to stop talking to him. Thomas smiled in return and nodded in acknowledgement. After the Last Gospel, the priest left the Altar and, as he did, boy number 1 left his pew and headed towards the sacristy while boy number 2 went back to his knees to continue his prayers. Thomas put his hand out to the boy in front of him, leaned in and again just lightly ran his tongue over his ear lobe. He invited the boy to join him in the small hallway off to the side of the Church leading to the Choir Loft. He really didn't give Thomas any resistance. He got up and slowly moved down the pew and came round to the door leading to the loft. Everyone else was either moving to the side exits or milling around the front door chatting so no-one paid any attention to them. Once they were inside, Thomas locked the door. He led the young jock to the little office off to the side meant for the Choir Director but, now, never used. "What's your name", he asked turning to the young lad. "Pierre", he replied. "Do you come to Church to bother people who are praying, Pierre?" he asked. "Nooooo." "So why were you bothering the kid next to you? Didn't you see he was concentrating on his prayers?" As Thomas was talking to him, he stood about two or so feet away from him and he slowly raised his hand from his side to the point that it was covering his crotch. He wasn't surprised when Pierre's eyes lowered and then stayed glued to his fingers as he slowly massaged his swelling cock. "Answer my question, Pierre", he snapped while continuing to slowly massage his cock through the material of his jeans. "I just wanted to tell him something," came the stuttering response. "And what was that, Pierre? What was so important that you kept whispering to him?" "I can't remember so I guess it wasn't that important," the young man replied. Suddenly Thomas reached forward with his left arm and hand to grab the wrist of Pierre's right hand. While the boy initially resisted him Thomas, using his superior strength, slowly pulled the kid's hand forward until it rested on his rising mound. "If you really want to talk to something that would be very interested in listening to the sound of the flapping of your gums, Pierre, I have 8 inches of prime cock meat that might interest you." Without Pierre noticing, Thomas removed his hand from his wrist but Pierre did not take his hand away from the mound. Slowly Thomas moved his hands up to his shoulders and applied some downward pressure. Pierre slowly went down to his knees. Once he was on his knees before him, Thomas flipped open the button holding his jeans at the waist and slid down the zipper. As usual, Thomas was not wearing underwear. He reached out with both hands and pulled the kid's head forward so that his nose was imbedded in his very thick pubic hair. Thomas held the boy's head and nose to his crotch for a few long minutes. "Breathe deeply, Pierre. There's a big cock waiting for you in there if you want it." After he knew that he had taken a few deep breaths, Thomas pushed the boy back, slid his hands under his arms and literally lifted him to his feet. "I think your friends are waiting for you. But, if you're interested in talking to my dick, you can call me at this number." Thomas handed him a plain white card with just his first name and a telephone number printed on it. He opened the door just in time to see boy number 1, the beautiful blond twin, leaving the sacristy heading toward the centre aisle and boy number 2 getting up off his knees facing the centre aisle and waiting for his friend. Neither saw Pierre exit from the Choir Loft stairway. He moved quickly to join boy number 2 in the pew who probably never even noticed that he had left. Okay! At this point we should provide a little bit of information about Thomas. His name is Thomas Anthony Phillip Creighton. He's 22 years of age and a student working on his Bachelor of Business Administration at the local University. He has every intention of using this first degree as his stepping stone to the Law School at Dalhousie University in Nova Scotia. He'll be finished his BBA next year. His long term goal is to follow an Uncle and become an International Law Specialist capable of working at the International Court of Justice in The Hague. Fortunately, owing to the generosity of his late Grandfather, who was a renowned Jurist of long standing, he has a trust which takes care of all his education and living expenses. Economies, on his part, enable him to live a comfortable but quiet life style in a nice and well decorated two bedroom home with several specially designed amenities. His latest addition to the house was an external sun room at the back of the house away from prying eyes. The house, itself, is centred on a nice four acres of well-maintained land off campus. Thomas has plans that when he leaves for Dalhousie, he will break the property up into decent sized lots and sell them off one by one. He's been to Halifax several times, so he's already scouted out the area and the building where he wants to purchase a condo. Now, it would be rather odd if all you readers didn't want the physical info. Thomas stands at 6 foot one inch tall and weighs in at 180 lbs. He's got dark blond hair and a light dusting of hair on his body above his belly button and a much thicker spread of hair leading from his inny belly button south into his shorts when he wears them. He does have a rather thick bush of crotch hair. He doesn't waste his time trimming his pubes because those who get that far seem to get off when he smothers them by forcing his cock deep enough into their throats so that their noses and lips are embedded in his crotch. No-one has complained yet. And yes, he's not bragging when, if asked, he tells the inquirer that he does have a thick, circumcised 8 inch dick. You were told that already, so stop with the question marks, people. You're reading but obviously not paying attention to the story. Apparently, according to some family members who are supposed to be in the know, he follows his Uncle Peter in the dick department. Peter's the criminal law lawyer living in London over the pond. Thomas hasn't seen him in some six or seven years but always receives cards filled with encouragement and, quite often, financial contributions to his petty cash fund from him. His sisters once told him that Uncle Peter moved to London, England, because he announced to his parents that he was gay and had been expelled from his family because of the embarrassment. He now lived with a permanent companion, a member of the Blues &amp; Royals, and had been for several years. Uncle Peter had given Thomas a standing invitation to visit them in London and he was seriously thinking about doing just that for a month or so before he entered Dalhousie. Thomas worked out a lot in a home gym he'd had had designed by physical fitness experts because he hated people staring at him. He quite often wore oversized clothes again because he didn't necessarily like to display his body publicly. Once, and only the once, he did give in to the pleading of Hillary Preston, a renowned local photographer and a boyhood chum of his. He permitted Hillary to take some pictures which, after Thomas had viewed them and given his permission, he put up on the internet under an alias. Hillary's apparently been asked for a lot of copies of the pictures which he sells at 50 bucks a set. Another little detail is that Thomas rarely wears underwear but when he does, he likes the feel of silk boxers. Physically, Thomas had wide shoulders, a nicely defined but not overly developed chest and a narrow waist. He is not a sex fiend as such but he loves sex and spends a lot of time researching a potential bed partner. Once he'd found a candidate, he's prepared to invest the time to slowly seduce him, first at a distance and then, once he's physically met him, he works at getting into his quarry's head. He doesn't normally rely on the use of date rape drugs, cannabis, poppers or alcohol to reel in his prey but he has been known to resort to one or another or, on very rare occasions, all of them in the pursuit of the goal. When Thomas is in bed with a partner it is not about the getting off as much as it is about the full enjoyment of working the partner's body from the top of his ears to the tips of his toes, both front and back. It can take hours but it is really about the time working each other up to that great crescendo of the orgasm. And truthfully, Thomas doesn't give a fiddler's fuck about how much time he spends working his partner because he has already determined that it is going to be an experience they will both remember. One might think that Thomas had a constant stream of lovers but the reality is that he had no more than two or three a year. A lover might last a day or several months. He had yet to take a permanent lover but that's only because he hadn't yet met the man who rocked his boat. That's not to say that he hadn't had some really deep lovers but the two he might have considered spending his life with both moved on to further their studies or careers in another part of the country or overseas and, at the time, he was not ready to make the commitment and follow them. Okay, now you know everything you need to know about Thomas, so we'll get back to the story. It was several days before he got the chance or, really, was inclined to go back to Mass during the week. It's something about the fact that according to is Church obligations, he had to go on Sundays and he really did enjoy going on Sundays but during the week, it was his decision whether or not he would go. Sometimes he did when it was convenient and sometimes when he had appointments or classes, he didn't. So, after his first episode with Pierre, he hadn't been back for three days and was just a little disappointed but by no means put out. Now it was Friday evening and for some reason he decided he wanted to go. But still, Pierre had not called. Thomas walked into Church by the front door and after greeting a few people, he moved to his favorite pew at the back of the Church. As he knelt there, reading a book, he suddenly felt a light tap on his shoulder. He put the book down and turned around to see Pierre with a really lovely smile on his face. He must have had his own wheels today because Thomas did not see the two young men with whom he had come the last time. He gently nodded his head to the right and walked away towards the door leading to the choir loft. Thomas waited a few minutes, closed his book, checked to see that no-one was watching him and got up to follow the boy. Once he got through the door, he turned and locked it. Pierre was leaning on the desk in the little office. There was no doubt that there was some activity in his growing crotch department. "So, Pierre. Why are we here?" Thomas asked walking over to a wooden cabinet mounted on the wall. He opened the box to display a TV monitor. "What's that for?" asks the inquisitive 16 going 17 year old. Yes, Thomas did ask him his age. He'd certainly known the boy wasn't 18 yet. "It's from the days that they used to televise the Mass for shut-ins from this location", Thomas replied. "The Church is wired for several cameras. There are two on the Altar ? one on the right and the other on the left and two others, again one on the right and one on the left, facing down the Church so that they could have random shots of those in attendance." "Do they still use them?" he asked. "I don't think they have used them in a while except for special events but, I think, the return of the Latin Mass to the Archdiocese might peak someone's curiosity and they might start to broadcast from this site again." "Are the cameras always on?" "Yeah, they are", he said as he reached over and turned on one of the switches. "See, I can turn on each camera depending on what I want to look at. I can zoom in the camera," he said as he deliberately zoomed in on a pretty young lady's face in one of the middle pews, "or, pull back to take a wider shot of the whole congregation." "Are they recording", asked the young jock. "Nope, they can't record at present. But if there was a VHS recorder hooked up, they could." Thomas wasn't about to tell the kid that the small cupboard on the floor near the window had several working and connected VCR's stacked one on top of the other. They were used to record special events. Nor was he going to tell the kid that there were several cameras cleverly hidden in this very room connected to those VCR's. "But," he continued by way of explanation, "the way it used to work was that the CBC or Radio Canada would bring their truck alongside the Church. They would then open that window and would haul cables from the truck to that TV monitor and hook it up. Then someone would sit in this room during the entire service, watching the service and changing cameras as they thought necessary. There would be another guy in the truck making sure the taping was going properly but everything would all be recorded in the truck. If, at some later time, they wanted to take stills from the footage or they needed to shorten the broadcast because of time constraints, it would be done at the studio. At the end of the service, they would simply disconnect the cables, close the window and drive off." "You mean someone sat here and listened to the whole Mass?" Pierre asked "Yup! Even if the guy was what we Romans called 'a black protestant' or heaven's forbid 'a Baptist' which, thankfully, he usually wasn't", said Thomas with a chuckle. "The whole room was sound proofed and, as you can see, the door is really sealed so that no sound gets in or light escapes. But, we can see and hear everything going on in the Church." "I know there are Baptists but are there really 'black Protestants'?" asked Pierre. "To tell you the truth, I have no idea. I think it was just something the religious instructors used to say to scare the crap out of us. Maybe a 'black Protestant' was something like the bogey man," replied Thomas as he flicked another switch and the sound of people entering and greeting each other in the back of the Church was heard. "All this time everyone is on candid camera", laughed Pierre. "That's the way it works", replied Thomas now moving back to the table and stopping about a foot away from Pierre. "So, back to my question, kid. Why are we here?" Pierre reached out and slowly moved his hand so that it came to rest on Thomas's mound. He began to gently rub Thomas' growing crotch. "Maybe I want to find out more about what lies behind the zipper." "You won't find out up there, bud." He said as he slowly lifted Pierre off the desk. Once Pierre was standing, Thomas applied a downward pressure on his shoulders. "But, you will find out everything you need to or want to know once you're on your knees. So! Let's trade places." Now Thomas was leaning against the desk with his legs well spread so that Pierre was comfortably on his knees between them; his face and lips but a few short inches from his desired prize. He was looking up at the TV monitor not yet paying attention to Pierre. Nor, for that matter did Pierre notice Thomas reach under the table and press a button that turned on the cameras and sound recording in their little room. "You know we have 35 or 40 minutes once Mass begins don't you?" he asked "Yes," came the young jocks reply as he looked up into Thomas's eyes. "Think that's enough time for your first lesson?" "Yes." "Ever sucked dick before?" "No." "What makes you want to now?" "I don't know. I just liked the smell when you had my nose in your pubes the last time, I guess." "Really!" asked Thomas. "Tell me about the smell." he said as he slowly moved his fingers through Pierre's hair. He wasn't grabbing or pulling a tuft of hair. He was just playing with it. "But first, let's get you where you want to be. You better pop the button and slide down the zipper. But don't pull out the prize just yet." "Why?" "Because you said you liked the smell and I want you to enjoy that smell again. There's lots of time so you can dwell in your special place for as long as you want, okay?" Pierre slowly reached up and undid the button holding the waist band closed. Then he took the head of the zipper between his thumb and forefinger. Using his other hand, he pulled the fabric out just in case Thomas was not wearing any underwear. Then, slowly, ever so slowly, he edged it down. Once he reached the bottom, Pierre simply leaned forward and knelt there breathing in the aroma of man crotch wafting up his nostrils. But Thomas was interested in having Pierre's nose deep inside the open flaps of his jeans so he reached down, interlaced his fingers behind Pierre's head and slowly drew him to the potential prize. "Breath in deeply, bud. Let that smell you crave seep into your very pores." He held Pierre's head tightly in place for a few minutes but then eased off the pressure but Pierre stayed where he was. Thomas knew that the kid was now breathing in his smell all on his own. Thomas looked down at the top of the young jock's head. Then reaching down to take hold of his chin, he lifted Pierre's head so that he could look straight into his eyes. "So why are we here Pierre? Why are you, a well-built 16 going 17 year old jock on his knees ready to service my dick?" "Bbbbbbbecause", stammered the boy, "I know you and I want to serve you just like my brother did." Thomas's fingers tightened on the boy's jaw, "What are you talking about? What brother?" "You're Thomas Creighton. My brother is Paul Pichette. One night when my brother got really, really drunk he lay down on my bed and I held his head on my stomach as he told me all about Thomas Creighton, the man he loved and the man he had to leave." Thomas was now very curious. "Why have I never seen you before? How come Paul never mentioned a brother?" "That was because my family had made a decision when I was 12 that I would stay with my grandparents up in Maisonnette where they lived because they were now very old. They didn't want anyone to look after them but they wanted someone younger to just be there for them to do the little things they couldn't any more. So I was sent up to the village of Maisonnette. Paul was in High School so he stayed here." "Well", said Thomas lowering Pierre's face back down so that his nose was once again embedded in his open crotch. "I really missed Paul when he left for the Military College in British Columbia. It didn't come all that sudden, though. He talked about it for a few months before he left. Then, after one last weekend together, he left. I only received one letter from him." Thomas looked up to see what was happening on the TV monitor. The people were now saying the Rosary. He let Pierre continue to breathe deeply from his crotch. Then taking Pierre's head in his hands again he tilted it upwards. "You know, when I first saw you, I thought you looked familiar but I just couldn't place it. I thought I'd seen you around somewhere and now I've just remembered where. I remember Paul took a card out of his wallet once and handed me the wallet while he was talking with a store clerk. I flipped to a part of his wallet where he had pictures of his parents; a little girl who I think he said was a niece and a picture of him and a younger boy. But he never told me who the kid was and, now that I think of it, I was stupid not to ask." Pierre smiled up at Thomas. "I can tell you what Paul told me that night." "And what was that?" "He had never met a more demanding, commanding, complete lover. But, unless he was willing to totally give in to you and not develop on his own, he had to leave. He was always afraid that he would lose himself in you. But, the most important thing he told me was that everything that happened between you happened because he wanted it to and you allowed it. He said you didn't believe in all that artificial slapping around. He said that the sign of the true master is to watch another give himself totally and willingly to him on his own." Suddenly something flashed through Thomas' mind. "I think your brother talked too much kid. I don't know if I want to go through with this", he said reaching down to pull Pierre up to his feet. But Pierre had already made up his mind as to what he wanted. Once on his feet he pushed Thomas back onto the desk. Thomas could have resisted him, of course, but he wanted; no he needed, to see where the kid wanted to go with all this. Now it was Pierre's turn to take Thomas's face in his hands and in a very determined voice, the young jock said "I want to go through with this. I want to know what my brother had found so special that he had to run across the country to get away from it. I want to know who Thomas Creighton is and why he meant so much and still does to my brother. And, I want to know why, after only a few short minutes on my knees that first time; I became intoxicated with your smell." Thomas in a sudden flash move turned the tables on Pierre so that suddenly Pierre found himself on his back on the desk with Thomas lying over him, totally dominating him "You realize kid that if I decide to go through with this you will be mine, all mine, and only mine?" "Yes." "And you realize that you are submitting to me of your own free will and I can do anything I want with you?" "Yes" And you realize that once we both willingly and freely commit to going forward, I will definitely mark you as mine just as a dog pisses on a fire hydrant to mark his territory?" "Yes" "Then", said Thomas lifting himself off of Pierre's body. "Get on your knees for your first lesson." To be continued. Authors Note: I would like to apologize to my readers for the mistake I made when this story was first published on Nifty. In the opening chapter, I referred to Mr. Darwin's 'Theory of Relativity'. Nick, one of my readers, so rightly chastised me for my lack of attention to accuracy and pointed out to me that it was Mr. Albert Einstein who developed the 'Theory of Relativity' and it was Mr. Charles Darwin who developed the theory on the 'Origins of the Species'. Thank goodness that with the help of David at Nifty, I was able to correct my horrendous mistake before the story was reviewed by the Nobel Committee for Literature. Oh, yes! I did think of firing my editor who didn't catch my mistake either, but unemployment is so rife in his Country that I decided to give him another chance and let him keep his job. hehehehahahahaha lol lol. </[email protected]> </div></div>
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Date: Tue, 21 Apr 2020 18:27:42 -0400 From: Mr. Smith Subject: Boy Butter Chapter 3 Boy Butter Chapter 3 -- A Visit to the Shed Preface - Author's Note: Nifty needs your donations! Please donate - http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This story is ENTIRELY FICTIONAL...which means it is fiction and not real. Any resemblance to any real people is completely coincidental. This story takes place in a world in which non-consenting children under the age of 18 are interested in and physically capable of having sex like adults. In some cases the underage individuals in this story are used for sex without particular regard for their consent, although it is taken as a given that they enjoy it. This is not the real world we live in and the author in no way condones nor encourages acts that mirror the practices described in this entirely fictional story. Let me repeat...this story is fiction and in no way represents real-life activities, whether real or imagined. However, if you are of legal age and consenting adult...drop me a note. Perhaps you would like to go for a ride sometime! I love receiving email from readers about my stories - particularly if you enjoyed the story as much as I enjoyed writing it (and there were certainly many a spent load in the writing of these stories!). You can reach me at - [email protected] And now... Boy Butter Chapter 3 -- A Visit to the Shed "Well Hello Jimmy!", said Pops as he looked up from fixing his weed whacker...a small chore he was busying himself with as he waited for the arrival of Jimmy from the neighborhood to his shed behind his house. "Welcome...welcome...and who have you brought with you today Jimmy?", asked Pops as he greeted Jimmy and two other boys as they crossed his yard. "I recognize you from the neighborhood, and one of you from watching Jimmy's soccer games, but i don't think we've ever been properly introduced.", said Pops enthusiastically as Jimmy and his two friends walked through the back gate and across Pops' backyard, still catching their breath from having run the last 100 yards or so in a foot race to get there. "Hey Pops! This is Richie from my soccer team and his little brother Rusty. We were messing around and I decided to bring them over here to meet you and hang out. That's still OK isn't it?", asked Jimmy as he shrugged off his backpack and walked across Pops's backyard. "Sure...sure..of course it's OK. it's more than OK! It's great to meet your friends. Welcome to my home....you all are welcome to stop by anytime. As you can see I've got a great big shed out back here...and it is more than a shed...it is connected to my basement and has some fun stuff for boy's your age. There's even a TV with some video games to play (and also good for watching man-boy porn)....", Pops said as he eyed up the other two boys that Jimmy had brought over. The first boy through the gate following Jimmy was the older of the two...Richie...who must have been a little older than Jimmy...perhaps around 12 going on 13 years-old, Pops reckoned. He was a gorgeous little black-haired little stud with lots of freckles and a jock's physique and air about him. He was big for his age, standing around 5 feet and maybe just over 100 pounds. He was lean and muscular and clearly entering the early stages of puberty as testosterone was starting to light a fire in the boy, transforming him, turning body fat into muscle...and turning the innocent little boy within into a horny little pre-teen. "I remember you from the soccer team...you are the left wing if i remember correctly. You have a helluva left foot!", complimenting the boy and grooming him to become friendly as Pops took a liking to Richie right away. And then Pops's turned his attention to the straggling boy...Rusty...obviously given the nickname and color of his hair...Rusty, who was much slighter of build and immediately came across as less masculine and less rugged as Richie...Rusty was a pretty little red-head boy, with long beautiful eyelashes and a cute upturned button nose on a very cute angelic face. Pops fell in lust immediately with the young boy (he did have a weakness for redheads after all). Rusty's darkish rust-colored hair was cut to one side giving the boy almost a twink emo look already. Rusty was thin of frame, standing only about 4'5" and maybe 60 lbs, if that much...thin but still carrying around some baby-fat around on his soft belly Pops guessed (and hoped). The young boy's skin was very fair, matching his brother's fair skin and freckles....except Rusty's were reddish-brown and much cuter running across his button nose. Rusty struck Pops right away as being shy and effeminate...sensitive...perhaps even gay already without knowing he was gay. Pops wondered if the boy was picked on or bullied at school for being so effeminate. Maybe this boy will enjoy wearing panties for Pops someday hoped Pops as he immediately drew conclusions from each boy based upon first impressions. Richie was all jock and athletic...perhaps even on his way to being all-top, perhaps only a top that wasn't into having his butt played with. Rusty on the other hand was clearly all bottom boy...a sensitive little boy who would likely form a deep loving bond with a boy-loving man...and perhaps with proper grooming and a stern hand would give the chance developing a deep man-boy loving relationship. "And it is certainly nice to meet you son...Rusty right?," said Pops as he stuck out his hand to shake each boy's hand in turn. And while Richie was a confident young boy, looking Pops directly in the eye as he gave the friendly old man a firm handshake, But clearly Rusty wasn't so confident as he looked down at his feet as he presented his hand, unsure of himself and very tentative. "Well, I am glad you stopped by boys...come on in boy's...let me show you around my shed here. I call it a shed, but really it is an extension of my basement. There is even a couch and a big TV in here.", said Pops as he turned and escorted the boys towards the structure of his backyard shed. It wasn't quite as elaborately equipped as Smith's basement, but Pops found it to be quite private and quite serviceable and well-used over the years. Retreating into his outfitted tool shed/man-boy clubhouse, Pops first locked the door behind them and then showed the boys around a little bit, taking them past the large workbench, the many hanging tools, and racks of miscellaneous house and garden supplies...deeper into the shed to where the video games, big screen TV, and an old leather couch was located. Not ten steps into the little tour of the shed, Richie turned to Pops and bluntly asked.... "Can you help teach Rusty how to suck dick?", blurted out Richie, "He really wants to learn", came the boy's explanation of his blunt request. "Well....ummmmmm....OK. Sure. I'd be happy to help with that.", said Pops, caught quite a bit off-guard by Richie's request "Both Jimmy and I really want him to learn so that he can give us blowjobs, but I don't think he is doing it right. He's tried sucking me a couple times, but all we have is a picture of a blowjob in a magazine for him to learn by. So far...all he does is kinda blow on me and he is just no good at it. I keep telling him he has to suck...not blow, but he won't listen" Well, what a special (and quite direct) request thought Pops. And....what a little horn-dog thought Pops, "I might even have some videos that could help Rusty learn faster.", said Pops casting his mind back to the really hot video he recorded a few weeks ago with Jimmy's older cousin Zach, as Zach eagerly knelt at Pops's feet, kneeling between Pops spread open legs and passionately sucking Pops until the old man shot several ropes of a huge creamy load all over Zach's cute upturned smiling face. That Zach...he certainly turned out to be quite the accomplished little cocksucker. "But first...I have one rule in my clubhouse, and that is all boys who visit must strip down to your underwear. That's one of few rules if you want to hang-out in my little clubhouse of a shed...that and don's tell another soul what happens in here.", said Pops, repeating the speech he has given to many of the neighborhood boy visitors to his shed over the years...and now watching each boy quickly pull off the tennis shoes and undress, stripping to the underwear and leaving their clothes in a pile in the corner. Pops made sure to watch the boy undress, paying special attention as the young thin boy pulled the shirt up over his head to reveal a smooth hairless torso....mmmmmm, boy-perfection! Then Pops searched through his computer hard drive for his secret stash of man-boy porn, found the password protected folder and video he wanted...and hit play so that it flashed up on the large screen TV. At first the the image was very poor on the large TV as camera was very jiggly as the man holding the camera settled into a big comfortable chair...but then quickly the screen filled with a view of Jimmy's older cousin Zach, with his smiling face looking up at Pops...an image of his devilish grin that changed quickly from Zach smiling for the camera to him opening his mouth wide...and the of Zach pressing his open mouth around a fat cock until it was stuffed full with a fat man-cock as he leaned forward and wrapped his lips around the man's knob and thick shaft. The boys stared in wonder at the scene...not yet realizing that the man attached to that fat cock was Pops. "Wow....cool! Check that out! Check out Zach blowing that old dude"...blurted out Richie before checking himself as he quickly realized the man that Zach was suckiing was Pops...who was standing right next to him. "Ummmmm---sorry, I didn't realize it was you that Zach is sucking.", said Richie sheepishly, "And I didn't know Zach sucked cock! Maybe I can get hime blow me some time", . "Don't worry about it...I am an old dude! An old horny dude with a hard cock!." re-assured Pops as he grabbed at his crotch to show the boy his bulging package in his underwear, making sure Rusty saw it too. Now with the video started and the boys fully stripped down to their underwear, Pops sat down on a low stool over behind the leather couch and waved Rusty over. Hesitantly at first, little 8 year-old Rusty shyly approached Pops and stood self-consciously between the old pedophile's spread open legs. Richie and little Jimmy were otherwise preoccupied, staring intently at the TV screen as they both unconsciously reached down and kept grabbing and adjusting the growing tents in their underwear. "Don't be nervous son...Pops here is going to teach you a few things just like I taught Zach and other young boys just like you. We're going to learn and have some fun today! And if you do have fun here in my shed....then you can come over to play in my clubhouse any time you want.", whispered Pops so that only Rusty could hear, conspiring with the boy to make him feel special and wanted. The slim pale red-haired boy tentatively reached out and touched the thick carpet of Daddy fur on the Pops's chest, fascinated by the thick mat of hair that he found there. Not having ever seen such a hairy man before, the boy suddenly got weak in the knees and had the urge to cuddle into the man's hairy chest and feel that fur vest on his smooth chest...and back. "Now don't you worry son...I am going to take good care of you. I am going to love teaching such a special sweet boy how to suck cock." whispered Pops conspiratorially to Rusty, "This will be our special secret." Pops said as he groomed the boy to be with him in their own special little club. Pops turned the little boy around by the shoulders and ran his hands up and down the boy's thin arms, running his hands over the child's thin arms as he squeezed them and pretended to admire the boy's immature but growing muscles... "Mmmmm...what a good looking boy...and such a nice body. I love your muscles and smooth tummy. So you want to learn how to suck cock better. It sounds like Richie would like that too. Such a sweet caring boy. Little brothers help out their big brothers all the time. Well I certainly think i can help with that! Pops is going to give this sweet boy a few lessons.", said Pops, encouraging and grooming the boy by slowly groping and whispering encouragement. "Can you also teach Richie how to put his weiner in my butthole?", asked Rusty almost casually. Pops's eyebrows shot up in surprise, reacting to the young boy's intimate request. "Well sure....of course i can....if that is what you want. "Has he tried to get his weiner inside your butt before?", came the obvious question from Pops. "Yea...he's tried a few times, usually after he got frustrated `cause I couldn't blow him like he wanted. He rubbed his weiner up and down between my butt cheeks but he couldn't get it inside so he just ended up humping my butt and jerking off. I really want to try it. Maybe you could get me ready and show Richie how to put it in?", asked the little boy-angel standing between Pops's big meaty thighs. "Well, I will see what I can do to help, son....but first, let's focus on making you a special little cocksucker! OK?", suggested Pops as he watched Rusty nod his head eagerly. This is going to be a special boy thought the old pedophile as he looked forward to giving each of the lessons the brother's had requested...and perhaps maybe...many other lessons as well. Maybe Rusty could come and visit while the other boy's are at soccer practice? So many possibilities.... Pops roaming hands moved up and around to the boy's chest and stomach, slowly groping and pinching the smooth thin layer of baby-fat covering the boy's ribs and belly. Ritchie squirmed under Pops's touch, giving the man a little boy-shiver and a tremble to savor, squeaking out a little giggle as he squirmed in the old pedo's arms. "That tickles!", giggled the young boy. "Now does it son? So you are ticklish there?", questioned Pops as he filed away that knowledge for a future groping and full-on tickling session...perhaps videoing it to share with his pedo friends. Pops's hands began to roam up and down the boy's chest and smooth flat stomach...caressing the boy's impossibly smooth skin...rubbing and pinching lightly at the boy's eraser tip nipples as a little sigh escaped Rusty's lips... and a tremor rippled through the boy's body as the boy shivered as if on cue. Pops found his way lower on the boy's tummy, all pudgy with a layer of baby-fat still, and then reaching lower for the elastic band of the boy's Spiderman underwear to begin the boy's grooming and molestation...reaching into the elastic band teasingly but not going further inside. Pops decided to hold off from groping the boy's little bits just yet...wanting rather to tease and play with the boy, play the boy's body like a fine musical instrument, as he grabbed the young boy by the hips and pulled him back towards his hulking body, pulling the small boy between his spread legs and into his barrel chest...and eventually wrapping his big arms around the boy in a big, boy-loving bear hug and rubbing his furry chest into the boy's thin smooth back. The old pervert growled his lust for the young boy softly into Rusty's ear as he hugged him tight, letting the young boy know the effect he was having on the old pedophile, sniffing in the all-boy scent from the boy's hair and at the nape of his neck...giving little Rusty a tight bear hug as the young boy trembled in his arms, a hug that he would hopefully remember forever as he felt completely enveloped and loved by a grown man's lust for him. Rusty leaned back into Pops's chest and rubbed himself against the man like a cat seeking attention from its owner. And the boy was certainly enjoying Pops's molestation, as he shivered and trembled in a deep boy-lust, as Pops reached down and covered his big paw of a hand over the young boy pop-tent in his underwear, as the old pedo pawed and groped and pinched at the boy's little 2-inch spike tenting his Spiderman underwear. The boy squeaked at the attention his little immature penis was receiving from Pops. Squeaking and squirming as Pops rudely pinched the sensitive tip of his young boy cocklet. The boy then leaned back and sighed deeply in Pops's arms, bonding with the man, almost purring in Pops's enveloping arms as he leaned back and pushed his little 8 year-old butt instinctively back into the old pedophile's loins and bulging crotch. Yes, thought Pops, you are a horny little boy aren't you...a horny little princess that will make a perfect frequent visitor to my shed. Pops's mind turned to how he was going to groom this effeminate little Rusty into becoming his own little butt-boy, teaching the young boy the dark arts of pleasing and satisfying a boy-loving man. Pops turned Rusty around again and encircled him in another big hug...getting his big man hands on Rusty's little buttcheeks...groping the boy's small cheeks in his hands. Pops leaned in and gave the boy an open mouthed kiss to see how he would react...and Rusty parted his lips and accepted Pops tongue into his small warm mouth without hesitation as the man and boy began a deep passionate French kissing. Around back, Pops hands had found their way into Rusty's Spiderman underwear and pushed them half-way down the little boy's smooth cheeks as Pop's fingers dug into Rusty's asscrack and started pulling the boy's cheeks apart in an aggressive manipulation of the boy's small pert asscheeks...pulling and pushing on those small pillows of flesh until Pops's fingertips found Rusty's tight little puckered ass-rim and started to agressively manipulate the boy's sensitive little winking ring...pulling and opening and gaping it as the man's big hands pulled the small boy's smooth asscheeks apart. [Author's side note - for an excellent demonstration of this kind of boy-ass manipulation...go to pornhub gay and enter "tiny twink fucked bareback by tall silver muscle daddy" into the search bar and go to the 7min 20 sec mark of that video. I cum everytime I watch that video! That Austin Young is so hot!] "Nnnnnnngggghhhhh....." growled Pops in the small boy's ear as he lusted for the little boy's tight little butt. Pops wanted to take Rusty and to claim him for himself...like right now. But unfortunately Pops was going to need to be patient, he was going to have to share little Rusty with his older brother Richie for a while, likely even allowing Richie to break the boy in and get him used to taking hard cock up his tight little boy backchannel. Pops imagined Richie creeping into little Rusty's bed late at night...pulling the blanket back from the sleeping boy and pulling down this sweet boy's Star Wars pajama bottoms...sliding them down over these smooth little cheeks, and forcing his little butt-burgling boy cock into his little brother's tight boy-pussy...and then jack-hammering the boy into the mattress, fucking the boy like a rabbit until he bred the boy soon after starting, leaving the little boy a few minutes later with a frothy load of boy-seed creampie dribbling from his ass-lips and dripping down his asscrack and thighs to stain the bedsheets. "Mmmmmmmmmmmnnnnngggghhhhh....", groaned Rusty's new Daddy into his ear as he thought of that hot scene of Richie fucking the angelic sleeping little Rusty. Damn I would love to fuck this boy's slender little butt right here and right now thought Pops...I bet he would spread his cheeks for me and let me...take this boy's tight little 8 year-old cherry right here and now and show his horny older sibling how to properly fuck his litte brother's boy-cunt. But Pops was more experienced than that...knowing it was going to take several conditioning sessions with the boy... knowing that maybe even after that, and perhaps several late-night visits from Richie, even after numerous sessions of Richie sneaking a hard fucking of his younger brother in the middle of the night or perhaps laying his early morning wood before soccer practice, but certainly many training and asshole conditioning sessions with the young boy before Pops's thick man-cock will even come close to fitting inside this boy's skinny little 8 year-old boy butt without splitting him open. Instead today's session was about getting Ritchie accustomed to a man's touch, getting used to being held and purposefully groped...and getting the boy to crave that warm secure feeling of being hugged with big strong man-hands roaming all over his pale smooth, tender little boy-body. It was also about siding with Richie...helping him out by teaching his younger brother the necessary skills for properly sucking cock. Clearly young Richie was a very horny and very sexual boy, soon to be a very horny young pre-teen with unrelenting needs...testosterone fueled needs that required attention several times a day...probably on his way to cumming 5 or 6 times a day on average. Richie will become a pre-teen always craving a warm mouth around his cock and a sucking throat to unload down...and perhaps with Pops's assistance, just perhaps soon, for Richie to become a young ass-pirate, always craving a warm young little boy-butt to fuck. Maybe Pops could build a synergistic relationship with young Richie....turning him into his personal recruiter of neighborhood boys... to vet them and to bring them over to Pops's shed/clubhouse to watch videos and get them accustomed to serving hard man and boy-cock. What a tag-team they could be... thought the perverted Pops. Pops was going to give two lessons to these boys today...the first lesson to Rusty on how to suck cock and give pleasure to his older brother....and the second to Richie on how to prepare a young boy for a good ass-fucking. And of course, not forgetting his own original intent...as he was also planning on taking little Jimmy's ass-cherry in the process (...assuming Richie had not already plundered the boy's ripe little butt-cherry) and perhaps give Richie a firsthand demonstration on how to breed a boy deep. Pops looked over at the other two boys who were wholly fixated on Zach's enthusiastic cocksucking on the screen. Both were staring lustily with eyes half-closed in a deep lustful trance. Pops knew that the video would run for quite some time, and eventually he would explode on camera and paint the cute 14-year old's face with a thick glaze of man-cream. Then the video cuts to another session...a very energetic fucking of Zach's tight little bottom right here in this very shed. Plenty for the boy's to watch as he delivered his lessons thought Pops. Pops pulled his low stool over and in front of a padded, well-used bench sitting innocently in his shed...leaving room for the two brothers to stand as it was the perfect height and perfectly placed in front of the padded bench. The bench also had a thick towel thrown over and covering a short stack of bags of grass seed, a favorite backrest or bench for Pops to bend a young boy over and use when coupling with his many boy lovers over the years.. "Now Jimmy...why don't you grab that camera over there. Maybe you can record this lesson for Rusty to learn from later.", instructed Pops as he waved the boy over to a small video recording camera sitting on a shelf by the TV. "Richie...now come on over here and stand right here in front of us. Yes...that's it.", Pops said as he directed Richie to the spot where he wanted him to stand, immediately sensing the boy's heat and intense sexual need that oozed from every pore in young Richie's hot body. Yes, this boy was primed and ready to feed his younger brother a very big load of boy-cream. Noticing a very healthy bulge in Richie's underwear, and then squeezing Rusty excitedly between his powerful man-thighs, Pops pushed Rusty down into a kneeling position, guiding the young boy to assume a kneeling position facing Richie and in between Pops's spread thighs. "Yes...that's it, that's exactly where I want you boys. Very good!", encouraged Pops, "Now Rusty...this is how I want you positioned for the first several times that you suck Richie's cock. This gives you all the access you need until you get the hang of it.", instructed Pops as the boys listened intently. "This is so exciting, isn't it?!", whispered Pops into Rusty's ear as he gently shook and squeezed the boy, casually lowering his right hand to cup and grasp at Rusty's tight little underwear-covered buttocks. Pops hand almost covered both of Rustys slim little buttcheeks. Pops fully intended to use Rusty's focus on his brother during this little training session as an opportunity to get to know his way around the young boy's little buttt, and to let little Rusty accustomed to having his boy-butt groped and massaged by an ass-starved older man...and maybe even get the boy used to receiving one of Pops's famous little boy-assring massages. Pops pulled little Rusty's underwear down until Rusty'w smooth alabaster cheeks hung out, allowing Pops to slowly massage and grope the boy's smooth cheekc. So nice thought Pops as he reached inside the boy's Spiderman underwear, leaning down a little and sniffing for that faint musty boy-scent he so desired. And there it was....a faint dark muskyoder that wafted up from Rusty's pulled open underwear. "Ggggggrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...", growled Pops into Rusty's ear as the boy-loving man inhaled his favorite boy scent as it wafted up from Rusty's opened up underwear...sweaty musty musky boy-ass. The old perv might just have to bend the young boy over later and give him a good tongue bath demonstration thought Pops...bend him over and show the young boy what a man's big tongue feels like roaming all around his buttcrack and tight little winking rim. "Now let me take down your underwear for you son...I want to first examine you and maybe help determine why Rusty is having so much trouble performing his brotherly duties", directed Pops as he groomed the younger boy to think that this was something normal that a younger brother does for his older brother, something he must learn to do in order to fulfill his sibling duty and bond. Both boy's happily allowed Pops to use his big man hands to pull down his underpants, revealing Richie's hooded cock for the man and his little brother, showing off proudly his half hard boy-cock as it flopped out from his underwear and hung loosely over the band...hanging there to be admired, pausing until Pops further pulled Richie's underwear completely off...mumbling, "let's get rid of these." as he pulled them fully down and the boy stepped out of them. Although fully hard when previously watching Zach's video, Richie's cock now stood at half-mast...not yet fully engorged to make it stand to full attention and stiff yet...still hooded and leaking...with clear viscous drops of the boy's pre-cum collecting at the tip. "Very nice Richie! Jimmy...make sure you capture the "before" picture for Richie so he can show off how big he grows to with a hard-on.", instructed Pops as Jimmy pointed the video camera to capture Richie's semi-hardon dangling from his underwear. Richie had a large amount of foreskin and it was still fully deployed and hooding over the large bell end knob of the boy's cockhead...ending in a crinkle and small tunnel of hooded foreskin...and to Pops delight, oozing a small pearly drop of viscous pre-cum boy-nectar collecting at the tip. Clearly the boy was leaking a prodigious amount of sweet pre-cum in anticipation of what was about to come....and Pops pulled Richie's underwear over to his mouth so he could find the boy's wet spot in the crotch of his briefs, and then he sniffed and sucked on the small mess the boy had made in his underwear. Mmmmmmmmm....delicious thought Pops....thinking that this was the first but the last tuime he would be tasting Richie's semen. "Eeeewwwwww!", whispered Rusty, "Richie's weiner is leaking pee!", exclaimed the boy, assuming what was leaking from Richie's cock was urine. "Oh no, oh no son...no, no, no...that's not pee son...that is something special...something to be savored....that stuff oozing from the tip of your brother's cock is called pre-cum, and that is what a boy, or a man, leaks out from his penis when he is very horny and is in need of the special attentions a boy like you can provide. Just look...look how clear and sticky it is. That is clearly not pee. See?", said Pops as the two of them stared at Richie's leaking cock as more pre-cum collected in the thick folds of his hood at the tip of Richie's dangling cock, slowly collecting until a small pearly drip formed and slowly dripped from the tip of the boy's tunnel of skin and into Pops's waiting palm. Pops looked up to make sure Jimmy was capturing this moment on video. "Mmmmmmm....delicious!", said Pops as he licked Richie's boy-nectar from his palm and winking at Rusty as he stared intently at what Pops did with Richie's boy nectar. "Look baby...Richie is dripping out more of his pre-cum just for you." "Mmmm-mmmm-mmm, it is so sweet, so delicious baby boy...sweet like honey. I call it boy-nectar and I just love the taste of it. You will soon come to love the taste of your brother's boy-nectar as well." "He's leaking out his brotherly love-honey for you sweet princess...that's a sign that he has so much love for you...so much love that some of it is leaking out just so you can taste his love.", and with that Pops used a fingertip to gather a large dollop of Richie's pre-cum on his fingertip and bring it over to Rusty's mouth just as the little boy parted his his thin cherry-red lips slightly and let Pops smear Richie's brotherly love on his lips. "There...just like lipstick for my cocksucking boy.", whispered Pops conspiratorially into tge young boy's ear as he smeared Rusty's lips with a thick glaze of his older brother's pre-cum...glazing the boy's thin lips until the young boy tentatively stuck out the tip of his small pink tongue and licked tentatively at his lips, showing off for Jimmy's video camera. "Here you go son....lick up some more of Richie's love.", said Pops as he reached up and squeezed at the tip of Richie's cock and the loose foreskin collecting it, squeezing out a small gush of Richie's pre-cum onto his fingertips and then placing a large dollop of boy nectar directly onto the young boy's soft pink tongue. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm....mmmm.", moaned Rusty as he licked his lips and tasted his brother's pre-cum on his lips and tongue, "That does taste sweet! mmmmmm.....mmmmm-mmm. Boy-nectar!", repeated Rusty as he rubbed his belly and pretended to be full. "I want to put it on my Lucky Charms for breakfast!". Rusty gleefully exclaimed as he smiled widely, further rubbing his belly and smacking his thin lips. "Yes son....let' do that for sure!", Pops encouraged the silliness of the little boy...introducing silliness and fun into the act of giving pleasure to his older brother. "Now, fIrst we want to make sure we take our time and get a good long look at Richie's cock...take a good look and observe some of the most interesting parts about it. We don't want to just go rushing in and start putting it in our mouth just yet." said Pops, teaching the boy the valuable cocksucking lessons of patience and anticipation and...of course building sexual tension through teasing a boy's (or man's) eager cock... to build that anticipation and need for release until it was almost painful. Richie's cock was not yet hard, only semi-engorged as it started to stir and bob with each of the boy's heartbeat. The boy's thick pale foreskin hooded over what was clearly a large bell-end as it dangled in front of the man and young boy, the cockhead bulging the boy's skin out as it started to slowly grow, and it soon became clear to Pops that Richie had an usually large bell-end...a nice fat cockhead that was going to be popping quite a number of young boy cherries in the neighborhood perhaps...one that was disproportionately large relative to the boy's slim 3 inch boy-stalk. This was a cockhead meant to be lavished with attention and sucked on very hard and made to spit its boy-seed when the time was right, thought Pops. Pops immediately decided that Richie was a grower, not a shower...and Pops guessed that Richie was packing a relatively large cock for his age...5 and a half, maybe 6 inches of a slim stalked boy penis with a fat red round angry mushroom helmet. Despite starting to become engorged, Richie' cock was still hooded, with a long hood of skin pulled up over his growing bell. In its current state it was about 4 inches long and Pops immediately diagnosed why Rusty may not be proving to be able to serve Richie's needs to fully his satisfaction. First, the amount of foreskin hooded over Richie's knob was significant and may be too much for the novice young boy to know how to deal with....and in fact, with such a large head and tight skin, Richie's foreskin may require to be forcibly peeled back over the fat engorged knob...and Pops was just the man to help accomplish that task for Richie and show the young Rusty the way. Secondly, Richie's cock was no little boy cock...no cocklet like Jimmy's...but rather it was well on it's way to becoming a man's cock through early puberty and good genetics. Pops reckoned Richie may someday sport a thick 9 or 10 inch "thunder stick" for plundering hungry little boy-mouths and boy-pussies, and it may simply be a matter that Richie's cock was too large for Rusty to handle in his first attempts at sucking his older brother's cock. "Now, after getting a good long look, next...you want to lean right in, pushing right into his crotch...and take a big deep sniff of Richie through your nose...take a big deep smell of your brother's crotch.", said Pops as he leaned in and took an exaggerated deep breath in through nose...inhaling the wondrous musky boy-scent of Richie's day-long exertions in his crotch...and giving the man the opportunity to savor his favorite boy-smells and, in turn, causing Pops's own cock to chub up and leak more of the prodigious amount of precum leaking into his underwear, and further causing Pops to lean forward and instinctively hump his hardening cock into Rusty's slim back as hugged the boy and imagined pushing through the tightness between the boy's buttcheeks. The boy took notice how the man responded to Richie's crotch-scent...and of course felt the man's hard cock thrusting forward and stabbing him in the back as he squeezed him in his arms and legs. Taking this as an opportunity, Pops felt his way further lower down on Rusty's smooth back and inserted his big hand into Rusty's Spiderman underpants, cupping the young boy's slim buttcheeks as Rusty leaned in and took his own sniff of Richie through his nose. Rusty instantly made a look of both surprise and a little bit of disgust, reacting strongly as he crinkled up his nose from the pre-teen musky smell of his brother's crotch sweat and perspiration. "Eeeewwwwwww...", responded Rusty as Pops held the boy in his arms with the young boy's face pushed forward into Richie's crotch, squirming and pulling back into Pops's arms and big furry chest, reacting and holding his nose. "yuck....Richie smells like sweat and...and something else yucky...pee?". "Yes...maybe, I don't know.. But don't worry son...it may not smell good to you right now. But keep doing that whenever you get the chance to suck off a boy or kneel for a man's cock, and you will soon come to love that smell!", instructed Pops...making sure to take the mental note to make sure Rusty takes a deep smell of his musky man crotch the first time he goes in to blow him. Pops wanted Rusty to quickly become addicted to the dark, musky man-smells of a horny, testosterone-fueled man-crotch...crave it and actively seek it out to satisfy a deep inner need for the boy. "Now watch Rusty as I use my tongue and lips to lick and suck on your brother's foreskin." "Foreskin? What's foreskin?", asked Rusty, displaying the inquisitiveness and wonder of an 8-year old boy. "It's that loose wrinkly skin hanging down over your brother's cockhead right there. Jimmy make sure you get a good view of Richie's foreskin", pointed out Pops as he put another finger into the volume of pre-cum gathering there as it slowly dripped from the tip of the boy's uncircumsized penis, inserting the tip of his finger into his mouth and sucking on it to get the boy's full taste. "In a minute, all that skin is going to pull back fully and reveal Richie's hard cockhead". "Oh...umm...really...it is? I've never seen it do that before!", exclaimed Rusty, already realizing the differences in Pops's lessons for giving a proper blowjob versus his feeble novice attempts at providing relief to his horny older brother in need. Pops paused a few seconds to watch and marvel at Richie's 12-year old cock...so smooth and pale...with tones of reddish pink contrasting the alabaster white...so very pale with pinkish hooded skin covering the head...and the shaft very white to the point of almost being translucent with thin blue veins marbled through-out. Pops took advantage of Rusty's focus on Richie's cock to feel his way down the boy's smooth back, pushing deeper into the boy's underpants with his big hand, and feeling his way into the young boy's smooth crack to push the tip of his index finger deeper between the boy's buttcheeks....slowly rubbing his way deeper, touching the boy's tight little pucker, and eventually touching his fat man-finger to Rusty's tight little pink pucker for the first time. Paydirt! Pops was not sure how the boy would respond, but was encouraged when Rusty squirmed a little in his arms and gave the old pedo a cute little boy-grunt, and then encouragingly for Pops, the young boy arched his back, stuck out his cute little butt, and wiggled it for Pops...sending the old pervert a very clear sign...signaling that he enjoyed the old man's attentions to his butthole and that Pops was in the clear to proceed with his molestation. And so, with that signal of permission from the boy to further explore his young body, Pops proceeded with a slight rubbing on the young boy's tight little winking ring, pressing gently with the tip of his finger, gently stroking the little 8-year old boy's tight little puckered button...slowly, oh so slowly...not rushing this first finger-fucking session for the boy...a finger-fucking that Pops hoped would repeat many of the steps that he had just executed so expertly on Jimmy's receptive little butt at the neighborhood picnic earlier in the day. Despite having Richie's hardening cock in both their faces...both Pops and Rusty's attentions were fully on Pops's fingertip on Rusty's boy-ring, focused solely on that small half square inch circle of firing nerve endings that was the little boy's active and winking little bunghole. As Pops petted and gently stroked the young boy's lively little ring, he felt a moistness and a greasiness to the boy's rim that caused Pops to pause and pull little Rusty's underwear away from the boy's butt to take a look inside...looking for and spotting a little brown tire track stain inside little Rusty's blue Spiderman underwear. "Mmmmmmmmm....", groaned Pops into Rusty's ear. The boy hadn't fully cleaned himself this morning after taking his morning poop...typical for an 8-year old....and how wonderful thought the old pervert. I need to remember to as little Rusty to leave his underwear behind for Pops when he leaves today. Pops leaned forward and began to use his tongue to lick at the drip of pearly boy-nectar hanging from the tip of Richie's cock...sticking his tongue out and pressing his tongue forward to lick at the thick hood and folds of skin wrapping the boy's bulging cockhead. Giving a demonstration for his young pupil, he gave an exaggerated licking and kissing to Richie's cock for a few seconds as Pops showed Rusty what he wanted him to do.. "Now here Rusty...you try that now.", instructed Pops as he pulled his head back and let the eager kneeling young boy dive forward...licking his lips as he dove forward to press his face forward with his little pink tongue darting out and starting to lick and flick all over the folds of his brother's thick foreskin. As Rusty dove forward, Pops applied more pressure from his fingertip and pressed the tip deeper until it breached the tight little gripping ring of the 8-year old boy's asshole....poking through the boy's tight little ring and causing the boy to flinch a little and start to lick and suck his older brother with even more gusto...permanently connecting the sensation of having his ass-ring pierced just as he took his older brother's cock into his mouth for the first time in a meaningful way. This boy is going to be something special thought Pops as he explored just inside the young boy's greasy little asshole with the tip of his finger. "There you go! Now you are doing it right...go for it...lick and suck and kiss on it son...use your tongue and lips to suck on that hooded skin as it starts to go tight and peel back over your brother's knob. Then take that hard knob into your mouth and then lick deeper into the folds of his skin as it starts to peel back.", encouraged Pops as he looked over to see Jimmy capturing the moment on the video camera. This is going to be quite a good video thought Pops...perhaps one to share with his little group of local pedos.. "Now suck on it...suck on it as hard as you can...suck on your brother's foreskin and cockhead!", instructed Pops. Richie hissed a sharp intake of breath as he felt his little brother's small tongue and little sucking mouth start to go after the foreskin hooding over his sensitive bell-end of his growing boy-cock.... "Mmmmmmmmm....oh my gawd! so this is what a blowjob feels like!" thought the horny boy as he instinctively humped his cock forward, pushing past his brother's parting lips...starting to hold and rub on his little brother's head in encouragement. "Yes Rusty...just like that. Now remember to use all of your lips and tongue and mouth to lick, kiss, and suck your brother's hardening cock.", encouraged Pops. Rusty pulled off Richie's cock breathing deeply to catch his breath and sat back on his heels proudly, as he stared up at his brother's now steely cock in wonder. Richie's hard-on was now at full mast. He was sporting a rock hard, steely 6 inches of boy-meat...showing it off as his foreskin pulled taut, tightly wrapping and constricting around his fully hard cockhead. Richie's foreskin was still not fully retracted yet, as it pulled half-way down and squeezed tightly around the boy's red knob, tightly squeezing on the boy's fat head as it poked out all red within the boy's pale white skin...making Pops wonder if the boy had much experience whacking off and/or conditioning his skin to peel it all the way back over his unusually fat knob. He probably has just gone through a growth spurt and the skin has not caught up with the growth of his cock thought Pops. And so Pops took matters into his own hands and reached up and wrapped his fingers around the boy's shaft, making sure Rusty watched as he carefully pulled back Richie's foreskin and skinned it back over the boy's angry red knob...causing the excess skin to peel back over the boy's swollen knob and retreat down onto the boy's shaft, to pile up just below the bell and to reveal his shiny, fiery-red, somewhat angry-looking cockhead that was sticking out so proudly, jutting out in the hopes that his little brother would quickly get back to work and continue to lick and suck on it to his full satisfaction and completion. Richie sharply sucked air in through his teeth, hissing again in response to the manipulation of the skin over his sensitive glans...as the boy's hood skinned back, his angry red shiny helmet stood out in sharp contrast to the pale white skin of the meaty shaft...and Rusty marveled at how the foreskin peeled tightly back to reveal a needy red bulb leaking boy nectar from a wide piss slit at the tip, sitting all ready and needy for attention at the top of a pale white stalk. Pops noted how large Richie's cock had grown over the past few minutes...impressed with his thick solid shaft and angry bulbous helmet...making a mental note to make sure Richie knew he could stop by his shed and have his need to have his nuts drained fully satisfied any time that he would like, adding this stop to Richie's list of cocksucking pit stops in the neighborhood. Pops also noted for the first time the thin mat of soft, downy, curly black hairs sprouting out from around the base of Richie's engorged member. In his mind, Pops noted that Rusty better get good and prepared for that first time for when Richie comes sneaking into his bedroom, sneaking in, pulling down Rusty's covers and pajama pants in search of some tight little boy-ass to fuck instead of his regular blowjob. That big fat head on Richie's cock is going to break into and plunder many a young boy's butt rings thought Pops, forcefully popping through Rusty's tight little 8-year old puckered backchannel someday...and that day may be soon. Pops thought that he also better teach Richie how to prepare a boy to get fucked, otherwise Richie might split poor little Ritchie open with that big stiff boy-fucker. Not letting the moment pass, Pops leaned in and took over for where Rusty left off...flicking and swilling and licking his tongue around Richie's sensitive shiny glans, making the boy dance as he took the boy's sensitive knob into his warm mouth for the first time, sucking hard on the boy's bell and washing it with rapid flicks and licks of his tongue. As he leaned forward, Pops also pressed his fingertip deeper into Rusty's tight little boy-ring, forcing his finger deeper into that tight little vice-like gripping muscle, burrowing his finger up to his first knuckle as Rusty squirmed and wiggled his little butt in response to the man's sheathing his finger in the young boy's tight rectum. Mmmmmm...so very tight, and so willing to accept a good probing, thought Pops as he pressed his fingertip further and started probing around the tight sleeve of the boy's gripping muscle, using the boy's boy butter to slip deeper inside. The old pedo wondered if he could get his whole finger up into this young boy's tight boy-pussy in this session. "Now Rusty, you will want to be careful not to let your teeth scrape on Richie's cock when you take it into deeper your mouth...you want to protect him from your teeth with your lips and tongue....just like this.", Pops demonstrated for Rusty as he first showed Rusty how to cover his teeth... and then...Pops bobbed his head forward a few times until he pushed his lips all the way to the root of Richie's cock and to fully take all of Richie's throbbing rigid rod swiftly and deeply into his mouth...sucking Richie's fat bell deep into the back of his throat and eventually taking deeper into his open throat swallowed the boy's formidable cock whole while grasping the boy by the back of his knees as he pulled him forward, savoring Richie's reaction to being deep throated to the root for the very first time. "Ssssshhhhhiiiiiiiiitttttttttttttt! Oh my gawd...Fuck yeah! Keep doing that!", groaned Richie as he got up on his tiptoes and humped his hips forward, instinctively trying to drive his boy-cock deeper into the man's sucking throat, humping forward in a vain attempt to keep his cock buried in the Pops's throat. Rusty took note of Richie's reaction to being deep-throated by Pops and decided right there and then that he would practice deep-throating until he learned how to do it perfectly. But Pops pulled back to get a good look at the effects of his aggressive mouth and throat-work, watching Richie strain to keep his cock engaged with a warm mouth...any mouth... straining and looking like a horny pre-teen desperately trying to get his nutt. Richie's cockhead flared an angry red, standing rigid as boy-steel, and glistening with Pop's spit as it dripped from the tip. Pop looked up at the beautiful lust on Richie's young face...watching Jimmy record the scene...capturing Richie's painful neediness to get his boy-cum, and then the almost eager look on Rusty's face as the young boy backleaned in to take Pops's place on Richie's cock...putting the lesson he just learned to be careful with his teeth into practice as he opened his little boy mouth as wide as he could and took Richie into his mouth...his thin red lips stretched around Richie's fat head...with the fat bulb of Richie's red cockhead disappearing into the little boy's mouth, and then several inches of shaft disappearing through the cock-hungry 8-year old's novice mouth. All the while...the action continued behind Rusty as well, asPops twisted his finger and burrowed further into the boy's young quim. Rusty's eyes got big as his cheeks bulged and his lips strained. Clearly Richie's large knob had found the back of Rusty's throat and the youngster didn't know what to do next. Richie hissed some more and tried desperately to push his cock further down his little brother's tight throat. "Don't panic son...you're doing great. You don't need to try and swallow it all at once. Just try and suck on it like a lollipop as you pull back and take a breath through your nose. There you go...much better. Now go back down and try sticking your tongue out at the same time...stick your tongue out underneath and rub the bottom of Richie's shaft with your tongue as you go back and forth on his cock.", instructed Pops knowing that that might open up Rusty's throat a bit more for Richie's fat cockhead to lodge deeper in the boy's eager throat. Rusty pushed down further on Richie's cock, eager to replicate Pops's deep throat cocksucking and get his lips all the way down to the root. And despite Richie's attempts to hold his little brother's head down and hump his needy cock it into the younger boy's throat, Rusty pulled his head back...his eyes watering profusely and he sucked hard as he drew back, breathing hard to recover from his brief gagging moment, pulling back until only Richie's cockhead was still held firmly in his mouth. Pops watched the young boy's technique, but had no criticism or advice because it was perfect...lots of lips pulling on Richie's loose skin, the boy's tongue swirling and his mouth sucking on Richie's knob like a lollipop. The young boy was even pulling on Richie's full ripe balls perfectly. "Now use your tongue underneath Richie's cockhead...that is the most sensitive part..lick that little ridge right there with your tongue", advised Pops as he watched Rusty respond by shooting his tongue out and flicking and licking at Richie's soft, sensitive frenulum of prepuce. Richie groaned a moan of lust and need...and Pops looked up to see his face contorted in a look of painful pleasure and concentration as he began to contort into his boy-gasm face. By now Jimmy was standing next to Pops filming the hot scene of his friend getting a blowjob from his younger brother. Pops rubbed his left hand up the back of Jimmy's smooth thighs and felt his way into the boy's underwear to cup the boy's smooth cheek. It wasn't long before he was digging deeper into the crevice between the boy's smooth cheeks and rubbing on little Jimmy's puckered little star...massaging that familiar little smooth muscular ring that he had just gotten to know intimately and stretched out a few short hours ago. Jimmy pulled something from behind his back and showed it to Pops...it was a big plastic freezer bag...a sealed bag containing Jimmy's cum-stained jockstrap from the session at the neighborhood picnic earlier this afternoon. Pops smiled up at the boy..."oh Jimmy...a gift for me? What a sweet little boy!", exclaimed Pops as he started rubbing and massaging Jimmy's little wrinkled rosebud with more purpose. "Now...get them out so that i can enjoy them!", said Pops as he pulled little Jimmy's underwear down and swallowed the boy's 3 inch spike of a cocklet down to its root in one swift motion. Now that Jimmy joined the fun Pops and Rusty had two 12 year-old cocks to play with and enjoy. Jimmy pulled his moist jockstrap out of the plastic bag and held them up to Pops's face as Pops buried his nose into the wet pouch and inhaled deeply through his nose... "Uuunnnnnnnnggggggghhhhhhh...ffffuuuuuccccccckkkkkkkkkk!", groaned Pops as he inhaled the musty musky scent of Jimmy's boy-cum laden jock. "Put them in my mouth so I can suck on them.", demanded the old pervert as he started to suck and chew on Jimmy's dirty used cum-stained jockstrap. Pops was in boy heaven! Pops took his break from working Jimmy's cocklet over, turning his attention to sucking the boy's two hour old cum out of his dirty jockstrap and watching Rusty suck his older brother. Richie was not going to last much longer. "Now look up Rusty...see that look on Richie's face? That's his cum-face and that means he is going to cum real soon. Let's slow down a little bit so that he will last a little longer. We know he wants to shoot...but let's not let him cum just yet.", advised Pops, teaching the boy how to edge a horny boy. As Rusty pulled back off Richie's cockhead Pops leaned in himself to get a wet tongue on Richie's shaft. "Here Rusty...lean in and help me lick the sides of Richie's rod. We'll both lick his shaft and use our tongues to tease him some. Yes...that's it!", said Pops as he watched Rusty stick his little boy tongue out and start flicking and licking up and down on his side of Richie's pale shaft. "Now work your way down to his balls. Yes, that's it....lick at your brother's balls. I am going to show you how to suck on them as well. Your brother will love to have his balls licked and sucked on", as Pops dove deeper and took the whole of Richie's pre-teen ballsack into his warm sucking mouth...sucking Richie's full ripe congested nuts in their loose sack all the way into the back of his throat as he showed Rusty how to suck hard on a horny boy's balls to tease and make him horny. Pops also took the opportunity to push his intruding finger deeper into the young boy...pushing deeper and giving the little boy a ride up on his big intruding finger as it slid up into his warm center...rubbing hard on the young boy's immature prostate as he went deeper and got introduced to the boy up to his second knuckle. So warm...and squeezing so very tight...Pops wondered if this finger was the first solid intruder to probe the young boy's bottom...probably not as surely the young boy had experimented with a hairbrush or carrot or something...and based upon Rusty's enthusiastic response...it would not be the last solid thing to be pushed up the young boy's rectum for even today. Rusty gave Pops a responsive groan more of hunger and lust than of anything else, and then bobbed his head forward hurriedly to take Richie's pride and joy back into his mouth, pushing it deeper into the back of his throat - now demonstrating his recently learned skills as an experienced pro at taking hard cock in his mouth...and he kept going as deep and as far as he could go without getting the head of Richie's fat knob to pop into his throat...his progress blocked so that his thin lips could get no further than two-thirds of the way down Richie's shaft. Pops watched proudly as Rusty tried several times...and then failed several time...and then try again determinedly as his eyes began to water and the young boy gave a small retch and a gag...trying to but not quite getting his thin red lips fully down his older brother's shaft to encircle the base of Richie's cock. "What a champ! Keep trying!", whispered Pops, "Now let's try one more time...and this time try relaxing your throat and try to fake like you're yawning...and then swallow all at the same time!", encouraged Pops as Rusty came up half-way up the boy's steely shaft...gathered himself for his next try as Richie helped him along by grabbing Rusty by the hair on the back of his head and helped his younger brother by thrusting forward as he pulled his brother's face down onto his hard cock. "Uuuuuuunnnnnnnggggggghhhhhh!!!", grunted Richie as he pushed his hard cock down Rusty's young and impossibly stretched throat. "Very good! You did it!", whispered Pops, watching as Jimmy recorded the moment...watching Rusty bob up and down and squeezed Richie's cock into his tight little throat. Pops stroked the young boy's smooth back in encouragement...and pushed his fat knuckle deeper to stretch the boy's little gripping sphincter, pushing through to finish the long slow ride to fully deploy his fat man-finger into the depths of the 8 year-old's tight little rectum. Rusty puffed his cheeks out a little but didn't respond in any other way to Pops's deeper molestation...concentrating on Richie's cock as he tried to recreate what it took to squeeze the boy's fat mushroom-shaped helmet into his tight little boy-throat. And then it hit Rusty...a deep anal orgasm that was a dry-cum for the young boy...registering as not much more than a boy's shiver and a tremble to the observer from the outside...but Pops felt it internally in Rusty's bunghole as the young boy's rectal sleeve started to pulse and squeeze and try its best to force Pops's finger out from its tight grip. But Pops wouldn't have that, and so he pushed and rubbed the boy's small prostate as the gland constricted and did it's best to orgasm and squeeze out some boy-sperms, but it could not as there was nothing there yet to shoot as the boy's dry cum washed over him. And then, almost in unison...Richie started to hump his hips forward, pushing back and forth to face-fuck his little brother's mouth as he held the helpless boy's head And then it happened... Ruty's rose up on his toes and yelped..."Eeeeeeiiiiiiyyyyyyyyyuuuuuuhhhhhhh! Ffffffuuuuucccckkkkk!" The first spurt of boy-cream shot straight down little Rusty's throat...a full thick jet of boy-sperm that Rusty didn't even taste. The next spurt splashed into Rusty's mouth as he pulled back as he realized his older brother was cumming and squirting down his throat. With that, Rusty got a big mouth full of his brother's young seed, whether he wanted it or not...getting his first full taste of something that he had been craving for so long. The third blast sprayed up over Rusty's face as he pulled back...squirting Richie's young boy-juice to splatter in his younger brother's hair and splashing Pops on the cheek in the process. By the fourth squirt, Richie was painting his younger brother's face with a thin glaze of his immature semen...immature yes, but still quite an impressive load volume for such a young pre-teen. Ever diligent, Pops was quick to not let any go to waste...and if Rusty wasn't going to dive back to get the remainder of his older brother's creamy nutt, then he sure wasn't going to miss the chance, and so he took Richie's still spurting and dribbling rod back into his own mouth as he started to suckle the boy through the final throes of his climactic boy-gasm. "Unnnggghhh...mmmmm....uuuuhhhhh-mmmmmmm-owwwww...owwwww....", grunted Richie as his cock quickly went through all the phases from the supernova of blowing his load and splattering his little brother's face...to feeling the warmth of Pops mouth as it sucked and drained his nuts of their full load...to becoming super-sensitive as his fiery red glans became too sensitive to stand the touch of Pop's tongue and lips. Pops tried his best to gently hold the boy's spasming cock in his mouth...letting it spasm and suckling it softly... letting the boy come down from his orgasmic high while still softly holding and suckling it in his mouth...showing Rusty how to suckle a boy's deflating spent cock in order to extract the last drop of semen from a boy's emptied nuts (and hopefully elicit a second round of hardness and perhaps an ever bigger load the in a second round)....but Richie's cockhead was too sensitive to allow Pops to continue. He pushed on Pops's forehead and pulled back to extract his deflating cock from Pops sucking mouth with a squeak and a sigh. Pops pulled back and looked up to see a look of complete contentment and sheer bliss on Richie's face as he came down through his post-orgasmic high. Pops then looked over to Rusty and saw the boy struggling to deal with the volume of cum that had been sprayed onto his face. Pops tried to help Rusty collect some of the coating of cum by using a finger to collect some of Richie's cum and then fed it to the young boy, who eagerly accepted Pops's cum-covered finger into his cummy mouth...and then the old pedo gathered up some more and licked some off his own finger. Pops leaned in to gently lick at the long streak of cum dripping down the young boy's cheek and chin...adding to the mouthful of boy-cream that he had already collected directly from Richie's spurting cock. Moving in closer, he placed an open mouth kiss on Rusty cum-glazed lips and the young boy parted his lips to let the man insert his sperm-covered tongue into the boy's open mouth as they swapped Richie's load in a very hot dueling tongue, cummy french kiss. What a hot little boy! As they kissed, Pops slowly extracted his finger from Rusty's gripping anus, eliciting a soft sigh, a boy-shiver, and a whimper as he probed the boy's mouth with his tongue. Fuck that was hot thought Pops as he pulled his mouth away from the young boy, staring at the light brown streaks of musty boy butter on the full length finger that had just been pulled from Rusty's tiny 8 year-old asshole. Lifting his finger to his nose and sniffing deeply...Pops's eyes rolled into the back of his head... "Jimmy...come over here with me.", called out Pops as he moved over towards the padded bench with the sacks of grass seeds, "We have some unfinished business we need to take care of!", groaned Pops as he grabbed and pulled on his bulging crotch. "And bring over that dirty jockstrap of yours". To be continued...
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Tue, 21 Apr 2020 18:27:42 -0400 From: Mr. Smith <[email protected]> Subject: Boy Butter Chapter 3 Boy Butter Chapter 3 -- A Visit to the Shed Preface - Author's Note: Nifty needs your donations! Please donate - http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This story is ENTIRELY FICTIONAL...which means it is fiction and not real. Any resemblance to any real people is completely coincidental. This story takes place in a world in which non-consenting children under the age of 18 are interested in and physically capable of having sex like adults. In some cases the underage individuals in this story are used for sex without particular regard for their consent, although it is taken as a given that they enjoy it. This is not the real world we live in and the author in no way condones nor encourages acts that mirror the practices described in this entirely fictional story. Let me repeat...this story is fiction and in no way represents real-life activities, whether real or imagined. However, if you are of legal age and consenting adult...drop me a note. Perhaps you would like to go for a ride sometime! I love receiving email from readers about my stories - particularly if you enjoyed the story as much as I enjoyed writing it (and there were certainly many a spent load in the writing of these stories!). You can reach me at - [email protected] And now... Boy Butter Chapter 3 -- A Visit to the Shed "Well Hello Jimmy!", said Pops as he looked up from fixing his weed whacker...a small chore he was busying himself with as he waited for the arrival of Jimmy from the neighborhood to his shed behind his house. "Welcome...welcome...and who have you brought with you today Jimmy?", asked Pops as he greeted Jimmy and two other boys as they crossed his yard. "I recognize you from the neighborhood, and one of you from watching Jimmy's soccer games, but i don't think we've ever been properly introduced.", said Pops enthusiastically as Jimmy and his two friends walked through the back gate and across Pops' backyard, still catching their breath from having run the last 100 yards or so in a foot race to get there. "Hey Pops! This is Richie from my soccer team and his little brother Rusty. We were messing around and I decided to bring them over here to meet you and hang out. That's still OK isn't it?", asked Jimmy as he shrugged off his backpack and walked across Pops's backyard. "Sure...sure..of course it's OK. it's more than OK! It's great to meet your friends. Welcome to my home....you all are welcome to stop by anytime. As you can see I've got a great big shed out back here...and it is more than a shed...it is connected to my basement and has some fun stuff for boy's your age. There's even a TV with some video games to play (and also good for watching man-boy porn)....", Pops said as he eyed up the other two boys that Jimmy had brought over. The first boy through the gate following Jimmy was the older of the two...Richie...who must have been a little older than Jimmy...perhaps around 12 going on 13 years-old, Pops reckoned. He was a gorgeous little black-haired little stud with lots of freckles and a jock's physique and air about him. He was big for his age, standing around 5 feet and maybe just over 100 pounds. He was lean and muscular and clearly entering the early stages of puberty as testosterone was starting to light a fire in the boy, transforming him, turning body fat into muscle...and turning the innocent little boy within into a horny little pre-teen. "I remember you from the soccer team...you are the left wing if i remember correctly. You have a helluva left foot!", complimenting the boy and grooming him to become friendly as Pops took a liking to Richie right away. And then Pops's turned his attention to the straggling boy...Rusty...obviously given the nickname and color of his hair...Rusty, who was much slighter of build and immediately came across as less masculine and less rugged as Richie...Rusty was a pretty little red-head boy, with long beautiful eyelashes and a cute upturned button nose on a very cute angelic face. Pops fell in lust immediately with the young boy (he did have a weakness for redheads after all). Rusty's darkish rust-colored hair was cut to one side giving the boy almost a twink emo look already. Rusty was thin of frame, standing only about 4'5" and maybe 60 lbs, if that much...thin but still carrying around some baby-fat around on his soft belly Pops guessed (and hoped). The young boy's skin was very fair, matching his brother's fair skin and freckles....except Rusty's were reddish-brown and much cuter running across his button nose. Rusty struck Pops right away as being shy and effeminate...sensitive...perhaps even gay already without knowing he was gay. Pops wondered if the boy was picked on or bullied at school for being so effeminate. Maybe this boy will enjoy wearing panties for Pops someday hoped Pops as he immediately drew conclusions from each boy based upon first impressions. Richie was all jock and athletic...perhaps even on his way to being all-top, perhaps only a top that wasn't into having his butt played with. Rusty on the other hand was clearly all bottom boy...a sensitive little boy who would likely form a deep loving bond with a boy-loving man...and perhaps with proper grooming and a stern hand would give the chance developing a deep man-boy loving relationship. "And it is certainly nice to meet you son...Rusty right?," said Pops as he stuck out his hand to shake each boy's hand in turn. And while Richie was a confident young boy, looking Pops directly in the eye as he gave the friendly old man a firm handshake, But clearly Rusty wasn't so confident as he looked down at his feet as he presented his hand, unsure of himself and very tentative. "Well, I am glad you stopped by boys...come on in boy's...let me show you around my shed here. I call it a shed, but really it is an extension of my basement. There is even a couch and a big TV in here.", said Pops as he turned and escorted the boys towards the structure of his backyard shed. It wasn't quite as elaborately equipped as Smith's basement, but Pops found it to be quite private and quite serviceable and well-used over the years. Retreating into his outfitted tool shed/man-boy clubhouse, Pops first locked the door behind them and then showed the boys around a little bit, taking them past the large workbench, the many hanging tools, and racks of miscellaneous house and garden supplies...deeper into the shed to where the video games, big screen TV, and an old leather couch was located. Not ten steps into the little tour of the shed, Richie turned to Pops and bluntly asked.... "Can you help teach Rusty how to suck dick?", blurted out Richie, "He really wants to learn", came the boy's explanation of his blunt request. "Well....ummmmmm....OK. Sure. I'd be happy to help with that.", said Pops, caught quite a bit off-guard by Richie's request "Both Jimmy and I really want him to learn so that he can give us blowjobs, but I don't think he is doing it right. He's tried sucking me a couple times, but all we have is a picture of a blowjob in a magazine for him to learn by. So far...all he does is kinda blow on me and he is just no good at it. I keep telling him he has to suck...not blow, but he won't listen" Well, what a special (and quite direct) request thought Pops. And....what a little horn-dog thought Pops, "I might even have some videos that could help Rusty learn faster.", said Pops casting his mind back to the really hot video he recorded a few weeks ago with Jimmy's older cousin Zach, as Zach eagerly knelt at Pops's feet, kneeling between Pops spread open legs and passionately sucking Pops until the old man shot several ropes of a huge creamy load all over Zach's cute upturned smiling face. That Zach...he certainly turned out to be quite the accomplished little cocksucker. "But first...I have one rule in my clubhouse, and that is all boys who visit must strip down to your underwear. That's one of few rules if you want to hang-out in my little clubhouse of a shed...that and don's tell another soul what happens in here.", said Pops, repeating the speech he has given to many of the neighborhood boy visitors to his shed over the years...and now watching each boy quickly pull off the tennis shoes and undress, stripping to the underwear and leaving their clothes in a pile in the corner. Pops made sure to watch the boy undress, paying special attention as the young thin boy pulled the shirt up over his head to reveal a smooth hairless torso....mmmmmm, boy-perfection! Then Pops searched through his computer hard drive for his secret stash of man-boy porn, found the password protected folder and video he wanted...and hit play so that it flashed up on the large screen TV. At first the the image was very poor on the large TV as camera was very jiggly as the man holding the camera settled into a big comfortable chair...but then quickly the screen filled with a view of Jimmy's older cousin Zach, with his smiling face looking up at Pops...an image of his devilish grin that changed quickly from Zach smiling for the camera to him opening his mouth wide...and the of Zach pressing his open mouth around a fat cock until it was stuffed full with a fat man-cock as he leaned forward and wrapped his lips around the man's knob and thick shaft. The boys stared in wonder at the scene...not yet realizing that the man attached to that fat cock was Pops. "Wow....cool! Check that out! Check out Zach blowing that old dude"...blurted out Richie before checking himself as he quickly realized the man that Zach was suckiing was Pops...who was standing right next to him. "Ummmmm---sorry, I didn't realize it was you that Zach is sucking.", said Richie sheepishly, "And I didn't know Zach sucked cock! Maybe I can get hime blow me some time", . "Don't worry about it...I am an old dude! An old horny dude with a hard cock!." re-assured Pops as he grabbed at his crotch to show the boy his bulging package in his underwear, making sure Rusty saw it too. Now with the video started and the boys fully stripped down to their underwear, Pops sat down on a low stool over behind the leather couch and waved Rusty over. Hesitantly at first, little 8 year-old Rusty shyly approached Pops and stood self-consciously between the old pedophile's spread open legs. Richie and little Jimmy were otherwise preoccupied, staring intently at the TV screen as they both unconsciously reached down and kept grabbing and adjusting the growing tents in their underwear. "Don't be nervous son...Pops here is going to teach you a few things just like I taught Zach and other young boys just like you. We're going to learn and have some fun today! And if you do have fun here in my shed....then you can come over to play in my clubhouse any time you want.", whispered Pops so that only Rusty could hear, conspiring with the boy to make him feel special and wanted. The slim pale red-haired boy tentatively reached out and touched the thick carpet of Daddy fur on the Pops's chest, fascinated by the thick mat of hair that he found there. Not having ever seen such a hairy man before, the boy suddenly got weak in the knees and had the urge to cuddle into the man's hairy chest and feel that fur vest on his smooth chest...and back. "Now don't you worry son...I am going to take good care of you. I am going to love teaching such a special sweet boy how to suck cock." whispered Pops conspiratorially to Rusty, "This will be our special secret." Pops said as he groomed the boy to be with him in their own special little club. Pops turned the little boy around by the shoulders and ran his hands up and down the boy's thin arms, running his hands over the child's thin arms as he squeezed them and pretended to admire the boy's immature but growing muscles... "Mmmmm...what a good looking boy...and such a nice body. I love your muscles and smooth tummy. So you want to learn how to suck cock better. It sounds like Richie would like that too. Such a sweet caring boy. Little brothers help out their big brothers all the time. Well I certainly think i can help with that! Pops is going to give this sweet boy a few lessons.", said Pops, encouraging and grooming the boy by slowly groping and whispering encouragement. "Can you also teach Richie how to put his weiner in my butthole?", asked Rusty almost casually. Pops's eyebrows shot up in surprise, reacting to the young boy's intimate request. "Well sure....of course i can....if that is what you want. "Has he tried to get his weiner inside your butt before?", came the obvious question from Pops. "Yea...he's tried a few times, usually after he got frustrated `cause I couldn't blow him like he wanted. He rubbed his weiner up and down between my butt cheeks but he couldn't get it inside so he just ended up humping my butt and jerking off. I really want to try it. Maybe you could get me ready and show Richie how to put it in?", asked the little boy-angel standing between Pops's big meaty thighs. "Well, I will see what I can do to help, son....but first, let's focus on making you a special little cocksucker! OK?", suggested Pops as he watched Rusty nod his head eagerly. This is going to be a special boy thought the old pedophile as he looked forward to giving each of the lessons the brother's had requested...and perhaps maybe...many other lessons as well. Maybe Rusty could come and visit while the other boy's are at soccer practice? So many possibilities.... Pops roaming hands moved up and around to the boy's chest and stomach, slowly groping and pinching the smooth thin layer of baby-fat covering the boy's ribs and belly. Ritchie squirmed under Pops's touch, giving the man a little boy-shiver and a tremble to savor, squeaking out a little giggle as he squirmed in the old pedo's arms. "That tickles!", giggled the young boy. "Now does it son? So you are ticklish there?", questioned Pops as he filed away that knowledge for a future groping and full-on tickling session...perhaps videoing it to share with his pedo friends. Pops's hands began to roam up and down the boy's chest and smooth flat stomach...caressing the boy's impossibly smooth skin...rubbing and pinching lightly at the boy's eraser tip nipples as a little sigh escaped Rusty's lips... and a tremor rippled through the boy's body as the boy shivered as if on cue. Pops found his way lower on the boy's tummy, all pudgy with a layer of baby-fat still, and then reaching lower for the elastic band of the boy's Spiderman underwear to begin the boy's grooming and molestation...reaching into the elastic band teasingly but not going further inside. Pops decided to hold off from groping the boy's little bits just yet...wanting rather to tease and play with the boy, play the boy's body like a fine musical instrument, as he grabbed the young boy by the hips and pulled him back towards his hulking body, pulling the small boy between his spread legs and into his barrel chest...and eventually wrapping his big arms around the boy in a big, boy-loving bear hug and rubbing his furry chest into the boy's thin smooth back. The old pervert growled his lust for the young boy softly into Rusty's ear as he hugged him tight, letting the young boy know the effect he was having on the old pedophile, sniffing in the all-boy scent from the boy's hair and at the nape of his neck...giving little Rusty a tight bear hug as the young boy trembled in his arms, a hug that he would hopefully remember forever as he felt completely enveloped and loved by a grown man's lust for him. Rusty leaned back into Pops's chest and rubbed himself against the man like a cat seeking attention from its owner. And the boy was certainly enjoying Pops's molestation, as he shivered and trembled in a deep boy-lust, as Pops reached down and covered his big paw of a hand over the young boy pop-tent in his underwear, as the old pedo pawed and groped and pinched at the boy's little 2-inch spike tenting his Spiderman underwear. The boy squeaked at the attention his little immature penis was receiving from Pops. Squeaking and squirming as Pops rudely pinched the sensitive tip of his young boy cocklet. The boy then leaned back and sighed deeply in Pops's arms, bonding with the man, almost purring in Pops's enveloping arms as he leaned back and pushed his little 8 year-old butt instinctively back into the old pedophile's loins and bulging crotch. Yes, thought Pops, you are a horny little boy aren't you...a horny little princess that will make a perfect frequent visitor to my shed. Pops's mind turned to how he was going to groom this effeminate little Rusty into becoming his own little butt-boy, teaching the young boy the dark arts of pleasing and satisfying a boy-loving man. Pops turned Rusty around again and encircled him in another big hug...getting his big man hands on Rusty's little buttcheeks...groping the boy's small cheeks in his hands. Pops leaned in and gave the boy an open mouthed kiss to see how he would react...and Rusty parted his lips and accepted Pops tongue into his small warm mouth without hesitation as the man and boy began a deep passionate French kissing. Around back, Pops hands had found their way into Rusty's Spiderman underwear and pushed them half-way down the little boy's smooth cheeks as Pop's fingers dug into Rusty's asscrack and started pulling the boy's cheeks apart in an aggressive manipulation of the boy's small pert asscheeks...pulling and pushing on those small pillows of flesh until Pops's fingertips found Rusty's tight little puckered ass-rim and started to agressively manipulate the boy's sensitive little winking ring...pulling and opening and gaping it as the man's big hands pulled the small boy's smooth asscheeks apart. [Author's side note - for an excellent demonstration of this kind of boy-ass manipulation...go to pornhub gay and enter "tiny twink fucked bareback by tall silver muscle daddy" into the search bar and go to the 7min 20 sec mark of that video. I cum everytime I watch that video! That Austin Young is so hot!] "Nnnnnnngggghhhhh....." growled Pops in the small boy's ear as he lusted for the little boy's tight little butt. Pops wanted to take Rusty and to claim him for himself...like right now. But unfortunately Pops was going to need to be patient, he was going to have to share little Rusty with his older brother Richie for a while, likely even allowing Richie to break the boy in and get him used to taking hard cock up his tight little boy backchannel. Pops imagined Richie creeping into little Rusty's bed late at night...pulling the blanket back from the sleeping boy and pulling down this sweet boy's Star Wars pajama bottoms...sliding them down over these smooth little cheeks, and forcing his little butt-burgling boy cock into his little brother's tight boy-pussy...and then jack-hammering the boy into the mattress, fucking the boy like a rabbit until he bred the boy soon after starting, leaving the little boy a few minutes later with a frothy load of boy-seed creampie dribbling from his ass-lips and dripping down his asscrack and thighs to stain the bedsheets. "Mmmmmmmmmmmnnnnngggghhhhh....", groaned Rusty's new Daddy into his ear as he thought of that hot scene of Richie fucking the angelic sleeping little Rusty. Damn I would love to fuck this boy's slender little butt right here and right now thought Pops...I bet he would spread his cheeks for me and let me...take this boy's tight little 8 year-old cherry right here and now and show his horny older sibling how to properly fuck his litte brother's boy-cunt. But Pops was more experienced than that...knowing it was going to take several conditioning sessions with the boy... knowing that maybe even after that, and perhaps several late-night visits from Richie, even after numerous sessions of Richie sneaking a hard fucking of his younger brother in the middle of the night or perhaps laying his early morning wood before soccer practice, but certainly many training and asshole conditioning sessions with the young boy before Pops's thick man-cock will even come close to fitting inside this boy's skinny little 8 year-old boy butt without splitting him open. Instead today's session was about getting Ritchie accustomed to a man's touch, getting used to being held and purposefully groped...and getting the boy to crave that warm secure feeling of being hugged with big strong man-hands roaming all over his pale smooth, tender little boy-body. It was also about siding with Richie...helping him out by teaching his younger brother the necessary skills for properly sucking cock. Clearly young Richie was a very horny and very sexual boy, soon to be a very horny young pre-teen with unrelenting needs...testosterone fueled needs that required attention several times a day...probably on his way to cumming 5 or 6 times a day on average. Richie will become a pre-teen always craving a warm mouth around his cock and a sucking throat to unload down...and perhaps with Pops's assistance, just perhaps soon, for Richie to become a young ass-pirate, always craving a warm young little boy-butt to fuck. Maybe Pops could build a synergistic relationship with young Richie....turning him into his personal recruiter of neighborhood boys... to vet them and to bring them over to Pops's shed/clubhouse to watch videos and get them accustomed to serving hard man and boy-cock. What a tag-team they could be... thought the perverted Pops. Pops was going to give two lessons to these boys today...the first lesson to Rusty on how to suck cock and give pleasure to his older brother....and the second to Richie on how to prepare a young boy for a good ass-fucking. And of course, not forgetting his own original intent...as he was also planning on taking little Jimmy's ass-cherry in the process (...assuming Richie had not already plundered the boy's ripe little butt-cherry) and perhaps give Richie a firsthand demonstration on how to breed a boy deep. Pops looked over at the other two boys who were wholly fixated on Zach's enthusiastic cocksucking on the screen. Both were staring lustily with eyes half-closed in a deep lustful trance. Pops knew that the video would run for quite some time, and eventually he would explode on camera and paint the cute 14-year old's face with a thick glaze of man-cream. Then the video cuts to another session...a very energetic fucking of Zach's tight little bottom right here in this very shed. Plenty for the boy's to watch as he delivered his lessons thought Pops. Pops pulled his low stool over and in front of a padded, well-used bench sitting innocently in his shed...leaving room for the two brothers to stand as it was the perfect height and perfectly placed in front of the padded bench. The bench also had a thick towel thrown over and covering a short stack of bags of grass seed, a favorite backrest or bench for Pops to bend a young boy over and use when coupling with his many boy lovers over the years.. "Now Jimmy...why don't you grab that camera over there. Maybe you can record this lesson for Rusty to learn from later.", instructed Pops as he waved the boy over to a small video recording camera sitting on a shelf by the TV. "Richie...now come on over here and stand right here in front of us. Yes...that's it.", Pops said as he directed Richie to the spot where he wanted him to stand, immediately sensing the boy's heat and intense sexual need that oozed from every pore in young Richie's hot body. Yes, this boy was primed and ready to feed his younger brother a very big load of boy-cream. Noticing a very healthy bulge in Richie's underwear, and then squeezing Rusty excitedly between his powerful man-thighs, Pops pushed Rusty down into a kneeling position, guiding the young boy to assume a kneeling position facing Richie and in between Pops's spread thighs. "Yes...that's it, that's exactly where I want you boys. Very good!", encouraged Pops, "Now Rusty...this is how I want you positioned for the first several times that you suck Richie's cock. This gives you all the access you need until you get the hang of it.", instructed Pops as the boys listened intently. "This is so exciting, isn't it?!", whispered Pops into Rusty's ear as he gently shook and squeezed the boy, casually lowering his right hand to cup and grasp at Rusty's tight little underwear-covered buttocks. Pops hand almost covered both of Rustys slim little buttcheeks. Pops fully intended to use Rusty's focus on his brother during this little training session as an opportunity to get to know his way around the young boy's little buttt, and to let little Rusty accustomed to having his boy-butt groped and massaged by an ass-starved older man...and maybe even get the boy used to receiving one of Pops's famous little boy-assring massages. Pops pulled little Rusty's underwear down until Rusty'w smooth alabaster cheeks hung out, allowing Pops to slowly massage and grope the boy's smooth cheekc. So nice thought Pops as he reached inside the boy's Spiderman underwear, leaning down a little and sniffing for that faint musty boy-scent he so desired. And there it was....a faint dark muskyoder that wafted up from Rusty's pulled open underwear. "Ggggggrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...", growled Pops into Rusty's ear as the boy-loving man inhaled his favorite boy scent as it wafted up from Rusty's opened up underwear...sweaty musty musky boy-ass. The old perv might just have to bend the young boy over later and give him a good tongue bath demonstration thought Pops...bend him over and show the young boy what a man's big tongue feels like roaming all around his buttcrack and tight little winking rim. "Now let me take down your underwear for you son...I want to first examine you and maybe help determine why Rusty is having so much trouble performing his brotherly duties", directed Pops as he groomed the younger boy to think that this was something normal that a younger brother does for his older brother, something he must learn to do in order to fulfill his sibling duty and bond. Both boy's happily allowed Pops to use his big man hands to pull down his underpants, revealing Richie's hooded cock for the man and his little brother, showing off proudly his half hard boy-cock as it flopped out from his underwear and hung loosely over the band...hanging there to be admired, pausing until Pops further pulled Richie's underwear completely off...mumbling, "let's get rid of these." as he pulled them fully down and the boy stepped out of them. Although fully hard when previously watching Zach's video, Richie's cock now stood at half-mast...not yet fully engorged to make it stand to full attention and stiff yet...still hooded and leaking...with clear viscous drops of the boy's pre-cum collecting at the tip. "Very nice Richie! Jimmy...make sure you capture the "before" picture for Richie so he can show off how big he grows to with a hard-on.", instructed Pops as Jimmy pointed the video camera to capture Richie's semi-hardon dangling from his underwear. Richie had a large amount of foreskin and it was still fully deployed and hooding over the large bell end knob of the boy's cockhead...ending in a crinkle and small tunnel of hooded foreskin...and to Pops delight, oozing a small pearly drop of viscous pre-cum boy-nectar collecting at the tip. Clearly the boy was leaking a prodigious amount of sweet pre-cum in anticipation of what was about to come....and Pops pulled Richie's underwear over to his mouth so he could find the boy's wet spot in the crotch of his briefs, and then he sniffed and sucked on the small mess the boy had made in his underwear. Mmmmmmmmm....delicious thought Pops....thinking that this was the first but the last tuime he would be tasting Richie's semen. "Eeeewwwwww!", whispered Rusty, "Richie's weiner is leaking pee!", exclaimed the boy, assuming what was leaking from Richie's cock was urine. "Oh no, oh no son...no, no, no...that's not pee son...that is something special...something to be savored....that stuff oozing from the tip of your brother's cock is called pre-cum, and that is what a boy, or a man, leaks out from his penis when he is very horny and is in need of the special attentions a boy like you can provide. Just look...look how clear and sticky it is. That is clearly not pee. See?", said Pops as the two of them stared at Richie's leaking cock as more pre-cum collected in the thick folds of his hood at the tip of Richie's dangling cock, slowly collecting until a small pearly drip formed and slowly dripped from the tip of the boy's tunnel of skin and into Pops's waiting palm. Pops looked up to make sure Jimmy was capturing this moment on video. "Mmmmmmm....delicious!", said Pops as he licked Richie's boy-nectar from his palm and winking at Rusty as he stared intently at what Pops did with Richie's boy nectar. "Look baby...Richie is dripping out more of his pre-cum just for you." "Mmmm-mmmm-mmm, it is so sweet, so delicious baby boy...sweet like honey. I call it boy-nectar and I just love the taste of it. You will soon come to love the taste of your brother's boy-nectar as well." "He's leaking out his brotherly love-honey for you sweet princess...that's a sign that he has so much love for you...so much love that some of it is leaking out just so you can taste his love.", and with that Pops used a fingertip to gather a large dollop of Richie's pre-cum on his fingertip and bring it over to Rusty's mouth just as the little boy parted his his thin cherry-red lips slightly and let Pops smear Richie's brotherly love on his lips. "There...just like lipstick for my cocksucking boy.", whispered Pops conspiratorially into tge young boy's ear as he smeared Rusty's lips with a thick glaze of his older brother's pre-cum...glazing the boy's thin lips until the young boy tentatively stuck out the tip of his small pink tongue and licked tentatively at his lips, showing off for Jimmy's video camera. "Here you go son....lick up some more of Richie's love.", said Pops as he reached up and squeezed at the tip of Richie's cock and the loose foreskin collecting it, squeezing out a small gush of Richie's pre-cum onto his fingertips and then placing a large dollop of boy nectar directly onto the young boy's soft pink tongue. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm....mmmm.", moaned Rusty as he licked his lips and tasted his brother's pre-cum on his lips and tongue, "That does taste sweet! mmmmmm.....mmmmm-mmm. Boy-nectar!", repeated Rusty as he rubbed his belly and pretended to be full. "I want to put it on my Lucky Charms for breakfast!". Rusty gleefully exclaimed as he smiled widely, further rubbing his belly and smacking his thin lips. "Yes son....let' do that for sure!", Pops encouraged the silliness of the little boy...introducing silliness and fun into the act of giving pleasure to his older brother. "Now, fIrst we want to make sure we take our time and get a good long look at Richie's cock...take a good look and observe some of the most interesting parts about it. We don't want to just go rushing in and start putting it in our mouth just yet." said Pops, teaching the boy the valuable cocksucking lessons of patience and anticipation and...of course building sexual tension through teasing a boy's (or man's) eager cock... to build that anticipation and need for release until it was almost painful. Richie's cock was not yet hard, only semi-engorged as it started to stir and bob with each of the boy's heartbeat. The boy's thick pale foreskin hooded over what was clearly a large bell-end as it dangled in front of the man and young boy, the cockhead bulging the boy's skin out as it started to slowly grow, and it soon became clear to Pops that Richie had an usually large bell-end...a nice fat cockhead that was going to be popping quite a number of young boy cherries in the neighborhood perhaps...one that was disproportionately large relative to the boy's slim 3 inch boy-stalk. This was a cockhead meant to be lavished with attention and sucked on very hard and made to spit its boy-seed when the time was right, thought Pops. Pops immediately decided that Richie was a grower, not a shower...and Pops guessed that Richie was packing a relatively large cock for his age...5 and a half, maybe 6 inches of a slim stalked boy penis with a fat red round angry mushroom helmet. Despite starting to become engorged, Richie' cock was still hooded, with a long hood of skin pulled up over his growing bell. In its current state it was about 4 inches long and Pops immediately diagnosed why Rusty may not be proving to be able to serve Richie's needs to fully his satisfaction. First, the amount of foreskin hooded over Richie's knob was significant and may be too much for the novice young boy to know how to deal with....and in fact, with such a large head and tight skin, Richie's foreskin may require to be forcibly peeled back over the fat engorged knob...and Pops was just the man to help accomplish that task for Richie and show the young Rusty the way. Secondly, Richie's cock was no little boy cock...no cocklet like Jimmy's...but rather it was well on it's way to becoming a man's cock through early puberty and good genetics. Pops reckoned Richie may someday sport a thick 9 or 10 inch "thunder stick" for plundering hungry little boy-mouths and boy-pussies, and it may simply be a matter that Richie's cock was too large for Rusty to handle in his first attempts at sucking his older brother's cock. "Now, after getting a good long look, next...you want to lean right in, pushing right into his crotch...and take a big deep sniff of Richie through your nose...take a big deep smell of your brother's crotch.", said Pops as he leaned in and took an exaggerated deep breath in through nose...inhaling the wondrous musky boy-scent of Richie's day-long exertions in his crotch...and giving the man the opportunity to savor his favorite boy-smells and, in turn, causing Pops's own cock to chub up and leak more of the prodigious amount of precum leaking into his underwear, and further causing Pops to lean forward and instinctively hump his hardening cock into Rusty's slim back as hugged the boy and imagined pushing through the tightness between the boy's buttcheeks. The boy took notice how the man responded to Richie's crotch-scent...and of course felt the man's hard cock thrusting forward and stabbing him in the back as he squeezed him in his arms and legs. Taking this as an opportunity, Pops felt his way further lower down on Rusty's smooth back and inserted his big hand into Rusty's Spiderman underpants, cupping the young boy's slim buttcheeks as Rusty leaned in and took his own sniff of Richie through his nose. Rusty instantly made a look of both surprise and a little bit of disgust, reacting strongly as he crinkled up his nose from the pre-teen musky smell of his brother's crotch sweat and perspiration. "Eeeewwwwwww...", responded Rusty as Pops held the boy in his arms with the young boy's face pushed forward into Richie's crotch, squirming and pulling back into Pops's arms and big furry chest, reacting and holding his nose. "yuck....Richie smells like sweat and...and something else yucky...pee?". "Yes...maybe, I don't know.. But don't worry son...it may not smell good to you right now. But keep doing that whenever you get the chance to suck off a boy or kneel for a man's cock, and you will soon come to love that smell!", instructed Pops...making sure to take the mental note to make sure Rusty takes a deep smell of his musky man crotch the first time he goes in to blow him. Pops wanted Rusty to quickly become addicted to the dark, musky man-smells of a horny, testosterone-fueled man-crotch...crave it and actively seek it out to satisfy a deep inner need for the boy. "Now watch Rusty as I use my tongue and lips to lick and suck on your brother's foreskin." "Foreskin? What's foreskin?", asked Rusty, displaying the inquisitiveness and wonder of an 8-year old boy. "It's that loose wrinkly skin hanging down over your brother's cockhead right there. Jimmy make sure you get a good view of Richie's foreskin", pointed out Pops as he put another finger into the volume of pre-cum gathering there as it slowly dripped from the tip of the boy's uncircumsized penis, inserting the tip of his finger into his mouth and sucking on it to get the boy's full taste. "In a minute, all that skin is going to pull back fully and reveal Richie's hard cockhead". "Oh...umm...really...it is? I've never seen it do that before!", exclaimed Rusty, already realizing the differences in Pops's lessons for giving a proper blowjob versus his feeble novice attempts at providing relief to his horny older brother in need. Pops paused a few seconds to watch and marvel at Richie's 12-year old cock...so smooth and pale...with tones of reddish pink contrasting the alabaster white...so very pale with pinkish hooded skin covering the head...and the shaft very white to the point of almost being translucent with thin blue veins marbled through-out. Pops took advantage of Rusty's focus on Richie's cock to feel his way down the boy's smooth back, pushing deeper into the boy's underpants with his big hand, and feeling his way into the young boy's smooth crack to push the tip of his index finger deeper between the boy's buttcheeks....slowly rubbing his way deeper, touching the boy's tight little pucker, and eventually touching his fat man-finger to Rusty's tight little pink pucker for the first time. Paydirt! Pops was not sure how the boy would respond, but was encouraged when Rusty squirmed a little in his arms and gave the old pedo a cute little boy-grunt, and then encouragingly for Pops, the young boy arched his back, stuck out his cute little butt, and wiggled it for Pops...sending the old pervert a very clear sign...signaling that he enjoyed the old man's attentions to his butthole and that Pops was in the clear to proceed with his molestation. And so, with that signal of permission from the boy to further explore his young body, Pops proceeded with a slight rubbing on the young boy's tight little winking ring, pressing gently with the tip of his finger, gently stroking the little 8-year old boy's tight little puckered button...slowly, oh so slowly...not rushing this first finger-fucking session for the boy...a finger-fucking that Pops hoped would repeat many of the steps that he had just executed so expertly on Jimmy's receptive little butt at the neighborhood picnic earlier in the day. Despite having Richie's hardening cock in both their faces...both Pops and Rusty's attentions were fully on Pops's fingertip on Rusty's boy-ring, focused solely on that small half square inch circle of firing nerve endings that was the little boy's active and winking little bunghole. As Pops petted and gently stroked the young boy's lively little ring, he felt a moistness and a greasiness to the boy's rim that caused Pops to pause and pull little Rusty's underwear away from the boy's butt to take a look inside...looking for and spotting a little brown tire track stain inside little Rusty's blue Spiderman underwear. "Mmmmmmmmm....", groaned Pops into Rusty's ear. The boy hadn't fully cleaned himself this morning after taking his morning poop...typical for an 8-year old....and how wonderful thought the old pervert. I need to remember to as little Rusty to leave his underwear behind for Pops when he leaves today. Pops leaned forward and began to use his tongue to lick at the drip of pearly boy-nectar hanging from the tip of Richie's cock...sticking his tongue out and pressing his tongue forward to lick at the thick hood and folds of skin wrapping the boy's bulging cockhead. Giving a demonstration for his young pupil, he gave an exaggerated licking and kissing to Richie's cock for a few seconds as Pops showed Rusty what he wanted him to do.. "Now here Rusty...you try that now.", instructed Pops as he pulled his head back and let the eager kneeling young boy dive forward...licking his lips as he dove forward to press his face forward with his little pink tongue darting out and starting to lick and flick all over the folds of his brother's thick foreskin. As Rusty dove forward, Pops applied more pressure from his fingertip and pressed the tip deeper until it breached the tight little gripping ring of the 8-year old boy's asshole....poking through the boy's tight little ring and causing the boy to flinch a little and start to lick and suck his older brother with even more gusto...permanently connecting the sensation of having his ass-ring pierced just as he took his older brother's cock into his mouth for the first time in a meaningful way. This boy is going to be something special thought Pops as he explored just inside the young boy's greasy little asshole with the tip of his finger. "There you go! Now you are doing it right...go for it...lick and suck and kiss on it son...use your tongue and lips to suck on that hooded skin as it starts to go tight and peel back over your brother's knob. Then take that hard knob into your mouth and then lick deeper into the folds of his skin as it starts to peel back.", encouraged Pops as he looked over to see Jimmy capturing the moment on the video camera. This is going to be quite a good video thought Pops...perhaps one to share with his little group of local pedos.. "Now suck on it...suck on it as hard as you can...suck on your brother's foreskin and cockhead!", instructed Pops. Richie hissed a sharp intake of breath as he felt his little brother's small tongue and little sucking mouth start to go after the foreskin hooding over his sensitive bell-end of his growing boy-cock.... "Mmmmmmmmm....oh my gawd! so this is what a blowjob feels like!" thought the horny boy as he instinctively humped his cock forward, pushing past his brother's parting lips...starting to hold and rub on his little brother's head in encouragement. "Yes Rusty...just like that. Now remember to use all of your lips and tongue and mouth to lick, kiss, and suck your brother's hardening cock.", encouraged Pops. Rusty pulled off Richie's cock breathing deeply to catch his breath and sat back on his heels proudly, as he stared up at his brother's now steely cock in wonder. Richie's hard-on was now at full mast. He was sporting a rock hard, steely 6 inches of boy-meat...showing it off as his foreskin pulled taut, tightly wrapping and constricting around his fully hard cockhead. Richie's foreskin was still not fully retracted yet, as it pulled half-way down and squeezed tightly around the boy's red knob, tightly squeezing on the boy's fat head as it poked out all red within the boy's pale white skin...making Pops wonder if the boy had much experience whacking off and/or conditioning his skin to peel it all the way back over his unusually fat knob. He probably has just gone through a growth spurt and the skin has not caught up with the growth of his cock thought Pops. And so Pops took matters into his own hands and reached up and wrapped his fingers around the boy's shaft, making sure Rusty watched as he carefully pulled back Richie's foreskin and skinned it back over the boy's angry red knob...causing the excess skin to peel back over the boy's swollen knob and retreat down onto the boy's shaft, to pile up just below the bell and to reveal his shiny, fiery-red, somewhat angry-looking cockhead that was sticking out so proudly, jutting out in the hopes that his little brother would quickly get back to work and continue to lick and suck on it to his full satisfaction and completion. Richie sharply sucked air in through his teeth, hissing again in response to the manipulation of the skin over his sensitive glans...as the boy's hood skinned back, his angry red shiny helmet stood out in sharp contrast to the pale white skin of the meaty shaft...and Rusty marveled at how the foreskin peeled tightly back to reveal a needy red bulb leaking boy nectar from a wide piss slit at the tip, sitting all ready and needy for attention at the top of a pale white stalk. Pops noted how large Richie's cock had grown over the past few minutes...impressed with his thick solid shaft and angry bulbous helmet...making a mental note to make sure Richie knew he could stop by his shed and have his need to have his nuts drained fully satisfied any time that he would like, adding this stop to Richie's list of cocksucking pit stops in the neighborhood. Pops also noted for the first time the thin mat of soft, downy, curly black hairs sprouting out from around the base of Richie's engorged member. In his mind, Pops noted that Rusty better get good and prepared for that first time for when Richie comes sneaking into his bedroom, sneaking in, pulling down Rusty's covers and pajama pants in search of some tight little boy-ass to fuck instead of his regular blowjob. That big fat head on Richie's cock is going to break into and plunder many a young boy's butt rings thought Pops, forcefully popping through Rusty's tight little 8-year old puckered backchannel someday...and that day may be soon. Pops thought that he also better teach Richie how to prepare a boy to get fucked, otherwise Richie might split poor little Ritchie open with that big stiff boy-fucker. Not letting the moment pass, Pops leaned in and took over for where Rusty left off...flicking and swilling and licking his tongue around Richie's sensitive shiny glans, making the boy dance as he took the boy's sensitive knob into his warm mouth for the first time, sucking hard on the boy's bell and washing it with rapid flicks and licks of his tongue. As he leaned forward, Pops also pressed his fingertip deeper into Rusty's tight little boy-ring, forcing his finger deeper into that tight little vice-like gripping muscle, burrowing his finger up to his first knuckle as Rusty squirmed and wiggled his little butt in response to the man's sheathing his finger in the young boy's tight rectum. Mmmmmm...so very tight, and so willing to accept a good probing, thought Pops as he pressed his fingertip further and started probing around the tight sleeve of the boy's gripping muscle, using the boy's boy butter to slip deeper inside. The old pedo wondered if he could get his whole finger up into this young boy's tight boy-pussy in this session. "Now Rusty, you will want to be careful not to let your teeth scrape on Richie's cock when you take it into deeper your mouth...you want to protect him from your teeth with your lips and tongue....just like this.", Pops demonstrated for Rusty as he first showed Rusty how to cover his teeth... and then...Pops bobbed his head forward a few times until he pushed his lips all the way to the root of Richie's cock and to fully take all of Richie's throbbing rigid rod swiftly and deeply into his mouth...sucking Richie's fat bell deep into the back of his throat and eventually taking deeper into his open throat swallowed the boy's formidable cock whole while grasping the boy by the back of his knees as he pulled him forward, savoring Richie's reaction to being deep throated to the root for the very first time. "Ssssshhhhhiiiiiiiiitttttttttttttt! Oh my gawd...Fuck yeah! Keep doing that!", groaned Richie as he got up on his tiptoes and humped his hips forward, instinctively trying to drive his boy-cock deeper into the man's sucking throat, humping forward in a vain attempt to keep his cock buried in the Pops's throat. Rusty took note of Richie's reaction to being deep-throated by Pops and decided right there and then that he would practice deep-throating until he learned how to do it perfectly. But Pops pulled back to get a good look at the effects of his aggressive mouth and throat-work, watching Richie strain to keep his cock engaged with a warm mouth...any mouth... straining and looking like a horny pre-teen desperately trying to get his nutt. Richie's cockhead flared an angry red, standing rigid as boy-steel, and glistening with Pop's spit as it dripped from the tip. Pop looked up at the beautiful lust on Richie's young face...watching Jimmy record the scene...capturing Richie's painful neediness to get his boy-cum, and then the almost eager look on Rusty's face as the young boy backleaned in to take Pops's place on Richie's cock...putting the lesson he just learned to be careful with his teeth into practice as he opened his little boy mouth as wide as he could and took Richie into his mouth...his thin red lips stretched around Richie's fat head...with the fat bulb of Richie's red cockhead disappearing into the little boy's mouth, and then several inches of shaft disappearing through the cock-hungry 8-year old's novice mouth. All the while...the action continued behind Rusty as well, asPops twisted his finger and burrowed further into the boy's young quim. Rusty's eyes got big as his cheeks bulged and his lips strained. Clearly Richie's large knob had found the back of Rusty's throat and the youngster didn't know what to do next. Richie hissed some more and tried desperately to push his cock further down his little brother's tight throat. "Don't panic son...you're doing great. You don't need to try and swallow it all at once. Just try and suck on it like a lollipop as you pull back and take a breath through your nose. There you go...much better. Now go back down and try sticking your tongue out at the same time...stick your tongue out underneath and rub the bottom of Richie's shaft with your tongue as you go back and forth on his cock.", instructed Pops knowing that that might open up Rusty's throat a bit more for Richie's fat cockhead to lodge deeper in the boy's eager throat. Rusty pushed down further on Richie's cock, eager to replicate Pops's deep throat cocksucking and get his lips all the way down to the root. And despite Richie's attempts to hold his little brother's head down and hump his needy cock it into the younger boy's throat, Rusty pulled his head back...his eyes watering profusely and he sucked hard as he drew back, breathing hard to recover from his brief gagging moment, pulling back until only Richie's cockhead was still held firmly in his mouth. Pops watched the young boy's technique, but had no criticism or advice because it was perfect...lots of lips pulling on Richie's loose skin, the boy's tongue swirling and his mouth sucking on Richie's knob like a lollipop. The young boy was even pulling on Richie's full ripe balls perfectly. "Now use your tongue underneath Richie's cockhead...that is the most sensitive part..lick that little ridge right there with your tongue", advised Pops as he watched Rusty respond by shooting his tongue out and flicking and licking at Richie's soft, sensitive frenulum of prepuce. Richie groaned a moan of lust and need...and Pops looked up to see his face contorted in a look of painful pleasure and concentration as he began to contort into his boy-gasm face. By now Jimmy was standing next to Pops filming the hot scene of his friend getting a blowjob from his younger brother. Pops rubbed his left hand up the back of Jimmy's smooth thighs and felt his way into the boy's underwear to cup the boy's smooth cheek. It wasn't long before he was digging deeper into the crevice between the boy's smooth cheeks and rubbing on little Jimmy's puckered little star...massaging that familiar little smooth muscular ring that he had just gotten to know intimately and stretched out a few short hours ago. Jimmy pulled something from behind his back and showed it to Pops...it was a big plastic freezer bag...a sealed bag containing Jimmy's cum-stained jockstrap from the session at the neighborhood picnic earlier this afternoon. Pops smiled up at the boy..."oh Jimmy...a gift for me? What a sweet little boy!", exclaimed Pops as he started rubbing and massaging Jimmy's little wrinkled rosebud with more purpose. "Now...get them out so that i can enjoy them!", said Pops as he pulled little Jimmy's underwear down and swallowed the boy's 3 inch spike of a cocklet down to its root in one swift motion. Now that Jimmy joined the fun Pops and Rusty had two 12 year-old cocks to play with and enjoy. Jimmy pulled his moist jockstrap out of the plastic bag and held them up to Pops's face as Pops buried his nose into the wet pouch and inhaled deeply through his nose... "Uuunnnnnnnnggggggghhhhhhh...ffffuuuuuccccccckkkkkkkkkk!", groaned Pops as he inhaled the musty musky scent of Jimmy's boy-cum laden jock. "Put them in my mouth so I can suck on them.", demanded the old pervert as he started to suck and chew on Jimmy's dirty used cum-stained jockstrap. Pops was in boy heaven! Pops took his break from working Jimmy's cocklet over, turning his attention to sucking the boy's two hour old cum out of his dirty jockstrap and watching Rusty suck his older brother. Richie was not going to last much longer. "Now look up Rusty...see that look on Richie's face? That's his cum-face and that means he is going to cum real soon. Let's slow down a little bit so that he will last a little longer. We know he wants to shoot...but let's not let him cum just yet.", advised Pops, teaching the boy how to edge a horny boy. As Rusty pulled back off Richie's cockhead Pops leaned in himself to get a wet tongue on Richie's shaft. "Here Rusty...lean in and help me lick the sides of Richie's rod. We'll both lick his shaft and use our tongues to tease him some. Yes...that's it!", said Pops as he watched Rusty stick his little boy tongue out and start flicking and licking up and down on his side of Richie's pale shaft. "Now work your way down to his balls. Yes, that's it....lick at your brother's balls. I am going to show you how to suck on them as well. Your brother will love to have his balls licked and sucked on", as Pops dove deeper and took the whole of Richie's pre-teen ballsack into his warm sucking mouth...sucking Richie's full ripe congested nuts in their loose sack all the way into the back of his throat as he showed Rusty how to suck hard on a horny boy's balls to tease and make him horny. Pops also took the opportunity to push his intruding finger deeper into the young boy...pushing deeper and giving the little boy a ride up on his big intruding finger as it slid up into his warm center...rubbing hard on the young boy's immature prostate as he went deeper and got introduced to the boy up to his second knuckle. So warm...and squeezing so very tight...Pops wondered if this finger was the first solid intruder to probe the young boy's bottom...probably not as surely the young boy had experimented with a hairbrush or carrot or something...and based upon Rusty's enthusiastic response...it would not be the last solid thing to be pushed up the young boy's rectum for even today. Rusty gave Pops a responsive groan more of hunger and lust than of anything else, and then bobbed his head forward hurriedly to take Richie's pride and joy back into his mouth, pushing it deeper into the back of his throat - now demonstrating his recently learned skills as an experienced pro at taking hard cock in his mouth...and he kept going as deep and as far as he could go without getting the head of Richie's fat knob to pop into his throat...his progress blocked so that his thin lips could get no further than two-thirds of the way down Richie's shaft. Pops watched proudly as Rusty tried several times...and then failed several time...and then try again determinedly as his eyes began to water and the young boy gave a small retch and a gag...trying to but not quite getting his thin red lips fully down his older brother's shaft to encircle the base of Richie's cock. "What a champ! Keep trying!", whispered Pops, "Now let's try one more time...and this time try relaxing your throat and try to fake like you're yawning...and then swallow all at the same time!", encouraged Pops as Rusty came up half-way up the boy's steely shaft...gathered himself for his next try as Richie helped him along by grabbing Rusty by the hair on the back of his head and helped his younger brother by thrusting forward as he pulled his brother's face down onto his hard cock. "Uuuuuuunnnnnnnggggggghhhhhh!!!", grunted Richie as he pushed his hard cock down Rusty's young and impossibly stretched throat. "Very good! You did it!", whispered Pops, watching as Jimmy recorded the moment...watching Rusty bob up and down and squeezed Richie's cock into his tight little throat. Pops stroked the young boy's smooth back in encouragement...and pushed his fat knuckle deeper to stretch the boy's little gripping sphincter, pushing through to finish the long slow ride to fully deploy his fat man-finger into the depths of the 8 year-old's tight little rectum. Rusty puffed his cheeks out a little but didn't respond in any other way to Pops's deeper molestation...concentrating on Richie's cock as he tried to recreate what it took to squeeze the boy's fat mushroom-shaped helmet into his tight little boy-throat. And then it hit Rusty...a deep anal orgasm that was a dry-cum for the young boy...registering as not much more than a boy's shiver and a tremble to the observer from the outside...but Pops felt it internally in Rusty's bunghole as the young boy's rectal sleeve started to pulse and squeeze and try its best to force Pops's finger out from its tight grip. But Pops wouldn't have that, and so he pushed and rubbed the boy's small prostate as the gland constricted and did it's best to orgasm and squeeze out some boy-sperms, but it could not as there was nothing there yet to shoot as the boy's dry cum washed over him. And then, almost in unison...Richie started to hump his hips forward, pushing back and forth to face-fuck his little brother's mouth as he held the helpless boy's head And then it happened... Ruty's rose up on his toes and yelped..."Eeeeeeiiiiiiyyyyyyyyyuuuuuuhhhhhhh! Ffffffuuuuucccckkkkk!" The first spurt of boy-cream shot straight down little Rusty's throat...a full thick jet of boy-sperm that Rusty didn't even taste. The next spurt splashed into Rusty's mouth as he pulled back as he realized his older brother was cumming and squirting down his throat. With that, Rusty got a big mouth full of his brother's young seed, whether he wanted it or not...getting his first full taste of something that he had been craving for so long. The third blast sprayed up over Rusty's face as he pulled back...squirting Richie's young boy-juice to splatter in his younger brother's hair and splashing Pops on the cheek in the process. By the fourth squirt, Richie was painting his younger brother's face with a thin glaze of his immature semen...immature yes, but still quite an impressive load volume for such a young pre-teen. Ever diligent, Pops was quick to not let any go to waste...and if Rusty wasn't going to dive back to get the remainder of his older brother's creamy nutt, then he sure wasn't going to miss the chance, and so he took Richie's still spurting and dribbling rod back into his own mouth as he started to suckle the boy through the final throes of his climactic boy-gasm. "Unnnggghhh...mmmmm....uuuuhhhhh-mmmmmmm-owwwww...owwwww....", grunted Richie as his cock quickly went through all the phases from the supernova of blowing his load and splattering his little brother's face...to feeling the warmth of Pops mouth as it sucked and drained his nuts of their full load...to becoming super-sensitive as his fiery red glans became too sensitive to stand the touch of Pop's tongue and lips. Pops tried his best to gently hold the boy's spasming cock in his mouth...letting it spasm and suckling it softly... letting the boy come down from his orgasmic high while still softly holding and suckling it in his mouth...showing Rusty how to suckle a boy's deflating spent cock in order to extract the last drop of semen from a boy's emptied nuts (and hopefully elicit a second round of hardness and perhaps an ever bigger load the in a second round)....but Richie's cockhead was too sensitive to allow Pops to continue. He pushed on Pops's forehead and pulled back to extract his deflating cock from Pops sucking mouth with a squeak and a sigh. Pops pulled back and looked up to see a look of complete contentment and sheer bliss on Richie's face as he came down through his post-orgasmic high. Pops then looked over to Rusty and saw the boy struggling to deal with the volume of cum that had been sprayed onto his face. Pops tried to help Rusty collect some of the coating of cum by using a finger to collect some of Richie's cum and then fed it to the young boy, who eagerly accepted Pops's cum-covered finger into his cummy mouth...and then the old pedo gathered up some more and licked some off his own finger. Pops leaned in to gently lick at the long streak of cum dripping down the young boy's cheek and chin...adding to the mouthful of boy-cream that he had already collected directly from Richie's spurting cock. Moving in closer, he placed an open mouth kiss on Rusty cum-glazed lips and the young boy parted his lips to let the man insert his sperm-covered tongue into the boy's open mouth as they swapped Richie's load in a very hot dueling tongue, cummy french kiss. What a hot little boy! As they kissed, Pops slowly extracted his finger from Rusty's gripping anus, eliciting a soft sigh, a boy-shiver, and a whimper as he probed the boy's mouth with his tongue. Fuck that was hot thought Pops as he pulled his mouth away from the young boy, staring at the light brown streaks of musty boy butter on the full length finger that had just been pulled from Rusty's tiny 8 year-old asshole. Lifting his finger to his nose and sniffing deeply...Pops's eyes rolled into the back of his head... "Jimmy...come over here with me.", called out Pops as he moved over towards the padded bench with the sacks of grass seeds, "We have some unfinished business we need to take care of!", groaned Pops as he grabbed and pulled on his bulging crotch. "And bring over that dirty jockstrap of yours". To be continued... </[email protected]> </div></div>
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Date: Mon, 14 Oct 2024 03:14:01 +0000 From: Jock Cummings Subject: Brandon the Teen Swimmer Chapter 10 Summary: (m/t) Brandon is a muscular teen swimmer. His teacher and coach, Mr Thompson is an ugly chubby old man who always encourages Brandon to welcome the lusts and desires of old men. Part 2 of the Cove: our swim jock Brandon has a weekend job at the Cove - an exclusive all older male resort. In Part 1, old male patrons ate sushi off Brandon's muscular hot jock body. This continues Brandon's second day! :P The author copyrights this story, with permission for posting on the Nifty Archive. It may not be copied to another website without prior approval from the author. This story is fiction. Any actual locations, events, or other entities have been completely fictionalized. Any similarities to real people are purely coincidental. The story involves gay sex between older and younger individuals. It was written solely for the reading pleasure of adults who aren't offended by the subject matter. If this type of material is illegal where you live, please leave now! I love all comments, feedback and conversations at [email protected] Kindly consider supporting and subscribing to me on my Patreon: (patreon.com/JockCummings) Please consider donating to Nifty to keep this archive free for everyone! Brandon the Teen Swimmer Chapter 10 Brandon awoke the next morning with an intense hardon that throbbed relentlessly beneath the sheets. He couldn't help but smile to himself, thinking about the incredible experience he'd had during the Living Sushi event and the compliments he'd received from the guests. Working on the breakfast shift that morning, Brandon quickly realized that he was becoming an even greater spectacle than the day before. Not only was he just in the thin white shorts and topless, the older male guests seemed to be more aware of his presence and eager to touch and admire his body having experienced the previous night's living sushi event. He felt like a prized exhibit rather than a human being, and it both unnerved and aroused him at the same time. In the middle of the shift, Teddy, the owner of the resort, approached him with a broad grin on his face. "Brandon, my boy, you were quite the hit last night!" Teddy exclaimed, slapping Brandon on the back with a hearty laugh. "As you may have noticed by now, the guests simply couldn't get enough of you. And judging by the size of your... tip this morning, they were more than generous in showing their appreciation." "I think it's safe to say you've made quite an impression on our guests," he said, patting Brandon on the shoulder. "They're already asking about when they'll get to see you again." Brandon looked at Teddy in surprise. "Really? You mean they want me to do... all of that again?" Teddy nodded, his grin widening. "Absolutely. In fact, some of them are even offering to tip a lot more for private sessions with you." As Brandon continued his duties, the weight of Teddy's words lingered in his mind. The men's gazes were unmistakable, their eyes tracing every contour of his body as he moved. Whispers filled the air, crude remarks and suggestive comments reached his ears despite their hushed tones. The attention was unsettling yet oddly arousing. Despite his unease, Brandon maintained a professional demeanor. He couldn't deny the thrill of their curiosity. As he served them breakfast, the older men bombarded him with questions. They wanted to know about his life, his physique, and his transformation into a living sushi platter. "Brandon my dear, how did you get into this?" Brandon explained about his background in swimming and how he ended up at the resort. "So, Brandon, we love you in last night's Living Sushi event," said one of the men, his eyes gleaming with interest. "What was it like to be the center of attention like that?" Brandon blushed, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks. "Hmmm...to be honest, it was both exhilarating and overwhelming. I've never felt such a rush of adrenaline before." "And what about the physical sensations?" another man asked, leaning forward eagerly. "Did you enjoy having all those people touching and admiring your body?" "Yes," Brandon admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "It was intense. Their touch...it felt electric, and I couldn't help but respond. But it was also scary, not being in control like that." The men exchanged knowing glances, their interest piqued by his candid response. "Sounds like quite the experience," one of them remarked, his tone laced with admiration. Brandon nodded, feeling a mix of vulnerability and relief at sharing his feelings. "It was definitely something I won't forget anytime soon."" One of the men, a distinguished-looking gentleman with a salt-and-pepper beard, placed his hand on Brandon's arms , "Brandon, tell us more about how your muscles reacted to the tongue licking and eating of sushi on your body during the event," he said, his eyes sparkling with lust. Brandon shifted uncomfortably, unsure how to respond. But he couldn't deny the thrill that ran through him at the memory of those tongues touching his skin. "Well, it was... nice," he admitted, his voice almost a whisper. "Every lick and touch sent shivers through my body. I errr... could feel myself getting more and more aroused as the night went on." The men exchanged excited glances, their interest in Brandon's experiences growing more intense by the minute. They peppered him with questions about every aspect of the event, from the way the sushi felt on his skin to the sensations he experienced when the guests fed on him. The men listened intently, their interest palpable. It was both overwhelming and strangely satisfying to have their full attention. Brandon found himself opening up to them, sharing details he hadn't even admitted to himself. The more he talked, the more he realized that he craved their attention, their touch, and their admiration. It was as if he had been starved for this kind of connection his entire life, and these men were finally able to satisfy his deepest desires. He was being objectified, yet he was also being admired and appreciated. It was a confusing blend of vulnerability and empowerment. Brandon can't help but think of Coach Thompson's sessions at this thought of being desired by old men. Strangely, he also remembered Mr. Chen who had always emphasized that men like him, experienced and wise, were crucial in shaping young talents like Brandon and Brandon should always embrace their admiration and eagerness to mentor and guide him. Throughout the shift, Brandon was pinched, groped, praised, admired, and molested more often than the day before. His body was no longer his own, and he found himself growing more and more anxious about his lack of control. Despite his unease, Brandon couldn't deny that there was something exciting about being the center of attention. The sensation of hands on his skin, the whispers in his ear, and the feeling of powerlessness combined to create a heady cocktail of desire and fear. As they made his way through his breakfast shift, Brandon found himself being pulled aside by these men, each one eager for a private word or a stolen touch. They showered him with compliments and gifts, some even offering him large sums of money in exchange for his time and attention. Brandon did his best to navigate the choppy waters of their affections, trying to give each man the attention he desired without letting things go too far. But despite his best efforts, he could feel himself slipping further and further into a world of pleasure and desire that he had never known existed. Brandon was overwhelmed by his overnight stardom and decided to take a moment for himself and stepped outside for some fresh air. Leaning against the cool brick wall, he tried to process the whirlwind of emotions he was feeling. He was proud of his performance, but he couldn't help but feel uneasy about the way the old men had treated him. As he stood there, lost in thought, he noticed a group of the old men huddled together, whispering and casting furtive glances in his direction. He couldn't make out what they were saying, but it was clear that he was the topic of their conversation. Curiosity got the better of him, and Brandon sidled closer, trying to catch snippets of their conversation. "He's so young and beautiful," one of them said, his voice tinged with desire. "I've never seen anything like it." Another man chimed in, "Just imagine having him all to ourselves, without an audience. We could do whatever we wanted with him." Brandon felt a shiver run down his spine as he realized what they were discussing. It was clear that these men were attracted to him, and the thought of being alone with them filled him with a mixture of fear and excitement. "We should ask him for a private session," said a third man, his eyes gleaming with lust. "I'm sure he wouldn't say no. We could make it worth his while." The others nodded in agreement, their faces flushed with excitement at the prospect of having Brandon to themselves. They approached him, their eyes full of hunger and expectation. Brandon's heart raced as they surrounded him, their presence both thrilling and intimidating. One of the men, a rotund silver-haired gentleman who had a lusty smirk and looking grimey, grabbed Brandon's biceps and squeezed while nervously speaking up. "Brandon, we were wondering if you'd be interested in having a private session with us. We'd love the opportunity to spend some quality time with you, away from the public eye." The rest of the group surrounded him, each one vying for his time and affection. They touched him, caressed him, and whispered their desires into his ear, creating a cacophony of lust that threatened to overwhelm him. "Please, Brandon," they implored, their voices thick with desire. "We've been dreaming of this moment since the first time we saw you at the resort. Let us show you how much we appreciate your beauty." Brandon stood frozen, his mind a whirlwind of intrigue and unease. As the men continued to plead, he felt hands stealthily exploring his body. One man, with a sly grin, gently squeezed his ass while another, more bold, tweaked his nipples, sending shivers down his spine. The sensation was both invasive and thrilling, his body responding against his better judgment. The group tightened their circle around him, each man eager to claim a piece of him. Their touches grew bolder, more insistent, as they whispered their fantasies into his ear. "Just imagine, Brandon, being ours completely," one murmured, his hand sliding lower on Brandon's thigh. Brandon's breath quickened, his resolve wavering under their relentless advances. He was torn between fleeing from the overwhelming attention and succumbing to the intoxicating allure of their desires. The line between discomfort and arousal blurred, leaving him suspended in a haze of conflicting emotions. Brandon started to respond, "Err..sorry sirs...I'm still at work..." Before Brandon could finish, Teddy burst into the swarm, his presence commanding immediate attention. "Gentlemen, I apologize for the interruption," he said with a polite yet firm tone, "but I need to take Brandon away for a moment." The group of old men looked annoyed and disappointed but reluctantly stepped back, allowing Teddy to approach Brandon. "Brandon, I need you to handle a special room service request," Teddy explained, handing him a tray laden with gourmet breakfast items. "It's for one of our VIP guests, and they requested you specifically." Brandon nodded, feeling a mix of relief and curiosity. "Of course, Teddy. I'll take care of it right away." As they walked away, Teddy chuckled, glancing back at Brandon with a knowing smile. "Seems like you've become quite the sensation, Brandon. Those old men were practically drooling over you," he remarked, his tone light but teasing. Brandon flushed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and pride. "Yes sir," he admitted, adjusting the thin white shorts that seemed to barely contain his excitement. Leading the way through the large rustic corridors of the resort, Teddy continued to tease him. "You've got them wrapped around your finger, or should I say, your shorts?" he laughed, nudging Brandon playfully. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As they stopped in front of the grand suite doors, Teddy pulled out a mobile phone and made a phone call on speaker mode. He waited for a moment until the call connected. "Mr. Chen, good morning! It's Teddy. I'm here with Brandon!," Teddy continued, keeping his voice low and conspiratorial. "I just wanted to update you on Brandon. He's been absolutely phenomenal here at the resort. The guests are raving about him, especially after last night's event. "In fact Mr. Chen, you'll be pleased to know that Brandon is just about to deliver some very special room service. I believe our VIP guest has quite an appetite this morning." Mr. Chen's response was immediate, his voice laced with unmistakable lust. "Ah, Teddy, always looking out for our finest assets. Tell me, is Brandon... prepared for this particular meal?" Teddy chuckled, glancing at Brandon with a mischievous grin. "Oh, absolutely, Mr. Chen. He's dressed for the occasion--or should I say, undressed? Those thin shorts leave little to the imagination, don't they?" Mr. Chen's laughter was rich and resonant. "Perfect, Teddy. Of course! It's not just food that needs to be savored here." Teddy replied, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I'm sure Brandon will provide service with the utmost care and attention. After all, we wouldn't want any... dissatisfaction from our esteemed guests." "Indeed," Mr. Chen murmured, his tone growing even more suggestive. "A young man like Brandon must learn to appreciate the finer points of hospitality." Teddy nodded, though Mr. Chen couldn't see it. Teddy grinned and tapped the screen of his phone, switching the call to video mode. "Mr. Chen, I think you'll want to see for yourself" he said, turning the phone so that Mr. Chen could get a clear view of Brandon. On the screen, Mr. Chen's eyes widened appreciatively as he took in Brandon's muscular form and the thin white shorts that clung tantalizingly to his body. "Ah, Teddy, well done," Mr. Chen purred, his gaze lingering on Brandon. "It's always better to see our jock in action." Brandon was waiting nearby, his face flushed with a mix of nervousness and arousal. His nipples had hardened and under the thin fabric of his white shorts, and his cock twitched into a semi-erection, tenting the material noticeably. Teddy held the phone with a sly grin as Mr. Chen's video boomed through the phone, warm and encouraging as he gazed lustfully at the young man's exposed state. ""Brandon, my boy, you're making us all proud." Brandon blushed deeper, feeling both pride and embarrassment as he adjusted to keep himself in view. "Thank you, Mr. Chen. I'm just trying my best." "Keep up the good work, Brandon," Mr. Chen continued, his eyes lingering on Brandon's aroused form. "And remember, what happens in the Cove stays in the Cove." Teddy continued the video call with Mr. Chen as he handed Brandon the key card, maintaining a steady stream of dialogue between them both. "Here we go, Brandon," Teddy said, his voice a mix of encouragement and anticipation. "The guest is expecting you. Just be your charming self, and everything will be fine." Brandon took the key card, his fingers trembling slightly as he felt the weight of expectation not just from Teddy's words but also from Mr. Chen's watchful gaze on the video feed. Swiping the card, he heard the soft click as the door unlocked. As he pushed it open, a strange feeling crept over him--being followed not just by Teddy but also by Mr. Chen's virtual presence through the phone screen. Teddy kept the phone steady, ensuring that Mr. Chen could see every step they took into the grand suite, enhancing the surreal sensation of being monitored and exhibited. The grand suite unfolded before Brandon, a sprawling oasis of luxury that seemed to blend the rugged charm of a modern wooden lodge with the opulence of a five-star resort. The living room alone was vast, with rustic beams crisscrossing the high ceiling, casting intricate shadows that danced across the plush, dark wood furniture scattered throughout. Large windows framed the lush greenery outside, offering an almost secluded view that belied the bustling activity just beyond the walls. To the right, a doorway hinted at another realm within this expansive space. It led to the bedroom, hidden from immediate view but promising further indulgence. The air in the suite was thick with anticipation, as if every piece of furniture and every beam had been meticulously arranged to heighten the senses. Brandon stepped further into the room, his presence amplified by the grandeur surrounding him. Teddy remained close behind, still holding the phone so that Mr. Chen could see every detail through the video feed. As they moved deeper into the suite, the bedroom door loomed larger, its darkness inviting yet mysterious. "Good morning Sir? Brandon called out, his voice echoing slightly in the vast space. "I have your room service." He placed the platter on a grand oak table in the center of the room, then stood there absentmindedly rubbing his pecs, feeling slightly uneasy in the emptiness of the suite. Brandon hesitated, his steps faltering as he approached the unseen room. He cleared his throat and called out once more, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "Sir? Your room service has arrived." A soothing voice soon responded, "Ahhh, Brandon. We are so happy to have you here!" It was a voice that Brandon found familiar, and not unexpected in this context. Out of the blue, Mr. Gold sashayed out, completely naked. The tall, distinguished man had a fairly chunky body and was especially thick at his hips, giving him an almost regal presence despite his nudity. His skin was pale, dotted with age spots, and his member hung soft and small between his legs. Brandon's eyes widened in shock as he took in the sight of not only Mr. Gold but of him naked. The contrast between the older man's confident stride and his own intense discomfort made Brandon feel even more exposed than he already was. He couldn't help but stare, a mix of repulsion and fascination warring within him. Mr. Gold noticed Brandon's reaction and chuckled softly, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Surprised, dear boy?" he asked, his voice smooth and unapologetic. "There's no need to be shy." Teddy kept the phone trained on Brandon, ensuring Mr. Chen had a clear view. "Brandon, why don't you introduce yourself to our esteemed guest?" Teddy suggested, his tone smooth and guiding. Brandon swallowed hard, trying to compose himself. The situation was becoming increasingly surreal, and he wasn't sure how to navigate this new layer of intimacy and exposure. He stepped forward, his heart pounding in his chest. "Good morning, sir. I'm Brandon, and I'll be taking care of your breakfast today." Mr Gold smiled, a slow, knowing grin that made Brandon's skin prickle with a mix of excitement and nerves. "Excellent," he replied, his eyes roving over Brandon's form appreciatively. "I trust you'll make this meal memorable." Teddy chuckled softly, maintaining a steady stream of conversation for Mr. Chen's benefit. "Oh, I have no doubt about that Mr Gold," he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. He then turned to engage Mr. Gold in small talk, ensuring the atmosphere remained light and conversational. "Mr. Gold, how has your stay been so far?" Teddy inquired, keeping his tone casual yet attentive. Mr. Gold, unabashed and still completely naked moved closer to Brandon, a lusty gleam lit his eyes. His hands reached out, brazenly gliding over Brandon's muscular chest and down his taut abs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "Teddy, my stay has been utterly splendid," Mr. Gold murmured, his fingers tracing patterns that caused Brandon to shiver involuntarily. "And having Brandon here... well, it's an added delight." With a casual wave towards the phone held by Teddy, Mr. Gold acknowledged Mr. Chen with a smirk. "Hello there, Mr. Chen. Seeing is believing, isn't it?" he chuckled, his hand now resting possessively on Brandon's pecs. The older man's touch was firm yet exploratory, making it clear that he intended to enjoy every moment of this encounter. Teddy nodded, understanding the underlying message. "I'm glad to hear it Mr Gold. Mr. Chen, you're missing quite the spectacle," he teased, shifting the phone slightly so that Mr. Chen could see the entire room, including Brandon standing there somewhat awkwardly yet undeniably captivating. Mr. Chen's voice resonated through the phone, tinged with both envy and admiration. "Indeed, Teddy, you've truly outdone yourself this time," he remarked, his tone shifting to address Mr. Gold directly. "And Mr. Gold, it seems you're enjoying our young protégé quite thoroughly. I must say, your enthusiasm is quite contagious." Teddy grinned, enjoying the moment. "Just doing my job, Mr. Chen." With that, Teddy decided it was time to leave the young man to his duties. "Well, I'll leave you gentlemen to enjoy your breakfast and... other activities," he said with a knowing wink before placing the phone strategically on a nearby table where Mr. Chen could continue to observe unobstructed. "Have a wonderful morning, gentlemen," Teddy added before turning to exit the suite, leaving behind a palpable tension mixed with anticipation as Brandon prepared to serve his VIP guest under Mr. Chen's watchful eye. Brandon felt every word like a touch against his skin, aware of how exposed he was under their combined gazes. His movements became more deliberate, each placement of a dish or utensil performed with careful precision. The thin fabric of his shorts clung even tighter to his aroused state, betraying his inner turmoil beneath Mr. Chen's watchful eye and the Mr Gold's appreciative stare. As Teddy left the room, Mr. Gold licked his lips, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He leaned in closer to Brandon, his hand still on Brandon's pecs with his fingers circling Brandon left nipple. "Remember yesterday, Brandon?" he murmured, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "That quickie in the dining hall toilet? And later, during the living sushi event, when I had my tongue buried deep in your asshole?" Brandon's face flushed with embarrassment and arousal as he recalled the intense sensations from those encounters. He tried to maintain a composed demeanor, but the memories were too vivid, too enticing. Mr. Gold chuckled softly, pulling Brandon into a tight hug. The older man's naked body pressed against him, their flesh touching in an intimate embrace. Brandon struggled to keep his composure, not wanting to give away how much the contact affected him. "Why am I the only one naked?" Mr. Gold teased, his hands roving over Brandon's back. "It's so unfair. After all, you've seen every inch of me." Brandon swallowed hard, feeling the weight of Mr. Gold's gaze on him. The older man's confidence was both intimidating and alluring, drawing him further into the web of desire and submission that surrounded them. Mr. Gold leaned closer to the phone on the table, ensuring Mr. Chen could see and hear everything clearly. "Mr. Chen, I hope you are seeing this," he said with a smirk, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Our young Brandon here is quite the star." He tightened his grip around Brandon, pressing their bodies even closer together. "Isn't that right, Brandon?" he kissed his neck as he whispered, his breath hot and inviting. Brandon nodded reluctantly, his face burning with embarrassment and arousal. He could feel Mr. Chen's eyes on him through the phone screen, adding another layer of intensity to the moment. "Oh, absolutely," Mr. Chen's voice came through the phone, filled with amusement and approval. "Keep up the good work, Brandon. You're making us all very proud." Mr. Gold laughed softly, his hand sliding down to cup Brandon's ass cheek firmly. "See, Brandon? Even Mr. Chen is impressed by your abilites." Mr. Gold's hands roamed freely over Brandon's muscular torso, his fingers tracing the defined lines of his abs and the broad expanse of his chest. The older man's naked body pressed firmly against Brandon's, their skin touching in an intimate embrace that sent waves of sensation through Brandon's body. Mr. Gold's lips curled into a wicked smile as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against Brandon's ear. "Feel that, Brandon?" Mr. Gold murmured, his voice low and seductive. He reached up with one hand to gently twist and tug at Brandon's nipples, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from the young athlete. "Your body is so responsive." Brandon bit his lip, trying to maintain some semblance of control as Mr. Gold continued to explore his body with bold touches and suggestive words. The older man's actions become increasingly daring, each touch sending shivers down Brandon's spine. Mr. Gold's tongue flicked out, licking one of Brandon's nipples before circling it slowly, the sensation both thrilling and overwhelming. "Ah!" Brandon gasped, his body tensing involuntarily as Mr. Gold's skilled tongue worked its magic. The older man chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on the younger jock. He switched to the other nipple, repeating the process with equal fervor, causing Brandon to writhe slightly in his grasp. "You like that, don't you?" Mr. Gold whispered, his voice dripping with satisfaction. He continued to lick and twist Brandon's nipples, each movement designed to elicit a response from the sensitive flesh. Brandon's reactions were immediate and intense, his breathing growing heavier as he struggled to remain composed under Mr. Gold's relentless assault. Through it all, Mr. Chen's gaze remained fixed on them through the phone screen, adding another layer of intensity to the moment. "That's it, Brandon," Mr. Chen's voice came through the phone, filled with amusement and approval. "Let yourself feel it." Mr. Gold continued his tantalizing assault, his tongue flicking expertly over Brandon's nipples, each touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through the young athlete's body. "Brandon," Mr. Chen's voice interrupted again, this time more insistent. "Are you enjoying your nipples being played with by Mr. Gold?" Brandon sheepishly nodded his head, his cheeks burning with a deep blush as he admitted to the arousal that was evident even to him. He couldn't deny the thrill of the sensations or the attention from both Mr. Gold and Mr. Chen, whose eyes seemed to penetrate through the phone screen, watching every reaction, every quiver. The older man's hands roamed lower, tracing the contours of Brandon's muscular thighs, his fingers dancing dangerously close to the thin fabric of his shorts. "Now," Mr. Gold said, his tone turning serious yet playful, "let's make this breakfast even more memorable, shall we?" He turned to face the camera directly, giving Mr. Chen a clear view of their entangled bodies. "What do you think, Mr. Chen?" Mr. Chen's response was immediate and enthusiastic. "Absolutely, Mr. Gold. Show him how it's done." Mr. Gold's actions were swift and assertive. With a sudden tug, he pulled Brandon's thin white shorts all the way down, almost ripping it in the process, revealing the young man's hard, throbbing 7-incher. As the thin fabric gave way abruptly, Brandon's erection to bounced and throbbed in the cool air of the grand suite. Mr. Gold's hand wrapped around it with a practiced ease, his fingers gently squeezing as he leaned in to lick around the head of Brandon's cock. Brandon gasped, his eyes rolling back as waves of pleasure surged through him. The sensation was overwhelming, yet undeniably thrilling. Mr. Gold's tongue was warm and wet, teasing every sensitive spot on Brandon's shaft while his other hand continued to fondle him all over, exploring his muscular frame with a possessive touch. "Enjoying yourself, dear boy?" Mr. Gold murmured against Brandon's skin, his voice dripping with lust. Brandon could only nod, too lost in the sensations to form words. His body responded involuntarily, arching slightly towards Mr. Gold's ministrations. Through the phone, Mr. Chen's voice cut sharply into the moment. "Brandon, it's rude not to respond verbally," he chided, his tone mockingly stern yet teasing. "Tell Mr. Gold how much you enjoy his touch." Blushing furiously, Brandon forced himself to speak, his voice thick with arousal. "Yes, Mr. Gold... I love it when you touch me like that," he admitted, each word a struggle against his mounting desire. Mr. Chen's voice softened, becoming more coaxing than chastising. "That's better," he said approvingly. "Now, tell him what you want next." Swallowing hard, Brandon glanced at Mr. Gold, who watched him with eager eyes. "Please, Mr. Gold... suck my cock," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as he surrendered to the older man's control. Mr. Gold, on his knees, looked up at Brandon and grinned triumphantly. "As you wish, my hot stud," he declared before turning his full attention back to Brandon's erection. With renewed vigor, he deepthroated and teased Brandon's shaft, his movements precise and calculated to elicit maximum pleasure. Mr. Chen's voice crackled through the phone, his tone firm yet teasing. "Brandon, I want you to tell Mr. Gold exactly how it feels to have your cock sucked by an old, perverted man." Brandon's face flushed a deep red, his eyes darting between Mr. Gold and the phone. He cleared his throat, struggling to find the words. "It... it feels strange," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But also really good. His mouth is so warm and... his tongue so ...experienced." Mr. Chen chuckled softly, clearly pleased with Brandon's response. "Good boy," he murmured. "Do you want to feed him your cum?" Brandon's breath hitched at the question, his body tensing in anticipation. He glanced at Mr. Gold, who watched him with a dreamy lusty gleam in his eyes. "Yes," he whispered, feeling a mix of shame and excitement. "I want to feed him my cum." Mr. Gold's grin widened, his satisfaction palpable. "That's what I like to hear," he said, his voice low and seductive. "Give me your nectar, Brandon." Mr. Chen's approval echoed through the phone. "Excellent," he purred. "Now, show us how much you enjoy this experience." With that, Mr. Gold resumed his position on his knees in front of Brandon, his lips wrapping around the young man's throbbing erection once more. He worked with skilled precision, his tongue flicking and swirling around the sensitive head of Brandon's cock while his hands fondled and flicked Brandon's nipples. Brandon moaned softly, as waves of pleasure coursed through him. The sensation was overwhelming, and he could feel himself getting closer and closer to climax with each passing moment. Through the phone, Mr. Chen's voice urged him on. "That's it, Brandon," he coaxed. "Let yourself go and give Mr. Gold what he wants." As Mr. Gold continued sucking Brandon's veiny cock with passionate expertise, his other hand reached out deftly for the fruit bowl on the breakfast tray. The room smelled of sweat and sex, heightened by Mr. Chen's voice filtering through the phone, urging them on with a lusty passion in his tone. "Feed the old pervert your juice, Brandon," Mr. Chen commanded, his voice a mix of desire, envy and authority. Brandon's breath came in ragged gasps as he felt the climax building rapidly within him. "Ahhhh Mr Gold! I'm cumming!!!" he yelled, his voice echoing slightly in the grand suite. At that moment, Mr. Gold expertly raised the fruit bowl just as Brandon erupted, capturing some of the young man's cum in his mouth while allowing the rest to splatter generously over the colorful fruit platter below. The sight was both decadent and surreal, a tableau of pleasure and submission laid bare before Mr. Chen's watchful eye. Mr. Gold swallowed audibly, savoring the taste before looking up at Brandon with a satisfied grin. "Delicious," he murmured, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "You truly know how to start a morning." Through the phone, Mr. Chen chuckled approvingly. "Well done, both of you," he said, his tone warm with approval. "Brandon, you handled that beautifully." Blushing deeply yet feeling a strange sense of pride, Brandon nodded weakly, still catching his breath from the intense experience. Mr. Gold, with a satisfied smirk, placed the fruit platter back on the table, careful to position it so that Brandon's cum-splattered fruits were prominently displayed. He then leaned in closer to Brandon, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and lust as he savored any remnants of cum from the young man's still erect cock. Turning towards the phone, Mr. Gold engaged in a conversation with Mr. Chen, his voice carrying a tone of shared understanding and desire. "Mr. Chen, I must say, your protégé here is quite the performer," he chuckled, glancing at Brandon with an appreciative nod. Mr. Chen's voice resonated through the phone, equally amused and approving. "Indeed, Mr. Gold. He seems to be adapting well to our little Cove traditions." "Absolutely," Mr. Gold agreed, his gaze never leaving Brandon. "And remember, what happens in the Cove stays in the Cove," he said firmly, reinforcing the unspoken rule with a meaningful glance at Brandon. Mr. Chen echoed the phrase with a chuckle. "Indeed, what happens in the Cove stays in the Cove," he repeated before adding warmly, "Brandon, I am so proud of you. I look forward to seeing you back home." With that, Mr. Chen bid them goodbye, ending the video call. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mr. Gold turned back to Brandon, who was still panting slightly from the intense experience. "Now my dear, why don't you take a seat by the oak table?" he suggested gently, guiding Brandon towards a plush chair positioned strategically in front of the lavish breakfast spread. Brandon, still catching his breath, glanced at the fruit platter and then back at Mr. Gold. "Wait Mr Gold, isn't this breakfast for you?" he asked, confusion lacing his voice. Mr. Gold chuckled softly, his hands already beginning to massage Brandon's shoulders from behind. "Oh, my dear boy, I had my first course already," he said with a sly grin, referring to Brandon's cum. As Mr. Gold continued to knead Brandon's shoulders, he reached out with one hand towards the cum-splattered fruit platter. He selected a piece of fruit that was generously coated with Brandon's essence and held it up for Brandon to see. "Open up," he instructed gently, positioning the fruit near Brandon's lips. Brandon hesitated for a moment, his eyes widening slightly as he took in the sight of the fruit glistening with his own cum. "I... I have to eat that?" he stammered, a mix of apprehension and curiosity coloring his tone. "Yes, my dear," Mr. Gold replied soothingly, his voice dripping with encouragement. "It's all part of the experience. Trust me, you'll enjoy it." With a deep breath, Brandon opened his mouth, allowing Mr. Gold to feed him the fruit. The taste was strange yet familiar, a potent reminder of his own submission and pleasure. He chewed slowly, savoring the unique flavor as Mr. Gold watched with an approving smile. "How does it feel?" Mr. Gold inquired, his voice soft and curious. "It's... ok," Brandon admitted, a blush creeping up his cheeks. "errr not too bad?" Mr. Gold laughed softly, picking up another piece of fruit for himself. "See? You're learning to appreciate new sensations," he said before taking a bite himself, relishing the taste of Brandon's cum on the fruit. Mr. Gold's hands, which had been gently massaging Brandon's shoulders, began to drift lower, tracing the contours of his muscular chest. He circled around each nipple with a tender yet firm touch, causing Brandon to shiver and moan softly. "Your body is meant to be played Brandon," Mr. Gold murmured, his voice laced with admiration. "It's a pleasure to see you react like this." Brandon's breath hitched as Mr. Gold continued to play with his nipples, alternating between gentle caresses and firmer twists that made him arch his back involuntarily. "Ahh... Mr. Gold... that feels good," he admitted, his voice tinged with both embarrassment and desire. "I'm glad to hear it," Mr. Gold replied, his fingers dancing more boldly over Brandon's pecs. "You have such sensitive nipples... they seem to love being touched." As Mr. Gold's ministrations grew more intense, Brandon's cock hardened once again, standing erect and throbbing in response to the older man's skillful touch. "Your cock seems to agree," Mr. Gold chuckled, glancing down at the impressive erection before returning his attention to Brandon's nipples. Brandon bit his lip, trying to contain the moans that threatened to escape. "Please... don't stop," he pleaded softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Oh, I won't," Mr. Gold assured him, his tone promising even more pleasure. "I intend to make this experience unforgettable for you." With that, Mr. Gold intensified his actions, using both hands to tease and torment Brandon's nipples while occasionally reaching down to stroke his cock, ensuring that every sensation was maximized. Brandon's moans grew louder, filling the room with sounds of pure arousal again as he surrendered completely to Mr. Gold's expert touch. Suddenly, Mr. Gold, with a playful glint in his eye, maneuvered himself to sit directly on Brandon's lap. The older man's substantial weight pressed down on the young athlete's quads, causing Brandon to gasp at the unexpected intimacy and heft. Their flesh touched intimately, Mr. Gold's pale large body contrasting sharply with Brandon's tanned and muscular form. Mr. Gold's pudgy, thick body rubbed constantly against Brandon's muscles as he sat face to face with Brandon on his lap, their torsos pressed intimately together. For the first time, Brandon caught a glimpse of Mr. Gold's cock--soft and limp, uncut, and shorter than his own. "Put your arms around me," Mr. Gold murmured, his voice smooth, commanding but almost desperate. "Hug me tight." Brandon hesitated but complied, wrapping his arms around the older man. Mr. Gold embraced him back warmly, his lips finding Brandon's neck and planting soft kisses there. The sensation was unfamiliar, yet strangely comforting. Brandon felt a mix of embarrassment and curiosity as he realized this was his first true intimacy with an older man's naked body. "How does it feel?" Mr. Gold whispered against his skin, his tone soothing yet probing. "It's... my first time...with an older man," Brandon admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. Mr. Gold chuckled softly, his hands moving with purpose. He placed one wrinkled hand on Brandon's nipple, gently teasing it, while the other found its way to Brandon's hard, erect cock. "Now," Mr. Gold said, his voice low and encouraging, "feed me." Brandon's breath hitched as he reached for another piece of fruit from the platter, this one also glistening with his cum. He held it up to Mr. Gold's mouth, watching as the older man opened wide and took a bite. "Mmm, tasty." Mr. Gold purred, his eyes locked onto Brandon's as he chewed slowly, savoring every bite. Mr. Gold, still chewing the fruit laced with Brandon's cum, suddenly leaned in and pressed his lips firmly against Brandon's. The older man's mouth was warm, and as he opened it, Brandon felt the sweet taste of the fruit mixed with his own essence being shared. Taken aback, Brandon's eyes widened in shock, but Mr. Gold held his head steady with one hand, deepening the kiss while his other hand continued to stroke Brandon's cock with a firm, rhythmic motion. Brandon's initial reaction was one of repulsion; the intimate sharing of his own cum via a kiss from a strange old man was a step beyond anything he had experienced. However, as Mr. Gold's tongue explored his mouth, coaxing him to taste more deeply, a wave of arousal began to override his disgust. The sensation of Mr. Gold's soft, wrinkled hand on his erection combined with the aggressive yet skillful kissing started to stir deep within him an unexpected enjoyment. Mr. Gold broke the kiss briefly to look into Brandon's eyes, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. "Enjoying this, aren't you?" he murmured before pulling Brandon back into another passionate kiss. This time, Brandon responded a little more willingly, his body relaxing into the embrace as he surrendered further to the erotic sensations. As they kissed, Mr. Gold's hand worked faster on Brandon's cock, each stroke sending jolts of pleasure through his body. Brandon moaned softly into the older man's mouth, feeling a mix of shame and delight at how much he was enjoying this intimate exchange. The line between revulsion and pleasure blurred, leaving only the raw thrill of submission and desire. As they continued to kiss, Mr. Gold's movements became more deliberate, his heavy body shifting with a surprising agility that belied his age. With practiced precision, he maneuvered himself closer to Brandon, their bodies melding together in a strange physical juxtaposition. Mr Gold's eyes never left Brandon's, locking onto them with a greedy gleam as he guided the young athlete's throbbing cock towards his own eager entrance. The anticipation was electric, the air thick with the scent of arousal and tension. Mr. Gold's hand wrapped firmly around Brandon's shaft, aligning it perfectly with his own trembling hole. He raised himself slightly, positioning his ass directly over the veiny, pulsating erection that begged for entry. Taking a deep breath, his expression one of intense focus and unbridled anticipation, he murmured against Brandon's lips, "Ready, my dear?" His voice was a low, seductive rumble. Not waiting for a response, Mr. Gold began to impale himself onto Brandon's leaking cock in a slow, deliberate motion. Brandon's initial reaction was one of pure shock. The reality of Mr. Gold sitting himself on his cock was overwhelming, and a part of him wanted to shove the older man away, to escape this bizarre and intimate situation. But as Mr. Gold moved with sexual precision and prowess, each descent sending waves of pleasure coursing through Brandon's body, he found himself paralyzed by the sensation. Mr. Gold's eyes still locked onto Brandon's, filled with a deep sense of worship and desire that both unnerved and thrilled Brandon. The older man's movements were slow and reverent, as if he were performing some sacred ritual. Despite his initial shock and desire to flee, Brandon couldn't deny the intense pleasure that Mr. Gold's worshipful actions were eliciting from him. The older man's expressions of adoration and the sheer intensity of their physical connection left Brandon feeling strangely empowered yet utterly submissive. He was caught in a whirlwind of emotions and sensations, each thrust bringing him closer to surrender. As Mr. Gold began to lower himself down, the sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced; the head of his cock pressing against the older man's tight opening, stretching it wide as he was slowly engulfed. "Ahhh... Mr. Gold..." Brandon gasped, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and arousal. With deliberate precision, Mr. Gold continued his descent, inch by inch, swallowing Brandon's length until he was fully consumed by the young man's throbbing erection. The feeling of being enveloped by the older man's warm, tight body sent waves of pleasure coursing through Brandon's veins. Mr. Gold let out a satisfied groan, his eyes half-closed with ecstasy as he adjusted to the sensation of being filled so completely. "Feels so good," he whispered, his voice hoarse with lust. "Your cock is perfect inside me." The room fell silent as if to allow for the sounds of labored breathing and the soft squelching noises as Mr. Gold adjusted to the fullness inside him. Mr Gold leaned back slightly, allowing Brandon to fully appreciate the sight of his cock disappearing into the older man's body. The contrast between Mr. Gold's pale, chunky frame and Brandon's tanned, muscular form was stark and erotic, each movement drawing out gasps and moans from both participants. The room seemed to spin around them, the only reality being the intimate connection between their bodies. Mr. Gold began to move, lifting himself up before sinking back down onto Brandon's shaft, each movement eliciting a fresh wave of pleasure that left them both gasping for breath. Mr. Gold's hands moved to brace himself on either side of Brandon's muscular shoulders, his fingers digging into Brandon's toned arms. He began to rock his hips slowly, savoring the sensation of being filled by the young athlete beneath him. Each thrust was measured and deliberate, designed to maximize the pleasure for both parties. The sensation was overwhelming; each inch of penetration felt like an electric shock, sending waves of pleasure coursing through both men. Mr. Gold's muscles clenched rhythmically around the invading member, squeezing and releasing in a tantalizing dance of desire. Brandon's hands inadvertently found their way to Mr. Gold's hips, gripping tightly as he encouraged the older man to move faster, deeper. Mr. Gold's eyes locked onto Brandon's once more, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he quickened his pace. "Feel that, my dear?" he whispered hoarsely, his voice laced with lust and triumph. "Your cock inside me... it feels so good. Tell me how you feel my hot jock." "It's... incredible," Brandon admitted, his voice barely above a whisper as he felt every ridge and vein of his cock being squeezed tightly by Mr. Gold's inner muscles. "Oh god... you're so tight Mr Gold..." he moaned, his hands gripping Mr. Gold's hips tightly. Mr Gold encouraged Brandon. "Fuck me Brandon. Fuck me hard." His body responded involuntarily to each thrust, arching off the chair in a desperate bid for more contact. The friction grew unbearable as Mr. Gold rode him harder, their bodies slapping together with increasing urgency. Every nerve ending seemed to be on fire, every thrust driving them closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. As Mr. Gold continued to bounce on Brandon's dick, he unleashed a torrent of expletives, his voice filled with raw lust and admiration. "Fuck, you're so hot, Brandon! Your cock is amazing, so hard and throbbing inside me!" he shouted, each word punctuated by the vigorous movement of his hips. The praise fueled Brandon's arousal, driving him closer to the brink. "Mr. Gold, I'm gonna cum!" he yelled, his voice cracking with intensity. Without missing a beat, Mr. Gold quickly dismounted, positioning himself deftly in front of Brandon's pulsing erection. "I want every drop," he growled, his eyes locked onto the young man's as he prepared to swallow the impending release. Brandon's body tensed, his muscles quivering with the force of his climax. "Here it comes!" he screamed, his voice echoing through the grand suite. With a series of deep, shuddering thrusts from Mr. Gold's previous movements still ringing in his ears, Brandon erupted, shooting thick streams of cum directly into Mr. Gold's open mouth. Mr. Gold caught every spurt, his lips sealed tightly around the head of Brandon's cock as he swallowed greedily. "Yes, yes! Fill my mouth, you magnificent stud!" he exclaimed between gulps, savoring the taste and texture of Brandon's essence. The room was filled with the sounds of Brandon's heavy breathing and Mr. Gold's satisfied moans as he continued to suckle gently, ensuring not a single drop was wasted. The sight was both explicit and intimate, a testament to the raw power of their connection in that moment. Mr. Gold, his mouth still wrapped around Brandon's softening cock, nuzzled gently against it, the warmth of his breath sending a final shiver through Brandon. With a content sigh, he looked up at Brandon, his eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and longing. "You know, my dear," Mr. Gold murmured, "I find myself quite enamored with your company. We must meet regularly. You bring such... vitality to my days." Mr. Gold, with a satisfied smile, went into the room and produced two crisp business cards. He handed them to Brandon with a meaningful look. "This is for you, my dear," he said, his voice smooth and reassuring. "One is mine, of course, and the other belongs to a very close associate, Mr. Porkski. He handles my... more discreet affairs." Brandon accepted the cards, his fingers brushing lightly against Mr. Gold's as he took them. The texture of the thick cardstock seemed to whisper secrets in his hand. "Discreet affairs?" he queried, his curiosity piqued by the mysterious term. Mr. Gold leaned closer, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous light. "Indeed," he affirmed, his voice low and conspiratorial. "There are venues--exclusive sanctuaries where men like us can explore... shall we say, more intimate desires. Places like saunas, bathhouses, and private clubs where your allure would be unmatched." A thrill mixed with apprehension coursed through Brandon at the explicit implications of Mr. Gold's words. "And Mr. Porkski manages these places for you?" he inquired, his voice steady despite the tumult within. "Precisely," Mr. Gold replied, his tone laden with suggestion. "We would be delighted to guide you through these exclusive realms. Imagine, Brandon, being feted in such hallowed spaces, your every wish anticipated, your every desire fulfilled, your every move celebrated." "And what about Mr. Chen?" Brandon inquired, curiosity mingling with a touch of trepidation as he considered the broader implications of his encounters. "Does he know about these... arrangements?" Mr. Gold's smile grew, a cat-like satisfaction curving his lips. "Oh, indeed he does," he confirmed, his voice a silken murmur. "Mr. Chen is quite aware of our little establishments and finds them most... invigorating. " Brandon felt a surge of both pride and unease at the revelation. To be so valued by such powerful men was heady, yet the stakes seemed ever higher. "He approves, then?" he asked, seeking clarity amidst the swirl of emotions. "Approve? He revels in it," Mr. Gold corrected, his eyes gleaming with a predatory light. "Mr. Chen and of course, I see in you something special, Brandon. A rare talent that enriches our community. These cards are more than just contacts--they're keys to a world where your abilities are not just appreciated but worshipped." The weight of Mr. Gold's words settled on Brandon, a mix of excitement and apprehension coursing through him. The path ahead was shrouded in mystery, yet the allure of being embraced by such influential figures was undeniable. "I... see," he managed, his mind racing with possibilities and questions. To be continued! I love all comments, feedback and conversations at [email protected] Kindly consider supporting and subscribing to my patreon: https://www.patreon.com/JockCummings
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Mon, 14 Oct 2024 03:14:01 +0000 From: Jock Cummings <[email protected]> Subject: Brandon the Teen Swimmer Chapter 10 Summary: (m/t) Brandon is a muscular teen swimmer. His teacher and coach, Mr Thompson is an ugly chubby old man who always encourages Brandon to welcome the lusts and desires of old men. Part 2 of the Cove: our swim jock Brandon has a weekend job at the Cove - an exclusive all older male resort. In Part 1, old male patrons ate sushi off Brandon's muscular hot jock body. This continues Brandon's second day! :P The author copyrights this story, with permission for posting on the Nifty Archive. It may not be copied to another website without prior approval from the author. This story is fiction. Any actual locations, events, or other entities have been completely fictionalized. Any similarities to real people are purely coincidental. The story involves gay sex between older and younger individuals. It was written solely for the reading pleasure of adults who aren't offended by the subject matter. If this type of material is illegal where you live, please leave now! I love all comments, feedback and conversations at [email protected] Kindly consider supporting and subscribing to me on my Patreon: (patreon.com/JockCummings) Please consider donating to Nifty to keep this archive free for everyone! Brandon the Teen Swimmer Chapter 10 Brandon awoke the next morning with an intense hardon that throbbed relentlessly beneath the sheets. He couldn't help but smile to himself, thinking about the incredible experience he'd had during the Living Sushi event and the compliments he'd received from the guests. Working on the breakfast shift that morning, Brandon quickly realized that he was becoming an even greater spectacle than the day before. Not only was he just in the thin white shorts and topless, the older male guests seemed to be more aware of his presence and eager to touch and admire his body having experienced the previous night's living sushi event. He felt like a prized exhibit rather than a human being, and it both unnerved and aroused him at the same time. In the middle of the shift, Teddy, the owner of the resort, approached him with a broad grin on his face. "Brandon, my boy, you were quite the hit last night!" Teddy exclaimed, slapping Brandon on the back with a hearty laugh. "As you may have noticed by now, the guests simply couldn't get enough of you. And judging by the size of your... tip this morning, they were more than generous in showing their appreciation." "I think it's safe to say you've made quite an impression on our guests," he said, patting Brandon on the shoulder. "They're already asking about when they'll get to see you again." Brandon looked at Teddy in surprise. "Really? You mean they want me to do... all of that again?" Teddy nodded, his grin widening. "Absolutely. In fact, some of them are even offering to tip a lot more for private sessions with you." As Brandon continued his duties, the weight of Teddy's words lingered in his mind. The men's gazes were unmistakable, their eyes tracing every contour of his body as he moved. Whispers filled the air, crude remarks and suggestive comments reached his ears despite their hushed tones. The attention was unsettling yet oddly arousing. Despite his unease, Brandon maintained a professional demeanor. He couldn't deny the thrill of their curiosity. As he served them breakfast, the older men bombarded him with questions. They wanted to know about his life, his physique, and his transformation into a living sushi platter. "Brandon my dear, how did you get into this?" Brandon explained about his background in swimming and how he ended up at the resort. "So, Brandon, we love you in last night's Living Sushi event," said one of the men, his eyes gleaming with interest. "What was it like to be the center of attention like that?" Brandon blushed, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks. "Hmmm...to be honest, it was both exhilarating and overwhelming. I've never felt such a rush of adrenaline before." "And what about the physical sensations?" another man asked, leaning forward eagerly. "Did you enjoy having all those people touching and admiring your body?" "Yes," Brandon admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "It was intense. Their touch...it felt electric, and I couldn't help but respond. But it was also scary, not being in control like that." The men exchanged knowing glances, their interest piqued by his candid response. "Sounds like quite the experience," one of them remarked, his tone laced with admiration. Brandon nodded, feeling a mix of vulnerability and relief at sharing his feelings. "It was definitely something I won't forget anytime soon."" One of the men, a distinguished-looking gentleman with a salt-and-pepper beard, placed his hand on Brandon's arms , "Brandon, tell us more about how your muscles reacted to the tongue licking and eating of sushi on your body during the event," he said, his eyes sparkling with lust. Brandon shifted uncomfortably, unsure how to respond. But he couldn't deny the thrill that ran through him at the memory of those tongues touching his skin. "Well, it was... nice," he admitted, his voice almost a whisper. "Every lick and touch sent shivers through my body. I errr... could feel myself getting more and more aroused as the night went on." The men exchanged excited glances, their interest in Brandon's experiences growing more intense by the minute. They peppered him with questions about every aspect of the event, from the way the sushi felt on his skin to the sensations he experienced when the guests fed on him. The men listened intently, their interest palpable. It was both overwhelming and strangely satisfying to have their full attention. Brandon found himself opening up to them, sharing details he hadn't even admitted to himself. The more he talked, the more he realized that he craved their attention, their touch, and their admiration. It was as if he had been starved for this kind of connection his entire life, and these men were finally able to satisfy his deepest desires. He was being objectified, yet he was also being admired and appreciated. It was a confusing blend of vulnerability and empowerment. Brandon can't help but think of Coach Thompson's sessions at this thought of being desired by old men. Strangely, he also remembered Mr. Chen who had always emphasized that men like him, experienced and wise, were crucial in shaping young talents like Brandon and Brandon should always embrace their admiration and eagerness to mentor and guide him. Throughout the shift, Brandon was pinched, groped, praised, admired, and molested more often than the day before. His body was no longer his own, and he found himself growing more and more anxious about his lack of control. Despite his unease, Brandon couldn't deny that there was something exciting about being the center of attention. The sensation of hands on his skin, the whispers in his ear, and the feeling of powerlessness combined to create a heady cocktail of desire and fear. As they made his way through his breakfast shift, Brandon found himself being pulled aside by these men, each one eager for a private word or a stolen touch. They showered him with compliments and gifts, some even offering him large sums of money in exchange for his time and attention. Brandon did his best to navigate the choppy waters of their affections, trying to give each man the attention he desired without letting things go too far. But despite his best efforts, he could feel himself slipping further and further into a world of pleasure and desire that he had never known existed. Brandon was overwhelmed by his overnight stardom and decided to take a moment for himself and stepped outside for some fresh air. Leaning against the cool brick wall, he tried to process the whirlwind of emotions he was feeling. He was proud of his performance, but he couldn't help but feel uneasy about the way the old men had treated him. As he stood there, lost in thought, he noticed a group of the old men huddled together, whispering and casting furtive glances in his direction. He couldn't make out what they were saying, but it was clear that he was the topic of their conversation. Curiosity got the better of him, and Brandon sidled closer, trying to catch snippets of their conversation. "He's so young and beautiful," one of them said, his voice tinged with desire. "I've never seen anything like it." Another man chimed in, "Just imagine having him all to ourselves, without an audience. We could do whatever we wanted with him." Brandon felt a shiver run down his spine as he realized what they were discussing. It was clear that these men were attracted to him, and the thought of being alone with them filled him with a mixture of fear and excitement. "We should ask him for a private session," said a third man, his eyes gleaming with lust. "I'm sure he wouldn't say no. We could make it worth his while." The others nodded in agreement, their faces flushed with excitement at the prospect of having Brandon to themselves. They approached him, their eyes full of hunger and expectation. Brandon's heart raced as they surrounded him, their presence both thrilling and intimidating. One of the men, a rotund silver-haired gentleman who had a lusty smirk and looking grimey, grabbed Brandon's biceps and squeezed while nervously speaking up. "Brandon, we were wondering if you'd be interested in having a private session with us. We'd love the opportunity to spend some quality time with you, away from the public eye." The rest of the group surrounded him, each one vying for his time and affection. They touched him, caressed him, and whispered their desires into his ear, creating a cacophony of lust that threatened to overwhelm him. "Please, Brandon," they implored, their voices thick with desire. "We've been dreaming of this moment since the first time we saw you at the resort. Let us show you how much we appreciate your beauty." Brandon stood frozen, his mind a whirlwind of intrigue and unease. As the men continued to plead, he felt hands stealthily exploring his body. One man, with a sly grin, gently squeezed his ass while another, more bold, tweaked his nipples, sending shivers down his spine. The sensation was both invasive and thrilling, his body responding against his better judgment. The group tightened their circle around him, each man eager to claim a piece of him. Their touches grew bolder, more insistent, as they whispered their fantasies into his ear. "Just imagine, Brandon, being ours completely," one murmured, his hand sliding lower on Brandon's thigh. Brandon's breath quickened, his resolve wavering under their relentless advances. He was torn between fleeing from the overwhelming attention and succumbing to the intoxicating allure of their desires. The line between discomfort and arousal blurred, leaving him suspended in a haze of conflicting emotions. Brandon started to respond, "Err..sorry sirs...I'm still at work..." Before Brandon could finish, Teddy burst into the swarm, his presence commanding immediate attention. "Gentlemen, I apologize for the interruption," he said with a polite yet firm tone, "but I need to take Brandon away for a moment." The group of old men looked annoyed and disappointed but reluctantly stepped back, allowing Teddy to approach Brandon. "Brandon, I need you to handle a special room service request," Teddy explained, handing him a tray laden with gourmet breakfast items. "It's for one of our VIP guests, and they requested you specifically." Brandon nodded, feeling a mix of relief and curiosity. "Of course, Teddy. I'll take care of it right away." As they walked away, Teddy chuckled, glancing back at Brandon with a knowing smile. "Seems like you've become quite the sensation, Brandon. Those old men were practically drooling over you," he remarked, his tone light but teasing. Brandon flushed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and pride. "Yes sir," he admitted, adjusting the thin white shorts that seemed to barely contain his excitement. Leading the way through the large rustic corridors of the resort, Teddy continued to tease him. "You've got them wrapped around your finger, or should I say, your shorts?" he laughed, nudging Brandon playfully. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As they stopped in front of the grand suite doors, Teddy pulled out a mobile phone and made a phone call on speaker mode. He waited for a moment until the call connected. "Mr. Chen, good morning! It's Teddy. I'm here with Brandon!," Teddy continued, keeping his voice low and conspiratorial. "I just wanted to update you on Brandon. He's been absolutely phenomenal here at the resort. The guests are raving about him, especially after last night's event. "In fact Mr. Chen, you'll be pleased to know that Brandon is just about to deliver some very special room service. I believe our VIP guest has quite an appetite this morning." Mr. Chen's response was immediate, his voice laced with unmistakable lust. "Ah, Teddy, always looking out for our finest assets. Tell me, is Brandon... prepared for this particular meal?" Teddy chuckled, glancing at Brandon with a mischievous grin. "Oh, absolutely, Mr. Chen. He's dressed for the occasion--or should I say, undressed? Those thin shorts leave little to the imagination, don't they?" Mr. Chen's laughter was rich and resonant. "Perfect, Teddy. Of course! It's not just food that needs to be savored here." Teddy replied, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I'm sure Brandon will provide service with the utmost care and attention. After all, we wouldn't want any... dissatisfaction from our esteemed guests." "Indeed," Mr. Chen murmured, his tone growing even more suggestive. "A young man like Brandon must learn to appreciate the finer points of hospitality." Teddy nodded, though Mr. Chen couldn't see it. Teddy grinned and tapped the screen of his phone, switching the call to video mode. "Mr. Chen, I think you'll want to see for yourself" he said, turning the phone so that Mr. Chen could get a clear view of Brandon. On the screen, Mr. Chen's eyes widened appreciatively as he took in Brandon's muscular form and the thin white shorts that clung tantalizingly to his body. "Ah, Teddy, well done," Mr. Chen purred, his gaze lingering on Brandon. "It's always better to see our jock in action." Brandon was waiting nearby, his face flushed with a mix of nervousness and arousal. His nipples had hardened and under the thin fabric of his white shorts, and his cock twitched into a semi-erection, tenting the material noticeably. Teddy held the phone with a sly grin as Mr. Chen's video boomed through the phone, warm and encouraging as he gazed lustfully at the young man's exposed state. ""Brandon, my boy, you're making us all proud." Brandon blushed deeper, feeling both pride and embarrassment as he adjusted to keep himself in view. "Thank you, Mr. Chen. I'm just trying my best." "Keep up the good work, Brandon," Mr. Chen continued, his eyes lingering on Brandon's aroused form. "And remember, what happens in the Cove stays in the Cove." Teddy continued the video call with Mr. Chen as he handed Brandon the key card, maintaining a steady stream of dialogue between them both. "Here we go, Brandon," Teddy said, his voice a mix of encouragement and anticipation. "The guest is expecting you. Just be your charming self, and everything will be fine." Brandon took the key card, his fingers trembling slightly as he felt the weight of expectation not just from Teddy's words but also from Mr. Chen's watchful gaze on the video feed. Swiping the card, he heard the soft click as the door unlocked. As he pushed it open, a strange feeling crept over him--being followed not just by Teddy but also by Mr. Chen's virtual presence through the phone screen. Teddy kept the phone steady, ensuring that Mr. Chen could see every step they took into the grand suite, enhancing the surreal sensation of being monitored and exhibited. The grand suite unfolded before Brandon, a sprawling oasis of luxury that seemed to blend the rugged charm of a modern wooden lodge with the opulence of a five-star resort. The living room alone was vast, with rustic beams crisscrossing the high ceiling, casting intricate shadows that danced across the plush, dark wood furniture scattered throughout. Large windows framed the lush greenery outside, offering an almost secluded view that belied the bustling activity just beyond the walls. To the right, a doorway hinted at another realm within this expansive space. It led to the bedroom, hidden from immediate view but promising further indulgence. The air in the suite was thick with anticipation, as if every piece of furniture and every beam had been meticulously arranged to heighten the senses. Brandon stepped further into the room, his presence amplified by the grandeur surrounding him. Teddy remained close behind, still holding the phone so that Mr. Chen could see every detail through the video feed. As they moved deeper into the suite, the bedroom door loomed larger, its darkness inviting yet mysterious. "Good morning Sir? Brandon called out, his voice echoing slightly in the vast space. "I have your room service." He placed the platter on a grand oak table in the center of the room, then stood there absentmindedly rubbing his pecs, feeling slightly uneasy in the emptiness of the suite. Brandon hesitated, his steps faltering as he approached the unseen room. He cleared his throat and called out once more, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "Sir? Your room service has arrived." A soothing voice soon responded, "Ahhh, Brandon. We are so happy to have you here!" It was a voice that Brandon found familiar, and not unexpected in this context. Out of the blue, Mr. Gold sashayed out, completely naked. The tall, distinguished man had a fairly chunky body and was especially thick at his hips, giving him an almost regal presence despite his nudity. His skin was pale, dotted with age spots, and his member hung soft and small between his legs. Brandon's eyes widened in shock as he took in the sight of not only Mr. Gold but of him naked. The contrast between the older man's confident stride and his own intense discomfort made Brandon feel even more exposed than he already was. He couldn't help but stare, a mix of repulsion and fascination warring within him. Mr. Gold noticed Brandon's reaction and chuckled softly, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Surprised, dear boy?" he asked, his voice smooth and unapologetic. "There's no need to be shy." Teddy kept the phone trained on Brandon, ensuring Mr. Chen had a clear view. "Brandon, why don't you introduce yourself to our esteemed guest?" Teddy suggested, his tone smooth and guiding. Brandon swallowed hard, trying to compose himself. The situation was becoming increasingly surreal, and he wasn't sure how to navigate this new layer of intimacy and exposure. He stepped forward, his heart pounding in his chest. "Good morning, sir. I'm Brandon, and I'll be taking care of your breakfast today." Mr Gold smiled, a slow, knowing grin that made Brandon's skin prickle with a mix of excitement and nerves. "Excellent," he replied, his eyes roving over Brandon's form appreciatively. "I trust you'll make this meal memorable." Teddy chuckled softly, maintaining a steady stream of conversation for Mr. Chen's benefit. "Oh, I have no doubt about that Mr Gold," he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. He then turned to engage Mr. Gold in small talk, ensuring the atmosphere remained light and conversational. "Mr. Gold, how has your stay been so far?" Teddy inquired, keeping his tone casual yet attentive. Mr. Gold, unabashed and still completely naked moved closer to Brandon, a lusty gleam lit his eyes. His hands reached out, brazenly gliding over Brandon's muscular chest and down his taut abs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "Teddy, my stay has been utterly splendid," Mr. Gold murmured, his fingers tracing patterns that caused Brandon to shiver involuntarily. "And having Brandon here... well, it's an added delight." With a casual wave towards the phone held by Teddy, Mr. Gold acknowledged Mr. Chen with a smirk. "Hello there, Mr. Chen. Seeing is believing, isn't it?" he chuckled, his hand now resting possessively on Brandon's pecs. The older man's touch was firm yet exploratory, making it clear that he intended to enjoy every moment of this encounter. Teddy nodded, understanding the underlying message. "I'm glad to hear it Mr Gold. Mr. Chen, you're missing quite the spectacle," he teased, shifting the phone slightly so that Mr. Chen could see the entire room, including Brandon standing there somewhat awkwardly yet undeniably captivating. Mr. Chen's voice resonated through the phone, tinged with both envy and admiration. "Indeed, Teddy, you've truly outdone yourself this time," he remarked, his tone shifting to address Mr. Gold directly. "And Mr. Gold, it seems you're enjoying our young protégé quite thoroughly. I must say, your enthusiasm is quite contagious." Teddy grinned, enjoying the moment. "Just doing my job, Mr. Chen." With that, Teddy decided it was time to leave the young man to his duties. "Well, I'll leave you gentlemen to enjoy your breakfast and... other activities," he said with a knowing wink before placing the phone strategically on a nearby table where Mr. Chen could continue to observe unobstructed. "Have a wonderful morning, gentlemen," Teddy added before turning to exit the suite, leaving behind a palpable tension mixed with anticipation as Brandon prepared to serve his VIP guest under Mr. Chen's watchful eye. Brandon felt every word like a touch against his skin, aware of how exposed he was under their combined gazes. His movements became more deliberate, each placement of a dish or utensil performed with careful precision. The thin fabric of his shorts clung even tighter to his aroused state, betraying his inner turmoil beneath Mr. Chen's watchful eye and the Mr Gold's appreciative stare. As Teddy left the room, Mr. Gold licked his lips, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He leaned in closer to Brandon, his hand still on Brandon's pecs with his fingers circling Brandon left nipple. "Remember yesterday, Brandon?" he murmured, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "That quickie in the dining hall toilet? And later, during the living sushi event, when I had my tongue buried deep in your asshole?" Brandon's face flushed with embarrassment and arousal as he recalled the intense sensations from those encounters. He tried to maintain a composed demeanor, but the memories were too vivid, too enticing. Mr. Gold chuckled softly, pulling Brandon into a tight hug. The older man's naked body pressed against him, their flesh touching in an intimate embrace. Brandon struggled to keep his composure, not wanting to give away how much the contact affected him. "Why am I the only one naked?" Mr. Gold teased, his hands roving over Brandon's back. "It's so unfair. After all, you've seen every inch of me." Brandon swallowed hard, feeling the weight of Mr. Gold's gaze on him. The older man's confidence was both intimidating and alluring, drawing him further into the web of desire and submission that surrounded them. Mr. Gold leaned closer to the phone on the table, ensuring Mr. Chen could see and hear everything clearly. "Mr. Chen, I hope you are seeing this," he said with a smirk, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Our young Brandon here is quite the star." He tightened his grip around Brandon, pressing their bodies even closer together. "Isn't that right, Brandon?" he kissed his neck as he whispered, his breath hot and inviting. Brandon nodded reluctantly, his face burning with embarrassment and arousal. He could feel Mr. Chen's eyes on him through the phone screen, adding another layer of intensity to the moment. "Oh, absolutely," Mr. Chen's voice came through the phone, filled with amusement and approval. "Keep up the good work, Brandon. You're making us all very proud." Mr. Gold laughed softly, his hand sliding down to cup Brandon's ass cheek firmly. "See, Brandon? Even Mr. Chen is impressed by your abilites." Mr. Gold's hands roamed freely over Brandon's muscular torso, his fingers tracing the defined lines of his abs and the broad expanse of his chest. The older man's naked body pressed firmly against Brandon's, their skin touching in an intimate embrace that sent waves of sensation through Brandon's body. Mr. Gold's lips curled into a wicked smile as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against Brandon's ear. "Feel that, Brandon?" Mr. Gold murmured, his voice low and seductive. He reached up with one hand to gently twist and tug at Brandon's nipples, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from the young athlete. "Your body is so responsive." Brandon bit his lip, trying to maintain some semblance of control as Mr. Gold continued to explore his body with bold touches and suggestive words. The older man's actions become increasingly daring, each touch sending shivers down Brandon's spine. Mr. Gold's tongue flicked out, licking one of Brandon's nipples before circling it slowly, the sensation both thrilling and overwhelming. "Ah!" Brandon gasped, his body tensing involuntarily as Mr. Gold's skilled tongue worked its magic. The older man chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on the younger jock. He switched to the other nipple, repeating the process with equal fervor, causing Brandon to writhe slightly in his grasp. "You like that, don't you?" Mr. Gold whispered, his voice dripping with satisfaction. He continued to lick and twist Brandon's nipples, each movement designed to elicit a response from the sensitive flesh. Brandon's reactions were immediate and intense, his breathing growing heavier as he struggled to remain composed under Mr. Gold's relentless assault. Through it all, Mr. Chen's gaze remained fixed on them through the phone screen, adding another layer of intensity to the moment. "That's it, Brandon," Mr. Chen's voice came through the phone, filled with amusement and approval. "Let yourself feel it." Mr. Gold continued his tantalizing assault, his tongue flicking expertly over Brandon's nipples, each touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through the young athlete's body. "Brandon," Mr. Chen's voice interrupted again, this time more insistent. "Are you enjoying your nipples being played with by Mr. Gold?" Brandon sheepishly nodded his head, his cheeks burning with a deep blush as he admitted to the arousal that was evident even to him. He couldn't deny the thrill of the sensations or the attention from both Mr. Gold and Mr. Chen, whose eyes seemed to penetrate through the phone screen, watching every reaction, every quiver. The older man's hands roamed lower, tracing the contours of Brandon's muscular thighs, his fingers dancing dangerously close to the thin fabric of his shorts. "Now," Mr. Gold said, his tone turning serious yet playful, "let's make this breakfast even more memorable, shall we?" He turned to face the camera directly, giving Mr. Chen a clear view of their entangled bodies. "What do you think, Mr. Chen?" Mr. Chen's response was immediate and enthusiastic. "Absolutely, Mr. Gold. Show him how it's done." Mr. Gold's actions were swift and assertive. With a sudden tug, he pulled Brandon's thin white shorts all the way down, almost ripping it in the process, revealing the young man's hard, throbbing 7-incher. As the thin fabric gave way abruptly, Brandon's erection to bounced and throbbed in the cool air of the grand suite. Mr. Gold's hand wrapped around it with a practiced ease, his fingers gently squeezing as he leaned in to lick around the head of Brandon's cock. Brandon gasped, his eyes rolling back as waves of pleasure surged through him. The sensation was overwhelming, yet undeniably thrilling. Mr. Gold's tongue was warm and wet, teasing every sensitive spot on Brandon's shaft while his other hand continued to fondle him all over, exploring his muscular frame with a possessive touch. "Enjoying yourself, dear boy?" Mr. Gold murmured against Brandon's skin, his voice dripping with lust. Brandon could only nod, too lost in the sensations to form words. His body responded involuntarily, arching slightly towards Mr. Gold's ministrations. Through the phone, Mr. Chen's voice cut sharply into the moment. "Brandon, it's rude not to respond verbally," he chided, his tone mockingly stern yet teasing. "Tell Mr. Gold how much you enjoy his touch." Blushing furiously, Brandon forced himself to speak, his voice thick with arousal. "Yes, Mr. Gold... I love it when you touch me like that," he admitted, each word a struggle against his mounting desire. Mr. Chen's voice softened, becoming more coaxing than chastising. "That's better," he said approvingly. "Now, tell him what you want next." Swallowing hard, Brandon glanced at Mr. Gold, who watched him with eager eyes. "Please, Mr. Gold... suck my cock," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as he surrendered to the older man's control. Mr. Gold, on his knees, looked up at Brandon and grinned triumphantly. "As you wish, my hot stud," he declared before turning his full attention back to Brandon's erection. With renewed vigor, he deepthroated and teased Brandon's shaft, his movements precise and calculated to elicit maximum pleasure. Mr. Chen's voice crackled through the phone, his tone firm yet teasing. "Brandon, I want you to tell Mr. Gold exactly how it feels to have your cock sucked by an old, perverted man." Brandon's face flushed a deep red, his eyes darting between Mr. Gold and the phone. He cleared his throat, struggling to find the words. "It... it feels strange," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But also really good. His mouth is so warm and... his tongue so ...experienced." Mr. Chen chuckled softly, clearly pleased with Brandon's response. "Good boy," he murmured. "Do you want to feed him your cum?" Brandon's breath hitched at the question, his body tensing in anticipation. He glanced at Mr. Gold, who watched him with a dreamy lusty gleam in his eyes. "Yes," he whispered, feeling a mix of shame and excitement. "I want to feed him my cum." Mr. Gold's grin widened, his satisfaction palpable. "That's what I like to hear," he said, his voice low and seductive. "Give me your nectar, Brandon." Mr. Chen's approval echoed through the phone. "Excellent," he purred. "Now, show us how much you enjoy this experience." With that, Mr. Gold resumed his position on his knees in front of Brandon, his lips wrapping around the young man's throbbing erection once more. He worked with skilled precision, his tongue flicking and swirling around the sensitive head of Brandon's cock while his hands fondled and flicked Brandon's nipples. Brandon moaned softly, as waves of pleasure coursed through him. The sensation was overwhelming, and he could feel himself getting closer and closer to climax with each passing moment. Through the phone, Mr. Chen's voice urged him on. "That's it, Brandon," he coaxed. "Let yourself go and give Mr. Gold what he wants." As Mr. Gold continued sucking Brandon's veiny cock with passionate expertise, his other hand reached out deftly for the fruit bowl on the breakfast tray. The room smelled of sweat and sex, heightened by Mr. Chen's voice filtering through the phone, urging them on with a lusty passion in his tone. "Feed the old pervert your juice, Brandon," Mr. Chen commanded, his voice a mix of desire, envy and authority. Brandon's breath came in ragged gasps as he felt the climax building rapidly within him. "Ahhhh Mr Gold! I'm cumming!!!" he yelled, his voice echoing slightly in the grand suite. At that moment, Mr. Gold expertly raised the fruit bowl just as Brandon erupted, capturing some of the young man's cum in his mouth while allowing the rest to splatter generously over the colorful fruit platter below. The sight was both decadent and surreal, a tableau of pleasure and submission laid bare before Mr. Chen's watchful eye. Mr. Gold swallowed audibly, savoring the taste before looking up at Brandon with a satisfied grin. "Delicious," he murmured, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "You truly know how to start a morning." Through the phone, Mr. Chen chuckled approvingly. "Well done, both of you," he said, his tone warm with approval. "Brandon, you handled that beautifully." Blushing deeply yet feeling a strange sense of pride, Brandon nodded weakly, still catching his breath from the intense experience. Mr. Gold, with a satisfied smirk, placed the fruit platter back on the table, careful to position it so that Brandon's cum-splattered fruits were prominently displayed. He then leaned in closer to Brandon, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and lust as he savored any remnants of cum from the young man's still erect cock. Turning towards the phone, Mr. Gold engaged in a conversation with Mr. Chen, his voice carrying a tone of shared understanding and desire. "Mr. Chen, I must say, your protégé here is quite the performer," he chuckled, glancing at Brandon with an appreciative nod. Mr. Chen's voice resonated through the phone, equally amused and approving. "Indeed, Mr. Gold. He seems to be adapting well to our little Cove traditions." "Absolutely," Mr. Gold agreed, his gaze never leaving Brandon. "And remember, what happens in the Cove stays in the Cove," he said firmly, reinforcing the unspoken rule with a meaningful glance at Brandon. Mr. Chen echoed the phrase with a chuckle. "Indeed, what happens in the Cove stays in the Cove," he repeated before adding warmly, "Brandon, I am so proud of you. I look forward to seeing you back home." With that, Mr. Chen bid them goodbye, ending the video call. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mr. Gold turned back to Brandon, who was still panting slightly from the intense experience. "Now my dear, why don't you take a seat by the oak table?" he suggested gently, guiding Brandon towards a plush chair positioned strategically in front of the lavish breakfast spread. Brandon, still catching his breath, glanced at the fruit platter and then back at Mr. Gold. "Wait Mr Gold, isn't this breakfast for you?" he asked, confusion lacing his voice. Mr. Gold chuckled softly, his hands already beginning to massage Brandon's shoulders from behind. "Oh, my dear boy, I had my first course already," he said with a sly grin, referring to Brandon's cum. As Mr. Gold continued to knead Brandon's shoulders, he reached out with one hand towards the cum-splattered fruit platter. He selected a piece of fruit that was generously coated with Brandon's essence and held it up for Brandon to see. "Open up," he instructed gently, positioning the fruit near Brandon's lips. Brandon hesitated for a moment, his eyes widening slightly as he took in the sight of the fruit glistening with his own cum. "I... I have to eat that?" he stammered, a mix of apprehension and curiosity coloring his tone. "Yes, my dear," Mr. Gold replied soothingly, his voice dripping with encouragement. "It's all part of the experience. Trust me, you'll enjoy it." With a deep breath, Brandon opened his mouth, allowing Mr. Gold to feed him the fruit. The taste was strange yet familiar, a potent reminder of his own submission and pleasure. He chewed slowly, savoring the unique flavor as Mr. Gold watched with an approving smile. "How does it feel?" Mr. Gold inquired, his voice soft and curious. "It's... ok," Brandon admitted, a blush creeping up his cheeks. "errr not too bad?" Mr. Gold laughed softly, picking up another piece of fruit for himself. "See? You're learning to appreciate new sensations," he said before taking a bite himself, relishing the taste of Brandon's cum on the fruit. Mr. Gold's hands, which had been gently massaging Brandon's shoulders, began to drift lower, tracing the contours of his muscular chest. He circled around each nipple with a tender yet firm touch, causing Brandon to shiver and moan softly. "Your body is meant to be played Brandon," Mr. Gold murmured, his voice laced with admiration. "It's a pleasure to see you react like this." Brandon's breath hitched as Mr. Gold continued to play with his nipples, alternating between gentle caresses and firmer twists that made him arch his back involuntarily. "Ahh... Mr. Gold... that feels good," he admitted, his voice tinged with both embarrassment and desire. "I'm glad to hear it," Mr. Gold replied, his fingers dancing more boldly over Brandon's pecs. "You have such sensitive nipples... they seem to love being touched." As Mr. Gold's ministrations grew more intense, Brandon's cock hardened once again, standing erect and throbbing in response to the older man's skillful touch. "Your cock seems to agree," Mr. Gold chuckled, glancing down at the impressive erection before returning his attention to Brandon's nipples. Brandon bit his lip, trying to contain the moans that threatened to escape. "Please... don't stop," he pleaded softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Oh, I won't," Mr. Gold assured him, his tone promising even more pleasure. "I intend to make this experience unforgettable for you." With that, Mr. Gold intensified his actions, using both hands to tease and torment Brandon's nipples while occasionally reaching down to stroke his cock, ensuring that every sensation was maximized. Brandon's moans grew louder, filling the room with sounds of pure arousal again as he surrendered completely to Mr. Gold's expert touch. Suddenly, Mr. Gold, with a playful glint in his eye, maneuvered himself to sit directly on Brandon's lap. The older man's substantial weight pressed down on the young athlete's quads, causing Brandon to gasp at the unexpected intimacy and heft. Their flesh touched intimately, Mr. Gold's pale large body contrasting sharply with Brandon's tanned and muscular form. Mr. Gold's pudgy, thick body rubbed constantly against Brandon's muscles as he sat face to face with Brandon on his lap, their torsos pressed intimately together. For the first time, Brandon caught a glimpse of Mr. Gold's cock--soft and limp, uncut, and shorter than his own. "Put your arms around me," Mr. Gold murmured, his voice smooth, commanding but almost desperate. "Hug me tight." Brandon hesitated but complied, wrapping his arms around the older man. Mr. Gold embraced him back warmly, his lips finding Brandon's neck and planting soft kisses there. The sensation was unfamiliar, yet strangely comforting. Brandon felt a mix of embarrassment and curiosity as he realized this was his first true intimacy with an older man's naked body. "How does it feel?" Mr. Gold whispered against his skin, his tone soothing yet probing. "It's... my first time...with an older man," Brandon admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. Mr. Gold chuckled softly, his hands moving with purpose. He placed one wrinkled hand on Brandon's nipple, gently teasing it, while the other found its way to Brandon's hard, erect cock. "Now," Mr. Gold said, his voice low and encouraging, "feed me." Brandon's breath hitched as he reached for another piece of fruit from the platter, this one also glistening with his cum. He held it up to Mr. Gold's mouth, watching as the older man opened wide and took a bite. "Mmm, tasty." Mr. Gold purred, his eyes locked onto Brandon's as he chewed slowly, savoring every bite. Mr. Gold, still chewing the fruit laced with Brandon's cum, suddenly leaned in and pressed his lips firmly against Brandon's. The older man's mouth was warm, and as he opened it, Brandon felt the sweet taste of the fruit mixed with his own essence being shared. Taken aback, Brandon's eyes widened in shock, but Mr. Gold held his head steady with one hand, deepening the kiss while his other hand continued to stroke Brandon's cock with a firm, rhythmic motion. Brandon's initial reaction was one of repulsion; the intimate sharing of his own cum via a kiss from a strange old man was a step beyond anything he had experienced. However, as Mr. Gold's tongue explored his mouth, coaxing him to taste more deeply, a wave of arousal began to override his disgust. The sensation of Mr. Gold's soft, wrinkled hand on his erection combined with the aggressive yet skillful kissing started to stir deep within him an unexpected enjoyment. Mr. Gold broke the kiss briefly to look into Brandon's eyes, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. "Enjoying this, aren't you?" he murmured before pulling Brandon back into another passionate kiss. This time, Brandon responded a little more willingly, his body relaxing into the embrace as he surrendered further to the erotic sensations. As they kissed, Mr. Gold's hand worked faster on Brandon's cock, each stroke sending jolts of pleasure through his body. Brandon moaned softly into the older man's mouth, feeling a mix of shame and delight at how much he was enjoying this intimate exchange. The line between revulsion and pleasure blurred, leaving only the raw thrill of submission and desire. As they continued to kiss, Mr. Gold's movements became more deliberate, his heavy body shifting with a surprising agility that belied his age. With practiced precision, he maneuvered himself closer to Brandon, their bodies melding together in a strange physical juxtaposition. Mr Gold's eyes never left Brandon's, locking onto them with a greedy gleam as he guided the young athlete's throbbing cock towards his own eager entrance. The anticipation was electric, the air thick with the scent of arousal and tension. Mr. Gold's hand wrapped firmly around Brandon's shaft, aligning it perfectly with his own trembling hole. He raised himself slightly, positioning his ass directly over the veiny, pulsating erection that begged for entry. Taking a deep breath, his expression one of intense focus and unbridled anticipation, he murmured against Brandon's lips, "Ready, my dear?" His voice was a low, seductive rumble. Not waiting for a response, Mr. Gold began to impale himself onto Brandon's leaking cock in a slow, deliberate motion. Brandon's initial reaction was one of pure shock. The reality of Mr. Gold sitting himself on his cock was overwhelming, and a part of him wanted to shove the older man away, to escape this bizarre and intimate situation. But as Mr. Gold moved with sexual precision and prowess, each descent sending waves of pleasure coursing through Brandon's body, he found himself paralyzed by the sensation. Mr. Gold's eyes still locked onto Brandon's, filled with a deep sense of worship and desire that both unnerved and thrilled Brandon. The older man's movements were slow and reverent, as if he were performing some sacred ritual. Despite his initial shock and desire to flee, Brandon couldn't deny the intense pleasure that Mr. Gold's worshipful actions were eliciting from him. The older man's expressions of adoration and the sheer intensity of their physical connection left Brandon feeling strangely empowered yet utterly submissive. He was caught in a whirlwind of emotions and sensations, each thrust bringing him closer to surrender. As Mr. Gold began to lower himself down, the sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced; the head of his cock pressing against the older man's tight opening, stretching it wide as he was slowly engulfed. "Ahhh... Mr. Gold..." Brandon gasped, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and arousal. With deliberate precision, Mr. Gold continued his descent, inch by inch, swallowing Brandon's length until he was fully consumed by the young man's throbbing erection. The feeling of being enveloped by the older man's warm, tight body sent waves of pleasure coursing through Brandon's veins. Mr. Gold let out a satisfied groan, his eyes half-closed with ecstasy as he adjusted to the sensation of being filled so completely. "Feels so good," he whispered, his voice hoarse with lust. "Your cock is perfect inside me." The room fell silent as if to allow for the sounds of labored breathing and the soft squelching noises as Mr. Gold adjusted to the fullness inside him. Mr Gold leaned back slightly, allowing Brandon to fully appreciate the sight of his cock disappearing into the older man's body. The contrast between Mr. Gold's pale, chunky frame and Brandon's tanned, muscular form was stark and erotic, each movement drawing out gasps and moans from both participants. The room seemed to spin around them, the only reality being the intimate connection between their bodies. Mr. Gold began to move, lifting himself up before sinking back down onto Brandon's shaft, each movement eliciting a fresh wave of pleasure that left them both gasping for breath. Mr. Gold's hands moved to brace himself on either side of Brandon's muscular shoulders, his fingers digging into Brandon's toned arms. He began to rock his hips slowly, savoring the sensation of being filled by the young athlete beneath him. Each thrust was measured and deliberate, designed to maximize the pleasure for both parties. The sensation was overwhelming; each inch of penetration felt like an electric shock, sending waves of pleasure coursing through both men. Mr. Gold's muscles clenched rhythmically around the invading member, squeezing and releasing in a tantalizing dance of desire. Brandon's hands inadvertently found their way to Mr. Gold's hips, gripping tightly as he encouraged the older man to move faster, deeper. Mr. Gold's eyes locked onto Brandon's once more, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he quickened his pace. "Feel that, my dear?" he whispered hoarsely, his voice laced with lust and triumph. "Your cock inside me... it feels so good. Tell me how you feel my hot jock." "It's... incredible," Brandon admitted, his voice barely above a whisper as he felt every ridge and vein of his cock being squeezed tightly by Mr. Gold's inner muscles. "Oh god... you're so tight Mr Gold..." he moaned, his hands gripping Mr. Gold's hips tightly. Mr Gold encouraged Brandon. "Fuck me Brandon. Fuck me hard." His body responded involuntarily to each thrust, arching off the chair in a desperate bid for more contact. The friction grew unbearable as Mr. Gold rode him harder, their bodies slapping together with increasing urgency. Every nerve ending seemed to be on fire, every thrust driving them closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. As Mr. Gold continued to bounce on Brandon's dick, he unleashed a torrent of expletives, his voice filled with raw lust and admiration. "Fuck, you're so hot, Brandon! Your cock is amazing, so hard and throbbing inside me!" he shouted, each word punctuated by the vigorous movement of his hips. The praise fueled Brandon's arousal, driving him closer to the brink. "Mr. Gold, I'm gonna cum!" he yelled, his voice cracking with intensity. Without missing a beat, Mr. Gold quickly dismounted, positioning himself deftly in front of Brandon's pulsing erection. "I want every drop," he growled, his eyes locked onto the young man's as he prepared to swallow the impending release. Brandon's body tensed, his muscles quivering with the force of his climax. "Here it comes!" he screamed, his voice echoing through the grand suite. With a series of deep, shuddering thrusts from Mr. Gold's previous movements still ringing in his ears, Brandon erupted, shooting thick streams of cum directly into Mr. Gold's open mouth. Mr. Gold caught every spurt, his lips sealed tightly around the head of Brandon's cock as he swallowed greedily. "Yes, yes! Fill my mouth, you magnificent stud!" he exclaimed between gulps, savoring the taste and texture of Brandon's essence. The room was filled with the sounds of Brandon's heavy breathing and Mr. Gold's satisfied moans as he continued to suckle gently, ensuring not a single drop was wasted. The sight was both explicit and intimate, a testament to the raw power of their connection in that moment. Mr. Gold, his mouth still wrapped around Brandon's softening cock, nuzzled gently against it, the warmth of his breath sending a final shiver through Brandon. With a content sigh, he looked up at Brandon, his eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and longing. "You know, my dear," Mr. Gold murmured, "I find myself quite enamored with your company. We must meet regularly. You bring such... vitality to my days." Mr. Gold, with a satisfied smile, went into the room and produced two crisp business cards. He handed them to Brandon with a meaningful look. "This is for you, my dear," he said, his voice smooth and reassuring. "One is mine, of course, and the other belongs to a very close associate, Mr. Porkski. He handles my... more discreet affairs." Brandon accepted the cards, his fingers brushing lightly against Mr. Gold's as he took them. The texture of the thick cardstock seemed to whisper secrets in his hand. "Discreet affairs?" he queried, his curiosity piqued by the mysterious term. Mr. Gold leaned closer, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous light. "Indeed," he affirmed, his voice low and conspiratorial. "There are venues--exclusive sanctuaries where men like us can explore... shall we say, more intimate desires. Places like saunas, bathhouses, and private clubs where your allure would be unmatched." A thrill mixed with apprehension coursed through Brandon at the explicit implications of Mr. Gold's words. "And Mr. Porkski manages these places for you?" he inquired, his voice steady despite the tumult within. "Precisely," Mr. Gold replied, his tone laden with suggestion. "We would be delighted to guide you through these exclusive realms. Imagine, Brandon, being feted in such hallowed spaces, your every wish anticipated, your every desire fulfilled, your every move celebrated." "And what about Mr. Chen?" Brandon inquired, curiosity mingling with a touch of trepidation as he considered the broader implications of his encounters. "Does he know about these... arrangements?" Mr. Gold's smile grew, a cat-like satisfaction curving his lips. "Oh, indeed he does," he confirmed, his voice a silken murmur. "Mr. Chen is quite aware of our little establishments and finds them most... invigorating. " Brandon felt a surge of both pride and unease at the revelation. To be so valued by such powerful men was heady, yet the stakes seemed ever higher. "He approves, then?" he asked, seeking clarity amidst the swirl of emotions. "Approve? He revels in it," Mr. Gold corrected, his eyes gleaming with a predatory light. "Mr. Chen and of course, I see in you something special, Brandon. A rare talent that enriches our community. These cards are more than just contacts--they're keys to a world where your abilities are not just appreciated but worshipped." The weight of Mr. Gold's words settled on Brandon, a mix of excitement and apprehension coursing through him. The path ahead was shrouded in mystery, yet the allure of being embraced by such influential figures was undeniable. "I... see," he managed, his mind racing with possibilities and questions. To be continued! I love all comments, feedback and conversations at [email protected] Kindly consider supporting and subscribing to my patreon: https://www.patreon.com/JockCummings </[email protected]> </div></div>
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Date: Fri, 05 Jul 2024 03:17:34 +0000 From: Jock Cummings Subject: Re: Brandon the Teen Swimmer Chapter 6 Summary: (m/t) Brandon is a muscular teen swimmer. His teacher and coach, Mr Thompson is an ugly chubby old man who always encourages Brandon to welcome the lusts and desires of old men. This chapter, Brandon seeks spiritual guidance and meets Father Johnson, who is more than happy to "guide" him. --- The author copyrights this story, with permission for posting on the Nifty Archive. It may not be copied to another website without prior approval from the author. This story is fiction. Any actual locations, events, or other entities have been completely fictionalized. Any similarities to real people are purely coincidental. The story involves gay sex between older and younger individuals. It was written solely for the reading pleasure of adults who aren't offended by the subject matter. If this type of material is illegal where you live, please leave now! I love all comments, feedback and conversations at [email protected] Kindly consider supporting and subscribing to me on my Patreon: (patreon.com/JockCummings) *** Please consider donating to Nifty to keep this archive free for everyone! Brandon the Teen Swimmer Chapter 6 Over the next few weeks, Brandon continued to break records and win medals in various swimming competitions. As his success grew, so did his popularity among the lecherous old men who couldn't resist being around him. Despite his initial disgust and attempts to resist their advances, Brandon found himself increasingly drawn to the power he held over them. Brandon's experiences with the control he wielded over these lecherous, aged men had grown into an addiction, their worshipful gazes fueling a deep-seated pleasure within him. Yet, there is a small part of him that yearned for release from this bizarre cycle of desire. He knew he had to find a way to resist the pull of this perverse world that seemed to ensnare him at every turn. As these thoughts swirled in his mind, the distant tolling of church bells echoed through the serene suburban street, a stark reminder of the calm and peace he felt was slipping away from him. It seemed like an eternity since he last stepped foot inside a church, and the memories of his childhood flooded back to him. The scent of incense, the melodious chanting, and the cool, dark interior had always provided a sense of comfort and solace in times of distress. Perhaps he could speak to a religious figure of authority who could provide some guidance as he grappled with the confusing desires that Coach Thompson had awakened in him. As Brandon entered the church, he looked around at the empty hall and sat down on a pew. Sitting in the quiet, Brandon's heart raced as he recalled the intense experiences he had with Coach Thompson, Mr Steamback, Mr. Jenkins, Uncle Leong and all the other men that suddenly appeared in his life. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine he would find pleasure in the company of older men, let alone be addicted to their desires. He couldn't shake off the feeling that he was being manipulated, but at the same time, the sense of power he felt whenever those lecherous eyes devoured his body was intoxicating. Rev Father Johnson enjoyed the quiet afternoon of the church. As a 75 year old priest that has served in this parish for over 3 decades, Father Johnson knows this community very well, particularly the hundreds of alter boys that served over the years. As Father Johnson strolled through the large hall, he saw a muscular back of what looked like a sturdy fit young man. Father Johnson adjusted his glasses and his heart beat a little quicker as he walked towards Brandon. At the sound of Father Johnson's footsteps, Brandon turned around at and looked at the old priest standing over him with his handsome face and puppy dog eyes. Seeing Brandon for the first time, Father Johnson's eyes widened as he took in the sight of Brandon, his mind racing with thoughts that were far from priestly. The young man's muscular frame and innocent gaze stirred something deep within him; he needed this stud and he needed him NOW. "Can I help you, my son?" Father Johnson's voice was a husky whisper, his eyes locked onto Brandon's muscular frame. Brandon hesitated, his gaze flickering around the empty church. "Hi, Father... Can I... seek your advice?" Father Johnson nodded eagerly, inching closer. "Of course, my boy. But perhaps we could discuss this more intimately? In the sacristy, where we won't be disturbed." Brandon's brow furrowed, a flicker of doubt crossing his features. "I don't know, Father. Is it really necessary to go somewhere so private?" Father Johnson placed a lingering hand on Brandon's shoulder, his touch electric. "It's just that sometimes, certain matters require a more... confidential setting. Trust me, my son. It will be for the best." Brandon swallowed hard, the weight of his recent experiences making him wary. Father Johnson's heart pounded in his chest, desperation creeping into his voice. "It's a ...perfect spot for a private ...conversation." Brandon stood up, his muscular frame in full view of the priest. "Alright, Father." Father Johnson's face lit up with a leery smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Thank you, my boy. This way." As they walked towards the sacristy, Father Johnson couldn't help but imagine the possibilities that lay ahead and the thought of having this young stud alone in a private room was too tempting to resist. As Father Johnson led Brandon to the sacristy, Brandon felt a wave of relief wash over him. He finally found someone that would be able to listen and allow him to pour his heart out without fear of judgment. "My son," Father Johnson's voice boomed through the small room in a show of false authority, "speak freely and God will guide us towards the path of righteousness." Father Johnson began rubbing his hands in expectation. Brandon took a deep breath and began to recount his story, starting with the first hypnosis session with Coach Thompson. He spoke of the lecherous art teacher, Mr. Jenkins, Uncle Leong, and all the old men who had taken advantage of his vulnerable state. Father Johnson listened intently, his breathing growing heavier as Brandon described the intense sexual encounters he had been pulled into. "My sweet boy," Father Johnson said, his tone laced with sympathy, "it seems you've fallen prey to the desires of these sinful men. They have corrupted your innocence and exploited your vulnerability. But fear not, for God's love and forgiveness are boundless." Brandon felt tear begin to well up as he pathetically uttered, "But Father, I can't seem to escape this world. I'm repulsed by it yet addicted to the power over these lecherous ugly old men... And I'm addicted to the sexual gratification at being worshipped by them." Father Johnson's voice softened, "My child, addiction is a powerful force, but it can be overcome. Together, we will find a way to break these chains that bind you and guide you back onto the righteous path. But first, we must address the root of your addiction." Brandon nodded, feeling a glimmer of hope but as he noticed Father Johnson gazing at him with an intensity that hope quickly evaporated. Father Johnson leaned in closer to Brandon, his eyes locked onto the teenager's toned body. "My child, it seems to me that you have been through quite an ordeal. These men, they have taken advantage of your youth and innocence," Father Johnson said an underlying tone of excitement. "However, I believe that there might be a way to turn this situation around." Brandon's eyes widened apprehensively as he awaited Father Johnson's guidance. The old priest's words echoed in his mind, and he couldn't shake off the feeling that Father Johnson was somehow reveling in the sexual exploits that Coach Thompson had put him through. "My son," Father Johnson continued, "I believe that in order to overcome this addiction, we must first understand it. We must delve into the depths of your desires and confront them head-on." Brandon felt his heart race as Father Johnson's hands moved closer to his body. The old priest's fingers first gently traced the outline of Brandon's nipples through his tank top and then caressed his shorts, causing the teenager to shudder. "Father, I don't think..." Brandon tried to protest, but his words were cut short by Father Johnson's rebuke. "Shhh, my child. Trust in me," Father Johnson whispered as he continued to explore Brandon's body. "You must let go of your inhibitions and embrace the pleasure that these men have given you. Only then will you be healed." Father Johnson cleared his throat, feigning concern. "My son, it's important to understand the full extent of your experiences. Sometimes, physical touch can help us process emotions more deeply." He reached out, his fingers trembling slightly as they hovered over Brandon's tank top. "May I?" Brandon hesitated, his instincts screaming at him to pull away, but the priest's insistent gaze held him in place. "I... I guess," he stammered, his voice barely a whisper. With a swift motion, Father Johnson pulled the fabric up, exposing Brandon's muscular chest. The teenager flinched as the cool air hit his skin, but the priest's hands were already moving, tracing imaginary lines across his pecs. "See, my boy, this is just a way for us to connect more intimately with your feelings," Father Johnson murmured, his voice dripping with false sincerity. Brandon felt a mix of revulsion and arousal as the priest's fingers continued their exploration, dipping lower to circle his nipples. Each touch was calculated, sending shivers down Brandon's spine. "Father, please..." he began, but the old priest cut him off. "Shh, trust me, my child. This is all part of the healing process," Father Johnson whispered, his hands now sliding down to caress Brandon's abs. The teenager's breath quickened, his body betraying him as it responded to the unwanted attention. Father Johnson's eyes gleamed with a predatory light as he watched Brandon's reactions. "You see, my boy, by allowing me to touch you, you're reclaiming your power. You're taking back control from those who have exploited you." His words were a twisted logic, a justification for his own lecherous actions. With Brandon looking confused but increasingly aroused, Father Johnson noticed the bulge forming in Brandon's shorts and smiled deviously. "It seems that your body is eager to explore these desires further," he said, his voice low and husky. "Allow me to guide you, my child." Brandon bowed his head in submission, his breath coming in ragged gasps as Father Johnson continued to touch him. The old priest's hands moved expertly, twisting Brandon's nipples and fondling Brandon's cock through his shorts, eliciting moans of pleasure from Brandon's lips. As Father Johnson leaned in for a kiss, Brandon couldn't help but wonder if he was truly being set free from his addiction or if he was simply falling deeper into its grasp. In that moment, Father Johnson made a mental note to get in touch with all the old lecherous men who had been involved in Brandon's life thus far. He schemed a way to bring them all together, perhaps in some sort of twisted rehabilitation program. After all, if Brandon's addiction could be turned into a tool for their pleasure, there was no telling what could be accomplished. As Father Johnson continued to explore Brandon's body, the teenager found himself on the brink of surrender. He knew that he should resist, that he should fight against the allure of these older men and their perverse desires. But as he felt Father Johnson's hands on his skin, as he tasted the priest's lips on his own, Brandon knew that he was lost and he desired to be worshipped once again. The power that these men held over him was simply too great, too intoxicating. With a heavy throb, Brandon's cock jutted straight from his groin trying to break free from the thin fabric of Brandon's shorts, craving the attention of Father Johnson's hands. The old priest seemed to know exactly what Brandon needed, as if he could read his mind. Still, the conflicting emotions raged within Brandon. He wanted to break free from the addiction to these lecherous men, yet he found himself longing for their touch, their possession. Father Johnson stood triumphantly over Brandon, ushered him to the bed and told him to lay down. Father Johnson proclaimed with conviction, "My son, to be free from your sins, you must give in to the desires of the men who seek you out. Only then can you be cleansed." Suddenly, Father Johnson cuffed Brandon's wrists and ankles to the bedposts. His lecherous gaze devoured every inch of Brandon's vulnerable body. "What are you doing, Father?" Brandon struggled against the restraints, but they held him firmly in place. He felt a surge of panic as he realized there was no escaping the perverted priest's twisted desires. Father Johnson's hands roamed over Brandon's body, tracing the outline of his toned muscles. "You are so strong, so powerful," he said, his voice husky with desire. "But even the mightiest of men must submit to the will of God." With that, he grabbed the scissors from the nightstand and began cutting away at Brandon's shorts. The fabric gave way easily, falling apart in tattered pieces. "No!" Brandon cried out, humiliation burning in his cheeks. "Please stop!!" But his protests fell on deaf ears, as Father Johnson continued to explore his body with eager hands. "Be still, my child," Father Johnson said, his lips brushing against Brandon's ear. "Resistance only prolongs your suffering. Accept your fate and embrace the pleasure I am about to give you." His fingers dug into Brandon's hips, holding him in place. Brandon closed his eyes, trying to block out the reality of the situation. But the sensations were too intense, and despite his efforts to resist, he felt his arousal growing. Father Johnson noticed the change in Brandon's body, and a smile spread across his face. "See? Your body craves this," Father Johnson murmured, his voice dripping with a perverse sense of victory. "It thirsts for the experienced touch of an elder. You've confessed it yourself--your longing for the unique release that only we, seasoned in life's pleasures, can offer. Embrace it, my son, for through this act of submission, you shall find purification." He leaned closer, his tongue licking Brandon's lips and mouth before he continued his twisted sermon. "Each time you spill your seed under my guidance, each time you succumb to the desires awakened by these men, you chip away at the chains that bind you. This is not merely indulgence; it is liberation. Through repeated surrender, you will gradually cleanse your soul of the taint that clings to it." Father Johnson's hands moved with deliberate intent, one stroking Brandon's cock with a practiced rhythm, while the other tweaked and twisted his nipples, sending jolts of pleasure-pain through his body. "Feel the power in your submission, Brandon. Each gasp, each moan, each shuddering climax brings you closer to freedom. Let go, let yourself be consumed by the ecstasy I now provide. Only then will you truly understand the path to redemption." Brandon's heart pounded wildly in his chest, a mix of terror and arousal swirling within him. The priest's words, though cloaked in religious rhetoric, were a thinly veiled justification for his own lustful desires. Yet, despite the clear manipulation, a part of Brandon found himself inexplicably drawn to the promise of release, the allure of being freed from his own conflicted desires through the very acts he sought to escape. Suddenly, Father Johnson shifted his position, his face now hovering over Brandon's crotch. He grasped Brandon's throbbing member and began to suck on it with an intensity that surprised the young man. Brandon couldn't stop himself from moaning as Father Johnson's mouth worked its magic on his aching veiny cock. The priest's hands roamed over Brandon's body, exploring every inch of his skin. His nimble fingers continued to pinch and twist Brandon's nipples, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout his body. As Brandon felt himself approach climax, he opened his eyes and looked into Father Johnson's. The old priest smiled, his eyes filled with lust and triumph. With a final thrust, Brandon released his pent-up desire into Father Johnson's waiting mouth. The priest swallowed greedily, savoring every drop of his seed. Brandon felt drained, as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders. But even as he lay there, panting and spent, he knew that this was only the beginning. Father Johnson wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, smearing a trace of Brandon's semen across his cheek. He looked at his naked conquest, bound and vulnerable on the bed, and knew he needed more than one ejaculation to quench his lecherous thirst. As Brandon lay panting on the bed, his body still tingling from the intense release Father Johnson had given him, he couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. He knew that this was only the beginning and that the priest would continue to use him for his own twisted desires. Father Johnson crawled up next to Brandon, his breath hot and smelling of Brandon's cum. "You see, my child, you have been chosen by God to please old men," he said in a low voice, his words chosen carefully. "Your body is a temple, and it must be regularly worshipped and cleansed." Brandon turned his head to look at the priest, confusion and disbelief clouding his features. He asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "God wouldn't want me to do this?" Father Johnson smiled, an eerie light dancing in his eyes. "Oh, but He does," he said with a nod. "Old men like me, we have spent our lives serving Him, and now it is time for us to receive His blessings. And you, my dear Brandon, are the vessel through which we will receive those blessings. This is your destiny, whether you like it or not." Father Johnson placed his head on Brandon's chest and he circled his wrinkled finger around Brandon's nipple in a perverse post-coital cuddle. Brandon felt the warmth of Father Johnson's touch on his skin, he couldn't help but feel a sense of defeat wash over him. He knew there was no escaping the priest's twisted desires, and as much as he hated to admit it, he felt strangely drawn to the pleasure he experienced in the old man's hands. "But why me?" Brandon asked, his voice barely a whisper. Father Johnson leaned in close, his tongue now in Brandon's ear. "Because, my dear boy," he said softly, "you have the power to make old men feel young again. You have the ability to bring them joy and pleasure unlike anything they've ever experienced. And in return, they will give you the one thing you've always craved: power and adoration." With that, Father Johnson moved his attention to Brandon's nipples, his fingers circling the sensitive buds while his tongue darted out to taste their salty sweetness. Brandon moaned softly, his eyes fluttering closed as he gave himself over to the sensations coursing through his body. He knew that resisting the priest was futile; the old man's touch had an intoxicating effect on him, making him crave more of the forbidden pleasure. As Father Johnson's hands roamed over Brandon's body, he couldn't help but marvel at the young man's toned physique. His fingers traced the lines of Brandon's abs, the muscles contracting beneath his touch. He moved lower, cupping the swimmer's firm ass cheeks in his hands, squeezing gently before slipping a finger between them to probe at the hidden entrance. Brandon tensed at the unexpected intrusion, but Father Johnson simply smiled and whispered, "Relax, my child. This is all part of God's plan for you." Slowly, Brandon began to loosen up, allowing the priest's finger to slide deeper inside him. The sensation was strange and new, but also oddly pleasurable. He moaned as Father Johnson massaged his prostate, sending waves of pleasure radiating through his body. Father Johnson continued to molest Brandon, his hands exploring every inch of the young man's body. He took one of Brandon's nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting gently before moving on to the other one. Brandon arched his back, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the priest's expert ministrations pushed him closer and closer to the edge. As Brandon felt himself approaching climax once more, Father Johnson slipped a second finger inside him, stretching him open even further. Brandon cried out in shock and pleasure as the fingers thrust in and out, hitting that sweet spot deep inside him. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and he felt his orgasm building faster than he could control. With a final thrust, Brandon came hard, his seed spurting onto his stomach and chest. Father Johnson licked his lips, grabbing a handful of Brandon's cum and bringing it to his mouth. He greedily lapped up the sticky fluid, slurping the taste of Brandon's essence. As Brandon lay panting on the bed, Father Johnson smiled down at him, his eyes shining with satisfaction. "You see," he said softly, running a hand through Brandon's sweat-soaked hair, "this is your purpose. This is what God intended for you." Brandon didn't respond, too lost in the haze of pleasure and confusion to formulate a coherent thought. He knew that Father Johnson's words were twisted and wrong, but he couldn't deny the intense pleasure he had just experienced. He lay there, his body limp and spent, his limbs still bound by the bed, wondering what would become of him now that he had succumbed to the priest's perverse desires. Next Chapter: Mr Bunhead returns! 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<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Fri, 05 Jul 2024 03:17:34 +0000 From: Jock Cummings <[email protected]> Subject: Re: Brandon the Teen Swimmer Chapter 6 Summary: (m/t) Brandon is a muscular teen swimmer. His teacher and coach, Mr Thompson is an ugly chubby old man who always encourages Brandon to welcome the lusts and desires of old men. This chapter, Brandon seeks spiritual guidance and meets Father Johnson, who is more than happy to "guide" him. --- The author copyrights this story, with permission for posting on the Nifty Archive. It may not be copied to another website without prior approval from the author. This story is fiction. Any actual locations, events, or other entities have been completely fictionalized. Any similarities to real people are purely coincidental. The story involves gay sex between older and younger individuals. It was written solely for the reading pleasure of adults who aren't offended by the subject matter. If this type of material is illegal where you live, please leave now! I love all comments, feedback and conversations at [email protected] Kindly consider supporting and subscribing to me on my Patreon: (patreon.com/JockCummings) *** Please consider donating to Nifty to keep this archive free for everyone! Brandon the Teen Swimmer Chapter 6 Over the next few weeks, Brandon continued to break records and win medals in various swimming competitions. As his success grew, so did his popularity among the lecherous old men who couldn't resist being around him. Despite his initial disgust and attempts to resist their advances, Brandon found himself increasingly drawn to the power he held over them. Brandon's experiences with the control he wielded over these lecherous, aged men had grown into an addiction, their worshipful gazes fueling a deep-seated pleasure within him. Yet, there is a small part of him that yearned for release from this bizarre cycle of desire. He knew he had to find a way to resist the pull of this perverse world that seemed to ensnare him at every turn. As these thoughts swirled in his mind, the distant tolling of church bells echoed through the serene suburban street, a stark reminder of the calm and peace he felt was slipping away from him. It seemed like an eternity since he last stepped foot inside a church, and the memories of his childhood flooded back to him. The scent of incense, the melodious chanting, and the cool, dark interior had always provided a sense of comfort and solace in times of distress. Perhaps he could speak to a religious figure of authority who could provide some guidance as he grappled with the confusing desires that Coach Thompson had awakened in him. As Brandon entered the church, he looked around at the empty hall and sat down on a pew. Sitting in the quiet, Brandon's heart raced as he recalled the intense experiences he had with Coach Thompson, Mr Steamback, Mr. Jenkins, Uncle Leong and all the other men that suddenly appeared in his life. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine he would find pleasure in the company of older men, let alone be addicted to their desires. He couldn't shake off the feeling that he was being manipulated, but at the same time, the sense of power he felt whenever those lecherous eyes devoured his body was intoxicating. Rev Father Johnson enjoyed the quiet afternoon of the church. As a 75 year old priest that has served in this parish for over 3 decades, Father Johnson knows this community very well, particularly the hundreds of alter boys that served over the years. As Father Johnson strolled through the large hall, he saw a muscular back of what looked like a sturdy fit young man. Father Johnson adjusted his glasses and his heart beat a little quicker as he walked towards Brandon. At the sound of Father Johnson's footsteps, Brandon turned around at and looked at the old priest standing over him with his handsome face and puppy dog eyes. Seeing Brandon for the first time, Father Johnson's eyes widened as he took in the sight of Brandon, his mind racing with thoughts that were far from priestly. The young man's muscular frame and innocent gaze stirred something deep within him; he needed this stud and he needed him NOW. "Can I help you, my son?" Father Johnson's voice was a husky whisper, his eyes locked onto Brandon's muscular frame. Brandon hesitated, his gaze flickering around the empty church. "Hi, Father... Can I... seek your advice?" Father Johnson nodded eagerly, inching closer. "Of course, my boy. But perhaps we could discuss this more intimately? In the sacristy, where we won't be disturbed." Brandon's brow furrowed, a flicker of doubt crossing his features. "I don't know, Father. Is it really necessary to go somewhere so private?" Father Johnson placed a lingering hand on Brandon's shoulder, his touch electric. "It's just that sometimes, certain matters require a more... confidential setting. Trust me, my son. It will be for the best." Brandon swallowed hard, the weight of his recent experiences making him wary. Father Johnson's heart pounded in his chest, desperation creeping into his voice. "It's a ...perfect spot for a private ...conversation." Brandon stood up, his muscular frame in full view of the priest. "Alright, Father." Father Johnson's face lit up with a leery smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Thank you, my boy. This way." As they walked towards the sacristy, Father Johnson couldn't help but imagine the possibilities that lay ahead and the thought of having this young stud alone in a private room was too tempting to resist. As Father Johnson led Brandon to the sacristy, Brandon felt a wave of relief wash over him. He finally found someone that would be able to listen and allow him to pour his heart out without fear of judgment. "My son," Father Johnson's voice boomed through the small room in a show of false authority, "speak freely and God will guide us towards the path of righteousness." Father Johnson began rubbing his hands in expectation. Brandon took a deep breath and began to recount his story, starting with the first hypnosis session with Coach Thompson. He spoke of the lecherous art teacher, Mr. Jenkins, Uncle Leong, and all the old men who had taken advantage of his vulnerable state. Father Johnson listened intently, his breathing growing heavier as Brandon described the intense sexual encounters he had been pulled into. "My sweet boy," Father Johnson said, his tone laced with sympathy, "it seems you've fallen prey to the desires of these sinful men. They have corrupted your innocence and exploited your vulnerability. But fear not, for God's love and forgiveness are boundless." Brandon felt tear begin to well up as he pathetically uttered, "But Father, I can't seem to escape this world. I'm repulsed by it yet addicted to the power over these lecherous ugly old men... And I'm addicted to the sexual gratification at being worshipped by them." Father Johnson's voice softened, "My child, addiction is a powerful force, but it can be overcome. Together, we will find a way to break these chains that bind you and guide you back onto the righteous path. But first, we must address the root of your addiction." Brandon nodded, feeling a glimmer of hope but as he noticed Father Johnson gazing at him with an intensity that hope quickly evaporated. Father Johnson leaned in closer to Brandon, his eyes locked onto the teenager's toned body. "My child, it seems to me that you have been through quite an ordeal. These men, they have taken advantage of your youth and innocence," Father Johnson said an underlying tone of excitement. "However, I believe that there might be a way to turn this situation around." Brandon's eyes widened apprehensively as he awaited Father Johnson's guidance. The old priest's words echoed in his mind, and he couldn't shake off the feeling that Father Johnson was somehow reveling in the sexual exploits that Coach Thompson had put him through. "My son," Father Johnson continued, "I believe that in order to overcome this addiction, we must first understand it. We must delve into the depths of your desires and confront them head-on." Brandon felt his heart race as Father Johnson's hands moved closer to his body. The old priest's fingers first gently traced the outline of Brandon's nipples through his tank top and then caressed his shorts, causing the teenager to shudder. "Father, I don't think..." Brandon tried to protest, but his words were cut short by Father Johnson's rebuke. "Shhh, my child. Trust in me," Father Johnson whispered as he continued to explore Brandon's body. "You must let go of your inhibitions and embrace the pleasure that these men have given you. Only then will you be healed." Father Johnson cleared his throat, feigning concern. "My son, it's important to understand the full extent of your experiences. Sometimes, physical touch can help us process emotions more deeply." He reached out, his fingers trembling slightly as they hovered over Brandon's tank top. "May I?" Brandon hesitated, his instincts screaming at him to pull away, but the priest's insistent gaze held him in place. "I... I guess," he stammered, his voice barely a whisper. With a swift motion, Father Johnson pulled the fabric up, exposing Brandon's muscular chest. The teenager flinched as the cool air hit his skin, but the priest's hands were already moving, tracing imaginary lines across his pecs. "See, my boy, this is just a way for us to connect more intimately with your feelings," Father Johnson murmured, his voice dripping with false sincerity. Brandon felt a mix of revulsion and arousal as the priest's fingers continued their exploration, dipping lower to circle his nipples. Each touch was calculated, sending shivers down Brandon's spine. "Father, please..." he began, but the old priest cut him off. "Shh, trust me, my child. This is all part of the healing process," Father Johnson whispered, his hands now sliding down to caress Brandon's abs. The teenager's breath quickened, his body betraying him as it responded to the unwanted attention. Father Johnson's eyes gleamed with a predatory light as he watched Brandon's reactions. "You see, my boy, by allowing me to touch you, you're reclaiming your power. You're taking back control from those who have exploited you." His words were a twisted logic, a justification for his own lecherous actions. With Brandon looking confused but increasingly aroused, Father Johnson noticed the bulge forming in Brandon's shorts and smiled deviously. "It seems that your body is eager to explore these desires further," he said, his voice low and husky. "Allow me to guide you, my child." Brandon bowed his head in submission, his breath coming in ragged gasps as Father Johnson continued to touch him. The old priest's hands moved expertly, twisting Brandon's nipples and fondling Brandon's cock through his shorts, eliciting moans of pleasure from Brandon's lips. As Father Johnson leaned in for a kiss, Brandon couldn't help but wonder if he was truly being set free from his addiction or if he was simply falling deeper into its grasp. In that moment, Father Johnson made a mental note to get in touch with all the old lecherous men who had been involved in Brandon's life thus far. He schemed a way to bring them all together, perhaps in some sort of twisted rehabilitation program. After all, if Brandon's addiction could be turned into a tool for their pleasure, there was no telling what could be accomplished. As Father Johnson continued to explore Brandon's body, the teenager found himself on the brink of surrender. He knew that he should resist, that he should fight against the allure of these older men and their perverse desires. But as he felt Father Johnson's hands on his skin, as he tasted the priest's lips on his own, Brandon knew that he was lost and he desired to be worshipped once again. The power that these men held over him was simply too great, too intoxicating. With a heavy throb, Brandon's cock jutted straight from his groin trying to break free from the thin fabric of Brandon's shorts, craving the attention of Father Johnson's hands. The old priest seemed to know exactly what Brandon needed, as if he could read his mind. Still, the conflicting emotions raged within Brandon. He wanted to break free from the addiction to these lecherous men, yet he found himself longing for their touch, their possession. Father Johnson stood triumphantly over Brandon, ushered him to the bed and told him to lay down. Father Johnson proclaimed with conviction, "My son, to be free from your sins, you must give in to the desires of the men who seek you out. Only then can you be cleansed." Suddenly, Father Johnson cuffed Brandon's wrists and ankles to the bedposts. His lecherous gaze devoured every inch of Brandon's vulnerable body. "What are you doing, Father?" Brandon struggled against the restraints, but they held him firmly in place. He felt a surge of panic as he realized there was no escaping the perverted priest's twisted desires. Father Johnson's hands roamed over Brandon's body, tracing the outline of his toned muscles. "You are so strong, so powerful," he said, his voice husky with desire. "But even the mightiest of men must submit to the will of God." With that, he grabbed the scissors from the nightstand and began cutting away at Brandon's shorts. The fabric gave way easily, falling apart in tattered pieces. "No!" Brandon cried out, humiliation burning in his cheeks. "Please stop!!" But his protests fell on deaf ears, as Father Johnson continued to explore his body with eager hands. "Be still, my child," Father Johnson said, his lips brushing against Brandon's ear. "Resistance only prolongs your suffering. Accept your fate and embrace the pleasure I am about to give you." His fingers dug into Brandon's hips, holding him in place. Brandon closed his eyes, trying to block out the reality of the situation. But the sensations were too intense, and despite his efforts to resist, he felt his arousal growing. Father Johnson noticed the change in Brandon's body, and a smile spread across his face. "See? Your body craves this," Father Johnson murmured, his voice dripping with a perverse sense of victory. "It thirsts for the experienced touch of an elder. You've confessed it yourself--your longing for the unique release that only we, seasoned in life's pleasures, can offer. Embrace it, my son, for through this act of submission, you shall find purification." He leaned closer, his tongue licking Brandon's lips and mouth before he continued his twisted sermon. "Each time you spill your seed under my guidance, each time you succumb to the desires awakened by these men, you chip away at the chains that bind you. This is not merely indulgence; it is liberation. Through repeated surrender, you will gradually cleanse your soul of the taint that clings to it." Father Johnson's hands moved with deliberate intent, one stroking Brandon's cock with a practiced rhythm, while the other tweaked and twisted his nipples, sending jolts of pleasure-pain through his body. "Feel the power in your submission, Brandon. Each gasp, each moan, each shuddering climax brings you closer to freedom. Let go, let yourself be consumed by the ecstasy I now provide. Only then will you truly understand the path to redemption." Brandon's heart pounded wildly in his chest, a mix of terror and arousal swirling within him. The priest's words, though cloaked in religious rhetoric, were a thinly veiled justification for his own lustful desires. Yet, despite the clear manipulation, a part of Brandon found himself inexplicably drawn to the promise of release, the allure of being freed from his own conflicted desires through the very acts he sought to escape. Suddenly, Father Johnson shifted his position, his face now hovering over Brandon's crotch. He grasped Brandon's throbbing member and began to suck on it with an intensity that surprised the young man. Brandon couldn't stop himself from moaning as Father Johnson's mouth worked its magic on his aching veiny cock. The priest's hands roamed over Brandon's body, exploring every inch of his skin. His nimble fingers continued to pinch and twist Brandon's nipples, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout his body. As Brandon felt himself approach climax, he opened his eyes and looked into Father Johnson's. The old priest smiled, his eyes filled with lust and triumph. With a final thrust, Brandon released his pent-up desire into Father Johnson's waiting mouth. The priest swallowed greedily, savoring every drop of his seed. Brandon felt drained, as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders. But even as he lay there, panting and spent, he knew that this was only the beginning. Father Johnson wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, smearing a trace of Brandon's semen across his cheek. He looked at his naked conquest, bound and vulnerable on the bed, and knew he needed more than one ejaculation to quench his lecherous thirst. As Brandon lay panting on the bed, his body still tingling from the intense release Father Johnson had given him, he couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. He knew that this was only the beginning and that the priest would continue to use him for his own twisted desires. Father Johnson crawled up next to Brandon, his breath hot and smelling of Brandon's cum. "You see, my child, you have been chosen by God to please old men," he said in a low voice, his words chosen carefully. "Your body is a temple, and it must be regularly worshipped and cleansed." Brandon turned his head to look at the priest, confusion and disbelief clouding his features. He asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "God wouldn't want me to do this?" Father Johnson smiled, an eerie light dancing in his eyes. "Oh, but He does," he said with a nod. "Old men like me, we have spent our lives serving Him, and now it is time for us to receive His blessings. And you, my dear Brandon, are the vessel through which we will receive those blessings. This is your destiny, whether you like it or not." Father Johnson placed his head on Brandon's chest and he circled his wrinkled finger around Brandon's nipple in a perverse post-coital cuddle. Brandon felt the warmth of Father Johnson's touch on his skin, he couldn't help but feel a sense of defeat wash over him. He knew there was no escaping the priest's twisted desires, and as much as he hated to admit it, he felt strangely drawn to the pleasure he experienced in the old man's hands. "But why me?" Brandon asked, his voice barely a whisper. Father Johnson leaned in close, his tongue now in Brandon's ear. "Because, my dear boy," he said softly, "you have the power to make old men feel young again. You have the ability to bring them joy and pleasure unlike anything they've ever experienced. And in return, they will give you the one thing you've always craved: power and adoration." With that, Father Johnson moved his attention to Brandon's nipples, his fingers circling the sensitive buds while his tongue darted out to taste their salty sweetness. Brandon moaned softly, his eyes fluttering closed as he gave himself over to the sensations coursing through his body. He knew that resisting the priest was futile; the old man's touch had an intoxicating effect on him, making him crave more of the forbidden pleasure. As Father Johnson's hands roamed over Brandon's body, he couldn't help but marvel at the young man's toned physique. His fingers traced the lines of Brandon's abs, the muscles contracting beneath his touch. He moved lower, cupping the swimmer's firm ass cheeks in his hands, squeezing gently before slipping a finger between them to probe at the hidden entrance. Brandon tensed at the unexpected intrusion, but Father Johnson simply smiled and whispered, "Relax, my child. This is all part of God's plan for you." Slowly, Brandon began to loosen up, allowing the priest's finger to slide deeper inside him. The sensation was strange and new, but also oddly pleasurable. He moaned as Father Johnson massaged his prostate, sending waves of pleasure radiating through his body. Father Johnson continued to molest Brandon, his hands exploring every inch of the young man's body. He took one of Brandon's nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting gently before moving on to the other one. Brandon arched his back, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the priest's expert ministrations pushed him closer and closer to the edge. As Brandon felt himself approaching climax once more, Father Johnson slipped a second finger inside him, stretching him open even further. Brandon cried out in shock and pleasure as the fingers thrust in and out, hitting that sweet spot deep inside him. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and he felt his orgasm building faster than he could control. With a final thrust, Brandon came hard, his seed spurting onto his stomach and chest. Father Johnson licked his lips, grabbing a handful of Brandon's cum and bringing it to his mouth. He greedily lapped up the sticky fluid, slurping the taste of Brandon's essence. As Brandon lay panting on the bed, Father Johnson smiled down at him, his eyes shining with satisfaction. "You see," he said softly, running a hand through Brandon's sweat-soaked hair, "this is your purpose. This is what God intended for you." Brandon didn't respond, too lost in the haze of pleasure and confusion to formulate a coherent thought. He knew that Father Johnson's words were twisted and wrong, but he couldn't deny the intense pleasure he had just experienced. He lay there, his body limp and spent, his limbs still bound by the bed, wondering what would become of him now that he had succumbed to the priest's perverse desires. Next Chapter: Mr Bunhead returns! 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Date: Wed, 11 Sep 2024 08:02:22 +0000 From: Jock Cummings Subject: Brandon the Teen Swimmer Chapter 8 Brandon is a muscular teen swimmer. His teacher and coach, Mr Thompson is an ugly chubby old man who always encourages Brandon to welcome the lusts and desires of old men. This chapter, Brandon runs into his neighbor Mr Chen who lures him into his web. --- The author copyrights this story, with permission for posting on the Nifty Archive. It may not be copied to another website without prior approval from the author. This story is fiction. Any actual locations, events, or other entities have been completely fictionalized. Any similarities to real people are purely coincidental. The story involves gay sex between older and younger individuals. It was written solely for the reading pleasure of adults who aren't offended by the subject matter. If this type of material is illegal where you live, please leave now! I love all comments, feedback and conversations at [email protected] Kindly consider supporting and subscribing to me on my Patreon: (patreon.com/JockCummings) *** Please consider donating to Nifty to keep this archive free for everyone! Brandon the Teen Swimmer Chapter 8 After a grueling training session and the sky begins to darken, Brandon, drenched in sweat and breathing heavily, was gathering his gear when Coach Thompson approached him with a clipboard tucked under his arm. "Brandon, can you come to my office for a moment? I want to go over some mental strategies for the race in the next few days," Coach Thompson said, his voice calm and authoritative. Brandon nodded, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Sure thing, Coach." As they settled in the office, Brandon in the hypnosis chair, Coach Thompson cleared his throat. "Brandon, before we dive into the strategies, I wanted to touch base about your visit with Father Johnson. How did it go?" Brandon's brow furrowed, puzzled. "How did you know I... visited Father Johnson?" Coach Thompson chuckled, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Oh, Brandon, I'm quite close to Father Johnson. We share... insights from time to time. Let's just say I'm privy to most of what goes on around here." Brandon's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as the memory of his session with Father Johnson resurfaced. The vivid recollection of being bound, naked and exposed, under the old priest's meticulous touch flooded back--each caress supposedly purifying him after his multiple climaxes. The intensity of the experience had left him feeling both overwhelmed and oddly soothed, a confusing blend of emotions that he hadn't fully processed yet. Coach Thompson leaned forward, his eyes narrowing slightly as he probed deeper. "So how did the visit feel? Do you think Father Johnson helped you to... release some tension?" Brandon began, choosing his words carefully. He shifted uncomfortably, not meeting Coach Thompson's gaze even as his cock began to stir. "Father Johnson has a ...unique way of helping, I guess you could say. He believes in a sort of ...spiritual cleansing." Coach Thompson nodded, a sly smile playing on his lips. "And how does it feel, Brandon? To be so thoroughly... attended to? Does it excite you, knowing you can achieve such heights of pleasure under his guidance?" Brandon hesitated, his throat suddenly dry. "It was... different...intense?" The memory of Father Johnson's hands, lips and mouth guiding him to climax, over and over, made his cheeks burn and his cock getting harder. "And do you think this intensity translates to your swimming? Does it make you stronger, faster?" Coach Thompson's voice was coaxing and leading. "I... I think so, Coach. It's hard to explain, but everything does feel a little sharper, clearer," Brandon admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "That's what we want, Brandon. Clarity, focus. And if Father Johnson's methods are helping you achieve that, then perhaps we should explore them further. Don't you think?" Brandon took a couple of deep breaths, his expression thoughtful even as his eyes were closed in the chair. "Yes, coach." Coach Thompson placed his hands on Brandon's shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze. "Well, I believe we should explore this avenue further. Perhaps increasing the frequency of these sessions with Father Johnson could enhance your mental clarity even more. What do you think?" Brandon hesitated, the idea both intriguing and unsettling. "I... I guess it could be beneficial. But are you sure that's necessary?" Coach Thompson, annoyed at Brandon's pushback but maintaining control, stroked Brandon's hair as he answered. "Absolutely, Brandon. Your mental preparation is just as vital as your physical training. And if Father Johnson's methods are working, why not maximize their potential? I can arrange for him to be more involved in your weekly routines. It's all about giving you the best chance to succeed." Brandon felt a knot form in his stomach but pushed the feeling aside, focusing on the potential benefits. "Okay, Coach. If you think it'll help, I'm willing to try." Coach Thompson smiled, a plan forming in his mind. "Excellent decision, Brandon. I'll speak with Father Johnson immediately. We want to ensure every aspect of your training is optimized." "Thanks, Coach. I appreciate that." Meanwhile, Mr. Bunhead had been watching from afar, his eyes never straying far from Brandon's muscular form. After their encounter, the young swimmer had consumed his thoughts incessantly. Over the past few days, the obese professor had meticulously observed and stalked Brandon, memorizing his schedule and plotting ways to ingratiate himself further into the teen's life. Mr. Bunhead's jealousy of Coach Thompson's influence over Brandon was palpable. He seethed quietly in his office, his mind racing with schemes to usurp the coach's position. "Why should Thompson have all the fun?" he muttered to himself, his fingers drumming impatiently on his desk. Mr. Bunhead's resolve hardened as he watched Brandon from his concealed vantage point. The evening air was thick with the scent of chlorine and sweat, a familiar backdrop to his secret observations. As Brandon completed his laps, his powerful strokes cutting through the water, Mr. Bunhead's eyes never left him. Once training concluded, Brandon, as usual, headed towards Coach Thompson's office. Mr. Bunhead, his heart racing with anticipation, slipped into the shadows near the office door. His large frame was barely concealed, but the thrill of being so close to his object of desire overshadowed any caution. He pressed himself against the door, listening intently. The muffled voices inside the office were just within earshot. Mr. Bunhead's breathing was labored, not just from the physical exertion of his stealthy approach but also from the intense mix of envy and desire that consumed him. "Shameless Thompson..." Mr. Bunhead muttered under his breath, his fingers digging into the flesh of his arms as he strained to catch every word exchanged between Brandon and the coach. His mind raced with plans to ingratiate himself into Brandon's life, to become an indispensable part of Brandon's routine, just as Thompson had. As Mr Bunhead pressed his ear against the cool wood of the door, the muffled voices inside grew clearer; Coach Thompson's voice was low and rhythmic, a stark contrast to Brandon's more hesitant responses. "Now, Brandon, focus on my voice," Coach Thompson intoned, his words smooth and persuasive. "Your muscles relax, your mind clears, and you trust me completely." Brandon's voice was barely audible, a soft murmur of agreement. "Yes, Coach..." Mr. Bunhead's jealousy flared hotter. He clenched his fists, sweat beading on his forehead. "Hypnotizing him... that sly old fox," he whispered harshly, his mind racing with plans to intervene and claim Brandon for himself. Mr. Bunhead's envious mind churned with dark, intricate plots to weaken Coach Thompson's hold on Brandon. "One day," he murmured to himself, his voice a low growl, "I'll have that boy under my thumb, his body and the hot release of his cum at my command whenever I desire it." The thought sent a shiver of anticipation down his spine, his eyes gleaming with a predatory light as he envisioned the scenarios where he would be the one guiding Brandon's every move, every climax. Suddenly, Mr. Bunhead's mobile phone vibrated. Mr Bunhead nearly jumped out of his skin and he quickly retreated from his position outside Coach Thompson's office, waddling away as fast as his bulky frame allowed. Once at a safe distance, he answered the call, his heart still pounding from the scare. "WHAT? .....Hello?" he whispered hoarsely, trying to catch his breath. "Ah, Mr. Bunhead, it's Chen. I hope I'm not interrupting anything important." Mr. Bunhead steadied himself, adjusting his glasses. "No, no, just finishing up some work here. It's been a while! How have you been?" "Guess what Bunhead, I've just moved into the neighborhood," Mr. Chen began, his voice inviting and almost conspiratorial over the phone. "It's quite a change from my previous place, but I must say, the view here is spectacular." "Oh? That sounds lovely," Mr. Bunhead replied while walking back to his office, intrigued by the unexpected call but still flustered, making sure he wasn't noticed stalking Brandon. Mr. Chen's voice crackled through the phone, a hint of mischief in his tone. "You'd be interested to know, Bunhead, I've met some of my neighbors." Mr. Bunhead, now settled into his office, absent-mindedly glanced at the sofa where he had once savored Brandon body and drank his hot juice. His mind was still half in the past, not fully engaged in the conversation. "Oh?" Mr. Bunhead replied dismissively, distracted by his memories. "Indeed," Mr. Chen continued, his voice deliberate. "I've been getting to know some of the local talent in the college as well, particularly the swimming team. Do you happen to know any of them?" Mr. Bunhead's attention snapped fully to the conversation. His interest sharpened, his thoughts racing as he considered the implications of Mr. Chen's query. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and his mouth watered at the thought of discussing Brandon. "Well, I'm quite familiar with them, especially one particular swimmer. Why do you ask?" Mr. Chen's voice carried a hint of excitement. "It seems one of the star swimmers is my neighbor 2 doors down from me. A young man named Brandon, quite the looker." Mr. Bunhead's heart raced as the implications of Mr. Chen's words settled in. The possibility that Mr. Chen was now neighbors with Brandon, so close to the object of his obsession, sent a surge of excitement through him. His mind spun with vivid scenarios, each more enticing than the last. "Brandon, you say? Yes, I know him well. He's not just any swimmer; he's now the star of the team, breaking records left and right," Mr. Bunhead said, his voice quivering with barely contained enthusiasm. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes glazing over as he continued, "And he's also in my class! Not the best student, but always eager... willing to seek guidance." Mr. Bunhead's voice trailed off, his thoughts drifting to the private tutoring session where he enjoyed Brandon's body. "It's quite a coincidence, isn't it?" Mr. Bunhead added, trying to sound casual, though his mind was ablaze with plans. "Living so close to someone like Brandon must be... interesting." Mr. Chen's laughter carried a deeper, knowing tone through the phone, his voice laced with a shared understanding. "Indeed, it is quite invigorating," he agreed, his words slow and deliberate. "Knowing you, you'd agree with me that there's something undeniably thrilling about observing such raw talent so closely." Mr. Bunhead leaned forward in his chair, his interest piqued by Mr. Chen's subtle acknowledgment of their mutual fascination. "Absolutely, Mr. Chen. It's rare to find someone who appreciates the... finer details of athletic prowess as much as I do." "I can imagine," Mr. Chen replied, almost starting a scheme. "It must be quite something to witness firsthand, especially when it involves someone as... physically gifted as Brandon." Mr. Bunhead's heart raced at the mention of Brandon's name, his mind filling with vivid images of the young swimmer. "Indeed, it is," he admitted, his voice now coarse and desperate. "There's a certain... intensity to his training that is hard to ignore. It's almost as if one can feel the energy radiating from him." "I've noticed that too," Mr. Chen said, his tone conspiratorial. "It's as if every movement, every stroke, is charged with an electric potential. Watching him, one can't help but wonder about the untapped power within him." Mr. Bunhead nodded, though Mr. Chen couldn't see it. "Exactly my thoughts," he murmured, his mind racing with possibilities. "It's fascinating, isn't it? The way he moves, the strength he exerts... it's all very... compelling." "Compelling indeed," Mr. Chen echoed, his voice dropping to a whisper. "And to think, he's just a few doors down from me. It's almost too convenient, don't you think?" Mr. Bunhead's eyes gleamed with a mix of excitement and calculation. "Convenient indeed, Mr. Chen. There was a short pause. Mr. Chen then followed, his voice carried a knowing tone, "So, Bunhead, I take it you ...know him well?" Mr. Bunhead, realizing the potential of having Mr. Chen as an ally, leaned back in his chair, a slow smile spreading across his face as schemes zipped all over his mind. "Indeed, I do," he began, his voice nervous but deliberate. "Just a few days ago, Brandon was in my office, discussing his essay. It was during that session... well, let's just say ...things took an unexpected turn." Mr. Chen listened intently, his curiosity fully engaged. "Oh? Do tell, Bunhead. What kind of turn?" "Brandon, ever the diligent student, came to me seeking feedback on his essay grades," Mr. Bunhead began, his eyes alight with the memory. "It was a sweltering day, and I casually mentioned how warm the room felt. Suggesting it might be more comfortable, I asked him to remove his tank top." Mr. Chen leaned in, intrigued by the unfolding narrative. "And did he?" "Indeed, he did," Mr. Bunhead replied, a sly grin playing on his lips. "His muscular torso glistened slightly with sweat, making every muscle stand out in stark relief. It was... mesmerizing." Mr. Chen's voice carried a note of anticipation. "So, what happened next?" "As we discussed his essay, my hand 'accidentally' brushed against his arm," Mr. Bunhead recounted, his tone thick with desire. "I could feel the heat from his skin, the firmness of his muscles. It was intoxicating. Gradually, my 'guidance' shifted from the paper to his body." Mr. Chen's breath hitched, clearly captivated by the story. "You touched him? How did he react?" "At first, he seemed surprised, but he didn't pull away," Mr. Bunhead continued, his voice lowering to a husky whisper. " I let my hand roam over his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall as his breathing quickened. His abs were like a roadmap under my fingers, leading me lower." Mr. Chen's voice was a mix of awe and envy. "And then?" "Then, my hand found its way to the waistband of his shorts," Mr. Bunhead said, his smile widening. "I could feel the outline of his arousal, the promise of his manliness. He tensed for a moment, then relaxed, surrendering to my touch." Mr. Chen's voice dropped to a whisper, almost losing his voice with Bunhead's salacious details. "Bunhead, so you tasted him? Oh my god. How did he taste?" Mr. Bunhead licked his lips, a greedy smile spreading across his face as he recounted Brandon's hot cock and the taste of his sperm. "His essence was... intoxicating," he murmured, his eyes glazing over with the memory. "It was like nothing I've ever experienced before--rich, potent, and utterly addictive. Delicious." With this, the tacit pact between the two old perverts was sealed. Mr. Bunhead, upon realizing the potential of having Mr. Chen as an ally in his schemes, wasted no time in formulating a plan. He knew that with Mr. Chen's proximity to Brandon, they could work together to isolate the young swimmer and have him all to themselves and away from Coach Thompson's machinations. Before that phone call, Mr. Chen, Brandon's elderly neighbor, had been obsessing with the young swimmer. The elderly neighbor paced back and forth in his living room, each step fueled by fantasies of arranging another meeting with the young swimmer. Mr Chen found himself consumed by thoughts of Brandon's hot body and good looks and had spent the past few days lingering outside the walkway of their apartment complex, hoping to "bump" into Brandon, but to no avail. Despite living just two doors down, their paths hadn't crossed. Mr. Chen's days and nights were filled with fantasies of touching and tasting Brandon's flesh. He began brainstorming more ways to run into the young athlete. Perhaps he could feign a need for help with something around his apartment, or maybe he could invite Brandon over for dinner under the guise of neighborly friendliness. The possibilities swirled in his mind as he lay awake at night, his heart racing with anticipation; the idea of having Brandon in his home, under his roof, filled him with a thrilling sense of anticipation. Mr. Chen's desperation mounted with each passing day without a sighting of Brandon. As Mr. Chen's desperation to encounter Brandon grew, he found himself running out of plausible scenarios to naturally cross paths with the young swimmer. Frustrated and increasingly obsessed, he suddenly remembered his former colleague, Mr. Bunhead, who also worked at the college where Brandon was a student. He knew Mr. Bunhead shared a similar... appreciation for athletic, well-built young men like Brandon. Perhaps Mr. Bunhead had more insight or even direct access to Brandon that could benefit them both. With this newfound hope, Mr. Chen decided to call Mr. Bunhead. He paced around his living room, rehearsing what he would say as he dialed the number. The phone rang several times before Mr. Bunhead picked up, his voice slightly breathless. "Hello? Mr. Bunhead, it's Chen. I hope I'm not interrupting anything important," As Mr. Chen ended the call with Mr. Bunhead, a surge of excitement mixed with envy coursed through him. Despite his unappealing appearance and cumbersome physique, Mr. Bunhead had somehow managed to weasel himself into Brandon's private world. "That son of a gun" Mr. Chen murmured to himself, his mind buzzing with schemes. During their conversation, Mr. Bunhead had also divulged the details about Coach Thompson's hypnosis sessions with Brandon. This revelation sparked a new line of thought in Mr. Chen's plotting. The idea of manipulating Brandon's mind, guiding his thoughts and actions from behind the scenes, was incredibly alluring. It offered a way to exert control over the young swimmer without direct confrontation, a subtle yet powerful approach. Mr. Chen paced around his living room, his mind racing with possibilities. If he could somehow tap into the hypnotic influence that Coach Thompson wielded over Brandon, he might be able to steer the young man's actions to his own ends. The thrill of such clandestine power excited him, fueling his determination to act on this new plan. Determined not to be outdone by all the other old perverts in Brandon's life, Mr. Chen paced around his living room, his thoughts consumed by the desire to encounter Brandon in the most natural yet advantageous way possible. He knew that proximity was his greatest asset; after all, he lived just two doors down from the young swimmer. Mr. Chen decided it was time to act. He couldn't rely on chance encounters anymore. He needed a strategy, a plan that would ensure Brandon would come to him. The idea of having Brandon in his own home, under his control, sent shivers of anticipation down his spine. The next morning, Mr. Chen rose early, his resolve steeled. He spent the morning preparing his apartment, making sure it was immaculate yet inviting. He brewed a fresh pot of coffee, its aroma filling the air, and set out some pastries on a tray, creating an atmosphere of casual hospitality. Mr. Chen, who rarely engaged in overt stalking, found himself by his window more often than usual, observing the comings and goings of his neighbors. He watched as Ms. Tanaka, Brandon's mother, elegantly made her way to work first thing in the morning, even though it was the weekend. The morning routine of the apartment complex was a mundane ballet and Mr Chen wants its star performer. Just as Mr. Chen was about to give up and step away from the window, his heart skipped a beat. There, emerging from his apartment, was Brandon. Dressed in his athletic gear, the fabric clinging to his muscular frame, he looked every bit the star athlete he was. The sight of him sent a jolt of anticipation through Mr. Chen. It was clear that Brandon was heading out for another grueling training session, his dedication evident in the determined set of his handsome face. Mr. Chen, his heart pounding with anticipation, grabbed the watering can he had strategically placed by the door earlier. He timed his exit perfectly, stepping out just as Brandon was about to pass by his apartment. The young swimmer, absorbed in his thoughts and the rhythm of his morning routine, didn't notice Mr. Chen until they collided. As they bumped into each other, Mr. Chen dramatically threw his watering can over Brandon and fell to the floor. Before he realized what had happened, Brandon ran into Mr. Chen and was shocked at the old man suddenly appearing. The watering can spilled all over Brandon, soaking him and leaving him dripping wet. Mr. Chen stayed on the floor, pretending to be hurt and slightly distressed. "Oh dear, I'm so sorry!" he exclaimed, wincing as if in pain. "I didn't see you there, young man." Brandon, feeling guilty and shocked, quickly knelt down beside Mr. Chen. "Oh no! I'm so sorry! Are you okay, sir? I'm so sorry," he said, concern etched on his face. "I think I might have hurt my hip," Mr. Chen replied, his voice quivering slightly. "Could you help me up?" Without hesitation, Brandon gently helped Mr. Chen to his feet. "Let's get you inside first," he suggested, supporting the older man as they slowly made their way into Mr. Chen's apartment. As Brandon helped Mr. Chen into his apartment, he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of guilt. "I'm really sorry, Mr. Chen. Maybe we should call a doctor?" he suggested, his voice laced with concern as he supported the older man's weight. Mr. Chen waved off the suggestion, grimacing slightly for effect. "No, no, I think I just need to lie down. Could you help me to my bedroom?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with a hidden agenda. Brandon nodded, his soaked clothes sticking uncomfortably to his skin. "Of course, let's get you to bed," he said, carefully guiding Mr. Chen through the familiar yet subtly altered space of the apartment. Once in the bedroom, Mr. Chen sat on the edge of his bed, glanced at Brandon's wet attire and feigned a chuckle. "You're making me and my floor wet, young man. Why don't you take off those wet clothes? I can lend you something dry to wear." Brandon's face flushed with embarrassment as he realized he was only wearing his swimming shorts, without any underwear. "Um, actually, I don't have anything on under these," he stammered, looking around awkwardly. "I can't really take them off." Mr. Chen's eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, his disappointment quickly turning into a sly grin. "Oh, don't worry about that, Brandon. Just take off those wet clothes. I'll get you a towel," he said, his voice smooth and reassuring. Brandon hesitated, the damp fabric clinging uncomfortably to his skin. "Are you sure? I mean, I don't want to be any trouble," he replied, his discomfort evident in his tone. "Absolutely, no trouble at all," Mr. Chen insisted, gesturing at a chest of drawers. "Here, open the first drawer. You'll find some towels there. Grab one for yourself." As Brandon approached the drawer, he pulled it open to reveal a stack of towels. To his surprise, they were unusually small, barely large enough to wrap around his waist. He couldn't help but wonder how these tiny towels could possibly suffice for someone with a pot belly like Mr. Chen. Nevertheless, he picked one up, feeling the soft fabric between his fingers. "This will have to do for now," Brandon murmured, draping the towel around his hips, the ends barely meeting. He glanced at Mr. Chen, who was watching him with an unreadable expression. "Thank you, Mr. Chen." Mr. Chen nodded, his eyes lingering on Brandon's exposed torso. "You're welcome, Brandon. Now, let's make sure you're comfortable while we sort out your clothes." Brandon hesitated for a moment, then decided to trust Mr. Chen's judgment. He quickly peeled off his wet tank top and shorts, leaving them in a heap on the floor, and wrapped the towel securely around his waist, covering himself from the waist down. "Thanks, Mr. Chen. I'm really sorry about just now," he said, his voice tinged with guilt as he stood there, now only clad in the towel. "Don't worry, Brandon," Mr. Chen replied, his gaze briefly tracing over the young swimmer's muscular, exposed torso. Brandon, feeling a mix of awkwardness and concern, stood by the bed, his muscular frame mostly exposed except for the small towel draped around his waist. Mr. Chen, seated on the edge of the bed, continued to feign discomfort from his hip, which he claimed was injured during their collision. "Brandon, could you help me get more comfortable? I think if I lie down properly, it might ease the pain," Mr. Chen suggested, his voice laced with a hint of urgency that made Brandon feel even more responsible. Without hesitation, Brandon moved closer, his movements cautious as he didn't want to cause further discomfort. "Of course, Mr. Chen. How can I help?" he asked, his brow furrowed in concentration. Mr. Chen gestured towards the pillows behind him. "Perhaps if you could adjust these pillows so I can lean back comfortably? It would really help," he explained, watching Brandon closely. Brandon nodded, bending over to rearrange the pillows. As he did, the towel around his waist loosened slightly, revealing more of his toned physique. Unaware of the slip, Brandon focused on making Mr. Chen comfortable. "Is this better?" he asked, stepping back to assess his work. Mr. Chen, taking advantage of the situation, subtly shifted his seating position to be closer to Brandon who was bent over the bed adjusting the pillows, his muscular frame tantalisingly brushing Mr Chen's pudgy one. "A bit more to the right, please. Yes, just like that," he directed, his voice calm but his eyes keenly observing every inch of Brandon's exposed skin. Once satisfied with the pillow arrangement, Mr. Chen leaned back and sat upright, sighing as if relieved. "Thank you, Brandon. You've been very helpful. I appreciate your kindness," he said, his tone warm and appreciative. Brandon smiled, relieved that he could assist. "I'm glad I could help, Mr. Chen. If there's anything else you need, just let me know," he offered, still feeling somewhat uneasy about the situation but willing to do what he could to make amends. As Brandon stood there, the weight of the situation began to sink in. He glanced at the clock on the wall, realizing that he was already late for his training session. The guilt over Mr. Chen's supposed injury gnawed at him, making it impossible for him to simply leave. Mr. Chen, sensing Brandon's internal conflict, decided to exploit the young man's sense of responsibility. "Brandon, I understand you must be eager to get to your training, but I'm really not feeling well," he said, feigning a pained expression. "Would you mind staying just a little longer? I might need some help getting up later." Brandon hesitated, torn between his commitment to his training and his concern for Mr. Chen. "I... I don't want to leave you in pain, Mr. Chen. But my coach is very strict about punctuality," he explained, his voice laced with anxiety. Seeing an opportunity to further entangle Brandon in his web, Mr. Chen quickly interjected, "Perhaps you could call your coach and explain the situation? I'm sure he would understand given the circumstances." Mr. Chen, observing Brandon's hesitation, suggested gently, "Why don't you sit here by the bed while you make your call? It might be more comfortable for you." He patted the spot next to him, his eyes never leaving Brandon's face. Brandon, feeling a mix of gratitude and unease, nodded and perched on the edge of the bed, pulling out his phone. As he dialed Coach Thompson's number, Mr. Chen placed a comforting hand on his back, or so it seemed. However, the touch soon turned into a gentle caress that moved slowly up and down Brandon's back, each stroke deliberate and lingering. "Take your time, Brandon," Mr. Chen murmured, his voice soft yet laced with an undercurrent of something darker. His heart pounded as the call connected. "Coach, it's Brandon," he began, his voice tense. "I had an accident on my way to training. I bumped into Mr. Chen, our neighbor, and he seems to be hurt. I can't leave him alone." Coach Thompson's voice came through, stern but understanding. "What happened, exactly? Is he badly injured?" Brandon explained the situation, emphasizing Mr. Chen's discomfort and his own reluctance to leave without ensuring the older man was okay. "He's in quite a bit of pain, Coach. I feel responsible." There was a pause on the line before Coach Thompson responded, his tone softening slightly. "And where exactly are you now, Brandon?" As Brandon spoke, his voice tinged with embarrassment, Mr. Chen subtly increased the pressure of his hand on Brandon's back, continuing his gentle caresses. With a deft and seemingly casual movement, Mr. Chen reached over and unhooked the end of the towel that was loosely tied around Brandon's waist, causing the fabric to loosen further. "I'm at Mr. Chen's apartment, helping him get comfortable. I'm actually just in a towel because I got soaked when we collided," Brandon admitted, his focus on the conversation with Coach Thompson making him oblivious to Mr. Chen's actions. Coach Thompson's interest piqued at the mention of Brandon being in a towel at an old man's house. A devious thought crossed his mind. "Well, Brandon, it sounds like you're in a delicate situation. It's important to take care of your neighbors. Maybe this is a good opportunity for you to... bond with Mr. Chen." Brandon was surprised by the suggestion. "Bond, Coach? How do you mean?" "I mean, perhaps you should spend more time there, help him out. It's not every day you get such a chance to connect with someone so... intimately," Coach Thompson said, his voice laced with a subtle undertone. Brandon frowned, unsure of how to respond. "I... I guess I could stay a bit longer, make sure he's alright." "Exactly, Brandon. And who knows? This might even benefit you in ways you haven't considered yet. Sometimes, these unexpected situations lead to... new experiences," Coach Thompson hinted, his mind racing with possibilities. "New experiences?" Brandon echoed, puzzled but trusting his coach's judgment. "Yes, Brandon. Think of it as an extension of your training. Learning to adapt and handle different scenarios. You never know what you might learn from Mr. Chen," Coach Thompson continued, encouragingly. Brandon nodded, though Coach Thompson couldn't see it. "Okay, Coach. I'll stay and help Mr. Chen. Thanks for understanding." "Of course, Brandon. Just remember, make up the missed training later. And maybe report back to me about your... experiences," Coach Thompson added, his voice dripping with implication. As Brandon ended the call, he turned back to Mr. Chen, who watched him with keen interest. "Coach says it's okay for me to stay, but I have to make up for the missed training later," he informed Mr. Chen. Mr. Chen nodded, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. "Thank you, Brandon. I really appreciate your help," he said, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. Mr. Chen then feigned a sudden thirst. "Could you fetch me a glass of ice water, please? My throat is parched," he requested, his voice laced with a hint of urgency. Brandon, eager to be of further assistance and to get out of an uncomfortable situation, nodded quickly. "Of course, I'll be right back," he said, standing up from the bed. As he did, the towel that had been loosely secured around his waist, thanks to Mr. Chen's earlier manipulation, suddenly slipped and fell to the floor. Startled, Brandon instinctively reached down to grab the towel, inadvertently exposing himself completely in the process. His face flushed with embarrassment as he hastily tried to cover himself again. Mr. Chen, however, raised a hand to stop him. "No need for that, Brandon," he said, his voice firm yet gentle. "Accidents happen, and there's no harm done. Besides, no one else is here to see us. You can relax." He gestured for the towel to remain on the floor. "In fact, it might be more comfortable for you to just let go of the towel. It's only us here, after all." Brandon hesitated, clutching the towel uncertainly. The idea of being naked in front of Mr. Chen made him uneasy, but the older man's insistence and the logic of his words made it difficult to refuse. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Absolutely," Mr. Chen reassured him, his eyes holding a warmth that belied the thrill of control coursing through him. "I promise you, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. In fact, it might help you feel more at ease, less restricted." After a moment's hesitation, Brandon slowly released the towel, letting it drop back to the floor. Standing there naked, he felt vulnerable but strangely liberated under Mr. Chen's approving gaze. "Okay," he murmured, trying to convince himself that this was just another part of helping out a neighbor in need. Mr. Chen smiled, pleased with how events were unfolding. "There, that wasn't so bad, was it? Now, let's get that water for me, and then we can discuss what other help I might need today." As Brandon entered the room, the glass of iced water in hand, he noticed that Mr. Chen had changed his position and now sitting on the edge of the bed again, a move that seemed both sudden and deliberate. Brandon, still naked and self-conscious, approached cautiously, his muscles tensing under the older man's steady gaze. "Here you go, Mr. Chen," Brandon said, extending the glass towards him, his voice tinged with a mix of awkwardness and the remnants of embarrassment. Mr. Chen took the glass, his eyes never straying from Brandon's exposed form. "Thank you, Brandon. You really are too kind," he remarked, his tone smooth and laced with an undercurrent of something deeper. As Brandon stood there, his naked form casting a shadow over the bed, he felt a mix of confusion and discomfort. Mr. Chen, with a sly smile, reached into the glass of iced water and pulled out an ice cube. He held it up, letting the cool moisture glisten in the light before slowly bringing it to Brandon's chest. The cold sensation against his warm skin made Brandon flinch slightly, but he didn't move away. Instead, he watched, wide-eyed, as Mr. Chen seductively slid the ice cube over his pecs, circling around each nipple, causing them to harden under the chill. "Mr. ..Mr Chen, what are you doing?" Brandon asked, his voice a mix of shock and curiosity. Mr. Chen looked up at him, the ice cube still in his grasp, now dripping down Brandon's torso. "Just think of this as another way to adapt, Brandon," he said, his voice calm yet charged with an underlying intensity. "Your Coach Thompson talked about adapting to different situations, didn't he? Consider this part of your... training." Brandon's brow furrowed, trying to process the situation. "Adapting? But how is this--" Brandon's mind raced, torn between his ingrained sense of duty towards his training and the strange allure of Mr. Chen's words. He remembered the advice from Coach Thompson and Father Johnson, about allowing these encounters, about how they were somehow beneficial to him. It was confusing, but the echoes of their voices in his head made it seem almost logical. His nipples were stiff under the older man's touch, and a flush spread across his chest, burning through the ice cube. Mr. Chen's gaze locked with Brandon's, his eyes piercing deep into the young swimmer's psyche. He leaned forward from his seated position on the bed, his voice firm yet delicate as he spoke. "Brandon, you need to understand this: you will place your full trust in me. It's essential, for both of us," he stated, each word carrying a weight that demanded obedience. Mr. Chen's hands continued their deliberate journey down Brandon's abdomen, each touch imbued with a silent command. "You will let go of your doubts, Brandon. You want me to guide you through this," he murmured, his voice low and compelling. The subtle authority in his tone seemed to resonate with something deep within Brandon, who found himself inexplicably drawn to comply with these quiet commands that he somehow wanted to partake in. Brandon took a deep breath, his body tense yet tingling with an unfamiliar sense of control. Memories of Mr. Bunhead's earlier encounter flickered through his mind, the thrill of being desired and worshipped resonating within him. Part of him still wanted to flee, to reject this unexpected and increasingly intimate situation, but another part--influenced by both Coach Thompson's and Father Johnson's teachings--urged him to embrace it. He felt a surge of empowerment, a notion that he himself craved this attention, this worship. With a deliberate motion, Brandon slowly lowered his hand from his cock, exposing himself fully to Mr. Chen's gaze. The vulnerability was palpable, yet there was a defiant edge to his actions, as if he were claiming sovereignty over his own desires. "I... I guess this is what you want," he murmured, his voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside him. "Yes, Brandon. Good boy," Mr. Chen praised, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he continued his gentle assault on Brandon's senses, pushing him further into uncharted territory. Mr. Chen's eyes sparkled with a mix of anticipation and triumph as he watched Brandon's internal struggle. Sensing the young man's wavering resolve, he decided to push further, his voice smooth and commanding. "Now, Brandon, put your arms behind your head and flex for me," he instructed, his tone leaving no room for refusal. Brandon hesitated, his thoughts a tumultuous whirl of confusion and an unsettling sense of submission. With a deep, steadying breath, he slowly raised his arms, locking them behind his head in a pose that accentuated the sculpted lines of his physique. As he flexed, his biceps bulged impressively, each muscle defined and taut under the scrutiny of Mr. Chen's gaze. The ripple of his pectorals and the subtle curve of his abs were now fully exposed, each contour highlighted by the soft light filtering through the room. Mr. Chen's eyes widened with unabashed lust, devouring every inch of Brandon's displayed body. His gaze lingered on the swell of Brandon's biceps, then traced down the firm planes of his chest to the enticing adonis V-shape of his hips. A predatory smile played on Mr. Chen's lips as he took in the sight, his breathing quickening with each passing second. The air between them charged with an electric tension, Mr. Chen's hands itched with the desire to explore further, to touch and claim the young man's body as his own. Mr. Chen leaned forward, his excitement palpable as he prepared to indulge in the intimate exploration of Brandon's body. He began by gently licking around the edges of Brandon's armpits, his tongue delicately tracing the contours of the sensitive skin. The older man inhaled deeply, savoring the unique scent that emanated from Brandon--a potent mix of sweat and the lingering freshness of a morning shower. "Such a strong, masculine smell," Mr. Chen murmured appreciatively, his voice thick with desire as he allowed himself to be enveloped by the intoxicating aroma. As he continued, Mr. Chen's tongue ventured further, exploring the subtle crevices and valleys of Brandon's underarms. Each lick was deliberate, designed to heighten the sensory experience for both of them. The warmth of his breath and the wetness of his tongue sent shivers down Brandon's spine, eliciting a mix of discomfort and an unexpected thrill. Mr. Chen's eyes never left Brandon's face, watching for any signs of resistance or pleasure, ready to adjust his approach accordingly. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to taste you like this," Mr. Chen whispered, his voice husky with lust. His hands moved to gently cup Brandon's biceps, squeezing lightly as if to gauge their strength and firmness. "Every muscle, every drop of sweat... it's all so incredibly alluring." Brandon, caught in the web of Mr. Chen's advances, felt his body respond involuntarily. Despite his initial reluctance, the sensations were undeniable. His nipples betrayed his arousal as the combination of Mr. Chen's words and actions created a confusing blend of emotions within him, pulling him deeper into the vortex of submission and pleasure. As he continued, Mr. Chen's licks became more deliberate, tracing patterns along Brandon's skin as he moved lower, towards his chest. Each stroke of his tongue sent shivers down Brandon's spine, causing him to tense involuntarily. Despite his initial reluctance, there was an undeniable thrill in this new form of attention, even if it came from an unexpected source. Reaching Brandon's nipples, Mr. Chen paused, his eyes locking onto the young man's face. He observed a blend of discomfort and intrigue etched there, which only fueled his determination. With a sly smile, he lowered his head and began to gently circle one nipple with the tip of his tongue, causing it to stiffen under his ministrations. Brandon inhaled sharply, his body responding involuntarily to the unfamiliar sensation, a complex wave of emotions washing over him. "You see, Brandon," Mr. Chen murmured, his voice a low, seductive whisper as he switched his attention to the other nipple, this time giving it a playful pinch before resuming his gentle licks. "It's not so bad when you allow yourself to experience these sensations. In fact, it can be quite... exhilarating." As he continued to tease and tweak Brandon's nipples, alternating between soft licks and gentle pinches, Mr. Chen kept up a steady stream of commentary, each word designed to coax and reassure. "Your body is responding beautifully, Brandon. Just let go and feel. Embrace the pleasure I'm giving you. It's all part of understanding your own strength and sensitivity." Brandon's breath hitched as Mr. Chen's skilled manipulations sent ripples of sensation through his chest, down to his abdomen, and pooling lower still. Despite his initial resistance, the thrill of being so intimately attended to by Mr. Chen began to override his reservations. The older man's words, combined with his actions, created a potent mix that was slowly eroding Brandon's defenses. "That's it, Brandon. Good boy," Mr. Chen praised, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he watched the young swimmer's reactions. "You're doing wonderfully. Just relax and enjoy the ride." Mr. Chen, his eyes alight with a predatory gleam, gently guided Brandon to lie down on the bed, instructing him to keep his arms behind his head. This position not only exposed his armpits but also accentuated the muscular contours of his chest and abdomen. "Perfect, just like that," Mr. Chen murmured, his voice thick with anticipation as he leaned in closer. As Brandon complied, lying there naked and vulnerable, Mr. Chen resumed his exploration, deeply inhaling the scent of Brandon's pits before lavishing them with long, slow licks. Each stroke of his tongue was deliberate, savoring every nuance of the young man's scent and taste. Meanwhile, one hand found its way to Brandon's nipple, tweaking it gently between thumb and forefinger, while the other cupped and massaged his balls, applying just enough pressure to elicit a response without causing discomfort. Mr. Chen, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous light, reached for his mobile phone while continuing to lavish attention on Brandon's exposed body. With a few swift taps, he initiated a video call to Mr. Bunhead, who answered almost immediately, his face appearing on the screen with an eager expression. "Hello, Bunhead," Mr. Chen greeted, his voice smooth and laced with a hint of triumph as he positioned the phone on the bedside so that both he and Brandon were in view. "I thought you might like to see what I'm up to with our young swimmer friend here." Brandon's eyes widened in shock as he saw Mr. Bunhead's face appear on the screen. "Mr. Bunhead? What's going on?" he stammered, his body tensing involuntarily under Mr. Chen's continued ministrations. "Ah, Brandon, my boy! It seems you've found yourself in quite the... educational situation," Mr. Bunhead chuckled, his eyes darting eagerly over the scene before him. "Mr. Chen has always been quite the mentor when it comes to exploring new experiences." Mr. Chen smiled, his hands continuing their gentle caresses across Brandon's chest and abdomen. "Indeed, Bunhead. And I thought you, of all people, would appreciate the progress we're making here. After all, you've had your own... encounter with our young athlete." Brandon's confusion deepened, his mind racing to process the implications of being discussed so openly by these two men. Mr. Bunhead leaned closer to the camera, his expression one of feigned concern mixed with undisguised lust. "Now, now, Brandon. There's no need to be alarmed. Think of this as an extension of your training, just like Coach Thompson suggested. We're merely helping you explore different facets of your potential." Mr. Chen nodded, his gaze never leaving Brandon's face. "Exactly, Brandon. Both Mr. Bunhead and I have only your best interests at heart. This is all about enhancing your performance, in every sense of the word." Brandon swallowed hard, the weight of their words pressing down on him. "But why... why involve Mr. Bunhead in this? Why show him what's happening?" Mr. Chen's smile widened, a predatory glint in his eyes. "Because, Brandon, sharing experiences can be just as enlightening as experiencing them yourself. And besides, Mr. Bunhead has valuable insights to offer. Don't you, Bunhead?" Mr. Bunhead's eyes sparkled with excitement, his voice eager. "Absolutely, Mr Chen. I've seen firsthand how receptive Brandon can be to guidance." Brandon felt trapped, caught in a web spun from his own trust and the manipulations of those around him. His body remained exposed, vulnerable under Mr. Chen's touch, while his mind grappled with the reality of the situation. "I... I don't know what to say. This is all so unexpected." Mr. Chen leaned in, his voice soothing yet firm. "Just relax, Brandon. Let us guide you through this. You'll understand soon enough. Won't he, Bunhead?" "Indeed, Mr Chen. Just go with it, Brandon. We only want to worship you," Mr. Bunhead almost pleaded, his eyes never leaving the screen, drinking in every detail of Brandon's predicament. Mr. Chen chuckled softly, straddled Brandon, his hip miraculously recovered, held Brandons arms over his head and gently suckled on one of Brandon's nipples, causing the young man to gasp slightly. The sound of Brandon's involuntary response seemed to heighten the tension in the room, as well as the connection through the phone. "Just giving Brandon here a little... attention. You should know," Mr. Chen said, his tone teasing yet assertive. Brandon, caught in the unexpected situation, felt a rush of embarrassment and confusion. The realization that Mr. Bunhead was now involved, watching from afar, added another layer of complexity to his already tumultuous emotions. His body tensed under Mr. Chen's ministrations, unsure of how to react to this new level of exposure and intrusion. "Enjoying the show, Bunhead?" Mr. Chen asked, his voice dripping with a mix of amusement and dominance as he continued to tease Brandon's sensitive skin, each touch calculated to elicit a reaction. Mr. Bunhead, unable to tear his gaze away from the live feed, nodded slowly, his mind racing with thoughts of how he could insert himself into this scenario more directly. "Yes, Mr Chen. This is... fascinating. Keep going," he urged, his voice low and filled with anticipation. Brandon, caught off guard by the sudden intimacy and the realization that Mr. Bunhead was watching, felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him. He tried to protest, but the words caught in his throat as Mr. Chen continued his ministrations. Mr. Bunhead, seeing the scene unfold, felt a mix of awe and envy. "It looks like you're really taking care of him. How does he look?" "He looks magnificent," Mr. Chen replied, his voice thick with desire as he alternated between sucking and gently biting Brandon's nipples. "So strong and yet so vulnerable right now. It's quite the sight." Brandon's mind raced, trying to process the situation. The humiliation of being exposed and manipulated while someone else watched was overwhelming, yet there was an undeniable thrill in the taboo nature of the act. Mr. Bunhead's voice came through the phone, tinged with envy. "You lucky dog, Mr Chen. Make sure you savor every moment. And maybe, just maybe, you could share some details later?" "Of course, Bunhead. We'll have plenty to discuss," Mr. Chen assured him, his focus never wavering from Brandon's increasingly aroused state. "Now, let me continue showing our young friend here how much we appreciate his talents." As Mr. Chen resumed his intimate attentions, he glanced at the phone displaying Mr. Bunhead's eager face and then back at Brandon. "Do you like being watched, Brandon?" he asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and seduction. "Your cock certainly thinks so." Brandon's face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal as he realized his body's involuntary response to the situation. The sight of Mr. Bunhead watching only added to the surreal intensity of the moment, leaving him feeling more exposed and conflicted than ever before. Mr. Chen, with a sly grin, subtly repositioned the camera to capture an unobstructed view of Brandon's erect penis. The young swimmer's uncut cock was truly a sight to behold--a robust 7 inches in length, with ample girth that showcased each prominent vein along its length. The foreskin partially covered the head, adding a layer of sensitivity and allure. As Mr. Chen's pudgy hand encircled it, there was barely any space left between his fingers, testament to the sheer thickness of Brandon's member. The tip of Brandon's cock glistened with precum, a clear droplet forming at the slit and threatening to spill over. The moisture added a sheen to his flushed skin, highlighting the contrast between the tender pink of his glans and the deeper hue of his shaft. Each involuntary twitch of his erection seemed to draw more attention to this intimate detail, making it impossible for anyone watching to look away. Mr. Chen's touch was deliberate and lingering, his thumb gently rubbing over the precum-slicked tip as if savoring the texture and warmth of Brandon's arousal. "Such a beautiful specimen," he murmured, his voice low and appreciative as he continued to explore every inch of Brandon's exposed desire. "Look closely, Bunhead," Mr. Chen said, his voice laced with pride as he showcased Brandon's manhood. "This is what we've been talking about." On the other end of the line, Mr. Bunhead's breath hitched audibly. "Incredible... just look at that veiny shaft. It's practically pulsing with life." Brandon, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal, shifted uncomfortably but couldn't tear his eyes away from the screen. He watched as Mr. Chen reached out, his fingers wrapping gently around the base of his cock, causing it to throb even more noticeably under the older man's touch. "See how responsive he is?" Mr. Chen continued, his tone almost reverential as he traced a finger along one particularly prominent vein. "Each vein tells a story of his strength and vitality." Mr. Bunhead's voice was filled with awe. "Absolutely mesmerizing, Mr Chen. You were right; this is truly something special." Brandon's face flushed deeper as he listened to their conversation, the focus on his most private parts making him feel exposed yet strangely empowered. He cleared his throat nervously, trying to find his voice amidst the intense scrutiny. "It feels... strange having you both look at me like this," Brandon admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty. Mr. Chen chuckled softly, giving Brandon's cock a gentle squeeze before releasing it. "Embrace it, Brandon. This is all part of understanding your own power and allure." Mr. Chen continued, his fingers tracing light patterns down Brandon's chest. "It's quite the turn-on, isn't it? Knowing someone else is admiring your strength and vulnerability. It's a powerful feeling." "Look at how your body responds," Mr. Chen murmured, his eyes fixed on Brandon's hardening cock. "You can't deny the pleasure in this exposure. It's all part of understanding yourself, Brandon. " Mr. Chen's commentary and the presence of the camera seemed to heighten every sensation, pushing Brandon further into uncharted territory. Mr. Chen, with a sly grin, shifted his position to kneel between Brandon's legs, his eyes never leaving the camera that connected him to Mr. Bunhead. "Now, Brandon," he purred, "let's give Mr. Bunhead a real show, shall we?" Brandon's heart raced as he watched Mr. Chen lean down, his mouth inching closer to his erect cock. The anticipation was palpable, and despite his initial reluctance, a part of him was curious about how this would feel. "Mr. Bunhead, are you watching closely?" Mr. Chen asked, his voice muffled slightly as he took the head of Brandon's cock into his mouth. On the other end of the line, Mr. Bunhead's was gasping. "Oh, I'm watching, Mr Chen. This is... incredible." Brandon, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal, found himself unable to look away from the camera. He could almost feel Mr. Bunhead's gaze on him, intensifying the sensation of Mr. Chen's warm, wet mouth enveloping him. "Talk to Mr. Bunhead, Brandon," Mr. Chen instructed, his voice thick with desire as he began to bob his head up and down, taking more of Brandon's length with each movement. "Tell him how it feels." Brandon's voice was shaky, filled with a mix of emotions. "It feels... intense," he admitted, his eyes locked on the camera. "I can't believe you're watching this, Mr. Bunhead." Mr. Bunhead's voice came through the phone, tinged with excitement. "Believe it, Brandon. And let me tell you, it's quite the sight. You are truly a champion." Mr. Chen increased his pace, his hand gripping the base of Brandon's cock while his mouth worked expertly. "That's it, Brandon. Keep talking. Let Mr. Bunhead know what you're feeling." "It's... overwhelming," Brandon managed to say, his breath hitching as Mr. Chen hit a particularly sensitive spot. "But there's something... thrilling about it." "See, Brandon? There's power in your vulnerability," Mr. Chen murmured, pulling back slightly to speak before diving back down. "Embrace it. Let yourself go." As Mr. Chen continued his skilled ministrations, Brandon's voice wavered with each gasp and moan, the sound carrying through the room and into the phone held by Mr. Bunhead. The camera captured every moment, intensifying the surreal experience for both Brandon and the eager spectator. "Brandon, you must feel so alive right now," Mr. Bunhead's voice crackled through the speaker, his tone laced with envy and desperation. "To have Mr. Chen's attention like this... it's something else." Brandon, caught in the whirlwind of sensations, responded hesitantly, "It's... intense, Mr. Bunhead. I can't quite explain it." Mr. Bunhead's breathing was audible, heavy with lust. "I can only imagine, Brandon. Seeing you like this, it's... intoxicating. You're letting yourself go, aren't you? Giving in to the pleasure?" "I... I am sir," Brandon admitted, his voice shaky as Mr. Chen's mouth worked expertly on him. Mr. Bunhead's voice grew more urgent, his desire palpable. "That's it, Brandon. Let us see how much you can take. How much you can enjoy." Brandon's eyes flicked to the camera, feeling the weight of Mr. Bunhead's gaze. "I never thought... I'd be doing this, especially not with someone watching." "But isn't it exciting?" Mr. Bunhead pressed, his voice a mix of encouragement and raw need. "Knowing I'm here, unable to touch but so desperate to be part of what you're feeling. It adds to the thrill, doesn't it?" Brandon swallowed hard, the reality of the situation sinking in deeper. "Yes, sir it does. .." Mr. Chen, sensing the conversation's impact on Brandon, increased his efforts, causing Brandon to arch his back slightly. "Tell Mr. Bunhead how my mouth feels on you." "It's... warm," Brandon managed to say, his breath hitching. "And wet. It feels... good, Mr. Bunhead." Mr. Bunhead groaned softly, the sound conveying his longing. "You have no idea how much I wish I were there, Brandon. To see it, to feel it... to maybe even join in. Keep talking, let me live vicariously through your words." Brandon, caught between the physical pleasure and the emotional turmoil, continued, "He's... he's really good at this, Mr. Bunhead. arghhhh" "That's it, Brandon. Give in to it. Let yourself feel everything," Mr. Bunhead urged, his voice thick with emotion. "This is about exploring your limits, testing your boundaries. And I'm here, cheering you on, even if from a distance." As the intensity of the situation escalated, Brandon's mind struggled to keep up with the physical sensations. Mr. Chen's skilled mouth and deft hands as well as the knowledge of being watched by Mr. Bunhead created a potent mix that was both thrilling and deeply unsettling. "Mr. Chen, I... I think I'm going to..." Brandon's voice faltered as he felt the pressure building within him, his body tensing in anticipation of release. Mr. Chen, sensing Brandon's impending climax, pulled back slightly, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "It's okay, Brandon. Let it happen. Show Mr. Bunhead how much you've enjoying this." Through the phone, Mr. Bunhead's voice crackled with excitement. "Yes, Brandon! Feed Mr. Chen your hot swimmer seed. Choke him with your cum!" Brandon's breath hitched, his body tensing as he felt the surge of pleasure building. "I... I'm cumming!!!!," he gasped, his voice strained with the effort to contain his impending release. Through the phone, Mr. Bunhead's voice urged him on, filled with a mix of envy and excitement. "Yes, Brandon! Give in to it. We want to see you cum!" With a strangled cry, Brandon surrendered to the inevitable, his body arching off the bed as he climaxed. His face contorted in pleasure and relief; each spurt of his release was accompanied by a grunt, not just for himself but also Mr. Chen and the eager eyes of Mr. Bunhead watching through the phone. The act of giving in to their desires added an extra layer of intensity to his orgasm, leaving him shuddering and spent. As the waves of his orgasm subsided, Brandon lay there, panting heavily, his body covered in a sheen of sweat. Mr. Chen gently wiped his mouth, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he looked at the camera. "Did you enjoy the show, Bunhead?" On the other end of the line, Mr. Bunhead's response was eager. "Absolutely, Mr Chen. That was... something else. Well done." With that, Mr Chen ended the call, promising to meet Mr Bunhead soon. Mr. Chen turned his attention back to Brandon, who was slowly coming back to himself, the reality of what had just happened beginning to sink in. "You did wonderfully, Brandon. How do you feel?" Brandon, still catching his breath, managed a weak smile. "I... I don't know. It was intense. I didn't expect any of this." As Brandon sat up, still reeling from the intensity of his climax, Mr. Chen's hands gently caressed his shoulders, offering a comforting yet possessive touch. "Brandon," he murmured, his voice soft yet commanding, "your cum is delicious. It's important that you feed it to me regularly, anytime you feel the need. After all, we are neighbors." Brandon looked at Mr. Chen, confusion and surprise flickering in his eyes. The older man's words were direct and unexpected, leaving him unsure of how to respond. Yet, there was a part of him that felt compelled to agree, influenced by the recent events and the guidance of those he trusted. Mr. Chen continued, his gaze intense. "And remember, both Mr. Bunhead and I will continue to guide you, to be there for you in any way you need, especially with your studies. We're here to assist you, Brandon." Swallowing hard, Brandon nodded slowly, his mind still processing the implications of Mr. Chen's words. "I... I understand," he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper. Despite the strangeness of the request, he found himself agreeing, drawn in by the sense of support and the unspoken promise of further experiences under their tutelage. Mr. Chen smiled, pleased with Brandon's acquiescence. "Good boy. You're learning to embrace these moments, to see them as opportunities for growth. That's very important." He helped Brandon to his feet, guiding him towards the ensuite bathroom. "Now, let's get you cleaned up and ready for whatever comes next." Brandon felt a mix of relief and apprehension, knowing that his relationship with Mr. Chen and Mr. Bunhead had taken a significant turn. Yet, there was also a strange sense of anticipation, a curiosity about where this new path might lead him. I love all comments, feedback and conversations at [email protected] Kindly consider supporting and subscribing to me on my Patreon: (patreon.com/JockCummings)
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Wed, 11 Sep 2024 08:02:22 +0000 From: Jock Cummings <[email protected]> Subject: Brandon the Teen Swimmer Chapter 8 Brandon is a muscular teen swimmer. His teacher and coach, Mr Thompson is an ugly chubby old man who always encourages Brandon to welcome the lusts and desires of old men. This chapter, Brandon runs into his neighbor Mr Chen who lures him into his web. --- The author copyrights this story, with permission for posting on the Nifty Archive. It may not be copied to another website without prior approval from the author. This story is fiction. Any actual locations, events, or other entities have been completely fictionalized. Any similarities to real people are purely coincidental. The story involves gay sex between older and younger individuals. It was written solely for the reading pleasure of adults who aren't offended by the subject matter. If this type of material is illegal where you live, please leave now! I love all comments, feedback and conversations at [email protected] Kindly consider supporting and subscribing to me on my Patreon: (patreon.com/JockCummings) *** Please consider donating to Nifty to keep this archive free for everyone! Brandon the Teen Swimmer Chapter 8 After a grueling training session and the sky begins to darken, Brandon, drenched in sweat and breathing heavily, was gathering his gear when Coach Thompson approached him with a clipboard tucked under his arm. "Brandon, can you come to my office for a moment? I want to go over some mental strategies for the race in the next few days," Coach Thompson said, his voice calm and authoritative. Brandon nodded, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Sure thing, Coach." As they settled in the office, Brandon in the hypnosis chair, Coach Thompson cleared his throat. "Brandon, before we dive into the strategies, I wanted to touch base about your visit with Father Johnson. How did it go?" Brandon's brow furrowed, puzzled. "How did you know I... visited Father Johnson?" Coach Thompson chuckled, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Oh, Brandon, I'm quite close to Father Johnson. We share... insights from time to time. Let's just say I'm privy to most of what goes on around here." Brandon's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as the memory of his session with Father Johnson resurfaced. The vivid recollection of being bound, naked and exposed, under the old priest's meticulous touch flooded back--each caress supposedly purifying him after his multiple climaxes. The intensity of the experience had left him feeling both overwhelmed and oddly soothed, a confusing blend of emotions that he hadn't fully processed yet. Coach Thompson leaned forward, his eyes narrowing slightly as he probed deeper. "So how did the visit feel? Do you think Father Johnson helped you to... release some tension?" Brandon began, choosing his words carefully. He shifted uncomfortably, not meeting Coach Thompson's gaze even as his cock began to stir. "Father Johnson has a ...unique way of helping, I guess you could say. He believes in a sort of ...spiritual cleansing." Coach Thompson nodded, a sly smile playing on his lips. "And how does it feel, Brandon? To be so thoroughly... attended to? Does it excite you, knowing you can achieve such heights of pleasure under his guidance?" Brandon hesitated, his throat suddenly dry. "It was... different...intense?" The memory of Father Johnson's hands, lips and mouth guiding him to climax, over and over, made his cheeks burn and his cock getting harder. "And do you think this intensity translates to your swimming? Does it make you stronger, faster?" Coach Thompson's voice was coaxing and leading. "I... I think so, Coach. It's hard to explain, but everything does feel a little sharper, clearer," Brandon admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "That's what we want, Brandon. Clarity, focus. And if Father Johnson's methods are helping you achieve that, then perhaps we should explore them further. Don't you think?" Brandon took a couple of deep breaths, his expression thoughtful even as his eyes were closed in the chair. "Yes, coach." Coach Thompson placed his hands on Brandon's shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze. "Well, I believe we should explore this avenue further. Perhaps increasing the frequency of these sessions with Father Johnson could enhance your mental clarity even more. What do you think?" Brandon hesitated, the idea both intriguing and unsettling. "I... I guess it could be beneficial. But are you sure that's necessary?" Coach Thompson, annoyed at Brandon's pushback but maintaining control, stroked Brandon's hair as he answered. "Absolutely, Brandon. Your mental preparation is just as vital as your physical training. And if Father Johnson's methods are working, why not maximize their potential? I can arrange for him to be more involved in your weekly routines. It's all about giving you the best chance to succeed." Brandon felt a knot form in his stomach but pushed the feeling aside, focusing on the potential benefits. "Okay, Coach. If you think it'll help, I'm willing to try." Coach Thompson smiled, a plan forming in his mind. "Excellent decision, Brandon. I'll speak with Father Johnson immediately. We want to ensure every aspect of your training is optimized." "Thanks, Coach. I appreciate that." Meanwhile, Mr. Bunhead had been watching from afar, his eyes never straying far from Brandon's muscular form. After their encounter, the young swimmer had consumed his thoughts incessantly. Over the past few days, the obese professor had meticulously observed and stalked Brandon, memorizing his schedule and plotting ways to ingratiate himself further into the teen's life. Mr. Bunhead's jealousy of Coach Thompson's influence over Brandon was palpable. He seethed quietly in his office, his mind racing with schemes to usurp the coach's position. "Why should Thompson have all the fun?" he muttered to himself, his fingers drumming impatiently on his desk. Mr. Bunhead's resolve hardened as he watched Brandon from his concealed vantage point. The evening air was thick with the scent of chlorine and sweat, a familiar backdrop to his secret observations. As Brandon completed his laps, his powerful strokes cutting through the water, Mr. Bunhead's eyes never left him. Once training concluded, Brandon, as usual, headed towards Coach Thompson's office. Mr. Bunhead, his heart racing with anticipation, slipped into the shadows near the office door. His large frame was barely concealed, but the thrill of being so close to his object of desire overshadowed any caution. He pressed himself against the door, listening intently. The muffled voices inside the office were just within earshot. Mr. Bunhead's breathing was labored, not just from the physical exertion of his stealthy approach but also from the intense mix of envy and desire that consumed him. "Shameless Thompson..." Mr. Bunhead muttered under his breath, his fingers digging into the flesh of his arms as he strained to catch every word exchanged between Brandon and the coach. His mind raced with plans to ingratiate himself into Brandon's life, to become an indispensable part of Brandon's routine, just as Thompson had. As Mr Bunhead pressed his ear against the cool wood of the door, the muffled voices inside grew clearer; Coach Thompson's voice was low and rhythmic, a stark contrast to Brandon's more hesitant responses. "Now, Brandon, focus on my voice," Coach Thompson intoned, his words smooth and persuasive. "Your muscles relax, your mind clears, and you trust me completely." Brandon's voice was barely audible, a soft murmur of agreement. "Yes, Coach..." Mr. Bunhead's jealousy flared hotter. He clenched his fists, sweat beading on his forehead. "Hypnotizing him... that sly old fox," he whispered harshly, his mind racing with plans to intervene and claim Brandon for himself. Mr. Bunhead's envious mind churned with dark, intricate plots to weaken Coach Thompson's hold on Brandon. "One day," he murmured to himself, his voice a low growl, "I'll have that boy under my thumb, his body and the hot release of his cum at my command whenever I desire it." The thought sent a shiver of anticipation down his spine, his eyes gleaming with a predatory light as he envisioned the scenarios where he would be the one guiding Brandon's every move, every climax. Suddenly, Mr. Bunhead's mobile phone vibrated. Mr Bunhead nearly jumped out of his skin and he quickly retreated from his position outside Coach Thompson's office, waddling away as fast as his bulky frame allowed. Once at a safe distance, he answered the call, his heart still pounding from the scare. "WHAT? .....Hello?" he whispered hoarsely, trying to catch his breath. "Ah, Mr. Bunhead, it's Chen. I hope I'm not interrupting anything important." Mr. Bunhead steadied himself, adjusting his glasses. "No, no, just finishing up some work here. It's been a while! How have you been?" "Guess what Bunhead, I've just moved into the neighborhood," Mr. Chen began, his voice inviting and almost conspiratorial over the phone. "It's quite a change from my previous place, but I must say, the view here is spectacular." "Oh? That sounds lovely," Mr. Bunhead replied while walking back to his office, intrigued by the unexpected call but still flustered, making sure he wasn't noticed stalking Brandon. Mr. Chen's voice crackled through the phone, a hint of mischief in his tone. "You'd be interested to know, Bunhead, I've met some of my neighbors." Mr. Bunhead, now settled into his office, absent-mindedly glanced at the sofa where he had once savored Brandon body and drank his hot juice. His mind was still half in the past, not fully engaged in the conversation. "Oh?" Mr. Bunhead replied dismissively, distracted by his memories. "Indeed," Mr. Chen continued, his voice deliberate. "I've been getting to know some of the local talent in the college as well, particularly the swimming team. Do you happen to know any of them?" Mr. Bunhead's attention snapped fully to the conversation. His interest sharpened, his thoughts racing as he considered the implications of Mr. Chen's query. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and his mouth watered at the thought of discussing Brandon. "Well, I'm quite familiar with them, especially one particular swimmer. Why do you ask?" Mr. Chen's voice carried a hint of excitement. "It seems one of the star swimmers is my neighbor 2 doors down from me. A young man named Brandon, quite the looker." Mr. Bunhead's heart raced as the implications of Mr. Chen's words settled in. The possibility that Mr. Chen was now neighbors with Brandon, so close to the object of his obsession, sent a surge of excitement through him. His mind spun with vivid scenarios, each more enticing than the last. "Brandon, you say? Yes, I know him well. He's not just any swimmer; he's now the star of the team, breaking records left and right," Mr. Bunhead said, his voice quivering with barely contained enthusiasm. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes glazing over as he continued, "And he's also in my class! Not the best student, but always eager... willing to seek guidance." Mr. Bunhead's voice trailed off, his thoughts drifting to the private tutoring session where he enjoyed Brandon's body. "It's quite a coincidence, isn't it?" Mr. Bunhead added, trying to sound casual, though his mind was ablaze with plans. "Living so close to someone like Brandon must be... interesting." Mr. Chen's laughter carried a deeper, knowing tone through the phone, his voice laced with a shared understanding. "Indeed, it is quite invigorating," he agreed, his words slow and deliberate. "Knowing you, you'd agree with me that there's something undeniably thrilling about observing such raw talent so closely." Mr. Bunhead leaned forward in his chair, his interest piqued by Mr. Chen's subtle acknowledgment of their mutual fascination. "Absolutely, Mr. Chen. It's rare to find someone who appreciates the... finer details of athletic prowess as much as I do." "I can imagine," Mr. Chen replied, almost starting a scheme. "It must be quite something to witness firsthand, especially when it involves someone as... physically gifted as Brandon." Mr. Bunhead's heart raced at the mention of Brandon's name, his mind filling with vivid images of the young swimmer. "Indeed, it is," he admitted, his voice now coarse and desperate. "There's a certain... intensity to his training that is hard to ignore. It's almost as if one can feel the energy radiating from him." "I've noticed that too," Mr. Chen said, his tone conspiratorial. "It's as if every movement, every stroke, is charged with an electric potential. Watching him, one can't help but wonder about the untapped power within him." Mr. Bunhead nodded, though Mr. Chen couldn't see it. "Exactly my thoughts," he murmured, his mind racing with possibilities. "It's fascinating, isn't it? The way he moves, the strength he exerts... it's all very... compelling." "Compelling indeed," Mr. Chen echoed, his voice dropping to a whisper. "And to think, he's just a few doors down from me. It's almost too convenient, don't you think?" Mr. Bunhead's eyes gleamed with a mix of excitement and calculation. "Convenient indeed, Mr. Chen. There was a short pause. Mr. Chen then followed, his voice carried a knowing tone, "So, Bunhead, I take it you ...know him well?" Mr. Bunhead, realizing the potential of having Mr. Chen as an ally, leaned back in his chair, a slow smile spreading across his face as schemes zipped all over his mind. "Indeed, I do," he began, his voice nervous but deliberate. "Just a few days ago, Brandon was in my office, discussing his essay. It was during that session... well, let's just say ...things took an unexpected turn." Mr. Chen listened intently, his curiosity fully engaged. "Oh? Do tell, Bunhead. What kind of turn?" "Brandon, ever the diligent student, came to me seeking feedback on his essay grades," Mr. Bunhead began, his eyes alight with the memory. "It was a sweltering day, and I casually mentioned how warm the room felt. Suggesting it might be more comfortable, I asked him to remove his tank top." Mr. Chen leaned in, intrigued by the unfolding narrative. "And did he?" "Indeed, he did," Mr. Bunhead replied, a sly grin playing on his lips. "His muscular torso glistened slightly with sweat, making every muscle stand out in stark relief. It was... mesmerizing." Mr. Chen's voice carried a note of anticipation. "So, what happened next?" "As we discussed his essay, my hand 'accidentally' brushed against his arm," Mr. Bunhead recounted, his tone thick with desire. "I could feel the heat from his skin, the firmness of his muscles. It was intoxicating. Gradually, my 'guidance' shifted from the paper to his body." Mr. Chen's breath hitched, clearly captivated by the story. "You touched him? How did he react?" "At first, he seemed surprised, but he didn't pull away," Mr. Bunhead continued, his voice lowering to a husky whisper. " I let my hand roam over his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall as his breathing quickened. His abs were like a roadmap under my fingers, leading me lower." Mr. Chen's voice was a mix of awe and envy. "And then?" "Then, my hand found its way to the waistband of his shorts," Mr. Bunhead said, his smile widening. "I could feel the outline of his arousal, the promise of his manliness. He tensed for a moment, then relaxed, surrendering to my touch." Mr. Chen's voice dropped to a whisper, almost losing his voice with Bunhead's salacious details. "Bunhead, so you tasted him? Oh my god. How did he taste?" Mr. Bunhead licked his lips, a greedy smile spreading across his face as he recounted Brandon's hot cock and the taste of his sperm. "His essence was... intoxicating," he murmured, his eyes glazing over with the memory. "It was like nothing I've ever experienced before--rich, potent, and utterly addictive. Delicious." With this, the tacit pact between the two old perverts was sealed. Mr. Bunhead, upon realizing the potential of having Mr. Chen as an ally in his schemes, wasted no time in formulating a plan. He knew that with Mr. Chen's proximity to Brandon, they could work together to isolate the young swimmer and have him all to themselves and away from Coach Thompson's machinations. Before that phone call, Mr. Chen, Brandon's elderly neighbor, had been obsessing with the young swimmer. The elderly neighbor paced back and forth in his living room, each step fueled by fantasies of arranging another meeting with the young swimmer. Mr Chen found himself consumed by thoughts of Brandon's hot body and good looks and had spent the past few days lingering outside the walkway of their apartment complex, hoping to "bump" into Brandon, but to no avail. Despite living just two doors down, their paths hadn't crossed. Mr. Chen's days and nights were filled with fantasies of touching and tasting Brandon's flesh. He began brainstorming more ways to run into the young athlete. Perhaps he could feign a need for help with something around his apartment, or maybe he could invite Brandon over for dinner under the guise of neighborly friendliness. The possibilities swirled in his mind as he lay awake at night, his heart racing with anticipation; the idea of having Brandon in his home, under his roof, filled him with a thrilling sense of anticipation. Mr. Chen's desperation mounted with each passing day without a sighting of Brandon. As Mr. Chen's desperation to encounter Brandon grew, he found himself running out of plausible scenarios to naturally cross paths with the young swimmer. Frustrated and increasingly obsessed, he suddenly remembered his former colleague, Mr. Bunhead, who also worked at the college where Brandon was a student. He knew Mr. Bunhead shared a similar... appreciation for athletic, well-built young men like Brandon. Perhaps Mr. Bunhead had more insight or even direct access to Brandon that could benefit them both. With this newfound hope, Mr. Chen decided to call Mr. Bunhead. He paced around his living room, rehearsing what he would say as he dialed the number. The phone rang several times before Mr. Bunhead picked up, his voice slightly breathless. "Hello? Mr. Bunhead, it's Chen. I hope I'm not interrupting anything important," As Mr. Chen ended the call with Mr. Bunhead, a surge of excitement mixed with envy coursed through him. Despite his unappealing appearance and cumbersome physique, Mr. Bunhead had somehow managed to weasel himself into Brandon's private world. "That son of a gun" Mr. Chen murmured to himself, his mind buzzing with schemes. During their conversation, Mr. Bunhead had also divulged the details about Coach Thompson's hypnosis sessions with Brandon. This revelation sparked a new line of thought in Mr. Chen's plotting. The idea of manipulating Brandon's mind, guiding his thoughts and actions from behind the scenes, was incredibly alluring. It offered a way to exert control over the young swimmer without direct confrontation, a subtle yet powerful approach. Mr. Chen paced around his living room, his mind racing with possibilities. If he could somehow tap into the hypnotic influence that Coach Thompson wielded over Brandon, he might be able to steer the young man's actions to his own ends. The thrill of such clandestine power excited him, fueling his determination to act on this new plan. Determined not to be outdone by all the other old perverts in Brandon's life, Mr. Chen paced around his living room, his thoughts consumed by the desire to encounter Brandon in the most natural yet advantageous way possible. He knew that proximity was his greatest asset; after all, he lived just two doors down from the young swimmer. Mr. Chen decided it was time to act. He couldn't rely on chance encounters anymore. He needed a strategy, a plan that would ensure Brandon would come to him. The idea of having Brandon in his own home, under his control, sent shivers of anticipation down his spine. The next morning, Mr. Chen rose early, his resolve steeled. He spent the morning preparing his apartment, making sure it was immaculate yet inviting. He brewed a fresh pot of coffee, its aroma filling the air, and set out some pastries on a tray, creating an atmosphere of casual hospitality. Mr. Chen, who rarely engaged in overt stalking, found himself by his window more often than usual, observing the comings and goings of his neighbors. He watched as Ms. Tanaka, Brandon's mother, elegantly made her way to work first thing in the morning, even though it was the weekend. The morning routine of the apartment complex was a mundane ballet and Mr Chen wants its star performer. Just as Mr. Chen was about to give up and step away from the window, his heart skipped a beat. There, emerging from his apartment, was Brandon. Dressed in his athletic gear, the fabric clinging to his muscular frame, he looked every bit the star athlete he was. The sight of him sent a jolt of anticipation through Mr. Chen. It was clear that Brandon was heading out for another grueling training session, his dedication evident in the determined set of his handsome face. Mr. Chen, his heart pounding with anticipation, grabbed the watering can he had strategically placed by the door earlier. He timed his exit perfectly, stepping out just as Brandon was about to pass by his apartment. The young swimmer, absorbed in his thoughts and the rhythm of his morning routine, didn't notice Mr. Chen until they collided. As they bumped into each other, Mr. Chen dramatically threw his watering can over Brandon and fell to the floor. Before he realized what had happened, Brandon ran into Mr. Chen and was shocked at the old man suddenly appearing. The watering can spilled all over Brandon, soaking him and leaving him dripping wet. Mr. Chen stayed on the floor, pretending to be hurt and slightly distressed. "Oh dear, I'm so sorry!" he exclaimed, wincing as if in pain. "I didn't see you there, young man." Brandon, feeling guilty and shocked, quickly knelt down beside Mr. Chen. "Oh no! I'm so sorry! Are you okay, sir? I'm so sorry," he said, concern etched on his face. "I think I might have hurt my hip," Mr. Chen replied, his voice quivering slightly. "Could you help me up?" Without hesitation, Brandon gently helped Mr. Chen to his feet. "Let's get you inside first," he suggested, supporting the older man as they slowly made their way into Mr. Chen's apartment. As Brandon helped Mr. Chen into his apartment, he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of guilt. "I'm really sorry, Mr. Chen. Maybe we should call a doctor?" he suggested, his voice laced with concern as he supported the older man's weight. Mr. Chen waved off the suggestion, grimacing slightly for effect. "No, no, I think I just need to lie down. Could you help me to my bedroom?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with a hidden agenda. Brandon nodded, his soaked clothes sticking uncomfortably to his skin. "Of course, let's get you to bed," he said, carefully guiding Mr. Chen through the familiar yet subtly altered space of the apartment. Once in the bedroom, Mr. Chen sat on the edge of his bed, glanced at Brandon's wet attire and feigned a chuckle. "You're making me and my floor wet, young man. Why don't you take off those wet clothes? I can lend you something dry to wear." Brandon's face flushed with embarrassment as he realized he was only wearing his swimming shorts, without any underwear. "Um, actually, I don't have anything on under these," he stammered, looking around awkwardly. "I can't really take them off." Mr. Chen's eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, his disappointment quickly turning into a sly grin. "Oh, don't worry about that, Brandon. Just take off those wet clothes. I'll get you a towel," he said, his voice smooth and reassuring. Brandon hesitated, the damp fabric clinging uncomfortably to his skin. "Are you sure? I mean, I don't want to be any trouble," he replied, his discomfort evident in his tone. "Absolutely, no trouble at all," Mr. Chen insisted, gesturing at a chest of drawers. "Here, open the first drawer. You'll find some towels there. Grab one for yourself." As Brandon approached the drawer, he pulled it open to reveal a stack of towels. To his surprise, they were unusually small, barely large enough to wrap around his waist. He couldn't help but wonder how these tiny towels could possibly suffice for someone with a pot belly like Mr. Chen. Nevertheless, he picked one up, feeling the soft fabric between his fingers. "This will have to do for now," Brandon murmured, draping the towel around his hips, the ends barely meeting. He glanced at Mr. Chen, who was watching him with an unreadable expression. "Thank you, Mr. Chen." Mr. Chen nodded, his eyes lingering on Brandon's exposed torso. "You're welcome, Brandon. Now, let's make sure you're comfortable while we sort out your clothes." Brandon hesitated for a moment, then decided to trust Mr. Chen's judgment. He quickly peeled off his wet tank top and shorts, leaving them in a heap on the floor, and wrapped the towel securely around his waist, covering himself from the waist down. "Thanks, Mr. Chen. I'm really sorry about just now," he said, his voice tinged with guilt as he stood there, now only clad in the towel. "Don't worry, Brandon," Mr. Chen replied, his gaze briefly tracing over the young swimmer's muscular, exposed torso. Brandon, feeling a mix of awkwardness and concern, stood by the bed, his muscular frame mostly exposed except for the small towel draped around his waist. Mr. Chen, seated on the edge of the bed, continued to feign discomfort from his hip, which he claimed was injured during their collision. "Brandon, could you help me get more comfortable? I think if I lie down properly, it might ease the pain," Mr. Chen suggested, his voice laced with a hint of urgency that made Brandon feel even more responsible. Without hesitation, Brandon moved closer, his movements cautious as he didn't want to cause further discomfort. "Of course, Mr. Chen. How can I help?" he asked, his brow furrowed in concentration. Mr. Chen gestured towards the pillows behind him. "Perhaps if you could adjust these pillows so I can lean back comfortably? It would really help," he explained, watching Brandon closely. Brandon nodded, bending over to rearrange the pillows. As he did, the towel around his waist loosened slightly, revealing more of his toned physique. Unaware of the slip, Brandon focused on making Mr. Chen comfortable. "Is this better?" he asked, stepping back to assess his work. Mr. Chen, taking advantage of the situation, subtly shifted his seating position to be closer to Brandon who was bent over the bed adjusting the pillows, his muscular frame tantalisingly brushing Mr Chen's pudgy one. "A bit more to the right, please. Yes, just like that," he directed, his voice calm but his eyes keenly observing every inch of Brandon's exposed skin. Once satisfied with the pillow arrangement, Mr. Chen leaned back and sat upright, sighing as if relieved. "Thank you, Brandon. You've been very helpful. I appreciate your kindness," he said, his tone warm and appreciative. Brandon smiled, relieved that he could assist. "I'm glad I could help, Mr. Chen. If there's anything else you need, just let me know," he offered, still feeling somewhat uneasy about the situation but willing to do what he could to make amends. As Brandon stood there, the weight of the situation began to sink in. He glanced at the clock on the wall, realizing that he was already late for his training session. The guilt over Mr. Chen's supposed injury gnawed at him, making it impossible for him to simply leave. Mr. Chen, sensing Brandon's internal conflict, decided to exploit the young man's sense of responsibility. "Brandon, I understand you must be eager to get to your training, but I'm really not feeling well," he said, feigning a pained expression. "Would you mind staying just a little longer? I might need some help getting up later." Brandon hesitated, torn between his commitment to his training and his concern for Mr. Chen. "I... I don't want to leave you in pain, Mr. Chen. But my coach is very strict about punctuality," he explained, his voice laced with anxiety. Seeing an opportunity to further entangle Brandon in his web, Mr. Chen quickly interjected, "Perhaps you could call your coach and explain the situation? I'm sure he would understand given the circumstances." Mr. Chen, observing Brandon's hesitation, suggested gently, "Why don't you sit here by the bed while you make your call? It might be more comfortable for you." He patted the spot next to him, his eyes never leaving Brandon's face. Brandon, feeling a mix of gratitude and unease, nodded and perched on the edge of the bed, pulling out his phone. As he dialed Coach Thompson's number, Mr. Chen placed a comforting hand on his back, or so it seemed. However, the touch soon turned into a gentle caress that moved slowly up and down Brandon's back, each stroke deliberate and lingering. "Take your time, Brandon," Mr. Chen murmured, his voice soft yet laced with an undercurrent of something darker. His heart pounded as the call connected. "Coach, it's Brandon," he began, his voice tense. "I had an accident on my way to training. I bumped into Mr. Chen, our neighbor, and he seems to be hurt. I can't leave him alone." Coach Thompson's voice came through, stern but understanding. "What happened, exactly? Is he badly injured?" Brandon explained the situation, emphasizing Mr. Chen's discomfort and his own reluctance to leave without ensuring the older man was okay. "He's in quite a bit of pain, Coach. I feel responsible." There was a pause on the line before Coach Thompson responded, his tone softening slightly. "And where exactly are you now, Brandon?" As Brandon spoke, his voice tinged with embarrassment, Mr. Chen subtly increased the pressure of his hand on Brandon's back, continuing his gentle caresses. With a deft and seemingly casual movement, Mr. Chen reached over and unhooked the end of the towel that was loosely tied around Brandon's waist, causing the fabric to loosen further. "I'm at Mr. Chen's apartment, helping him get comfortable. I'm actually just in a towel because I got soaked when we collided," Brandon admitted, his focus on the conversation with Coach Thompson making him oblivious to Mr. Chen's actions. Coach Thompson's interest piqued at the mention of Brandon being in a towel at an old man's house. A devious thought crossed his mind. "Well, Brandon, it sounds like you're in a delicate situation. It's important to take care of your neighbors. Maybe this is a good opportunity for you to... bond with Mr. Chen." Brandon was surprised by the suggestion. "Bond, Coach? How do you mean?" "I mean, perhaps you should spend more time there, help him out. It's not every day you get such a chance to connect with someone so... intimately," Coach Thompson said, his voice laced with a subtle undertone. Brandon frowned, unsure of how to respond. "I... I guess I could stay a bit longer, make sure he's alright." "Exactly, Brandon. And who knows? This might even benefit you in ways you haven't considered yet. Sometimes, these unexpected situations lead to... new experiences," Coach Thompson hinted, his mind racing with possibilities. "New experiences?" Brandon echoed, puzzled but trusting his coach's judgment. "Yes, Brandon. Think of it as an extension of your training. Learning to adapt and handle different scenarios. You never know what you might learn from Mr. Chen," Coach Thompson continued, encouragingly. Brandon nodded, though Coach Thompson couldn't see it. "Okay, Coach. I'll stay and help Mr. Chen. Thanks for understanding." "Of course, Brandon. Just remember, make up the missed training later. And maybe report back to me about your... experiences," Coach Thompson added, his voice dripping with implication. As Brandon ended the call, he turned back to Mr. Chen, who watched him with keen interest. "Coach says it's okay for me to stay, but I have to make up for the missed training later," he informed Mr. Chen. Mr. Chen nodded, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. "Thank you, Brandon. I really appreciate your help," he said, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. Mr. Chen then feigned a sudden thirst. "Could you fetch me a glass of ice water, please? My throat is parched," he requested, his voice laced with a hint of urgency. Brandon, eager to be of further assistance and to get out of an uncomfortable situation, nodded quickly. "Of course, I'll be right back," he said, standing up from the bed. As he did, the towel that had been loosely secured around his waist, thanks to Mr. Chen's earlier manipulation, suddenly slipped and fell to the floor. Startled, Brandon instinctively reached down to grab the towel, inadvertently exposing himself completely in the process. His face flushed with embarrassment as he hastily tried to cover himself again. Mr. Chen, however, raised a hand to stop him. "No need for that, Brandon," he said, his voice firm yet gentle. "Accidents happen, and there's no harm done. Besides, no one else is here to see us. You can relax." He gestured for the towel to remain on the floor. "In fact, it might be more comfortable for you to just let go of the towel. It's only us here, after all." Brandon hesitated, clutching the towel uncertainly. The idea of being naked in front of Mr. Chen made him uneasy, but the older man's insistence and the logic of his words made it difficult to refuse. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Absolutely," Mr. Chen reassured him, his eyes holding a warmth that belied the thrill of control coursing through him. "I promise you, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. In fact, it might help you feel more at ease, less restricted." After a moment's hesitation, Brandon slowly released the towel, letting it drop back to the floor. Standing there naked, he felt vulnerable but strangely liberated under Mr. Chen's approving gaze. "Okay," he murmured, trying to convince himself that this was just another part of helping out a neighbor in need. Mr. Chen smiled, pleased with how events were unfolding. "There, that wasn't so bad, was it? Now, let's get that water for me, and then we can discuss what other help I might need today." As Brandon entered the room, the glass of iced water in hand, he noticed that Mr. Chen had changed his position and now sitting on the edge of the bed again, a move that seemed both sudden and deliberate. Brandon, still naked and self-conscious, approached cautiously, his muscles tensing under the older man's steady gaze. "Here you go, Mr. Chen," Brandon said, extending the glass towards him, his voice tinged with a mix of awkwardness and the remnants of embarrassment. Mr. Chen took the glass, his eyes never straying from Brandon's exposed form. "Thank you, Brandon. You really are too kind," he remarked, his tone smooth and laced with an undercurrent of something deeper. As Brandon stood there, his naked form casting a shadow over the bed, he felt a mix of confusion and discomfort. Mr. Chen, with a sly smile, reached into the glass of iced water and pulled out an ice cube. He held it up, letting the cool moisture glisten in the light before slowly bringing it to Brandon's chest. The cold sensation against his warm skin made Brandon flinch slightly, but he didn't move away. Instead, he watched, wide-eyed, as Mr. Chen seductively slid the ice cube over his pecs, circling around each nipple, causing them to harden under the chill. "Mr. ..Mr Chen, what are you doing?" Brandon asked, his voice a mix of shock and curiosity. Mr. Chen looked up at him, the ice cube still in his grasp, now dripping down Brandon's torso. "Just think of this as another way to adapt, Brandon," he said, his voice calm yet charged with an underlying intensity. "Your Coach Thompson talked about adapting to different situations, didn't he? Consider this part of your... training." Brandon's brow furrowed, trying to process the situation. "Adapting? But how is this--" Brandon's mind raced, torn between his ingrained sense of duty towards his training and the strange allure of Mr. Chen's words. He remembered the advice from Coach Thompson and Father Johnson, about allowing these encounters, about how they were somehow beneficial to him. It was confusing, but the echoes of their voices in his head made it seem almost logical. His nipples were stiff under the older man's touch, and a flush spread across his chest, burning through the ice cube. Mr. Chen's gaze locked with Brandon's, his eyes piercing deep into the young swimmer's psyche. He leaned forward from his seated position on the bed, his voice firm yet delicate as he spoke. "Brandon, you need to understand this: you will place your full trust in me. It's essential, for both of us," he stated, each word carrying a weight that demanded obedience. Mr. Chen's hands continued their deliberate journey down Brandon's abdomen, each touch imbued with a silent command. "You will let go of your doubts, Brandon. You want me to guide you through this," he murmured, his voice low and compelling. The subtle authority in his tone seemed to resonate with something deep within Brandon, who found himself inexplicably drawn to comply with these quiet commands that he somehow wanted to partake in. Brandon took a deep breath, his body tense yet tingling with an unfamiliar sense of control. Memories of Mr. Bunhead's earlier encounter flickered through his mind, the thrill of being desired and worshipped resonating within him. Part of him still wanted to flee, to reject this unexpected and increasingly intimate situation, but another part--influenced by both Coach Thompson's and Father Johnson's teachings--urged him to embrace it. He felt a surge of empowerment, a notion that he himself craved this attention, this worship. With a deliberate motion, Brandon slowly lowered his hand from his cock, exposing himself fully to Mr. Chen's gaze. The vulnerability was palpable, yet there was a defiant edge to his actions, as if he were claiming sovereignty over his own desires. "I... I guess this is what you want," he murmured, his voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside him. "Yes, Brandon. Good boy," Mr. Chen praised, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he continued his gentle assault on Brandon's senses, pushing him further into uncharted territory. Mr. Chen's eyes sparkled with a mix of anticipation and triumph as he watched Brandon's internal struggle. Sensing the young man's wavering resolve, he decided to push further, his voice smooth and commanding. "Now, Brandon, put your arms behind your head and flex for me," he instructed, his tone leaving no room for refusal. Brandon hesitated, his thoughts a tumultuous whirl of confusion and an unsettling sense of submission. With a deep, steadying breath, he slowly raised his arms, locking them behind his head in a pose that accentuated the sculpted lines of his physique. As he flexed, his biceps bulged impressively, each muscle defined and taut under the scrutiny of Mr. Chen's gaze. The ripple of his pectorals and the subtle curve of his abs were now fully exposed, each contour highlighted by the soft light filtering through the room. Mr. Chen's eyes widened with unabashed lust, devouring every inch of Brandon's displayed body. His gaze lingered on the swell of Brandon's biceps, then traced down the firm planes of his chest to the enticing adonis V-shape of his hips. A predatory smile played on Mr. Chen's lips as he took in the sight, his breathing quickening with each passing second. The air between them charged with an electric tension, Mr. Chen's hands itched with the desire to explore further, to touch and claim the young man's body as his own. Mr. Chen leaned forward, his excitement palpable as he prepared to indulge in the intimate exploration of Brandon's body. He began by gently licking around the edges of Brandon's armpits, his tongue delicately tracing the contours of the sensitive skin. The older man inhaled deeply, savoring the unique scent that emanated from Brandon--a potent mix of sweat and the lingering freshness of a morning shower. "Such a strong, masculine smell," Mr. Chen murmured appreciatively, his voice thick with desire as he allowed himself to be enveloped by the intoxicating aroma. As he continued, Mr. Chen's tongue ventured further, exploring the subtle crevices and valleys of Brandon's underarms. Each lick was deliberate, designed to heighten the sensory experience for both of them. The warmth of his breath and the wetness of his tongue sent shivers down Brandon's spine, eliciting a mix of discomfort and an unexpected thrill. Mr. Chen's eyes never left Brandon's face, watching for any signs of resistance or pleasure, ready to adjust his approach accordingly. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to taste you like this," Mr. Chen whispered, his voice husky with lust. His hands moved to gently cup Brandon's biceps, squeezing lightly as if to gauge their strength and firmness. "Every muscle, every drop of sweat... it's all so incredibly alluring." Brandon, caught in the web of Mr. Chen's advances, felt his body respond involuntarily. Despite his initial reluctance, the sensations were undeniable. His nipples betrayed his arousal as the combination of Mr. Chen's words and actions created a confusing blend of emotions within him, pulling him deeper into the vortex of submission and pleasure. As he continued, Mr. Chen's licks became more deliberate, tracing patterns along Brandon's skin as he moved lower, towards his chest. Each stroke of his tongue sent shivers down Brandon's spine, causing him to tense involuntarily. Despite his initial reluctance, there was an undeniable thrill in this new form of attention, even if it came from an unexpected source. Reaching Brandon's nipples, Mr. Chen paused, his eyes locking onto the young man's face. He observed a blend of discomfort and intrigue etched there, which only fueled his determination. With a sly smile, he lowered his head and began to gently circle one nipple with the tip of his tongue, causing it to stiffen under his ministrations. Brandon inhaled sharply, his body responding involuntarily to the unfamiliar sensation, a complex wave of emotions washing over him. "You see, Brandon," Mr. Chen murmured, his voice a low, seductive whisper as he switched his attention to the other nipple, this time giving it a playful pinch before resuming his gentle licks. "It's not so bad when you allow yourself to experience these sensations. In fact, it can be quite... exhilarating." As he continued to tease and tweak Brandon's nipples, alternating between soft licks and gentle pinches, Mr. Chen kept up a steady stream of commentary, each word designed to coax and reassure. "Your body is responding beautifully, Brandon. Just let go and feel. Embrace the pleasure I'm giving you. It's all part of understanding your own strength and sensitivity." Brandon's breath hitched as Mr. Chen's skilled manipulations sent ripples of sensation through his chest, down to his abdomen, and pooling lower still. Despite his initial resistance, the thrill of being so intimately attended to by Mr. Chen began to override his reservations. The older man's words, combined with his actions, created a potent mix that was slowly eroding Brandon's defenses. "That's it, Brandon. Good boy," Mr. Chen praised, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he watched the young swimmer's reactions. "You're doing wonderfully. Just relax and enjoy the ride." Mr. Chen, his eyes alight with a predatory gleam, gently guided Brandon to lie down on the bed, instructing him to keep his arms behind his head. This position not only exposed his armpits but also accentuated the muscular contours of his chest and abdomen. "Perfect, just like that," Mr. Chen murmured, his voice thick with anticipation as he leaned in closer. As Brandon complied, lying there naked and vulnerable, Mr. Chen resumed his exploration, deeply inhaling the scent of Brandon's pits before lavishing them with long, slow licks. Each stroke of his tongue was deliberate, savoring every nuance of the young man's scent and taste. Meanwhile, one hand found its way to Brandon's nipple, tweaking it gently between thumb and forefinger, while the other cupped and massaged his balls, applying just enough pressure to elicit a response without causing discomfort. Mr. Chen, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous light, reached for his mobile phone while continuing to lavish attention on Brandon's exposed body. With a few swift taps, he initiated a video call to Mr. Bunhead, who answered almost immediately, his face appearing on the screen with an eager expression. "Hello, Bunhead," Mr. Chen greeted, his voice smooth and laced with a hint of triumph as he positioned the phone on the bedside so that both he and Brandon were in view. "I thought you might like to see what I'm up to with our young swimmer friend here." Brandon's eyes widened in shock as he saw Mr. Bunhead's face appear on the screen. "Mr. Bunhead? What's going on?" he stammered, his body tensing involuntarily under Mr. Chen's continued ministrations. "Ah, Brandon, my boy! It seems you've found yourself in quite the... educational situation," Mr. Bunhead chuckled, his eyes darting eagerly over the scene before him. "Mr. Chen has always been quite the mentor when it comes to exploring new experiences." Mr. Chen smiled, his hands continuing their gentle caresses across Brandon's chest and abdomen. "Indeed, Bunhead. And I thought you, of all people, would appreciate the progress we're making here. After all, you've had your own... encounter with our young athlete." Brandon's confusion deepened, his mind racing to process the implications of being discussed so openly by these two men. Mr. Bunhead leaned closer to the camera, his expression one of feigned concern mixed with undisguised lust. "Now, now, Brandon. There's no need to be alarmed. Think of this as an extension of your training, just like Coach Thompson suggested. We're merely helping you explore different facets of your potential." Mr. Chen nodded, his gaze never leaving Brandon's face. "Exactly, Brandon. Both Mr. Bunhead and I have only your best interests at heart. This is all about enhancing your performance, in every sense of the word." Brandon swallowed hard, the weight of their words pressing down on him. "But why... why involve Mr. Bunhead in this? Why show him what's happening?" Mr. Chen's smile widened, a predatory glint in his eyes. "Because, Brandon, sharing experiences can be just as enlightening as experiencing them yourself. And besides, Mr. Bunhead has valuable insights to offer. Don't you, Bunhead?" Mr. Bunhead's eyes sparkled with excitement, his voice eager. "Absolutely, Mr Chen. I've seen firsthand how receptive Brandon can be to guidance." Brandon felt trapped, caught in a web spun from his own trust and the manipulations of those around him. His body remained exposed, vulnerable under Mr. Chen's touch, while his mind grappled with the reality of the situation. "I... I don't know what to say. This is all so unexpected." Mr. Chen leaned in, his voice soothing yet firm. "Just relax, Brandon. Let us guide you through this. You'll understand soon enough. Won't he, Bunhead?" "Indeed, Mr Chen. Just go with it, Brandon. We only want to worship you," Mr. Bunhead almost pleaded, his eyes never leaving the screen, drinking in every detail of Brandon's predicament. Mr. Chen chuckled softly, straddled Brandon, his hip miraculously recovered, held Brandons arms over his head and gently suckled on one of Brandon's nipples, causing the young man to gasp slightly. The sound of Brandon's involuntary response seemed to heighten the tension in the room, as well as the connection through the phone. "Just giving Brandon here a little... attention. You should know," Mr. Chen said, his tone teasing yet assertive. Brandon, caught in the unexpected situation, felt a rush of embarrassment and confusion. The realization that Mr. Bunhead was now involved, watching from afar, added another layer of complexity to his already tumultuous emotions. His body tensed under Mr. Chen's ministrations, unsure of how to react to this new level of exposure and intrusion. "Enjoying the show, Bunhead?" Mr. Chen asked, his voice dripping with a mix of amusement and dominance as he continued to tease Brandon's sensitive skin, each touch calculated to elicit a reaction. Mr. Bunhead, unable to tear his gaze away from the live feed, nodded slowly, his mind racing with thoughts of how he could insert himself into this scenario more directly. "Yes, Mr Chen. This is... fascinating. Keep going," he urged, his voice low and filled with anticipation. Brandon, caught off guard by the sudden intimacy and the realization that Mr. Bunhead was watching, felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him. He tried to protest, but the words caught in his throat as Mr. Chen continued his ministrations. Mr. Bunhead, seeing the scene unfold, felt a mix of awe and envy. "It looks like you're really taking care of him. How does he look?" "He looks magnificent," Mr. Chen replied, his voice thick with desire as he alternated between sucking and gently biting Brandon's nipples. "So strong and yet so vulnerable right now. It's quite the sight." Brandon's mind raced, trying to process the situation. The humiliation of being exposed and manipulated while someone else watched was overwhelming, yet there was an undeniable thrill in the taboo nature of the act. Mr. Bunhead's voice came through the phone, tinged with envy. "You lucky dog, Mr Chen. Make sure you savor every moment. And maybe, just maybe, you could share some details later?" "Of course, Bunhead. We'll have plenty to discuss," Mr. Chen assured him, his focus never wavering from Brandon's increasingly aroused state. "Now, let me continue showing our young friend here how much we appreciate his talents." As Mr. Chen resumed his intimate attentions, he glanced at the phone displaying Mr. Bunhead's eager face and then back at Brandon. "Do you like being watched, Brandon?" he asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and seduction. "Your cock certainly thinks so." Brandon's face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal as he realized his body's involuntary response to the situation. The sight of Mr. Bunhead watching only added to the surreal intensity of the moment, leaving him feeling more exposed and conflicted than ever before. Mr. Chen, with a sly grin, subtly repositioned the camera to capture an unobstructed view of Brandon's erect penis. The young swimmer's uncut cock was truly a sight to behold--a robust 7 inches in length, with ample girth that showcased each prominent vein along its length. The foreskin partially covered the head, adding a layer of sensitivity and allure. As Mr. Chen's pudgy hand encircled it, there was barely any space left between his fingers, testament to the sheer thickness of Brandon's member. The tip of Brandon's cock glistened with precum, a clear droplet forming at the slit and threatening to spill over. The moisture added a sheen to his flushed skin, highlighting the contrast between the tender pink of his glans and the deeper hue of his shaft. Each involuntary twitch of his erection seemed to draw more attention to this intimate detail, making it impossible for anyone watching to look away. Mr. Chen's touch was deliberate and lingering, his thumb gently rubbing over the precum-slicked tip as if savoring the texture and warmth of Brandon's arousal. "Such a beautiful specimen," he murmured, his voice low and appreciative as he continued to explore every inch of Brandon's exposed desire. "Look closely, Bunhead," Mr. Chen said, his voice laced with pride as he showcased Brandon's manhood. "This is what we've been talking about." On the other end of the line, Mr. Bunhead's breath hitched audibly. "Incredible... just look at that veiny shaft. It's practically pulsing with life." Brandon, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal, shifted uncomfortably but couldn't tear his eyes away from the screen. He watched as Mr. Chen reached out, his fingers wrapping gently around the base of his cock, causing it to throb even more noticeably under the older man's touch. "See how responsive he is?" Mr. Chen continued, his tone almost reverential as he traced a finger along one particularly prominent vein. "Each vein tells a story of his strength and vitality." Mr. Bunhead's voice was filled with awe. "Absolutely mesmerizing, Mr Chen. You were right; this is truly something special." Brandon's face flushed deeper as he listened to their conversation, the focus on his most private parts making him feel exposed yet strangely empowered. He cleared his throat nervously, trying to find his voice amidst the intense scrutiny. "It feels... strange having you both look at me like this," Brandon admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty. Mr. Chen chuckled softly, giving Brandon's cock a gentle squeeze before releasing it. "Embrace it, Brandon. This is all part of understanding your own power and allure." Mr. Chen continued, his fingers tracing light patterns down Brandon's chest. "It's quite the turn-on, isn't it? Knowing someone else is admiring your strength and vulnerability. It's a powerful feeling." "Look at how your body responds," Mr. Chen murmured, his eyes fixed on Brandon's hardening cock. "You can't deny the pleasure in this exposure. It's all part of understanding yourself, Brandon. " Mr. Chen's commentary and the presence of the camera seemed to heighten every sensation, pushing Brandon further into uncharted territory. Mr. Chen, with a sly grin, shifted his position to kneel between Brandon's legs, his eyes never leaving the camera that connected him to Mr. Bunhead. "Now, Brandon," he purred, "let's give Mr. Bunhead a real show, shall we?" Brandon's heart raced as he watched Mr. Chen lean down, his mouth inching closer to his erect cock. The anticipation was palpable, and despite his initial reluctance, a part of him was curious about how this would feel. "Mr. Bunhead, are you watching closely?" Mr. Chen asked, his voice muffled slightly as he took the head of Brandon's cock into his mouth. On the other end of the line, Mr. Bunhead's was gasping. "Oh, I'm watching, Mr Chen. This is... incredible." Brandon, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal, found himself unable to look away from the camera. He could almost feel Mr. Bunhead's gaze on him, intensifying the sensation of Mr. Chen's warm, wet mouth enveloping him. "Talk to Mr. Bunhead, Brandon," Mr. Chen instructed, his voice thick with desire as he began to bob his head up and down, taking more of Brandon's length with each movement. "Tell him how it feels." Brandon's voice was shaky, filled with a mix of emotions. "It feels... intense," he admitted, his eyes locked on the camera. "I can't believe you're watching this, Mr. Bunhead." Mr. Bunhead's voice came through the phone, tinged with excitement. "Believe it, Brandon. And let me tell you, it's quite the sight. You are truly a champion." Mr. Chen increased his pace, his hand gripping the base of Brandon's cock while his mouth worked expertly. "That's it, Brandon. Keep talking. Let Mr. Bunhead know what you're feeling." "It's... overwhelming," Brandon managed to say, his breath hitching as Mr. Chen hit a particularly sensitive spot. "But there's something... thrilling about it." "See, Brandon? There's power in your vulnerability," Mr. Chen murmured, pulling back slightly to speak before diving back down. "Embrace it. Let yourself go." As Mr. Chen continued his skilled ministrations, Brandon's voice wavered with each gasp and moan, the sound carrying through the room and into the phone held by Mr. Bunhead. The camera captured every moment, intensifying the surreal experience for both Brandon and the eager spectator. "Brandon, you must feel so alive right now," Mr. Bunhead's voice crackled through the speaker, his tone laced with envy and desperation. "To have Mr. Chen's attention like this... it's something else." Brandon, caught in the whirlwind of sensations, responded hesitantly, "It's... intense, Mr. Bunhead. I can't quite explain it." Mr. Bunhead's breathing was audible, heavy with lust. "I can only imagine, Brandon. Seeing you like this, it's... intoxicating. You're letting yourself go, aren't you? Giving in to the pleasure?" "I... I am sir," Brandon admitted, his voice shaky as Mr. Chen's mouth worked expertly on him. Mr. Bunhead's voice grew more urgent, his desire palpable. "That's it, Brandon. Let us see how much you can take. How much you can enjoy." Brandon's eyes flicked to the camera, feeling the weight of Mr. Bunhead's gaze. "I never thought... I'd be doing this, especially not with someone watching." "But isn't it exciting?" Mr. Bunhead pressed, his voice a mix of encouragement and raw need. "Knowing I'm here, unable to touch but so desperate to be part of what you're feeling. It adds to the thrill, doesn't it?" Brandon swallowed hard, the reality of the situation sinking in deeper. "Yes, sir it does. .." Mr. Chen, sensing the conversation's impact on Brandon, increased his efforts, causing Brandon to arch his back slightly. "Tell Mr. Bunhead how my mouth feels on you." "It's... warm," Brandon managed to say, his breath hitching. "And wet. It feels... good, Mr. Bunhead." Mr. Bunhead groaned softly, the sound conveying his longing. "You have no idea how much I wish I were there, Brandon. To see it, to feel it... to maybe even join in. Keep talking, let me live vicariously through your words." Brandon, caught between the physical pleasure and the emotional turmoil, continued, "He's... he's really good at this, Mr. Bunhead. arghhhh" "That's it, Brandon. Give in to it. Let yourself feel everything," Mr. Bunhead urged, his voice thick with emotion. "This is about exploring your limits, testing your boundaries. And I'm here, cheering you on, even if from a distance." As the intensity of the situation escalated, Brandon's mind struggled to keep up with the physical sensations. Mr. Chen's skilled mouth and deft hands as well as the knowledge of being watched by Mr. Bunhead created a potent mix that was both thrilling and deeply unsettling. "Mr. Chen, I... I think I'm going to..." Brandon's voice faltered as he felt the pressure building within him, his body tensing in anticipation of release. Mr. Chen, sensing Brandon's impending climax, pulled back slightly, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "It's okay, Brandon. Let it happen. Show Mr. Bunhead how much you've enjoying this." Through the phone, Mr. Bunhead's voice crackled with excitement. "Yes, Brandon! Feed Mr. Chen your hot swimmer seed. Choke him with your cum!" Brandon's breath hitched, his body tensing as he felt the surge of pleasure building. "I... I'm cumming!!!!," he gasped, his voice strained with the effort to contain his impending release. Through the phone, Mr. Bunhead's voice urged him on, filled with a mix of envy and excitement. "Yes, Brandon! Give in to it. We want to see you cum!" With a strangled cry, Brandon surrendered to the inevitable, his body arching off the bed as he climaxed. His face contorted in pleasure and relief; each spurt of his release was accompanied by a grunt, not just for himself but also Mr. Chen and the eager eyes of Mr. Bunhead watching through the phone. The act of giving in to their desires added an extra layer of intensity to his orgasm, leaving him shuddering and spent. As the waves of his orgasm subsided, Brandon lay there, panting heavily, his body covered in a sheen of sweat. Mr. Chen gently wiped his mouth, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he looked at the camera. "Did you enjoy the show, Bunhead?" On the other end of the line, Mr. Bunhead's response was eager. "Absolutely, Mr Chen. That was... something else. Well done." With that, Mr Chen ended the call, promising to meet Mr Bunhead soon. Mr. Chen turned his attention back to Brandon, who was slowly coming back to himself, the reality of what had just happened beginning to sink in. "You did wonderfully, Brandon. How do you feel?" Brandon, still catching his breath, managed a weak smile. "I... I don't know. It was intense. I didn't expect any of this." As Brandon sat up, still reeling from the intensity of his climax, Mr. Chen's hands gently caressed his shoulders, offering a comforting yet possessive touch. "Brandon," he murmured, his voice soft yet commanding, "your cum is delicious. It's important that you feed it to me regularly, anytime you feel the need. After all, we are neighbors." Brandon looked at Mr. Chen, confusion and surprise flickering in his eyes. The older man's words were direct and unexpected, leaving him unsure of how to respond. Yet, there was a part of him that felt compelled to agree, influenced by the recent events and the guidance of those he trusted. Mr. Chen continued, his gaze intense. "And remember, both Mr. Bunhead and I will continue to guide you, to be there for you in any way you need, especially with your studies. We're here to assist you, Brandon." Swallowing hard, Brandon nodded slowly, his mind still processing the implications of Mr. Chen's words. "I... I understand," he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper. Despite the strangeness of the request, he found himself agreeing, drawn in by the sense of support and the unspoken promise of further experiences under their tutelage. Mr. Chen smiled, pleased with Brandon's acquiescence. "Good boy. You're learning to embrace these moments, to see them as opportunities for growth. That's very important." He helped Brandon to his feet, guiding him towards the ensuite bathroom. "Now, let's get you cleaned up and ready for whatever comes next." Brandon felt a mix of relief and apprehension, knowing that his relationship with Mr. Chen and Mr. Bunhead had taken a significant turn. Yet, there was also a strange sense of anticipation, a curiosity about where this new path might lead him. I love all comments, feedback and conversations at [email protected] Kindly consider supporting and subscribing to me on my Patreon: (patreon.com/JockCummings) </[email protected]> </div></div>
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Date: Fri, 28 Jun 2024 16:11:25 +0000 From: Jock Cummings Subject: Brandon the Teen Swimmer Chapter 5 Brandon is a muscular teen swimmer. His teacher and coach, Mr Thompson is an ugly chubby old man who always encourages Brandon to welcome the lusts and desires of old men. This chapter, Brandon meets his new neighbor Mr Chen, who immediately has his desires on the athlete. Brandon also flaunts his skimpy swimwear in the pool and attracts a bunch of perverts. --- The author copyrights this story, with permission for posting on the Nifty Archive. It may not be copied to another website without prior approval from the author. This story is fiction. Any actual locations, events, or other entities have been completely fictionalized. Any similarities to real people are purely coincidental. The story involves gay sex between older and younger individuals. It was written solely for the reading pleasure of adults who aren't offended by the subject matter. If this type of material is illegal where you live, please leave now! I love all comments, feedback and conversations at [email protected] Kindly consider supporting and subscribing to me on my Patreon: (patreon.com/JockCummings) *** Please consider donating to Nifty to keep this archive free for everyone! Brandon the Teen Swimmer Chapter 5 As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the apartment complex, Mr. Chen carefully pruned his potted plants that lined the walkway. Ms. Tanaka, her face etched with the fatigue of a long day at work, noticed her new neighbor in this serene tableau as she walked through the walkway towards her apartment. "Good evening" she called out softly, approaching him with a gentle smile. "Your plants look lovely." Mr. Chen looked up, his eyes crinkling with warmth. "Ah, thank you. Gardening is my little escape from the world." Mr. Chen wiped his hands on a cloth, then extended one to Ms. Tanaka. "I'm Mr. Chen, by the way. I believe we're neighbors, just two doors down from each other." Mr Chen seemed like any other retiree -- he had thick glasses, a huge pot belly protruding from his otherwise frail frame, a kind smile that extended to the depths of his wrinkled eyes, and a slow, deliberate gait that suggested he was well acquainted with the aches and pains of being in his 70s. Ms. Tanaka shook his hand, her smile widening slightly. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Chen. I'm Mimo. And yes, it seems we are quite close." Observing her weary expression, Mr. Chen added, "I don't mean to be intrusive, but you look quite tired. Must have been a long day at work?" "It was," Ms. Tanaka admitted, her shoulders sagging slightly. "Please, have a seat," Mr. Chen invited, gesturing to a bench he had placed near his garden. "The evening is perfect for unwinding. It's always good to get to know our new neighbors." Ms. Tanaka nodded appreciatively and took a seat on the bench. "Thank you, I think I will sit for a while. It's nice to relax and enjoy the evening." As they chatted, Mr. Chen shared stories of his youth in China, the vibrant markets, and the bustling city life he left behind for a career here as a professor in the sciences. Ms. Tanaka listened intently, her own worries momentarily forgotten. She found herself opening up about her struggles as a single mother, balancing work and raising Brandon alone. As the conversation deepened, Mr. Chen's interest in Ms. Tanaka's life grew. He leaned forward slightly, his expression one of genuine concern and curiosity. "Tell me about your son...Brandon was it?" he began, his voice gentle. "How old is he now? Is he studying?" Ms. Tanaka smiled fondly at the mention of her son. "Brandon is 17 years old now. He's interested in sports science. He's always been passionate about swimming and fitness." Mr. Chen nodded, his eyes reflecting a warm admiration. "That's impressive. Is he staying with you? If you don't mind my asking, that is." Ms. Tanaka hesitated for a moment, gathering her thoughts. "His father and I separated when he was younger. It's been just the two of us since then. School is close by, so it makes sense for him to stay here. I'm always at work anyway so he has his space. It's tough sometimes, balancing everything on my own, but we manage. Brandon is my world." Mr. Chen listened intently, his gaze never wavering from hers. "You're doing a great job, Mimo. It's clear how much you care for him. Mr. Chen's line of questioning now directed towards Brandon. "I haven't seen your son since I moved in," he remarked thoughtfully. "Is he often at school or the pool?" Ms. Tanaka smiled. "Brandon is usually quite busy with his studies and training. He spends most of his days either in his classes, the school pool or at the local swimming club where he trains. It keeps him occupied, which is good." Mr. Chen nodded understandingly. "Swimming must be quite demanding, both physically and mentally. Does he compete often? I imagine that can be quite stressful for him." "Yes, he does compete regularly," Ms. Tanaka replied, her pride evident in her voice. "He's actually preparing for a big competition next month. It's one of the reasons he stays so focused. I try to support him as much as I can, but it's not easy with my work schedule." "That sounds like a lot of pressure for both of you," Mr. Chen observed, his tone empathetic. "If there's ever a time when you need an extra hand, please don't hesitate to ask. Being a good neighbor means being there for each other, right?" A wave of gratitude washed over Ms. Tanaka as she looked into Mr. Chen's kind eyes. "Thank you, Mr. Chen. That means a lot to me. It's nice to have someone close by who understands." As Ms. Tanaka rose from the bench, ready to bid farewell and head to her apartment, a figure emerged around the corner. It was Brandon, his presence commanding yet casual in a loose sleeveless tee that clung slightly to his damp skin, hinting at the contours of his muscular torso beneath. His tight shorts accentuated his athletic thighs, a testament to hours spent in rigorous training. He paused, his eyes scanning the scene before him--his mother seated beside an older Chinese man, engaged in what seemed like a deep conversation. Brandon's brow furrowed slightly, curiosity piqued as he approached them. "Hey, Mom," he called out. Ms. Tanaka turned towards her son, a smile lighting up her face. "Brandon, this is our new neighbor, Mr. Chen. We were just getting to know each other. Mr. Chen, this is my son, Brandon." Brandon approached, his athletic build accentuated by his attire. Mr. Chen immediately stood up, his mouth agape, unable to control himself from leering and salivating while staring. After a moment, he quickly composed himself and offered a handshake, "Ah, so this is Brandon! It's a pleasure to meet you, young man." Brandon shook Mr. Chen's hand, slightly uncomfortable with the older man's intense gaze but maintaining his composure. "Nice to meet you too, Mr. Chen." Mr. Chen's gaze lingered unabashedly on Brandon's sculpted form, his eyes tracing the lines of muscle that defined the young athlete. A spark of undisguised excitement flickered in his eyes as he turned back to Ms. Tanaka, his smile widening with an almost predatory eagerness. "Your son is quite the athlete, Mimo. You must be very proud," he remarked, his voice tinged with a peculiar intensity. "So Brandon, how long have you been swimming? It must be quite demanding, training so rigorously," he inquired, his tone eager, almost intrusive. Brandon, feeling the weight of Mr. Chen's gaze, maintained his composure as he answered, "I started swimming competitively when I was seven. It's a demanding sport, but it's my passion." Mr. Chen leaned in, his interest unwavering. "Wow! That's quite an early start! How do you manage your training schedule with college? It must be quite challenging to balance everything," he continue probing. Brandon nodded, appreciating the interest Mr Chen is taking in him. "It is challenging, but I make it work. My coach helps me plan my schedule so I can focus on both academics and training effectively." "Your coach sounds very supportive," Mr. Chen remarked, his eyes narrowing slightly as if considering something. "What methods does he use to enhance your performance? Any special techniques or strategies?" "He's been great," Brandon replied, not noticing the subtle shift in Mr. Chen's demeanor. "Recently, he introduced some new mental techniques, like visualization and even hypnosis, to help improve my times and focus during races." Mr. Chen's eyebrows raised in apparent surprise. "Hypnosis? That's quite unconventional. Does it work for you?" Brandon hesitated, a flicker of confusion crossing his face as Coach Thompson's voice echoed in his mind, whispering, "Allow them to worship your body." He blinked, trying to shake off the intrusive thought, and then replied, "It's still new, but I think it might be helping. It's supposed to help clear my mind and improve my concentration." Mr. Chen nodded slowly, his gaze thoughtful. "Interesting. Mental preparation is crucial in sports. It's good to see that your coach is exploring all avenues to help you succeed..." As Mr Chen inhaled to carry on, Brandon's mum quickly and politely interjected, "Well, it's getting late, and we both have early mornings tomorrow. Thank you for the lovely chat, Mr. Chen. We should do this again sometime." "Of course, anytime," Mr. Chen replied, his gaze lingering on Brandon as they prepared to part ways. His mind raced with disappointment, imagining the conversation cut short just as it had grown more intriguing. As he watched them leave, his thoughts drifted to scenarios where he could have more contact with the young athlete--each one bringing him closer to the muscular swimmer he now increasingly lusts after. The morning sun cast a golden glow over the neighborhood as Brandon stepped out of the pool, droplets of water glistening on his skin. He wore one of the new trunks Uncle Leong had gifted him, a sleek, tiny, form-fitting design that Coach Thompson had insisted he wear. "It's important to flaunt your elite swimwear from now on... especially for old men to admire," Coach Thompson had said with a sly grin. As Brandon walked to his deck chair, he heard several clicking sounds. Turning slightly, he noticed a man with a camera, capturing images of him. The man approached, a smile playing on his lips but not quite reaching his eyes. "Hi there... you're quite the swimmer," he said, his gaze lingering appreciatively on Brandon's toned physique. "I've seen all your races. You're so talented." Brandon felt a mix of discomfort and curiosity as he processed the stranger's words and the intent behind the camera clicks. He mustered a polite, yet reserved, smile. "Thanks...," he mumbled, his voice steady despite the unease creeping up his spine,"thanks for the compliments, ...err were you taking pictures of me with a camera? " The pudgy man stepped closer, his eyes locked on Brandon's toned body. "I-I just can't help myself," he stammered, his face flushing red. "You're such an incredible swimmer, and your body... it's just... amazing." He fumbled with the camera in his hands, a guilty look on his face. The pudgy man adjusted his thick glasses on his nose, a nervous tic that seemed to intensify the longer he is standing by Brandon. "I just... I think you're special, that's all. I've never seen anyone swim like you before." His voice was barely above a whisper, as if he were afraid of being overheard. Brandon looked away, feeling his cheeks flush. He knew he should walk away, but there was something about the way the man talked, the way he looked at him with such intensity, that made it hard for Brandon to resist. Brandon's deck chair was positioned at the far end of the pool, a spot that offered a degree of privacy amidst the sparse crowd. A few old men dotted the area, their attention not just on Brandon but keenly observing the unfolding interaction between him and the pudgy man with the camera. Their gazes were sharp, filled with curiosity about how Brandon would handle the unexpected attention and the clandestine photography. The pudgy man, undeterred by Brandon's initial discomfort, edged closer, his camera held tightly in his sweaty hands. "Please, just one more picture," he pleaded, his voice growing more insistent. "I need to capture your beauty, it's so rare and perfect." Brandon shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting around the pool area. The old men nearby, sensing the escalating tension and the photographer's insistent demeanor, began to show an increasingly excited and lustful interest in the unfolding scene. Their gazes fixed intently on Brandon's discomfort, which seemed to heighten their arousal. With a collective murmur of anticipation, they started to move towards the action, eager to get a closer look at how Brandon would respond to the photographer's advances. The pudgy man noticed their approach but didn't back down. Instead, he became bolder, stepping even closer to Brandon. "Just one more shot, I promise. It won't take a second," he urged, his tone now almost demanding. Brandon felt trapped, the weight of the stranger's gaze and the increasing audacity of his requests making it hard to breathe. He glanced at the approaching old men, hoping for an escape or at least some intervention, but they merely formed a curious circle around them, their expressions a mix of amusement and anticipation. As Brandon hesitated, he heard the old men who had gathered around and within earshot, their eyes darting between Brandon and the pudgy photographer. Their voices carried a mix of admiration and lewd curiosity. "Look at how he commands attention," one old man whispered to another, his eyes fixed on Brandon's muscular form. "Yes, and see how desperate that photographer is for just a glimpse," another replied, chuckling softly as he watched the pudgy man's eager movements. "Indeed, look at how he's practically drooling over that young body," one old man murmured, his eyes gleaming with a mix of envy and desire as he observed the photographer's desperate maneuvers. The pudgy photographer seemed stirred on by the remarks and stepped even closer to Brandon, his camera raised and ready. "Please, just a few more shots," he pleaded, his voice now tinged with a brazen confidence. "They all want to see you like this." Brandon felt the pressure mounting, the circle of old men watching intently, their whispers creating a strange kind of encouragement. The pudgy man's persistence, fueled by their presence, made it difficult for Brandon to assert his boundaries. Coach Thompson's voice resonated once again. "Let them worship you". As the photographer edged closer, some of the old men began to murmur louder, their words laced with an increasing boldness. "Show a bit more, son," one called out, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. Another, more daring, stepped forward and lightly touched Brandon's arm, his fingers lingering on the firm muscle. "Such strength," he remarked, almost to himself. Brandon tensed as the touch unexpected and invasive. He glanced around, seeking an escape from the growing audacity of the crowd, but they closed in slightly, their interest piqued by the unfolding scene. The photographer, encouraged by the old men's actions continued shooting. "Just a bit more, please," he urged, his voice a mix of command and desperation. With each click of the camera, the atmosphere grew thicker, charged with a peculiar blend of voyeurism and admiration. Some of the old men, emboldened by the situation, began to subtly touch Brandon--a hand on his back, another on his shoulder. Their touches were light, almost accidental, but unmistakably deliberate. "Feel that muscle," one whispered to another, his fingers brushing lightly over Brandon's broad shoulder. "It's like touching stone." Another, standing slightly behind Brandon, let his hand rest briefly on the swimmer's lower back. "Look at how he holds himself," he murmured appreciatively to his companion, who nodded in agreement, his eyes fixed on Brandon's tense form. As the photographer continued to snap pictures, the old men's murmurs grew bolder, their touches more frequent. "Such strength in those arms," one commented, his hand lingering on Brandon's bicep as if measuring its size. Brandon stood frozen, his muscles tensing under the pudgy photographer's relentless camera clicks. The old men, emboldened by his apparent passivity, began to touch him more freely--a hand on his pecs, another on his back. Despite his discomfort, a part of him seemed to revel in the attention, each touch sending a shiver through his body that he couldn't quite suppress. Coach Thompson's voice echoed in his mind, "Let them worship you." It was a mantra that now seemed to control his reactions, guiding him to endure the situation rather than escape it. "Such power in those shoulders," one old man murmured, his fingers tracing the curve of Brandon's deltoid. Another chuckled, his gaze flicking between Brandon and the camera. "He doesn't even realize how much we admire him," he said, his voice low but clear. Brandon tried to speak, to protest or at least express his unease, but the words caught in his throat. Instead, he remained silent, posing for the camera as the old men continued their tactile admiration, each touch blurring the line between violation and validation. The photographer, sensing the growing boldness of the old men, decided to take a more assertive role. "Why don't you all join him in the frame?" he suggested, his voice a mix of excitement and manipulation. "It could be a memorable group shot." The old men exchanged glances, their curiosity piqued by the proposal. Encouraged by the idea of being closer to Brandon, they moved in hesitantly yet eagerly. One man, bolder than the rest, positioned himself next to Brandon, his hand resting lightly on the young swimmer's shoulder. "This is quite an honor," he murmured, his eyes twinkling with undisguised admiration. Another man, less confident but equally intrigued, positioned himself on Brandon's other side. His movements were tentative, yet his eyes gleamed with undisguised interest. As he settled in, he reached out and ran his hand gently over Brandon's pecs, his fingers lingering for a moment before flicking lightly at one of Brandon's nipples. "This will indeed be a special memory," he murmured, his voice shaky yet filled with a strange sort of anticipation. The photographer quickly adjusted his camera settings, pleased with the new arrangement. "Perfect, just like that," he directed, snapping pictures rapidly. "Everyone look this way and smile." As the camera clicked repeatedly, the old men's expressions shifted from tentative to delighted. They began to relax, their initial awkwardness fading as they basked in the shared experience of posing with Brandon. Their touches became more assured, hands resting on arms or shoulders, fingers brushing against skin. Brandon's discomfort began to morph into a different sensation as the attention and touches continued. The more the old men fawned over him, the more his body responded involuntarily. He felt a warmth spreading through him, and despite his initial resistance, he couldn't deny the growing excitement. His breath quickened as he noticed the tip of his cock peeking out from his skimpy thin trunks, a clear sign of his arousal. The photographer, ever observant, caught sight of this development and quickly snapped as many pictures as he could. "Look at that," he murmured, almost to himself, but loud enough for the surrounding old men to hear. Their gazes immediately dropped to Brandon's revealing state, their expressions a blend of shock and undisguised interest. Brandon suddenly became acutely aware of his own body's response. His eyes darted down to see the tip of his cock peeking out from his trunks and the realization jolted him, snapping him out of the trance-like state induced by the attention. Gathering his resolve, Brandon stepped back abruptly, breaking free from the hands that were exploring his body. "err...I think that's enough," he said firmly, trying to hold his his voice steady despite the rush of conflicting emotions. He quickly adjusted his swimwear, ensuring everything was covered, and glanced around at the surprised faces of the old men and the photographer. "Sorry...," Brandon said,as he quickly gathered his towel and water bottle, preparing to exit the scene. The pudgy photographer finally lowered his camera the man reached out, not to grab but to gently halt Brandon. "Wait, please," he implored, his voice softer now. "I just wanted to say.."Thank you," his eyes still locked on Brandon's body. "You have no idea how much this means to me." Seeing you like this, capturing your essence... I can't thank you enough." "I... I appreciate that," Brandon offered, forced a weak smile, unable to muster any enthusiasm. As he walked away, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was trapped in a world of horny old men, each one vying for his attention and hoping to possess a piece of his beauty. _to be continued_ --- Next Chapter: We meet Father Johnson! It's a good one! I love all comments, feedback and conversations at [email protected] Kindly consider supporting and subscribing to me on my Patreon: (patreon.com/JockCummings)
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Fri, 28 Jun 2024 16:11:25 +0000 From: Jock Cummings <[email protected]> Subject: Brandon the Teen Swimmer Chapter 5 Brandon is a muscular teen swimmer. His teacher and coach, Mr Thompson is an ugly chubby old man who always encourages Brandon to welcome the lusts and desires of old men. This chapter, Brandon meets his new neighbor Mr Chen, who immediately has his desires on the athlete. Brandon also flaunts his skimpy swimwear in the pool and attracts a bunch of perverts. --- The author copyrights this story, with permission for posting on the Nifty Archive. It may not be copied to another website without prior approval from the author. This story is fiction. Any actual locations, events, or other entities have been completely fictionalized. Any similarities to real people are purely coincidental. The story involves gay sex between older and younger individuals. It was written solely for the reading pleasure of adults who aren't offended by the subject matter. If this type of material is illegal where you live, please leave now! I love all comments, feedback and conversations at [email protected] Kindly consider supporting and subscribing to me on my Patreon: (patreon.com/JockCummings) *** Please consider donating to Nifty to keep this archive free for everyone! Brandon the Teen Swimmer Chapter 5 As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the apartment complex, Mr. Chen carefully pruned his potted plants that lined the walkway. Ms. Tanaka, her face etched with the fatigue of a long day at work, noticed her new neighbor in this serene tableau as she walked through the walkway towards her apartment. "Good evening" she called out softly, approaching him with a gentle smile. "Your plants look lovely." Mr. Chen looked up, his eyes crinkling with warmth. "Ah, thank you. Gardening is my little escape from the world." Mr. Chen wiped his hands on a cloth, then extended one to Ms. Tanaka. "I'm Mr. Chen, by the way. I believe we're neighbors, just two doors down from each other." Mr Chen seemed like any other retiree -- he had thick glasses, a huge pot belly protruding from his otherwise frail frame, a kind smile that extended to the depths of his wrinkled eyes, and a slow, deliberate gait that suggested he was well acquainted with the aches and pains of being in his 70s. Ms. Tanaka shook his hand, her smile widening slightly. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Chen. I'm Mimo. And yes, it seems we are quite close." Observing her weary expression, Mr. Chen added, "I don't mean to be intrusive, but you look quite tired. Must have been a long day at work?" "It was," Ms. Tanaka admitted, her shoulders sagging slightly. "Please, have a seat," Mr. Chen invited, gesturing to a bench he had placed near his garden. "The evening is perfect for unwinding. It's always good to get to know our new neighbors." Ms. Tanaka nodded appreciatively and took a seat on the bench. "Thank you, I think I will sit for a while. It's nice to relax and enjoy the evening." As they chatted, Mr. Chen shared stories of his youth in China, the vibrant markets, and the bustling city life he left behind for a career here as a professor in the sciences. Ms. Tanaka listened intently, her own worries momentarily forgotten. She found herself opening up about her struggles as a single mother, balancing work and raising Brandon alone. As the conversation deepened, Mr. Chen's interest in Ms. Tanaka's life grew. He leaned forward slightly, his expression one of genuine concern and curiosity. "Tell me about your son...Brandon was it?" he began, his voice gentle. "How old is he now? Is he studying?" Ms. Tanaka smiled fondly at the mention of her son. "Brandon is 17 years old now. He's interested in sports science. He's always been passionate about swimming and fitness." Mr. Chen nodded, his eyes reflecting a warm admiration. "That's impressive. Is he staying with you? If you don't mind my asking, that is." Ms. Tanaka hesitated for a moment, gathering her thoughts. "His father and I separated when he was younger. It's been just the two of us since then. School is close by, so it makes sense for him to stay here. I'm always at work anyway so he has his space. It's tough sometimes, balancing everything on my own, but we manage. Brandon is my world." Mr. Chen listened intently, his gaze never wavering from hers. "You're doing a great job, Mimo. It's clear how much you care for him. Mr. Chen's line of questioning now directed towards Brandon. "I haven't seen your son since I moved in," he remarked thoughtfully. "Is he often at school or the pool?" Ms. Tanaka smiled. "Brandon is usually quite busy with his studies and training. He spends most of his days either in his classes, the school pool or at the local swimming club where he trains. It keeps him occupied, which is good." Mr. Chen nodded understandingly. "Swimming must be quite demanding, both physically and mentally. Does he compete often? I imagine that can be quite stressful for him." "Yes, he does compete regularly," Ms. Tanaka replied, her pride evident in her voice. "He's actually preparing for a big competition next month. It's one of the reasons he stays so focused. I try to support him as much as I can, but it's not easy with my work schedule." "That sounds like a lot of pressure for both of you," Mr. Chen observed, his tone empathetic. "If there's ever a time when you need an extra hand, please don't hesitate to ask. Being a good neighbor means being there for each other, right?" A wave of gratitude washed over Ms. Tanaka as she looked into Mr. Chen's kind eyes. "Thank you, Mr. Chen. That means a lot to me. It's nice to have someone close by who understands." As Ms. Tanaka rose from the bench, ready to bid farewell and head to her apartment, a figure emerged around the corner. It was Brandon, his presence commanding yet casual in a loose sleeveless tee that clung slightly to his damp skin, hinting at the contours of his muscular torso beneath. His tight shorts accentuated his athletic thighs, a testament to hours spent in rigorous training. He paused, his eyes scanning the scene before him--his mother seated beside an older Chinese man, engaged in what seemed like a deep conversation. Brandon's brow furrowed slightly, curiosity piqued as he approached them. "Hey, Mom," he called out. Ms. Tanaka turned towards her son, a smile lighting up her face. "Brandon, this is our new neighbor, Mr. Chen. We were just getting to know each other. Mr. Chen, this is my son, Brandon." Brandon approached, his athletic build accentuated by his attire. Mr. Chen immediately stood up, his mouth agape, unable to control himself from leering and salivating while staring. After a moment, he quickly composed himself and offered a handshake, "Ah, so this is Brandon! It's a pleasure to meet you, young man." Brandon shook Mr. Chen's hand, slightly uncomfortable with the older man's intense gaze but maintaining his composure. "Nice to meet you too, Mr. Chen." Mr. Chen's gaze lingered unabashedly on Brandon's sculpted form, his eyes tracing the lines of muscle that defined the young athlete. A spark of undisguised excitement flickered in his eyes as he turned back to Ms. Tanaka, his smile widening with an almost predatory eagerness. "Your son is quite the athlete, Mimo. You must be very proud," he remarked, his voice tinged with a peculiar intensity. "So Brandon, how long have you been swimming? It must be quite demanding, training so rigorously," he inquired, his tone eager, almost intrusive. Brandon, feeling the weight of Mr. Chen's gaze, maintained his composure as he answered, "I started swimming competitively when I was seven. It's a demanding sport, but it's my passion." Mr. Chen leaned in, his interest unwavering. "Wow! That's quite an early start! How do you manage your training schedule with college? It must be quite challenging to balance everything," he continue probing. Brandon nodded, appreciating the interest Mr Chen is taking in him. "It is challenging, but I make it work. My coach helps me plan my schedule so I can focus on both academics and training effectively." "Your coach sounds very supportive," Mr. Chen remarked, his eyes narrowing slightly as if considering something. "What methods does he use to enhance your performance? Any special techniques or strategies?" "He's been great," Brandon replied, not noticing the subtle shift in Mr. Chen's demeanor. "Recently, he introduced some new mental techniques, like visualization and even hypnosis, to help improve my times and focus during races." Mr. Chen's eyebrows raised in apparent surprise. "Hypnosis? That's quite unconventional. Does it work for you?" Brandon hesitated, a flicker of confusion crossing his face as Coach Thompson's voice echoed in his mind, whispering, "Allow them to worship your body." He blinked, trying to shake off the intrusive thought, and then replied, "It's still new, but I think it might be helping. It's supposed to help clear my mind and improve my concentration." Mr. Chen nodded slowly, his gaze thoughtful. "Interesting. Mental preparation is crucial in sports. It's good to see that your coach is exploring all avenues to help you succeed..." As Mr Chen inhaled to carry on, Brandon's mum quickly and politely interjected, "Well, it's getting late, and we both have early mornings tomorrow. Thank you for the lovely chat, Mr. Chen. We should do this again sometime." "Of course, anytime," Mr. Chen replied, his gaze lingering on Brandon as they prepared to part ways. His mind raced with disappointment, imagining the conversation cut short just as it had grown more intriguing. As he watched them leave, his thoughts drifted to scenarios where he could have more contact with the young athlete--each one bringing him closer to the muscular swimmer he now increasingly lusts after. The morning sun cast a golden glow over the neighborhood as Brandon stepped out of the pool, droplets of water glistening on his skin. He wore one of the new trunks Uncle Leong had gifted him, a sleek, tiny, form-fitting design that Coach Thompson had insisted he wear. "It's important to flaunt your elite swimwear from now on... especially for old men to admire," Coach Thompson had said with a sly grin. As Brandon walked to his deck chair, he heard several clicking sounds. Turning slightly, he noticed a man with a camera, capturing images of him. The man approached, a smile playing on his lips but not quite reaching his eyes. "Hi there... you're quite the swimmer," he said, his gaze lingering appreciatively on Brandon's toned physique. "I've seen all your races. You're so talented." Brandon felt a mix of discomfort and curiosity as he processed the stranger's words and the intent behind the camera clicks. He mustered a polite, yet reserved, smile. "Thanks...," he mumbled, his voice steady despite the unease creeping up his spine,"thanks for the compliments, ...err were you taking pictures of me with a camera? " The pudgy man stepped closer, his eyes locked on Brandon's toned body. "I-I just can't help myself," he stammered, his face flushing red. "You're such an incredible swimmer, and your body... it's just... amazing." He fumbled with the camera in his hands, a guilty look on his face. The pudgy man adjusted his thick glasses on his nose, a nervous tic that seemed to intensify the longer he is standing by Brandon. "I just... I think you're special, that's all. I've never seen anyone swim like you before." His voice was barely above a whisper, as if he were afraid of being overheard. Brandon looked away, feeling his cheeks flush. He knew he should walk away, but there was something about the way the man talked, the way he looked at him with such intensity, that made it hard for Brandon to resist. Brandon's deck chair was positioned at the far end of the pool, a spot that offered a degree of privacy amidst the sparse crowd. A few old men dotted the area, their attention not just on Brandon but keenly observing the unfolding interaction between him and the pudgy man with the camera. Their gazes were sharp, filled with curiosity about how Brandon would handle the unexpected attention and the clandestine photography. The pudgy man, undeterred by Brandon's initial discomfort, edged closer, his camera held tightly in his sweaty hands. "Please, just one more picture," he pleaded, his voice growing more insistent. "I need to capture your beauty, it's so rare and perfect." Brandon shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting around the pool area. The old men nearby, sensing the escalating tension and the photographer's insistent demeanor, began to show an increasingly excited and lustful interest in the unfolding scene. Their gazes fixed intently on Brandon's discomfort, which seemed to heighten their arousal. With a collective murmur of anticipation, they started to move towards the action, eager to get a closer look at how Brandon would respond to the photographer's advances. The pudgy man noticed their approach but didn't back down. Instead, he became bolder, stepping even closer to Brandon. "Just one more shot, I promise. It won't take a second," he urged, his tone now almost demanding. Brandon felt trapped, the weight of the stranger's gaze and the increasing audacity of his requests making it hard to breathe. He glanced at the approaching old men, hoping for an escape or at least some intervention, but they merely formed a curious circle around them, their expressions a mix of amusement and anticipation. As Brandon hesitated, he heard the old men who had gathered around and within earshot, their eyes darting between Brandon and the pudgy photographer. Their voices carried a mix of admiration and lewd curiosity. "Look at how he commands attention," one old man whispered to another, his eyes fixed on Brandon's muscular form. "Yes, and see how desperate that photographer is for just a glimpse," another replied, chuckling softly as he watched the pudgy man's eager movements. "Indeed, look at how he's practically drooling over that young body," one old man murmured, his eyes gleaming with a mix of envy and desire as he observed the photographer's desperate maneuvers. The pudgy photographer seemed stirred on by the remarks and stepped even closer to Brandon, his camera raised and ready. "Please, just a few more shots," he pleaded, his voice now tinged with a brazen confidence. "They all want to see you like this." Brandon felt the pressure mounting, the circle of old men watching intently, their whispers creating a strange kind of encouragement. The pudgy man's persistence, fueled by their presence, made it difficult for Brandon to assert his boundaries. Coach Thompson's voice resonated once again. "Let them worship you". As the photographer edged closer, some of the old men began to murmur louder, their words laced with an increasing boldness. "Show a bit more, son," one called out, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. Another, more daring, stepped forward and lightly touched Brandon's arm, his fingers lingering on the firm muscle. "Such strength," he remarked, almost to himself. Brandon tensed as the touch unexpected and invasive. He glanced around, seeking an escape from the growing audacity of the crowd, but they closed in slightly, their interest piqued by the unfolding scene. The photographer, encouraged by the old men's actions continued shooting. "Just a bit more, please," he urged, his voice a mix of command and desperation. With each click of the camera, the atmosphere grew thicker, charged with a peculiar blend of voyeurism and admiration. Some of the old men, emboldened by the situation, began to subtly touch Brandon--a hand on his back, another on his shoulder. Their touches were light, almost accidental, but unmistakably deliberate. "Feel that muscle," one whispered to another, his fingers brushing lightly over Brandon's broad shoulder. "It's like touching stone." Another, standing slightly behind Brandon, let his hand rest briefly on the swimmer's lower back. "Look at how he holds himself," he murmured appreciatively to his companion, who nodded in agreement, his eyes fixed on Brandon's tense form. As the photographer continued to snap pictures, the old men's murmurs grew bolder, their touches more frequent. "Such strength in those arms," one commented, his hand lingering on Brandon's bicep as if measuring its size. Brandon stood frozen, his muscles tensing under the pudgy photographer's relentless camera clicks. The old men, emboldened by his apparent passivity, began to touch him more freely--a hand on his pecs, another on his back. Despite his discomfort, a part of him seemed to revel in the attention, each touch sending a shiver through his body that he couldn't quite suppress. Coach Thompson's voice echoed in his mind, "Let them worship you." It was a mantra that now seemed to control his reactions, guiding him to endure the situation rather than escape it. "Such power in those shoulders," one old man murmured, his fingers tracing the curve of Brandon's deltoid. Another chuckled, his gaze flicking between Brandon and the camera. "He doesn't even realize how much we admire him," he said, his voice low but clear. Brandon tried to speak, to protest or at least express his unease, but the words caught in his throat. Instead, he remained silent, posing for the camera as the old men continued their tactile admiration, each touch blurring the line between violation and validation. The photographer, sensing the growing boldness of the old men, decided to take a more assertive role. "Why don't you all join him in the frame?" he suggested, his voice a mix of excitement and manipulation. "It could be a memorable group shot." The old men exchanged glances, their curiosity piqued by the proposal. Encouraged by the idea of being closer to Brandon, they moved in hesitantly yet eagerly. One man, bolder than the rest, positioned himself next to Brandon, his hand resting lightly on the young swimmer's shoulder. "This is quite an honor," he murmured, his eyes twinkling with undisguised admiration. Another man, less confident but equally intrigued, positioned himself on Brandon's other side. His movements were tentative, yet his eyes gleamed with undisguised interest. As he settled in, he reached out and ran his hand gently over Brandon's pecs, his fingers lingering for a moment before flicking lightly at one of Brandon's nipples. "This will indeed be a special memory," he murmured, his voice shaky yet filled with a strange sort of anticipation. The photographer quickly adjusted his camera settings, pleased with the new arrangement. "Perfect, just like that," he directed, snapping pictures rapidly. "Everyone look this way and smile." As the camera clicked repeatedly, the old men's expressions shifted from tentative to delighted. They began to relax, their initial awkwardness fading as they basked in the shared experience of posing with Brandon. Their touches became more assured, hands resting on arms or shoulders, fingers brushing against skin. Brandon's discomfort began to morph into a different sensation as the attention and touches continued. The more the old men fawned over him, the more his body responded involuntarily. He felt a warmth spreading through him, and despite his initial resistance, he couldn't deny the growing excitement. His breath quickened as he noticed the tip of his cock peeking out from his skimpy thin trunks, a clear sign of his arousal. The photographer, ever observant, caught sight of this development and quickly snapped as many pictures as he could. "Look at that," he murmured, almost to himself, but loud enough for the surrounding old men to hear. Their gazes immediately dropped to Brandon's revealing state, their expressions a blend of shock and undisguised interest. Brandon suddenly became acutely aware of his own body's response. His eyes darted down to see the tip of his cock peeking out from his trunks and the realization jolted him, snapping him out of the trance-like state induced by the attention. Gathering his resolve, Brandon stepped back abruptly, breaking free from the hands that were exploring his body. "err...I think that's enough," he said firmly, trying to hold his his voice steady despite the rush of conflicting emotions. He quickly adjusted his swimwear, ensuring everything was covered, and glanced around at the surprised faces of the old men and the photographer. "Sorry...," Brandon said,as he quickly gathered his towel and water bottle, preparing to exit the scene. The pudgy photographer finally lowered his camera the man reached out, not to grab but to gently halt Brandon. "Wait, please," he implored, his voice softer now. "I just wanted to say.."Thank you," his eyes still locked on Brandon's body. "You have no idea how much this means to me." Seeing you like this, capturing your essence... I can't thank you enough." "I... I appreciate that," Brandon offered, forced a weak smile, unable to muster any enthusiasm. As he walked away, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was trapped in a world of horny old men, each one vying for his attention and hoping to possess a piece of his beauty. _to be continued_ --- Next Chapter: We meet Father Johnson! It's a good one! I love all comments, feedback and conversations at [email protected] Kindly consider supporting and subscribing to me on my Patreon: (patreon.com/JockCummings) </[email protected]> </div></div>
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Date: Wed, 19 Jun 2024 00:33:25 +0000 From: Jock Cummings Subject: Brandon the Teen Swimmer Chapter 3 Brandon is a muscular teen swimmer. His teacher and coach, Mr Thompson is an ugly chubby old man who caresses and touches Brandon every chance he gets when Brandon trains. In this chapter, Coach Thompson instructs Brandon to model for an art class for old men. How will he cope with all their desire and lust? --- The author copyrights this story, with permission for posting on the Nifty Archive. It may not be copied to another website without prior approval from the author. This story is fiction. Any actual locations, events, or other entities have been completely fictionalized. Any similarities to real people are purely coincidental. The story involves gay sex between older and younger individuals. It was written solely for the reading pleasure of adults who aren't offended by the subject matter. If this type of material is illegal where you live, please leave now! I love all comments, feedback and conversations at [email protected] *** Please consider donating to Nifty to keep this archive free for everyone! Brandon the Teen Swimmer Chapter 3 After that eventful evening with Mr Thompson's old ugly friends, Brandon's swim times improved and he was beating his personal bests at every go. Days later, in the dimly lit office, Coach Thompson's voice was a steady, persuasive hum. "Brandon, you trust me, don't you?" he asked, his eyes fixed intently on the young swimmer. "Yes, Coach," Brandon replied, his gaze unfocused, his body relaxed in the chair. "Good. Now, I want you to listen carefully. Your swimming has improved remarkably, hasn't it?" "It has," Brandon murmured, nodding slowly. "And you believe this is because of our sessions together?" Coach Thompson leaned closer, both his rotund frame and presence dominating over Brandon. "I do." "Excellent. To further enhance your performance, I have a new task for you. It will seem unusual at first, but trust that it's part of your training. You will volunteer as a model for an art class. This exposure will help you relax and focus more during competitions. Do you understand?" Brandon blinked, processing the instructions. "I understand, Coach." "Perfect. Remember, every command I give is for your benefit. You will feel compelled to follow through with this, not out of obligation, but because it feels right. You will embrace this opportunity eagerly." Brandon nodded, his eyes still glazed with the lingering effects of the hypnosis. "Yes, Coach." "This class is held at a senior citizen center, out of town. It's a perfect opportunity to showcase your volunteer spirit, which will undoubtedly impress any scholarship committee," Coach Thompson explained, his tone implying that this was more than just a suggestion. "Mr. Steamback, the owner of the center, has personally requested you because, as he put it, `you are the epitome of perfection for artists to capture.' "You remember Mr. Steamback, don't you, Brandon? Few nights ago, he really enjoyed your body," Coach Thompson said, his voice low and suggestive, a sly grin playing on his lips. Brandon's brow furrowed slightly, as if trying to recall the memory. "Yes, I remember him," he replied, his voice steady but distant. "Good. Embrace this role, Brandon. It feels right, doesn't it?" Coach Thompson pressed, his tone persuasive, almost hypnotic. "Yes, Coach," Brandon murmured, his voice calm and compliant feeling a strange compulsion to fulfil this new directive. "It does feel right." "Good. Remember, every part of this is designed to elevate your performance. You will eagerly look forward to this experience, knowing it's essential for your success." Brandon stood in front of the mirror, admiring the way his tank top clung to his muscular torso. He ran a hand through his hair, making sure it was perfectly styled for his upcoming art class. This time, Coach Thompson had instructed him to wear something casual yet alluring -- jean cut-offs and a tight-fitting tank top. As Brandon adjusted his clothes, he couldn't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and unease about what awaited him at the senior citizen center. He left his apartment and made his way to the bus stop, his heart racing as he thought about that evening in Mr Thompson's office. The memory of the old men's hands and tongues on his body constantly replayed in his mind and instantly made his cock twitch. He felt strange but he knew that he had to obey Coach Thompson's commands. As he boarded the bus to the senior center, Brandon noticed a balding obese man about late 40s with thick glasses sitting near the back. The man looked up as Brandon approached, eyes lit up and a smile spreading across his face. Much to Brandon's dismay, the man scooted over, making room for him to sit down. Brandon felt the need to sit next to him. "Hello there," the man said, his voice raspy and wheezing. "I take this bus all the time and I never see you before." Brandon smiled weekly and kept quiet. However, Brandon couldn't help but feel both intrigued and repelled by the obese man's interest in him. He decided to play it safe and keep the man at arm's length, offering vague responses to his eager questions. Rupert, the obese older nerd, continued to bombard him with personal questions, desperate to know everything about him. It was clearly apparent that Rupert found Brandon irresistible and couldn't control his desire to know more about this mysterious young man who had suddenly appeared in his life. Rupert then tried the simplest of questions. "So where are you headed?" Coach Thompson's words suddenly echoed in Brandon's mind, urging him to submit to his desires. It was as if the coach's voice had triggered some primal instinct within Brandon, making it impossible for him to resist any advances from old men. Brandon finally gave in and replied, trying to sound friendly. "I'm on my way to an art class." The obese man's eyes lit up at the mention of the art class. "Oh, really?" he asked, leaning in closer. "I love art. What kind of class are you taking?" Brandon hesitated again, unsure how much he should reveal. "Oh no. I'm the model for an art class for senior citizens," he finally admitted, feeling a wave of excitement mixed with apprehension. The man's jaw dropped, and his eyes widened behind his thick glasses. "No way!" he exclaimed. "That sounds amazing. You are definitely perfect for it. I wish I could go." Brandon couldn't help but feel flattered by the man's interest, but he also wanted to maintain control over the situation. He suddenly had the notion to tease the obese man while still keeping him at a distance. He knew he looked good and couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence as he flexed his muscles, making them ripple beneath his skin. He turned around to face the obese man, who was watching him with an almost desperate hunger in his eyes. Brandon decided to have some fun with the situation and slowly raised his arms behind his head, showing off his toned biceps, pecs, and nipples and pits. The obese man's eyes seemed to bulge out of their sockets as he stared at Brandon's body, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Brandon smiled to himself, enjoying the power he held over the man. He decided to take things a step further and began to run his hands over his chest, circling his nipples and teasingly tweaking them. The obese man's saliva pooled at the corners of his mouth as he watched Brandon touch himself. "What are you looking at?" Brandon asked, disgusted he asked that question but enjoying the way the man squirmed under his gaze. The obese man's mouth was agape and his saliva started flowing out, his eyes never leaving Brandon's body. Brandon smiled and continued to tease the man, knowing that he could do whatever he wanted and the man would be powerless to stop him. As the bus pulled up to the senior citizen center, Brandon made sure to give the obese man one last reminder of what he was missing. He stood up and turned around, presenting his backside to the man. He bent over slightly, giving the man a clear view of his tight, round buttocks. The obese man's eyes practically glazed over as he stared at Brandon's perfect backside, his arousal evident in the growing bulge beneath his shirt. Brandon exited the bus, feeling confused that he did what he did but also pleased with himself for dominating the obese man so easily. As he made his way into the senior citizen center, he couldn't help but anticipate the next part of Mr. Thompson's plan. What awaited him inside? And how far would he go to please the old men and fulfil the perverted desires of his hypnotist coach? Brandon cleared his head from the bus encounter, entered the senior citizen center and walked into the art room. The walls were adorned with various paintings and sketches, most of which featured nude men in provocative poses. Brandon thought that to be a bit peculiar. Still, he felt a mix of excitement and nervousness as he scanned the room, and saw that the room was full of old men gathering around easels, their eyes fixated on him. Brandon's eyes darted around the room, landing on two short, pudgy older men in their late 50s. One he vaguely recognized from that evening at Coach Thompson's office, where his body had been explored by eager hands. The other man, flamboyantly dressed in a garish sequinned coat, stood with an air of confidence in the center of the room. Upon spotting Brandon, both men gestured wildly for him to join them. Mr. Steamback approached Brandon with a lustful grin, his hands immediately finding their way to Brandon's biceps and shoulder. "Ah, Brandon, my boy! You look even more delectable than I remember," he said, his voice dripping with innuendo as he reminisced about their previous encounter. "That night was quite... invigorating, wasn't it?" Brandon felt a mix of discomfort and compliance under Mr. Steamback's touch, his mind echoing Coach Thompson's commands. "Yes, Mr. Steamback," he replied, his voice steady despite the churning emotions inside him. "I have someone I want you to meet," Mr. Steamback continued, grabbing Brandon's biceps and shoving him towards the man in the sequinned coat. "This is Mr. Jenkins, an esteemed artist and a dear friend. He's very much looking forward to capturing your... essence." Mr. Jenkins extended a hand, his eyes roaming over Brandon's physique with undisguised appreciation. "Pleasure to meet you, Brandon. Your coach has told me so much about you. I must say, looking at you, you are a true muse," he said, his voice smooth and suggestive. Brandon shook Mr. Jenkins' hand, feeling the weight of their expectations. "Thank you, Mr. Jenkins," he responded softly. The effeminate art teacher then proclaimed. "Ah, Class! Welcome Brandon! Brandon, please, remove your clothes and take a seat on the podium." Taken aback by Mr. Jenkins' proposition, Brandon could feel his heart racing in his chest. "Strip?" he echoed, unsure if he had heard correctly. "You want me to pose nude for the class?" Mr. Jenkins feigned a look of puzzlement before responding, "Well, my dear boy, we are drawing nudes today. It's quite essential for an artist to study the human form in all its glory." His eyes roamed hungrily over Brandon's toned body as he placed a hand on the young man's shoulder. Mr. Steamback chimed in, his voice laced with anticipation, "Indeed, Brandon. Your coach has prepared you well for this moment. Embrace it. You know it feels right." He gave Brandon a reassuring pat on the back, though his eyes betrayed a predatory gleam. Brandon hesitated, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension rising within him. He knew that Mr. Thompson had instructed him to do whatever these old men asked of him, but stripping down in front of an open room full of old men seemed like a step too far. The class full of old men began to chime in, their voices laced with desire and eagerness. "Oh yes, please do, young man," one of them pleaded, his eyes fixated on Brandon's body. "We promise to be gentle and respectful." Another man chimed in, "We just want to appreciate your beauty, Brandon. It would be an honor to draw your naked form." The other old men nodded in agreement, their gazes locked on Brandon's body. Mr. Jenkins leaned in close, his hot breath smelling of candy as he whispered, "You know you want to do this, Brandon. Embrace your desires and let these gentlemen admire your beauty." Brandon felt his resolve weakening under the weight of their collective gaze. The hypnotic suggestions from Mr. Thompson echoed in his mind, urging him to submit to his desires. With a deep breath, Brandon began to peel off his clothes, starting with his tank top. The old men watched intently, their eyes devouring every inch of exposed skin. Next, Brandon slipped off his jean shorts, revealing his tight briefs that were stretched to their limit by his growing erection. The men let out a collective gasp as they took in the sight of Brandon's barely contained arousal. Mr Jenkins was not going to allow Brandon to stop. "Oh my, you are simply stunning," Mr. Jenkins whispered, his eyes lingering on Brandon's chest. "Now, please remove your underwear so the gentlemen can begin sketching you." Brandon hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and slid them down his legs, revealing his fully growing veiny cock, bouncing a few times hypnotically. The men couldn't hide their excitement any longer, and they began to applaud and cheer as they beheld Brandon's naked form. Mr. Jenkins stepped forward, his eyes devouring Brandon's naked form. "You are truly a work of art, my dear boy," he murmured, tracing a finger along Brandon's chiseled abs, causing the young man to shiver under his touch. Simultaneously, Mr. Steamback positioned himself behind Brandon, who was seated naked on the couch. With a sly grin, he placed both hands on Brandon's nipples, gently rolling them between his fingers. "Indeed, your beauty is a gift to us all," Mr. Steamback added, his voice low and suggestive as he manipulated Brandon's sensitive flesh. Brandon felt a wave of pride, satisfaction and tremendous arousal wash over him as he basked in the attention of the old men. He surrendered to their desires and allowed them to appreciate his naked form, reveling in the adrenalin that came with embracing his primal instincts. Mr. Jenkins began his class. "Now, I understand that some of you might be a bit shy or nervous about drawing such a fine specimen," Mr. Jenkins continued, looking around the room at the eager faces. "But I want you to remember that this is an opportunity to hone your skills. Brandon here is going to help you become better artists by providing you with the perfect muse. Remember, gentlemen, the key to capturing his essence is to draw what you feel, not just what you see. Don't be afraid to let your imagination run wild. " Brandon found himself becoming more and more aroused by the intense focus the old men were giving him. Their pencils moved furiously across their canvases, capturing every detail of his body. He couldn't help but feel a sense of power, knowing that he held their attention so completely. Despite his initial reservations, Brandon soon found himself enjoying the attention of the old men. The heat of their gazes upon him was like a physical touch, sending shivers down his spine and making his hard veiny cock fully erect with excitement. As the old men continued with their sketches, Mr. Jenkins approached Brandon, his hands lingering on the young man's thighs. "Don't worry, sweetheart," he cooed, running a finger along Brandon's inner thigh. "Just relax and enjoy the attention. These men are going to make you feel like a work of art." Brandon shivered under the teacher's touch, his body responding to the hypnotic suggestions he'd received during his sessions with Mr. Thompson. He felt an overwhelming urge to please the men, to give them whatever they desired. After several minutes of intense sketching, Mr. Jenkins called for a break, instructing the men to put down their pencils and step away from their work. "Take a moment to appreciate Brandon's form, gentlemen," he said, gesturing towards the young man. "You've made excellent progress so far. But now it's time to take your artistry to the next level." "I want each of you to take a turn feeling Brandon's body," Mr. Jenkins continued, his gaze never leaving Brandon's face. "Explore every inch of him, from his shoulders to his toes. Let's show our appreciation for this magnificent specimen of manhood." Brandon froze as he pondered the meaning of Mr. Jenkins' instructions. He felt Mr. Jenkins's hands caressing his shoulders from behind. "What's wrong, Brandon?" he asked with a gentle smile, running his fingers through Brandon's hair. "Consider this an opportunity for deeper understanding, Brandon," Mr. Jenkins murmured, his voice smooth and persuasive. "These artists need to feel the contours of your muscles, the texture of your skin, to truly capture your essence on paper. It's all in the name of art, my dear boy." Brandon swallowed hard, trying to calm his racing thoughts. Thoughts of disgust but more importantly, thoughts of arousal. The old men wasted no time in following Mr. Jenkins' command. They rushed to line up, each one waiting for their turn to touch Brandon. The young man lay on the couch, his eyes closed as he surrendered to their desires, Coach Thompson's hypnotic suggestions still ringing in his mind. Mr Steamback was the first forward, his hands trembling with anticipation. He began by tracing the contours of Brandon's face, marveling at the perfection of his features. His fingers traveled down the length of Brandon's neck, pausing to explore the hollow of his throat, tracing his fingers across his pronounced collarbone before moving on to his chest. As the man caressed Brandon's chest, the young man felt a shiver run through him. Brandon felt the old man's nimble fingers dancing over his chest, tracing each contour and crevice with an artist's precision. The man seemed to be particularly fascinated by Brandon's nipples, spending what felt like an eternity flicking, tweaking, and kneading them as if they held the key to unlocking the mysteries of the universe. The sensations were electric, sending shivers down Brandon's spine and igniting a fire in his loins. He gasped as the man increased the pressure, twisting his nipples deftly. The discomfort only served to heighten Brandon's arousal, making him keenly aware of every touch, every breath, every heartbeat. Brandon felt himself growing harder by the second, his cock throbbing and bouncing as it became engorged. He couldn't help but squirm under the old man's touch, his body begging for more. Suddenly, the man stopped, leaving Brandon hanging on the precipice of pleasure. With a sly grin, he looked up at Brandon and nodded towards the other men in the room. "I think it's time we shared the wealth," he said, his voice thick with desire. The second man in line took his place, his hands roaming over Brandon's abs and hips. He squeezed the young man's flesh, reveling in the solid muscle beneath his fingertips. The man's breath grew ragged as he explored Brandon's body, his own desire mounting with each passing moment. The next old man almost shoved the second man away. This man was a tall and wiry gentleman with a long white beard and he wore a cardigan sweater and tweed pants. He knelt beside Brandon and began running his hands gently over the young man's chest, marveling at the smoothness of his skin and the definition of his muscles. As he traced the contours of Brandon's abs, he leaned in closer, his warm breath tickling Brandon's stomach. Pretending to be short-sighted, the old man moved in too close to Brandon's neck, making the young man shiver with anticipation. His hands continued to explore, moving lower to cup Brandon's balls, gently massaging them before taking hold of his hardening cock slyly giving a moaning Brandon slow and deliberate strokes. Mr Jenkins had to chase him away. It was the now turn of a stockier old man with a round belly who wore a loud Hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts, revealing a pair of hairy legs that contrasted with Brandon's smooth, toned limbs. He eagerly climbed onto the couch, wedging himself between Brandon's legs, his hands immediately grasping the young man's thighs. The stocky old man began to inspect and fondle his way up Brandon's legs, taking his time to savor every inch of skin. When he reached Brandon's groin, he paused, looking up at the young man with a mischievous grin before placing his face right next to Brandon's cock. The old man's hot breath made Brandon's member bounce, accidentally slapping the Hawaiian shirt old man's lips in the process. The next old man in line was a slender gentleman with thinning hair and glasses that rested on the tip of his nose. He wore a tweed jacket with suede elbow patches and carried himself with an air of scholarly intelligence. He observed Brandon carefully, taking mental notes of the young man's beauty before joining him on the couch. The scholarly old man began by inhaling Brandon scent, his nose trailing along Brandon's inner thighs, working his way higher until he reached the young man's balls. He took one in his hand, gently clasping and massaging it while his other hand caressed Brandon's perineum. As Brandon moaned with pleasure, the old man used a finger to circle Brandon's virgin hole and continued to lavish attention on Brandon's balls. Each old man brought something unique to the table, their individual styles and techniques combining to create an unforgettable experience for Brandon. The young man found himself lost in a sea of sensations, unable to resist the advances of these experienced gentlemen. Brandon found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on anything other than the excruciating need to relieve himself. It took him all the willpower not to touch his hard cock there and there. Mr Jenkins put a halt to the proceedings at the chagrin of the participants. "Now, gentlemen," Mr. Jenkins said, clapping his hands together. "Let's give our model a well-deserved break. We wouldn't want to wear him out completely, would we?" The old men grumbled in protest and reluctantly went back to their seats. Mr Jenkins carried on. "Come now, we mustn't overwork our model. Besides, I have a special treat for him." He winked at Brandon, knowing full well the torment the young man was experiencing. Brandon's heart raced as he wondered what Mr Jenkins had in store for him. Mr Jenkins approached Brandon, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. He ran a hand over Brandon's chest, causing the young man to shiver with anticipation. "You've done wonderfully tonight, Brandon," he purred. "But I think it's time we helped you with your little... problem." Brandon's eyes widened as Mr Jenkins knelt before him, taking Brandon's hard cock into his mouth. The sensation was unexpected and intense, sending waves of pleasure coursing through Brandon's body. He moaned, his hands instinctively grabbing onto Mr Jenkins' shoulders for support. The old men watched, transfixed, as their teacher pleasured the young model. They couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy, wishing they too could taste Brandon's sweet nectar. But they knew their place, and they settled for watching the erotic display before them, each capturing the moment on their canvas. As Brandon's moans grew louder, Mr. Jenkins increased the intensity of his ministrations, his pudgy hands fondling Brandon's nipples while he sucked Brandon's cock with gusto, determined to bring the young man to the edge. Brandon's body tensed, and he cried out reflexively, "Oh god!" His voice was a mix of desperation and pleasure as he felt his orgasm building. Mr. Jenkins, sensing the impending explosion, intensified his efforts. His lips tightened around Brandon's throbbing shaft, and his tongue swirled expertly over the sensitive head. Each movement was calculated to drive Brandon further into ecstasy, pushing him closer to the edge. As Brandon's moans grew louder, Mr. Jenkins' hands twisted and pinched Brandon's nipples, adding to Brandon's overwhelming experience. The room was filled with the sounds of Brandon's pleasure, each gasp and moan echoing off the walls as he neared his peak. With a guttural cry, "Arghh...I'm cumming!" Brandon's body tensed and then convulsed as his climax overtook him. His hot seed erupted into Mr. Jenkins' eager mouth, the older man swallowing eagerly, savoring every drop. Brandon's body shuddered violently, each pulse of his release sending waves of pleasure through him that left him weak and breathless. As the last of his essence was consumed by Mr. Jenkins, Brandon collapsed back onto the couch, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. The room was silent for a moment, the only sound the heavy breathing of the spent model and the soft slurping noises as Mr. Jenkins finished cleaning Brandon's cock with his tongue. Finally, Mr. Jenkins stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a satisfied grin on his face. "Well done, gentlemen," he said, addressing the class. "You've all contributed to a most... enlightening session." The old men cheered and applauded as Brandon trembled with pleasure. Mr Jenkins stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a satisfied grin on his face. "There now, that's better, isn't it?" Brandon nodded, still catching his breath. He couldn't believe what had just happened, but somehow, it felt right. He had given these men a glimpse of youth, and they had given him something he didn't know he needed -- a taste of forbidden pleasure. As the evening came to a close, Brandon dressed and prepared to leave. The old men approached him one by one, thanking him for his time and complimenting his beauty. They knew they would cherish the memory of that night for years to come. Mr Jenkins and Mr Steamback walked Brandon to the door, grinning from ear to ear. "You did wonderfully tonight, Brandon," he said, patting the young man on the back. "We will definitely see more of you soon." Brandon smiled, feeling a strange sense of pride and belonging. He knew that he had found a special place in this world, among these old men who appreciated his beauty and vitality. to be continued I love all comments, feedback and conversations at [email protected]
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Wed, 19 Jun 2024 00:33:25 +0000 From: Jock Cummings <[email protected]> Subject: Brandon the Teen Swimmer Chapter 3 Brandon is a muscular teen swimmer. His teacher and coach, Mr Thompson is an ugly chubby old man who caresses and touches Brandon every chance he gets when Brandon trains. In this chapter, Coach Thompson instructs Brandon to model for an art class for old men. How will he cope with all their desire and lust? --- The author copyrights this story, with permission for posting on the Nifty Archive. It may not be copied to another website without prior approval from the author. This story is fiction. Any actual locations, events, or other entities have been completely fictionalized. Any similarities to real people are purely coincidental. The story involves gay sex between older and younger individuals. It was written solely for the reading pleasure of adults who aren't offended by the subject matter. If this type of material is illegal where you live, please leave now! I love all comments, feedback and conversations at [email protected] *** Please consider donating to Nifty to keep this archive free for everyone! Brandon the Teen Swimmer Chapter 3 After that eventful evening with Mr Thompson's old ugly friends, Brandon's swim times improved and he was beating his personal bests at every go. Days later, in the dimly lit office, Coach Thompson's voice was a steady, persuasive hum. "Brandon, you trust me, don't you?" he asked, his eyes fixed intently on the young swimmer. "Yes, Coach," Brandon replied, his gaze unfocused, his body relaxed in the chair. "Good. Now, I want you to listen carefully. Your swimming has improved remarkably, hasn't it?" "It has," Brandon murmured, nodding slowly. "And you believe this is because of our sessions together?" Coach Thompson leaned closer, both his rotund frame and presence dominating over Brandon. "I do." "Excellent. To further enhance your performance, I have a new task for you. It will seem unusual at first, but trust that it's part of your training. You will volunteer as a model for an art class. This exposure will help you relax and focus more during competitions. Do you understand?" Brandon blinked, processing the instructions. "I understand, Coach." "Perfect. Remember, every command I give is for your benefit. You will feel compelled to follow through with this, not out of obligation, but because it feels right. You will embrace this opportunity eagerly." Brandon nodded, his eyes still glazed with the lingering effects of the hypnosis. "Yes, Coach." "This class is held at a senior citizen center, out of town. It's a perfect opportunity to showcase your volunteer spirit, which will undoubtedly impress any scholarship committee," Coach Thompson explained, his tone implying that this was more than just a suggestion. "Mr. Steamback, the owner of the center, has personally requested you because, as he put it, `you are the epitome of perfection for artists to capture.' "You remember Mr. Steamback, don't you, Brandon? Few nights ago, he really enjoyed your body," Coach Thompson said, his voice low and suggestive, a sly grin playing on his lips. Brandon's brow furrowed slightly, as if trying to recall the memory. "Yes, I remember him," he replied, his voice steady but distant. "Good. Embrace this role, Brandon. It feels right, doesn't it?" Coach Thompson pressed, his tone persuasive, almost hypnotic. "Yes, Coach," Brandon murmured, his voice calm and compliant feeling a strange compulsion to fulfil this new directive. "It does feel right." "Good. Remember, every part of this is designed to elevate your performance. You will eagerly look forward to this experience, knowing it's essential for your success." Brandon stood in front of the mirror, admiring the way his tank top clung to his muscular torso. He ran a hand through his hair, making sure it was perfectly styled for his upcoming art class. This time, Coach Thompson had instructed him to wear something casual yet alluring -- jean cut-offs and a tight-fitting tank top. As Brandon adjusted his clothes, he couldn't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and unease about what awaited him at the senior citizen center. He left his apartment and made his way to the bus stop, his heart racing as he thought about that evening in Mr Thompson's office. The memory of the old men's hands and tongues on his body constantly replayed in his mind and instantly made his cock twitch. He felt strange but he knew that he had to obey Coach Thompson's commands. As he boarded the bus to the senior center, Brandon noticed a balding obese man about late 40s with thick glasses sitting near the back. The man looked up as Brandon approached, eyes lit up and a smile spreading across his face. Much to Brandon's dismay, the man scooted over, making room for him to sit down. Brandon felt the need to sit next to him. "Hello there," the man said, his voice raspy and wheezing. "I take this bus all the time and I never see you before." Brandon smiled weekly and kept quiet. However, Brandon couldn't help but feel both intrigued and repelled by the obese man's interest in him. He decided to play it safe and keep the man at arm's length, offering vague responses to his eager questions. Rupert, the obese older nerd, continued to bombard him with personal questions, desperate to know everything about him. It was clearly apparent that Rupert found Brandon irresistible and couldn't control his desire to know more about this mysterious young man who had suddenly appeared in his life. Rupert then tried the simplest of questions. "So where are you headed?" Coach Thompson's words suddenly echoed in Brandon's mind, urging him to submit to his desires. It was as if the coach's voice had triggered some primal instinct within Brandon, making it impossible for him to resist any advances from old men. Brandon finally gave in and replied, trying to sound friendly. "I'm on my way to an art class." The obese man's eyes lit up at the mention of the art class. "Oh, really?" he asked, leaning in closer. "I love art. What kind of class are you taking?" Brandon hesitated again, unsure how much he should reveal. "Oh no. I'm the model for an art class for senior citizens," he finally admitted, feeling a wave of excitement mixed with apprehension. The man's jaw dropped, and his eyes widened behind his thick glasses. "No way!" he exclaimed. "That sounds amazing. You are definitely perfect for it. I wish I could go." Brandon couldn't help but feel flattered by the man's interest, but he also wanted to maintain control over the situation. He suddenly had the notion to tease the obese man while still keeping him at a distance. He knew he looked good and couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence as he flexed his muscles, making them ripple beneath his skin. He turned around to face the obese man, who was watching him with an almost desperate hunger in his eyes. Brandon decided to have some fun with the situation and slowly raised his arms behind his head, showing off his toned biceps, pecs, and nipples and pits. The obese man's eyes seemed to bulge out of their sockets as he stared at Brandon's body, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Brandon smiled to himself, enjoying the power he held over the man. He decided to take things a step further and began to run his hands over his chest, circling his nipples and teasingly tweaking them. The obese man's saliva pooled at the corners of his mouth as he watched Brandon touch himself. "What are you looking at?" Brandon asked, disgusted he asked that question but enjoying the way the man squirmed under his gaze. The obese man's mouth was agape and his saliva started flowing out, his eyes never leaving Brandon's body. Brandon smiled and continued to tease the man, knowing that he could do whatever he wanted and the man would be powerless to stop him. As the bus pulled up to the senior citizen center, Brandon made sure to give the obese man one last reminder of what he was missing. He stood up and turned around, presenting his backside to the man. He bent over slightly, giving the man a clear view of his tight, round buttocks. The obese man's eyes practically glazed over as he stared at Brandon's perfect backside, his arousal evident in the growing bulge beneath his shirt. Brandon exited the bus, feeling confused that he did what he did but also pleased with himself for dominating the obese man so easily. As he made his way into the senior citizen center, he couldn't help but anticipate the next part of Mr. Thompson's plan. What awaited him inside? And how far would he go to please the old men and fulfil the perverted desires of his hypnotist coach? Brandon cleared his head from the bus encounter, entered the senior citizen center and walked into the art room. The walls were adorned with various paintings and sketches, most of which featured nude men in provocative poses. Brandon thought that to be a bit peculiar. Still, he felt a mix of excitement and nervousness as he scanned the room, and saw that the room was full of old men gathering around easels, their eyes fixated on him. Brandon's eyes darted around the room, landing on two short, pudgy older men in their late 50s. One he vaguely recognized from that evening at Coach Thompson's office, where his body had been explored by eager hands. The other man, flamboyantly dressed in a garish sequinned coat, stood with an air of confidence in the center of the room. Upon spotting Brandon, both men gestured wildly for him to join them. Mr. Steamback approached Brandon with a lustful grin, his hands immediately finding their way to Brandon's biceps and shoulder. "Ah, Brandon, my boy! You look even more delectable than I remember," he said, his voice dripping with innuendo as he reminisced about their previous encounter. "That night was quite... invigorating, wasn't it?" Brandon felt a mix of discomfort and compliance under Mr. Steamback's touch, his mind echoing Coach Thompson's commands. "Yes, Mr. Steamback," he replied, his voice steady despite the churning emotions inside him. "I have someone I want you to meet," Mr. Steamback continued, grabbing Brandon's biceps and shoving him towards the man in the sequinned coat. "This is Mr. Jenkins, an esteemed artist and a dear friend. He's very much looking forward to capturing your... essence." Mr. Jenkins extended a hand, his eyes roaming over Brandon's physique with undisguised appreciation. "Pleasure to meet you, Brandon. Your coach has told me so much about you. I must say, looking at you, you are a true muse," he said, his voice smooth and suggestive. Brandon shook Mr. Jenkins' hand, feeling the weight of their expectations. "Thank you, Mr. Jenkins," he responded softly. The effeminate art teacher then proclaimed. "Ah, Class! Welcome Brandon! Brandon, please, remove your clothes and take a seat on the podium." Taken aback by Mr. Jenkins' proposition, Brandon could feel his heart racing in his chest. "Strip?" he echoed, unsure if he had heard correctly. "You want me to pose nude for the class?" Mr. Jenkins feigned a look of puzzlement before responding, "Well, my dear boy, we are drawing nudes today. It's quite essential for an artist to study the human form in all its glory." His eyes roamed hungrily over Brandon's toned body as he placed a hand on the young man's shoulder. Mr. Steamback chimed in, his voice laced with anticipation, "Indeed, Brandon. Your coach has prepared you well for this moment. Embrace it. You know it feels right." He gave Brandon a reassuring pat on the back, though his eyes betrayed a predatory gleam. Brandon hesitated, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension rising within him. He knew that Mr. Thompson had instructed him to do whatever these old men asked of him, but stripping down in front of an open room full of old men seemed like a step too far. The class full of old men began to chime in, their voices laced with desire and eagerness. "Oh yes, please do, young man," one of them pleaded, his eyes fixated on Brandon's body. "We promise to be gentle and respectful." Another man chimed in, "We just want to appreciate your beauty, Brandon. It would be an honor to draw your naked form." The other old men nodded in agreement, their gazes locked on Brandon's body. Mr. Jenkins leaned in close, his hot breath smelling of candy as he whispered, "You know you want to do this, Brandon. Embrace your desires and let these gentlemen admire your beauty." Brandon felt his resolve weakening under the weight of their collective gaze. The hypnotic suggestions from Mr. Thompson echoed in his mind, urging him to submit to his desires. With a deep breath, Brandon began to peel off his clothes, starting with his tank top. The old men watched intently, their eyes devouring every inch of exposed skin. Next, Brandon slipped off his jean shorts, revealing his tight briefs that were stretched to their limit by his growing erection. The men let out a collective gasp as they took in the sight of Brandon's barely contained arousal. Mr Jenkins was not going to allow Brandon to stop. "Oh my, you are simply stunning," Mr. Jenkins whispered, his eyes lingering on Brandon's chest. "Now, please remove your underwear so the gentlemen can begin sketching you." Brandon hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and slid them down his legs, revealing his fully growing veiny cock, bouncing a few times hypnotically. The men couldn't hide their excitement any longer, and they began to applaud and cheer as they beheld Brandon's naked form. Mr. Jenkins stepped forward, his eyes devouring Brandon's naked form. "You are truly a work of art, my dear boy," he murmured, tracing a finger along Brandon's chiseled abs, causing the young man to shiver under his touch. Simultaneously, Mr. Steamback positioned himself behind Brandon, who was seated naked on the couch. With a sly grin, he placed both hands on Brandon's nipples, gently rolling them between his fingers. "Indeed, your beauty is a gift to us all," Mr. Steamback added, his voice low and suggestive as he manipulated Brandon's sensitive flesh. Brandon felt a wave of pride, satisfaction and tremendous arousal wash over him as he basked in the attention of the old men. He surrendered to their desires and allowed them to appreciate his naked form, reveling in the adrenalin that came with embracing his primal instincts. Mr. Jenkins began his class. "Now, I understand that some of you might be a bit shy or nervous about drawing such a fine specimen," Mr. Jenkins continued, looking around the room at the eager faces. "But I want you to remember that this is an opportunity to hone your skills. Brandon here is going to help you become better artists by providing you with the perfect muse. Remember, gentlemen, the key to capturing his essence is to draw what you feel, not just what you see. Don't be afraid to let your imagination run wild. " Brandon found himself becoming more and more aroused by the intense focus the old men were giving him. Their pencils moved furiously across their canvases, capturing every detail of his body. He couldn't help but feel a sense of power, knowing that he held their attention so completely. Despite his initial reservations, Brandon soon found himself enjoying the attention of the old men. The heat of their gazes upon him was like a physical touch, sending shivers down his spine and making his hard veiny cock fully erect with excitement. As the old men continued with their sketches, Mr. Jenkins approached Brandon, his hands lingering on the young man's thighs. "Don't worry, sweetheart," he cooed, running a finger along Brandon's inner thigh. "Just relax and enjoy the attention. These men are going to make you feel like a work of art." Brandon shivered under the teacher's touch, his body responding to the hypnotic suggestions he'd received during his sessions with Mr. Thompson. He felt an overwhelming urge to please the men, to give them whatever they desired. After several minutes of intense sketching, Mr. Jenkins called for a break, instructing the men to put down their pencils and step away from their work. "Take a moment to appreciate Brandon's form, gentlemen," he said, gesturing towards the young man. "You've made excellent progress so far. But now it's time to take your artistry to the next level." "I want each of you to take a turn feeling Brandon's body," Mr. Jenkins continued, his gaze never leaving Brandon's face. "Explore every inch of him, from his shoulders to his toes. Let's show our appreciation for this magnificent specimen of manhood." Brandon froze as he pondered the meaning of Mr. Jenkins' instructions. He felt Mr. Jenkins's hands caressing his shoulders from behind. "What's wrong, Brandon?" he asked with a gentle smile, running his fingers through Brandon's hair. "Consider this an opportunity for deeper understanding, Brandon," Mr. Jenkins murmured, his voice smooth and persuasive. "These artists need to feel the contours of your muscles, the texture of your skin, to truly capture your essence on paper. It's all in the name of art, my dear boy." Brandon swallowed hard, trying to calm his racing thoughts. Thoughts of disgust but more importantly, thoughts of arousal. The old men wasted no time in following Mr. Jenkins' command. They rushed to line up, each one waiting for their turn to touch Brandon. The young man lay on the couch, his eyes closed as he surrendered to their desires, Coach Thompson's hypnotic suggestions still ringing in his mind. Mr Steamback was the first forward, his hands trembling with anticipation. He began by tracing the contours of Brandon's face, marveling at the perfection of his features. His fingers traveled down the length of Brandon's neck, pausing to explore the hollow of his throat, tracing his fingers across his pronounced collarbone before moving on to his chest. As the man caressed Brandon's chest, the young man felt a shiver run through him. Brandon felt the old man's nimble fingers dancing over his chest, tracing each contour and crevice with an artist's precision. The man seemed to be particularly fascinated by Brandon's nipples, spending what felt like an eternity flicking, tweaking, and kneading them as if they held the key to unlocking the mysteries of the universe. The sensations were electric, sending shivers down Brandon's spine and igniting a fire in his loins. He gasped as the man increased the pressure, twisting his nipples deftly. The discomfort only served to heighten Brandon's arousal, making him keenly aware of every touch, every breath, every heartbeat. Brandon felt himself growing harder by the second, his cock throbbing and bouncing as it became engorged. He couldn't help but squirm under the old man's touch, his body begging for more. Suddenly, the man stopped, leaving Brandon hanging on the precipice of pleasure. With a sly grin, he looked up at Brandon and nodded towards the other men in the room. "I think it's time we shared the wealth," he said, his voice thick with desire. The second man in line took his place, his hands roaming over Brandon's abs and hips. He squeezed the young man's flesh, reveling in the solid muscle beneath his fingertips. The man's breath grew ragged as he explored Brandon's body, his own desire mounting with each passing moment. The next old man almost shoved the second man away. This man was a tall and wiry gentleman with a long white beard and he wore a cardigan sweater and tweed pants. He knelt beside Brandon and began running his hands gently over the young man's chest, marveling at the smoothness of his skin and the definition of his muscles. As he traced the contours of Brandon's abs, he leaned in closer, his warm breath tickling Brandon's stomach. Pretending to be short-sighted, the old man moved in too close to Brandon's neck, making the young man shiver with anticipation. His hands continued to explore, moving lower to cup Brandon's balls, gently massaging them before taking hold of his hardening cock slyly giving a moaning Brandon slow and deliberate strokes. Mr Jenkins had to chase him away. It was the now turn of a stockier old man with a round belly who wore a loud Hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts, revealing a pair of hairy legs that contrasted with Brandon's smooth, toned limbs. He eagerly climbed onto the couch, wedging himself between Brandon's legs, his hands immediately grasping the young man's thighs. The stocky old man began to inspect and fondle his way up Brandon's legs, taking his time to savor every inch of skin. When he reached Brandon's groin, he paused, looking up at the young man with a mischievous grin before placing his face right next to Brandon's cock. The old man's hot breath made Brandon's member bounce, accidentally slapping the Hawaiian shirt old man's lips in the process. The next old man in line was a slender gentleman with thinning hair and glasses that rested on the tip of his nose. He wore a tweed jacket with suede elbow patches and carried himself with an air of scholarly intelligence. He observed Brandon carefully, taking mental notes of the young man's beauty before joining him on the couch. The scholarly old man began by inhaling Brandon scent, his nose trailing along Brandon's inner thighs, working his way higher until he reached the young man's balls. He took one in his hand, gently clasping and massaging it while his other hand caressed Brandon's perineum. As Brandon moaned with pleasure, the old man used a finger to circle Brandon's virgin hole and continued to lavish attention on Brandon's balls. Each old man brought something unique to the table, their individual styles and techniques combining to create an unforgettable experience for Brandon. The young man found himself lost in a sea of sensations, unable to resist the advances of these experienced gentlemen. Brandon found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on anything other than the excruciating need to relieve himself. It took him all the willpower not to touch his hard cock there and there. Mr Jenkins put a halt to the proceedings at the chagrin of the participants. "Now, gentlemen," Mr. Jenkins said, clapping his hands together. "Let's give our model a well-deserved break. We wouldn't want to wear him out completely, would we?" The old men grumbled in protest and reluctantly went back to their seats. Mr Jenkins carried on. "Come now, we mustn't overwork our model. Besides, I have a special treat for him." He winked at Brandon, knowing full well the torment the young man was experiencing. Brandon's heart raced as he wondered what Mr Jenkins had in store for him. Mr Jenkins approached Brandon, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. He ran a hand over Brandon's chest, causing the young man to shiver with anticipation. "You've done wonderfully tonight, Brandon," he purred. "But I think it's time we helped you with your little... problem." Brandon's eyes widened as Mr Jenkins knelt before him, taking Brandon's hard cock into his mouth. The sensation was unexpected and intense, sending waves of pleasure coursing through Brandon's body. He moaned, his hands instinctively grabbing onto Mr Jenkins' shoulders for support. The old men watched, transfixed, as their teacher pleasured the young model. They couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy, wishing they too could taste Brandon's sweet nectar. But they knew their place, and they settled for watching the erotic display before them, each capturing the moment on their canvas. As Brandon's moans grew louder, Mr. Jenkins increased the intensity of his ministrations, his pudgy hands fondling Brandon's nipples while he sucked Brandon's cock with gusto, determined to bring the young man to the edge. Brandon's body tensed, and he cried out reflexively, "Oh god!" His voice was a mix of desperation and pleasure as he felt his orgasm building. Mr. Jenkins, sensing the impending explosion, intensified his efforts. His lips tightened around Brandon's throbbing shaft, and his tongue swirled expertly over the sensitive head. Each movement was calculated to drive Brandon further into ecstasy, pushing him closer to the edge. As Brandon's moans grew louder, Mr. Jenkins' hands twisted and pinched Brandon's nipples, adding to Brandon's overwhelming experience. The room was filled with the sounds of Brandon's pleasure, each gasp and moan echoing off the walls as he neared his peak. With a guttural cry, "Arghh...I'm cumming!" Brandon's body tensed and then convulsed as his climax overtook him. His hot seed erupted into Mr. Jenkins' eager mouth, the older man swallowing eagerly, savoring every drop. Brandon's body shuddered violently, each pulse of his release sending waves of pleasure through him that left him weak and breathless. As the last of his essence was consumed by Mr. Jenkins, Brandon collapsed back onto the couch, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. The room was silent for a moment, the only sound the heavy breathing of the spent model and the soft slurping noises as Mr. Jenkins finished cleaning Brandon's cock with his tongue. Finally, Mr. Jenkins stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a satisfied grin on his face. "Well done, gentlemen," he said, addressing the class. "You've all contributed to a most... enlightening session." The old men cheered and applauded as Brandon trembled with pleasure. Mr Jenkins stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a satisfied grin on his face. "There now, that's better, isn't it?" Brandon nodded, still catching his breath. He couldn't believe what had just happened, but somehow, it felt right. He had given these men a glimpse of youth, and they had given him something he didn't know he needed -- a taste of forbidden pleasure. As the evening came to a close, Brandon dressed and prepared to leave. The old men approached him one by one, thanking him for his time and complimenting his beauty. They knew they would cherish the memory of that night for years to come. Mr Jenkins and Mr Steamback walked Brandon to the door, grinning from ear to ear. "You did wonderfully tonight, Brandon," he said, patting the young man on the back. "We will definitely see more of you soon." Brandon smiled, feeling a strange sense of pride and belonging. He knew that he had found a special place in this world, among these old men who appreciated his beauty and vitality. to be continued I love all comments, feedback and conversations at [email protected] </[email protected]> </div></div>
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Date: Tue, 18 Jun 2024 00:09:01 +0000 From: Jock Cummings Subject: Brandon the Teen Swimmer Chapter 2 Brandon is a muscular teen swimmer. His teacher and coach, Mr Thompson is an ugly chubby old man who caresses and touches Brandon every chance he gets when Brandon trains. In this chapter, Brandon realizes that the older male teachers seem to be more brazen in their affection for me. Also, Coach Thompson has a surprise in store for Brandon! --- The author copyrights this story, with permission for posting on the Nifty Archive. It may not be copied to another website without prior approval from the author. This story is fiction. Any actual locations, events, or other entities have been completely fictionalized. Any similarities to real people are purely coincidental. The story involves gay sex between older and younger individuals. It was written solely for the reading pleasure of adults who aren't offended by the subject matter. If this type of material is illegal where you live, please leave now! I love all comments, feedback and conversations at [email protected] *** Please consider donating to Nifty to keep this archive free for everyone! Brandon the Teen Swimmer Chapter 2 THE NEXT WEEK The sunlight streamed through the glass windows, casting beams of warmth and light onto Brandon's sleeping form. He stretched languidly, his mind still thinking of the hypnosis session days before. As his memories slowly came into focus, he felt a tingling sensation in his nipples and groin, anticipating Mr. Thompson's touch. His already hard cock throbbed and bounced up and down at the thought of old men like Tom and Lloyd fondling him. Rising from his bed, Brandon made his way to the bathroom to freshen up. He stood in front of the mirror, admiring his toned physique, and couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at the changes he had undergone. His muscles seemed more defined, his skin glowing with health, and his eyes sparkled with a newfound confidence. Brandon's days in campus now centered around his newfound sexual prowess and the attention it garnered from both his coaches and his teachers. His chiseled physique and glowing golden skin were impossible to ignore, making him the object of desire for many of the male authority figures at the school. As Brandon walked the halls between classes, he couldn't help but notice the admiring glances thrown his way. The older teachers, in particular, seemed unable to resist commenting on his appearance. "My, my, look at those muscles!" exclaimed Mr. Bunhead, an obese history teacher with an effeminate gait. "You've really been working hard, haven't you?" Blushing slightly, Brandon nodded and mumbled a thanks. Throughout the class, Mr. Bunhead couldn't seem to keep his hands off Brandon. He touched his arms, chest, and even thighs while lecturing. Brandon tried his best to ignore the attention, focusing instead on the lesson, but it was difficult to concentrate with Mr. Bunhead hands wandering all over him every single time the old man walked around. The obese teacher has a habit of licking his lips hungrily whenever Brandon is around, his eyes roaming over the younger man's muscular frame. Mr. Harrison, another aging teacher with a receding hairline, couldn't stop praising Brandon's athleticism. "You're a natural, son," he would say, patting Brandon on the back with a bit too much force. "Keep up the good work." The constant touching and compliments should have been uncomfortable, but Brandon found himself reveling in the attention. It was as if the hypnosis had rewired his brain to crave the physical contact and approval of these older men. One afternoon, as Brandon was changing for training, Mr. Harrison entered the locker room, claiming he needed to check on some equipment. His eyes immediately locked onto Brandon's nearly naked body, and he licked his lips hungrily. "You know, Brandon," he said, his voice low and husky, "I used to be quite the athlete myself back in the day. I bet I could teach you a thing or two about training." Without waiting for a response, Mr. Harrison closed the distance between them and began running his hands over Brandon's chest and abs. Brandon shuddered with pleasure, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the teacher's fingers traced the contours of his body. Emboldened by Brandon's reaction, Mr. Harrison leaned in and kissed him forcefully, pushing his tongue past the younger man's parted lips. Brandon moaned softly even though he felt shocked and disgusted. At the same time, he wanted this kiss to carry on forever. Unfortunately for Mr Harrison, they were interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching the locker room. Mr. Harrison, flushed and panting, muttered something about checking the equipment again and hurried out, leaving Brandon standing there with a mixture of shame and arousal coursing through his veins. Just within this week, Brandon found himself becoming more and more comfortable with the attention and advances of his teachers. He even began seeking out opportunities for physical contact, finding excuses to visit their offices or stay after class for "extra help." The thrill of being desired by these older men was like a drug, and Brandon was hooked. He knew that this wasn't normal behavior, but try as he might, he couldn't bring himself to stop. The need for approval and validation was simply too strong. Brandon snapped out of the memory of school and continued to admire himself in the mirror. He raised his arms above his head and flexed his abs and pecs admiring how hot he is now. Staying shirtless, he put on a pair of tight running shorts with high slits that left little to the imagination. His heart raced with excitement as he made his way school for his swim training. Brandon sprinted into the campus pool excited to see Mr Thompson at the gate. Mr. Thomson commanded Brandon to jump into the pool and begin his laps. With a final squeeze of his ass, Brandon leapt into the water, his powerful strokes sending ripples across the surface. The rest of the day was a blur of training with Brandon pushing himself harder than ever before, driven by his desire to please Mr. Thomson. Brandon's training finished and he felt his muscles pumped after all the sets and laps. As evening descended, Mr. Thomson's office instructed Brandon to his office. As Brandon was about to get dressed to head into Mr Thompson's office, the coach stopped him and told him to come in in just the skimpy Speedo Brandon was wearing for training. Mr Thompson then winked and said "I've got a surprise for you Brandon!" The coach had arranged a private meeting with several older, influential men from the swimming community, and Brandon was to be the main attraction. These men heard about Brandon from Mr Thompson and could not wait to see the coach's prize swimmer. Brandon stepped into Coach Thompson's office, apprehension gnawing at his gut. He had no idea what the coach had planned for him and it left him feeling both anxious and excited. As he stepped inside, Brandon's eyes fell upon Coach Thompson, who was sitting behind his desk with a wide grin on his face. But it wasn't the coach that made Brandon's heart skip a beat; it was the four old men sitting across from him. Brandon recognized them instantly as the same men from the photos on Mr. Thompson's desk. The men looked up as Brandon entered, their eyes hungrily devouring his toned body, clad only in the skimpy Speedo he had been instructed to wear. A sense of sexual tension filled the room as they leered at him, making Brandon feel like a prized piece of meat on display. "Ah, Brandon! Right on time," Coach Thompson said, his voice oozing with satisfaction. "Come in, close the door, and meet our esteemed guests." Brandon hesitantly approached the men, his heart pounding in his chest. As he drew closer, he could see the lust in their eyes, and it gave him goosebumps, making his skin all the more sensitive. One of the men, a diminutive balding gentleman with a potbelly, spoke up first. "So, you're the famous Brandon, eh? We've heard so much about you." His words were laced with desire, and Brandon could feel his cock twitching in response. Another man, this one lanky with a thin mustache and beady eyes, chimed in. "Yes, yes. We've seen pictures of your progress, but nothing compares to the real thing." He gestured towards Brandon's Speedo, his skeletal fingers almost brushing against the outline of the younger man's growing erection. Brandon felt his face flush as the men continued to ogle at him, making small talk about his physique and asking him questions about his training regimen. The lecherous undertones in their voices left no doubt as to their true intentions, and Brandon found himself both repulsed and aroused by their attention. Coach Thompson watched the exchange with amusement, clearly enjoying Brandon's discomfort. "Now, Brandon, why don't you flex for us?" he suggested, a wicked glint in his eye. "I'm sure the gentlemen would love to see you just how far you've come with your training." The men chuckled amongst themselves, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. Brandon was unsure but was not able to verbalise anything. Instead, he swallowed hard, knowing that he had no choice but to submit to their desires. "Go on," Mr. Thompson urged, his voice increasingly demanding. "Let us have a good look at our star swimmer." As Brandon stood before the old men, his body still tingling from their touch, Mr. Thompson smiled down at him and said, "You know, boys, I think it would be a great idea for Brandon to show off his progress with a little posing routine. Don't you agree?" The men eagerly nodded their agreement, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. Brandon felt a mixture of excitement and unease as he realized that he would once again be the center of attention for these lustful older men. He took a deep breath and began to flex his muscles, performing a series of poses that highlighted his chiseled physique. As he did so, the men let out appreciative whistles and cheers, encouraging him to continue. Brandon couldn't help but feel proud of his body as he watched the older men fawn over his every move. Their compliments and desire made him feel strong and powerful, and he found himself revelling in the attention. After several minutes of posing, one of the men spoke up, his voice dripping with lust. "Mr. Thomson, we really should be able to touch Brandon's muscles to appreciate his progress as a champion swimmer," he said, his gaze lingering on Brandon's toned abs. Mr. Thomson hesitated for a moment, then nodded his assent. "Alright, boys, you can touch, but be gentle. We don't want to hurt our star swimmer." The portly gentleman, Mr. Steamback reached out first towards Brandon's chest. He began softly massaging his pecs and Brandon instinctively flexed them, responding to Mr Steamback's touch. The sensation of the man pressing on his hardening pectorals brought forth an electric pleasure surging through Brandon's body. With each contraction of his fibers came a swift wave of enjoyment from his groin to the top of his head. The rest of the men crowded around Brandon, their hands roaming over his body as they marveled at his muscles. Brandon found himself enjoying the contact, even as he felt uncomfortable with their lustful looks. Within moments, Brandon found himself surrounded by the old men, each of them eager to touch and caress his toned physique. Their hands roamed over his chest and abs, squeezing his nipples and tracing the contours of his muscular frame. Brandon couldn't help but moan as they explored every inch of him, their touch both gentle and demanding. The men took turns pinching and playing with Brandon's nipples, causing him to gasp and arch his back in pleasure. The sensations were unlike anything he had ever experienced before, and his cock responded accordingly, growing harder and throbbing with each touch. One of the older men, Mr. Blowharder, bent down in front of Brandon and began to lavish special attention on his nipples, alternating between gentle caresses and firm pinches. Brandon's head fell back in ecstasy, his mouth open in a silent scream as the pleasure coursed through his body. Another man, Mr. Marcel, stood behind Brandon, running his hands up and down the younger man's arms. He marveled at the size and definition of Brandon's biceps, urging him to flex his muscles for their enjoyment. Brandon complied, feeling a rush of power as he watched the old men fawn over his physique. As Mr. Marcel continued to admire Brandon's biceps, he allowed his fingers to drift lower, tracing the outline of Brandon's sides. Brandon shuddered at the touch, his cock twitching in anticipation of what was to come next. Mr. Thompson approached Brandon, a hungry look in his eyes. He placed his hands on Brandon's chest, pushing him back against the wall. Brandon gasped as he felt the coach's weight bearing down on him, the older man's erection pressing into his hip. Without warning, Mr. Thompson leaned in and began kissing Brandon, his tongue invading Brandon's mouth. Brandon's moans filled the room as he gave himself over to the sensations, his body no longer his own. The other men watched with eager eyes, their own cocks straining against their pants as they waited for their turn with the young stud. They took turns caressing Brandon's abs, thighs, and arms, each touch driving him closer to the edge of pleasure and pain. Brandon found himself lost in a world of sensations, his body surrendering to the desires of the older men. Mr Marcel spoke up, his voice quivering in excited lust. "It would be much easier for us to measure Brandon's progress if he takes off his Speedo," he said, his eyes locked onto the younger man's groin. The rest of the old men readily agreed with Mr. Marcel's suggestion and nodded furiously while not stopping their perverted molesting of the fit swimmer. Brandon hesitated, unsure if he wanted to go that far. Mr Thompson said "You want to be a swim champ don't you?" Brandon mouth was dry and could not say anything. He suddenly remembered his goal and the desire for approval and acceptance from these men was too strong, and he finally nodded his consent. Slowly, Brandon reached down and slipped off his Speedo, revealing his fully erect 7 inch veiny cock to the eager gazes of the old men. They let out a collective gasp, their eyes filled with hunger as they stared at his naked form. The men circled around Brandon, their hungry gazes raking over his dripping wet body. He shivered slightly, feeling both exposed and aroused under their intense scrutiny. As the men moved closer, Brandon caught sight of their eager faces and the prominent bulges in their pants. A wave of lust swept through him, and he felt his own cock twitch in response. Mr Steamback, ever the eager enthusiast, reached out and cupped Brandon's balls, causing the younger man to gasp in surprise. The touch sent electricity coursing through his veins, and he couldn't help but thrust his hips forward, offering himself up for more. The other men continued to touch and caress him as well. Emboldened, the old men started licking Brandon's muscles focusing on his nipples, pits, neck and bicpes. Tongues roamed over his chest and abs, sucking on his nipples and tracing the contours of his muscular frame. Brandon found himself lost in a world of pleasure, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the men explored every inch of his body. It wasn't long before he felt a burning need to release the pressure building within him, and he reached down to stroke his hardening cock. Just then, Mr. Thomson intervened, grabbing Brandon's wrist and stopping him mid-stroke. "Not yet, my boy," he purred, his eyes glinting with desire. "We have plenty of time for that later. For now, enjoy the attention of these fine gentlemen." With that, Mr. Thomson leaned in and kissed Brandon passionately again, forcing his tongue past the younger man's parted lips. The taste of the coach's mouth, combined with the sensation of multiple hands touching his body, sent Brandon into a state of pure ecstasy. The lines between pleasure and disgust blurred as he discovered new depths of depravity, his body surrendering to the desires of his coach and the other men. Brandon's muffled groans were so loud it was fortunate that the campus was empty. I love all comments, feedback and conversations at [email protected]
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Tue, 18 Jun 2024 00:09:01 +0000 From: Jock Cummings <[email protected]> Subject: Brandon the Teen Swimmer Chapter 2 Brandon is a muscular teen swimmer. His teacher and coach, Mr Thompson is an ugly chubby old man who caresses and touches Brandon every chance he gets when Brandon trains. In this chapter, Brandon realizes that the older male teachers seem to be more brazen in their affection for me. Also, Coach Thompson has a surprise in store for Brandon! --- The author copyrights this story, with permission for posting on the Nifty Archive. It may not be copied to another website without prior approval from the author. This story is fiction. Any actual locations, events, or other entities have been completely fictionalized. Any similarities to real people are purely coincidental. The story involves gay sex between older and younger individuals. It was written solely for the reading pleasure of adults who aren't offended by the subject matter. If this type of material is illegal where you live, please leave now! I love all comments, feedback and conversations at [email protected] *** Please consider donating to Nifty to keep this archive free for everyone! Brandon the Teen Swimmer Chapter 2 THE NEXT WEEK The sunlight streamed through the glass windows, casting beams of warmth and light onto Brandon's sleeping form. He stretched languidly, his mind still thinking of the hypnosis session days before. As his memories slowly came into focus, he felt a tingling sensation in his nipples and groin, anticipating Mr. Thompson's touch. His already hard cock throbbed and bounced up and down at the thought of old men like Tom and Lloyd fondling him. Rising from his bed, Brandon made his way to the bathroom to freshen up. He stood in front of the mirror, admiring his toned physique, and couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at the changes he had undergone. His muscles seemed more defined, his skin glowing with health, and his eyes sparkled with a newfound confidence. Brandon's days in campus now centered around his newfound sexual prowess and the attention it garnered from both his coaches and his teachers. His chiseled physique and glowing golden skin were impossible to ignore, making him the object of desire for many of the male authority figures at the school. As Brandon walked the halls between classes, he couldn't help but notice the admiring glances thrown his way. The older teachers, in particular, seemed unable to resist commenting on his appearance. "My, my, look at those muscles!" exclaimed Mr. Bunhead, an obese history teacher with an effeminate gait. "You've really been working hard, haven't you?" Blushing slightly, Brandon nodded and mumbled a thanks. Throughout the class, Mr. Bunhead couldn't seem to keep his hands off Brandon. He touched his arms, chest, and even thighs while lecturing. Brandon tried his best to ignore the attention, focusing instead on the lesson, but it was difficult to concentrate with Mr. Bunhead hands wandering all over him every single time the old man walked around. The obese teacher has a habit of licking his lips hungrily whenever Brandon is around, his eyes roaming over the younger man's muscular frame. Mr. Harrison, another aging teacher with a receding hairline, couldn't stop praising Brandon's athleticism. "You're a natural, son," he would say, patting Brandon on the back with a bit too much force. "Keep up the good work." The constant touching and compliments should have been uncomfortable, but Brandon found himself reveling in the attention. It was as if the hypnosis had rewired his brain to crave the physical contact and approval of these older men. One afternoon, as Brandon was changing for training, Mr. Harrison entered the locker room, claiming he needed to check on some equipment. His eyes immediately locked onto Brandon's nearly naked body, and he licked his lips hungrily. "You know, Brandon," he said, his voice low and husky, "I used to be quite the athlete myself back in the day. I bet I could teach you a thing or two about training." Without waiting for a response, Mr. Harrison closed the distance between them and began running his hands over Brandon's chest and abs. Brandon shuddered with pleasure, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the teacher's fingers traced the contours of his body. Emboldened by Brandon's reaction, Mr. Harrison leaned in and kissed him forcefully, pushing his tongue past the younger man's parted lips. Brandon moaned softly even though he felt shocked and disgusted. At the same time, he wanted this kiss to carry on forever. Unfortunately for Mr Harrison, they were interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching the locker room. Mr. Harrison, flushed and panting, muttered something about checking the equipment again and hurried out, leaving Brandon standing there with a mixture of shame and arousal coursing through his veins. Just within this week, Brandon found himself becoming more and more comfortable with the attention and advances of his teachers. He even began seeking out opportunities for physical contact, finding excuses to visit their offices or stay after class for "extra help." The thrill of being desired by these older men was like a drug, and Brandon was hooked. He knew that this wasn't normal behavior, but try as he might, he couldn't bring himself to stop. The need for approval and validation was simply too strong. Brandon snapped out of the memory of school and continued to admire himself in the mirror. He raised his arms above his head and flexed his abs and pecs admiring how hot he is now. Staying shirtless, he put on a pair of tight running shorts with high slits that left little to the imagination. His heart raced with excitement as he made his way school for his swim training. Brandon sprinted into the campus pool excited to see Mr Thompson at the gate. Mr. Thomson commanded Brandon to jump into the pool and begin his laps. With a final squeeze of his ass, Brandon leapt into the water, his powerful strokes sending ripples across the surface. The rest of the day was a blur of training with Brandon pushing himself harder than ever before, driven by his desire to please Mr. Thomson. Brandon's training finished and he felt his muscles pumped after all the sets and laps. As evening descended, Mr. Thomson's office instructed Brandon to his office. As Brandon was about to get dressed to head into Mr Thompson's office, the coach stopped him and told him to come in in just the skimpy Speedo Brandon was wearing for training. Mr Thompson then winked and said "I've got a surprise for you Brandon!" The coach had arranged a private meeting with several older, influential men from the swimming community, and Brandon was to be the main attraction. These men heard about Brandon from Mr Thompson and could not wait to see the coach's prize swimmer. Brandon stepped into Coach Thompson's office, apprehension gnawing at his gut. He had no idea what the coach had planned for him and it left him feeling both anxious and excited. As he stepped inside, Brandon's eyes fell upon Coach Thompson, who was sitting behind his desk with a wide grin on his face. But it wasn't the coach that made Brandon's heart skip a beat; it was the four old men sitting across from him. Brandon recognized them instantly as the same men from the photos on Mr. Thompson's desk. The men looked up as Brandon entered, their eyes hungrily devouring his toned body, clad only in the skimpy Speedo he had been instructed to wear. A sense of sexual tension filled the room as they leered at him, making Brandon feel like a prized piece of meat on display. "Ah, Brandon! Right on time," Coach Thompson said, his voice oozing with satisfaction. "Come in, close the door, and meet our esteemed guests." Brandon hesitantly approached the men, his heart pounding in his chest. As he drew closer, he could see the lust in their eyes, and it gave him goosebumps, making his skin all the more sensitive. One of the men, a diminutive balding gentleman with a potbelly, spoke up first. "So, you're the famous Brandon, eh? We've heard so much about you." His words were laced with desire, and Brandon could feel his cock twitching in response. Another man, this one lanky with a thin mustache and beady eyes, chimed in. "Yes, yes. We've seen pictures of your progress, but nothing compares to the real thing." He gestured towards Brandon's Speedo, his skeletal fingers almost brushing against the outline of the younger man's growing erection. Brandon felt his face flush as the men continued to ogle at him, making small talk about his physique and asking him questions about his training regimen. The lecherous undertones in their voices left no doubt as to their true intentions, and Brandon found himself both repulsed and aroused by their attention. Coach Thompson watched the exchange with amusement, clearly enjoying Brandon's discomfort. "Now, Brandon, why don't you flex for us?" he suggested, a wicked glint in his eye. "I'm sure the gentlemen would love to see you just how far you've come with your training." The men chuckled amongst themselves, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. Brandon was unsure but was not able to verbalise anything. Instead, he swallowed hard, knowing that he had no choice but to submit to their desires. "Go on," Mr. Thompson urged, his voice increasingly demanding. "Let us have a good look at our star swimmer." As Brandon stood before the old men, his body still tingling from their touch, Mr. Thompson smiled down at him and said, "You know, boys, I think it would be a great idea for Brandon to show off his progress with a little posing routine. Don't you agree?" The men eagerly nodded their agreement, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. Brandon felt a mixture of excitement and unease as he realized that he would once again be the center of attention for these lustful older men. He took a deep breath and began to flex his muscles, performing a series of poses that highlighted his chiseled physique. As he did so, the men let out appreciative whistles and cheers, encouraging him to continue. Brandon couldn't help but feel proud of his body as he watched the older men fawn over his every move. Their compliments and desire made him feel strong and powerful, and he found himself revelling in the attention. After several minutes of posing, one of the men spoke up, his voice dripping with lust. "Mr. Thomson, we really should be able to touch Brandon's muscles to appreciate his progress as a champion swimmer," he said, his gaze lingering on Brandon's toned abs. Mr. Thomson hesitated for a moment, then nodded his assent. "Alright, boys, you can touch, but be gentle. We don't want to hurt our star swimmer." The portly gentleman, Mr. Steamback reached out first towards Brandon's chest. He began softly massaging his pecs and Brandon instinctively flexed them, responding to Mr Steamback's touch. The sensation of the man pressing on his hardening pectorals brought forth an electric pleasure surging through Brandon's body. With each contraction of his fibers came a swift wave of enjoyment from his groin to the top of his head. The rest of the men crowded around Brandon, their hands roaming over his body as they marveled at his muscles. Brandon found himself enjoying the contact, even as he felt uncomfortable with their lustful looks. Within moments, Brandon found himself surrounded by the old men, each of them eager to touch and caress his toned physique. Their hands roamed over his chest and abs, squeezing his nipples and tracing the contours of his muscular frame. Brandon couldn't help but moan as they explored every inch of him, their touch both gentle and demanding. The men took turns pinching and playing with Brandon's nipples, causing him to gasp and arch his back in pleasure. The sensations were unlike anything he had ever experienced before, and his cock responded accordingly, growing harder and throbbing with each touch. One of the older men, Mr. Blowharder, bent down in front of Brandon and began to lavish special attention on his nipples, alternating between gentle caresses and firm pinches. Brandon's head fell back in ecstasy, his mouth open in a silent scream as the pleasure coursed through his body. Another man, Mr. Marcel, stood behind Brandon, running his hands up and down the younger man's arms. He marveled at the size and definition of Brandon's biceps, urging him to flex his muscles for their enjoyment. Brandon complied, feeling a rush of power as he watched the old men fawn over his physique. As Mr. Marcel continued to admire Brandon's biceps, he allowed his fingers to drift lower, tracing the outline of Brandon's sides. Brandon shuddered at the touch, his cock twitching in anticipation of what was to come next. Mr. Thompson approached Brandon, a hungry look in his eyes. He placed his hands on Brandon's chest, pushing him back against the wall. Brandon gasped as he felt the coach's weight bearing down on him, the older man's erection pressing into his hip. Without warning, Mr. Thompson leaned in and began kissing Brandon, his tongue invading Brandon's mouth. Brandon's moans filled the room as he gave himself over to the sensations, his body no longer his own. The other men watched with eager eyes, their own cocks straining against their pants as they waited for their turn with the young stud. They took turns caressing Brandon's abs, thighs, and arms, each touch driving him closer to the edge of pleasure and pain. Brandon found himself lost in a world of sensations, his body surrendering to the desires of the older men. Mr Marcel spoke up, his voice quivering in excited lust. "It would be much easier for us to measure Brandon's progress if he takes off his Speedo," he said, his eyes locked onto the younger man's groin. The rest of the old men readily agreed with Mr. Marcel's suggestion and nodded furiously while not stopping their perverted molesting of the fit swimmer. Brandon hesitated, unsure if he wanted to go that far. Mr Thompson said "You want to be a swim champ don't you?" Brandon mouth was dry and could not say anything. He suddenly remembered his goal and the desire for approval and acceptance from these men was too strong, and he finally nodded his consent. Slowly, Brandon reached down and slipped off his Speedo, revealing his fully erect 7 inch veiny cock to the eager gazes of the old men. They let out a collective gasp, their eyes filled with hunger as they stared at his naked form. The men circled around Brandon, their hungry gazes raking over his dripping wet body. He shivered slightly, feeling both exposed and aroused under their intense scrutiny. As the men moved closer, Brandon caught sight of their eager faces and the prominent bulges in their pants. A wave of lust swept through him, and he felt his own cock twitch in response. Mr Steamback, ever the eager enthusiast, reached out and cupped Brandon's balls, causing the younger man to gasp in surprise. The touch sent electricity coursing through his veins, and he couldn't help but thrust his hips forward, offering himself up for more. The other men continued to touch and caress him as well. Emboldened, the old men started licking Brandon's muscles focusing on his nipples, pits, neck and bicpes. Tongues roamed over his chest and abs, sucking on his nipples and tracing the contours of his muscular frame. Brandon found himself lost in a world of pleasure, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the men explored every inch of his body. It wasn't long before he felt a burning need to release the pressure building within him, and he reached down to stroke his hardening cock. Just then, Mr. Thomson intervened, grabbing Brandon's wrist and stopping him mid-stroke. "Not yet, my boy," he purred, his eyes glinting with desire. "We have plenty of time for that later. For now, enjoy the attention of these fine gentlemen." With that, Mr. Thomson leaned in and kissed Brandon passionately again, forcing his tongue past the younger man's parted lips. The taste of the coach's mouth, combined with the sensation of multiple hands touching his body, sent Brandon into a state of pure ecstasy. The lines between pleasure and disgust blurred as he discovered new depths of depravity, his body surrendering to the desires of his coach and the other men. Brandon's muffled groans were so loud it was fortunate that the campus was empty. I love all comments, feedback and conversations at [email protected] </[email protected]> </div></div>
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Date: Sun, 1 Oct 2023 13:26:17 -0600 From: Bill Baker Subject: Brian's Tale, An Old Friend, chapter 05, Gay adult/youth This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males older and younger than 18. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states, and some countries, you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, by the author, without the consent of the author or his designated legal staff. Remember unprotected sex is dangerous, always practice safe sex. Don't forget to donate to Nifty. Help keep these stories free and available! Support Nifty. Do you like it or not, any suggestions? Let me know [email protected] Last Time; Terry growled, as he slid towards me lifting up and sitting on my lap. Brian looked shocked as Terry impaled himself on my engorged man toy, as Terry was settling into place Brian moved over and took his brothers stiff boy/man toy into his mouth starting to pleasure him as much as he could. Terry told me to stand up as he pushed his brother to the far side of the hot tub then lifted him up on to the bench seat where he could continue to pleasure his big brother and not drawn, while at the same time I was still fucking his boy pussy. I filled Terry with man juice as he shot stream after stream of boy juice into Brian's mouth. OK you two, you both owe me a blow job, Brian said as he climbed out of the hot tub. Terry and I looked at each other and just laughed. An Old Friend Chapter 05 We spent most of the day lounging in the warm early June sun, Nick and Pete came over after they parked their bikes and stripped out of their cloths leaping into the pool. Shall we do an overnight Pete asked Brian? School tomorrow I reminded them, you know Howie would say No, besides there is only a week left in the school year than you are all off for the summer. Pete said hay little brother we got to get home and get our chores done before mom gets home from work. Howie got home just before lunch the next day, Terry and I had the milking done and the boys were headed to school. I was out in the pasture mending a fence when he showed up. He stopped for a minute asking how everything went? I told him no major problems and he headed to the house, but I did see someone with him that I didn't recognize. By the time I finished replacing two fence posts, then stringing new wire, I saw the school bus come down the road stopping in front of the house. Nick and Pete headed for their house and Terry and Brian saw me walking down the road to the house. Terry waved; Brian ran to meet me jumping into my arms almost knocking me down as usual. It's Friday two-hole days off then only a week of school left, he said. We entered the pool yard and I headed straight for the shower; Brian went to change out of his school cloths. Part way through my shower I heard well hello there and who might you be? Not recognizing the voice, I answered, Names Patrick you must be that mysterious person I saw with Howie. Oh yes, the hired help, we saw you fixing the fence as we drove past. Is that how Howie introduced me as a hired hand, I asked? Not really, he didn't say anything about you, I just assumed that's what you were. Well, we know what assuming does most of the time... Yes, it makes an ass out of me as usual, he said. Well, I guess you can say I was adopted by the family a little over two years ago. Oh my god you're that rescue swimmer that saved little Brian, and damned near got yourself killed doing it. Guilty, and when I'm not out saving the world, I spend time at the farm helping out where I can, the boys insist I spend at least a couple of weekends a month here with them. So, when Howie tells me he is headed to the big city the boys and I work the farm till he gets back. I'm David, I've known Howie, all our life except for the two tours he did in Nam. Me I was in the Army, helo jockey till I got blown out of the sky one afternoon. Most everything inside was broken or damaged, spent damn near two years in the VA hospital learning how to function again. As I listened, I stolid a glance, noticed he was growing hard as he spoke, and I still had not faced him, I noticed his eyes were glued to my bare ass. You will excuse me while I dry off, I finely said, as I turned off the shower and grabbed my towel with out turning to look at him. Wrapping the towel around me I excused myself and went into my room. Brian came in asking who was that you were talking to? Some one named David your dad has known most of his life. What's he doing here, Brian asked? Well, why don't you go ask him then we'll both know. Howie called us all to supper then once we were seated, he introduced David to us, saying that they were best buddies in grade school then were in the war together, only David was in the army, and that they re-met a couple of weeks ago on line so he convinced him to come visit with them on the farm. David has never milked a cow or done much of anything with his hands because he is a computer geek, working for a big company in the city. So how long will you be staying with us Brian asked? A couple of weeks then I will have to head back to the city, unless I decide to move here for good, He said. Cool Terry said, dad needs someone to have sex with, cause he aint had a regular screw partner for a long time. Terry! ... why do you think that young man? Howie asked as David started to turn several shades of red. Well Dad lets face it you aint getting any younger and those people you been seeing a couple of time a month seem to be getting harder to convince they need to come over and have sex with you. Busted Brian said snickering. Well David and I started having sex when we were in Jr. High school, so we thought we'd see if there is any spark left Howie said. Cool I said, go for it, boys... After that introduction to what David was there for, a little rest and relaxation, just a try out Terry finally said, that's cool but... Butt what, Howie and David said together? By the way boys, David is off limits to all of you, no matter how horny you younglings get. Cool with us we three said together... After supper we all retired to the den to watch a movie, Terry after a while went in to shower then came back out with a towel wrapped around his waist, then Brian went to take his shower, coming back with just his bright red tight undies on and flopped on my lap. Both boys were sound asleep by the time the movie was over so Howie directed the mostly sleepwalking Terry into his bedroom and I carried Brian into his. As I put Brian down, he whispered can I be bear? So, off his undies came and I tucked him into bed. Howie and I entered the den about the same time and the look on Howie's and David's faces told me they were headed to bed too so I said good night leaving them sitting on the couch. Shortly after I climbed into bed my door opened and Terry, following his stiff boy toy, climbed into bed with me, snuggled down under the covers and started sucking my man toy, like he was a bear cub looking for a meal. After 10 minutes he drank my several loads of man juice then told me to roll over. Bossy little shit aint you I said. Yup, he said as he slid his 7 Inch boy toy into my waiting man pussy beginning our almost nightly ritual. My duty assignment lasted another year at the rescue station, then after being there for just over three years I was advanced to first class, then transferred to a new rescue station in north western Washington. My first task was to transfer the 40 foot-patrol boat, to the new station, which took two days, then the station chief had one of his people drive me and my crew back to our station to finish checking out. I spent a week at the farm. My '57 Pontiac was stuffed with all my gear and I rented a trailer to transport my motorcycle to Neah Bay rescue station where I was to be the new XO. My second weekend at the new station Terry showed up with Brian in tow. Just checking out your new digs they said. I gave the boys a detailed tour of the newest station in the district. At a place called Neah Bay almost at the mouth of the Straights of Juan de Fuca. The old boat house where the two 36-foot, self righting surf boats were kept was still being used and would be refitted to house the newest rescue boat, a 30-foot hardened fiberglass self righting, fast rescue boat. One of the 36 footers was going to a museum the other to another rescue station. The new station building was state of the art living and office space, a new larger boat house with a hoist that could remove even the newer 44-foot rescue boats from the water and bring them into the boat house. We soon would have two of the newest 44-foot self-righting long-distance rescue boats as well as the 40-footer I brought from my old station. Two trailered boats and several trucks to haul them as well as a Helo pad for two and a maintenance and refueling facility to extend the operational range of the HH-52 helicopters from Port Angeles. Rumer was that an even newer 47-foot fast self-righting rescue boat was being planned for our station. The long dock was built to handle one of the newest Ocean patrol and rescue boats being built as we speak, not to mention one of the newer 100 pluss foot coastal patrol boats soon to be launched. The boys and I spent a wonderful week end together. Terry was now 18 going on 19 soon, he graduate from high school. Brian turned into a handsome 15 almost 16 years old, big as his dad and full of that wanderlust teenagers seem to have. I tried to come home once a month but that was getting harder to do now that I'm the Xo of the rescue station and over 500 miles North. Over the years I had become a first rate, almost legendary surfman known far and wide from my so-called daring exploits rescuing people at sea, and the close in shore rescues that were so dangerous. Let's face it there aren't more that a couple of dozen men who stayed in the rescue service for as long as I have. I guess I'm one of those, so even though most of my rescues, I considered textbook. Stories tend to grow as the years go by. The needs of the rescue service dictate that all boatswain's would serve both on rescue stations and aids to navigation duty stations to round out their career. After all the boaters and commercial vessels needed to know where the safe channels were so Light houses as well as floating aids and pile aids were needed to be maintained so as a first-class Boatswains mate, I was transferred to an AtoN repair and maintenance cutter, after serving three years on the new station, out of the port of Seattle, it was back to the rscue service. I became a Chief Boatswains mate the third year I was assigned to the aids to navigation cutter, and was soon transferred, back to the rescue service, to be an instructor at the international Life Boat school at the mouth of the Columbia River. When I arrived at the Surf School, I became the X.O. in charge of physical training. I remember one young third class boatswain, every one called Denny, who was a go getter. During his second training day on the beach, he and two others were to swim a tow line to the beach, after jumping off the 44-foot rescue boat, so we could pull an open boat back out through the surf, the three of them were to ride the boat back out. The entire excurses was for them to learn what it felt like, being in the surf going in and coming back out. Each man had on a wetsuit and crash helmet, for safety. Denny had on a stars and stripes crash helmet. Once they tied the towline to the bow of the open boat, we started pulling it toward some what looked like, 4-foot breakers. Some how the towline broke free so Denny called out that if we let out some slack he would swim out and get hold of the line bring it back to the boat, secure it so we could finish the drill. Just before Denny reached the tow line an oversized breaker took him to the hard-sandy bottom, knocking him out. Our secondary, and safety boat was a 36 foot all wooden surf boat. Once we saw the stars and stripes helmet bobbing in the surf the safety boat rushed into action pulling him onboard then he told me later that as the crew pulled the wet suit hood over his head it got stuck, so once again he couldn't breathe, scarred the hell out of him. Once back at the station he was diagnosed with mild hyperthermia put in a worm shower so he could worm up. The next week was mostly class room lessons, then the bar started building so we planned to do man over board drills. Most military units use a dummy, called Oscar, for man over board drills but we had our students jump off the stern of the 52-footer and experience what its like for a civilian to be pulled from the water on a breaking bar. As usual all the safety gear, wetsuits, crash helmets and an added type three PFD was worn by the students. When it came time for Denny to jump off the stern of the rescue boat, he said I don't think so, not me, not again. I was ready for that having seen it before so being bigger than him I wrapped my arms around him and jumped off the stern taking him with me into the boiling seas. He panicked when we came to the surface so I had to talk him into calming down. He realized who I was and after a brief temper tantrum, calmed down. I gave him several hints about being in rough water, how to watch the waves, how to approach the rescue boat, then as the 52-foot rescue boat approached he started to lose it again. That boat looked like an ocean liner approaching us but he grabbed the life ring when it was tossed to him and was successfully rescued. When I was pulled aboard the chief warrant office who was also the Commanding office of the school gave me a hard time for leaving the rescue boat with out his permission. On BM3 Denny's school exit interview he told me that if I had not taken him off the stern of the rescue boat the way I did, he never would have passed the class, then he apologized for what he called me during his burst of anger. I did ask him what a shmuck was, having grown up on the west coast I had never heard that one. That was the last class for the year, we held the school from November to April because those were usually the worst weather months in the season, when we could train for the worst situation hoping to never have to use our training but ready for anything. I had spent just over two years at the rescue school so far and was looking to get back to a regular rescue station on my next assignment. I took two weeks leave and headed to the Farm.
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Sun, 1 Oct 2023 13:26:17 -0600 From: Bill Baker <[email protected]> Subject: Brian's Tale, An Old Friend, chapter 05, Gay adult/youth This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males older and younger than 18. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states, and some countries, you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, by the author, without the consent of the author or his designated legal staff. Remember unprotected sex is dangerous, always practice safe sex. Don't forget to donate to Nifty. Help keep these stories free and available! Support Nifty. Do you like it or not, any suggestions? Let me know [email protected] Last Time; Terry growled, as he slid towards me lifting up and sitting on my lap. Brian looked shocked as Terry impaled himself on my engorged man toy, as Terry was settling into place Brian moved over and took his brothers stiff boy/man toy into his mouth starting to pleasure him as much as he could. Terry told me to stand up as he pushed his brother to the far side of the hot tub then lifted him up on to the bench seat where he could continue to pleasure his big brother and not drawn, while at the same time I was still fucking his boy pussy. I filled Terry with man juice as he shot stream after stream of boy juice into Brian's mouth. OK you two, you both owe me a blow job, Brian said as he climbed out of the hot tub. Terry and I looked at each other and just laughed. An Old Friend Chapter 05 We spent most of the day lounging in the warm early June sun, Nick and Pete came over after they parked their bikes and stripped out of their cloths leaping into the pool. Shall we do an overnight Pete asked Brian? School tomorrow I reminded them, you know Howie would say No, besides there is only a week left in the school year than you are all off for the summer. Pete said hay little brother we got to get home and get our chores done before mom gets home from work. Howie got home just before lunch the next day, Terry and I had the milking done and the boys were headed to school. I was out in the pasture mending a fence when he showed up. He stopped for a minute asking how everything went? I told him no major problems and he headed to the house, but I did see someone with him that I didn't recognize. By the time I finished replacing two fence posts, then stringing new wire, I saw the school bus come down the road stopping in front of the house. Nick and Pete headed for their house and Terry and Brian saw me walking down the road to the house. Terry waved; Brian ran to meet me jumping into my arms almost knocking me down as usual. It's Friday two-hole days off then only a week of school left, he said. We entered the pool yard and I headed straight for the shower; Brian went to change out of his school cloths. Part way through my shower I heard well hello there and who might you be? Not recognizing the voice, I answered, Names Patrick you must be that mysterious person I saw with Howie. Oh yes, the hired help, we saw you fixing the fence as we drove past. Is that how Howie introduced me as a hired hand, I asked? Not really, he didn't say anything about you, I just assumed that's what you were. Well, we know what assuming does most of the time... Yes, it makes an ass out of me as usual, he said. Well, I guess you can say I was adopted by the family a little over two years ago. Oh my god you're that rescue swimmer that saved little Brian, and damned near got yourself killed doing it. Guilty, and when I'm not out saving the world, I spend time at the farm helping out where I can, the boys insist I spend at least a couple of weekends a month here with them. So, when Howie tells me he is headed to the big city the boys and I work the farm till he gets back. I'm David, I've known Howie, all our life except for the two tours he did in Nam. Me I was in the Army, helo jockey till I got blown out of the sky one afternoon. Most everything inside was broken or damaged, spent damn near two years in the VA hospital learning how to function again. As I listened, I stolid a glance, noticed he was growing hard as he spoke, and I still had not faced him, I noticed his eyes were glued to my bare ass. You will excuse me while I dry off, I finely said, as I turned off the shower and grabbed my towel with out turning to look at him. Wrapping the towel around me I excused myself and went into my room. Brian came in asking who was that you were talking to? Some one named David your dad has known most of his life. What's he doing here, Brian asked? Well, why don't you go ask him then we'll both know. Howie called us all to supper then once we were seated, he introduced David to us, saying that they were best buddies in grade school then were in the war together, only David was in the army, and that they re-met a couple of weeks ago on line so he convinced him to come visit with them on the farm. David has never milked a cow or done much of anything with his hands because he is a computer geek, working for a big company in the city. So how long will you be staying with us Brian asked? A couple of weeks then I will have to head back to the city, unless I decide to move here for good, He said. Cool Terry said, dad needs someone to have sex with, cause he aint had a regular screw partner for a long time. Terry! ... why do you think that young man? Howie asked as David started to turn several shades of red. Well Dad lets face it you aint getting any younger and those people you been seeing a couple of time a month seem to be getting harder to convince they need to come over and have sex with you. Busted Brian said snickering. Well David and I started having sex when we were in Jr. High school, so we thought we'd see if there is any spark left Howie said. Cool I said, go for it, boys... After that introduction to what David was there for, a little rest and relaxation, just a try out Terry finally said, that's cool but... Butt what, Howie and David said together? By the way boys, David is off limits to all of you, no matter how horny you younglings get. Cool with us we three said together... After supper we all retired to the den to watch a movie, Terry after a while went in to shower then came back out with a towel wrapped around his waist, then Brian went to take his shower, coming back with just his bright red tight undies on and flopped on my lap. Both boys were sound asleep by the time the movie was over so Howie directed the mostly sleepwalking Terry into his bedroom and I carried Brian into his. As I put Brian down, he whispered can I be bear? So, off his undies came and I tucked him into bed. Howie and I entered the den about the same time and the look on Howie's and David's faces told me they were headed to bed too so I said good night leaving them sitting on the couch. Shortly after I climbed into bed my door opened and Terry, following his stiff boy toy, climbed into bed with me, snuggled down under the covers and started sucking my man toy, like he was a bear cub looking for a meal. After 10 minutes he drank my several loads of man juice then told me to roll over. Bossy little shit aint you I said. Yup, he said as he slid his 7 Inch boy toy into my waiting man pussy beginning our almost nightly ritual. My duty assignment lasted another year at the rescue station, then after being there for just over three years I was advanced to first class, then transferred to a new rescue station in north western Washington. My first task was to transfer the 40 foot-patrol boat, to the new station, which took two days, then the station chief had one of his people drive me and my crew back to our station to finish checking out. I spent a week at the farm. My '57 Pontiac was stuffed with all my gear and I rented a trailer to transport my motorcycle to Neah Bay rescue station where I was to be the new XO. My second weekend at the new station Terry showed up with Brian in tow. Just checking out your new digs they said. I gave the boys a detailed tour of the newest station in the district. At a place called Neah Bay almost at the mouth of the Straights of Juan de Fuca. The old boat house where the two 36-foot, self righting surf boats were kept was still being used and would be refitted to house the newest rescue boat, a 30-foot hardened fiberglass self righting, fast rescue boat. One of the 36 footers was going to a museum the other to another rescue station. The new station building was state of the art living and office space, a new larger boat house with a hoist that could remove even the newer 44-foot rescue boats from the water and bring them into the boat house. We soon would have two of the newest 44-foot self-righting long-distance rescue boats as well as the 40-footer I brought from my old station. Two trailered boats and several trucks to haul them as well as a Helo pad for two and a maintenance and refueling facility to extend the operational range of the HH-52 helicopters from Port Angeles. Rumer was that an even newer 47-foot fast self-righting rescue boat was being planned for our station. The long dock was built to handle one of the newest Ocean patrol and rescue boats being built as we speak, not to mention one of the newer 100 pluss foot coastal patrol boats soon to be launched. The boys and I spent a wonderful week end together. Terry was now 18 going on 19 soon, he graduate from high school. Brian turned into a handsome 15 almost 16 years old, big as his dad and full of that wanderlust teenagers seem to have. I tried to come home once a month but that was getting harder to do now that I'm the Xo of the rescue station and over 500 miles North. Over the years I had become a first rate, almost legendary surfman known far and wide from my so-called daring exploits rescuing people at sea, and the close in shore rescues that were so dangerous. Let's face it there aren't more that a couple of dozen men who stayed in the rescue service for as long as I have. I guess I'm one of those, so even though most of my rescues, I considered textbook. Stories tend to grow as the years go by. The needs of the rescue service dictate that all boatswain's would serve both on rescue stations and aids to navigation duty stations to round out their career. After all the boaters and commercial vessels needed to know where the safe channels were so Light houses as well as floating aids and pile aids were needed to be maintained so as a first-class Boatswains mate, I was transferred to an AtoN repair and maintenance cutter, after serving three years on the new station, out of the port of Seattle, it was back to the rscue service. I became a Chief Boatswains mate the third year I was assigned to the aids to navigation cutter, and was soon transferred, back to the rescue service, to be an instructor at the international Life Boat school at the mouth of the Columbia River. When I arrived at the Surf School, I became the X.O. in charge of physical training. I remember one young third class boatswain, every one called Denny, who was a go getter. During his second training day on the beach, he and two others were to swim a tow line to the beach, after jumping off the 44-foot rescue boat, so we could pull an open boat back out through the surf, the three of them were to ride the boat back out. The entire excurses was for them to learn what it felt like, being in the surf going in and coming back out. Each man had on a wetsuit and crash helmet, for safety. Denny had on a stars and stripes crash helmet. Once they tied the towline to the bow of the open boat, we started pulling it toward some what looked like, 4-foot breakers. Some how the towline broke free so Denny called out that if we let out some slack he would swim out and get hold of the line bring it back to the boat, secure it so we could finish the drill. Just before Denny reached the tow line an oversized breaker took him to the hard-sandy bottom, knocking him out. Our secondary, and safety boat was a 36 foot all wooden surf boat. Once we saw the stars and stripes helmet bobbing in the surf the safety boat rushed into action pulling him onboard then he told me later that as the crew pulled the wet suit hood over his head it got stuck, so once again he couldn't breathe, scarred the hell out of him. Once back at the station he was diagnosed with mild hyperthermia put in a worm shower so he could worm up. The next week was mostly class room lessons, then the bar started building so we planned to do man over board drills. Most military units use a dummy, called Oscar, for man over board drills but we had our students jump off the stern of the 52-footer and experience what its like for a civilian to be pulled from the water on a breaking bar. As usual all the safety gear, wetsuits, crash helmets and an added type three PFD was worn by the students. When it came time for Denny to jump off the stern of the rescue boat, he said I don't think so, not me, not again. I was ready for that having seen it before so being bigger than him I wrapped my arms around him and jumped off the stern taking him with me into the boiling seas. He panicked when we came to the surface so I had to talk him into calming down. He realized who I was and after a brief temper tantrum, calmed down. I gave him several hints about being in rough water, how to watch the waves, how to approach the rescue boat, then as the 52-foot rescue boat approached he started to lose it again. That boat looked like an ocean liner approaching us but he grabbed the life ring when it was tossed to him and was successfully rescued. When I was pulled aboard the chief warrant office who was also the Commanding office of the school gave me a hard time for leaving the rescue boat with out his permission. On BM3 Denny's school exit interview he told me that if I had not taken him off the stern of the rescue boat the way I did, he never would have passed the class, then he apologized for what he called me during his burst of anger. I did ask him what a shmuck was, having grown up on the west coast I had never heard that one. That was the last class for the year, we held the school from November to April because those were usually the worst weather months in the season, when we could train for the worst situation hoping to never have to use our training but ready for anything. I had spent just over two years at the rescue school so far and was looking to get back to a regular rescue station on my next assignment. I took two weeks leave and headed to the Farm. </[email protected]> </div></div>
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Date: Sat, 16 Sep 2023 16:49:45 -0600 From: Bill Baker Subject: Brian's Tale, Chapter 4, Back to work, Gay Adult / Youth. Reader Warning: This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males older and younger than 18. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states, and some countries, you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, by the author, without the consent of the author or his designated legal staff. Remember unprotected sex is dangerous, always practice safe sex. Don't forget to donate to Nifty. Help keep these stories free and available! Support Nifty. Do you like it or not, any suggestions? Let me know ... [email protected] Last Time: Part way through my playing with his boy pussy, he said you can push your big old sausage in there if you want to. Not today I said as we snuggled close and went back to sleep. For the next week and a half, I stayed on the farm being able to do a little more each day till I was back to my old self. Brian and I were going to the barn in the morning with Howie and Terry helping with the milking. Cousins Nick and Pete were at the house after their milking too so the 5 of us would go places, to their favorite swimming hole down on the river or spend some time at our pool yard. I was starting to lose my tan lines with never wearing anything in the pool yard or even down by the river that ran through their S.W. fields Back to work 04 I called the station to let the chief know I would be checking in with the doctor once more before I reported for duty. He told me that I would have duty for the next week and training almost every day on the radio watch and comm systems, then one weekend out of the month I would have duty all weekend then the next three weekends were free time for me. After my return it seemed I was no longer the new bee, I was one of the crew now, accepted partly due to my injury but mostly because I'd showed them that I would do what was needed to save, and help the boating public. I called Howie, and told him I would like to visit the farm if I could, he said your family now, so make it home whenever you can. The first Friday I was free I jumped on my motorcycle and headed to the farm, No one was at the house so I walked out to the milking barn finding the three of them there. They were just heading back to the house when I arrived. Brian ran to me jumped into my arms hugging me. Howie said we are headed to the pool you coming. Sure, why not, I said as I walked by my bike, pulled the duffle bag from the back carrier. Dirty laundry I said I'll do it tomorrow. When I came out to the pool deck Howie was in the hot tub, Terry, cousin Nick, Brian and cousin Pete were just jumping into the pool, not a suit to be seen anywhere, so I slipped into the hot tub. Nice to see you Patrick, when do you have to be back to work? Monday Morning at 0630 I said. Nice, the boys have missed you. You know you don't have to wear that speedo, out here. Well, you have one on so I figured I might as well wear one too. Shit I can take care of that he said slipping out of the speedo he was wearing and tossing it into the pool yard. Then he reached over and started to untie the string on my suit, saying Terry tells me you have a bigger one than he does, his is huge for his age. I'd like to see for myself Howie said as he pulled my suit off tossing it to where his lay. I was a bit surprised, when he started to fondle my most private area, saying this is going to be fun. Howie scooted over to me and lifted up sitting in my lap, taking hold of my now engorged man toy and slipping it into his man pussy, saying hope you don't mind I have wanted to have you fuck me since you told me you and Terry were having sex. Oh, shit you are big, I like this Howie said, thanks for answering my suspicion's about Terry, I thought he was gay for the last year now. Oh my gosh, that feels sooo good I purred, I haven't done this with some one your age I said, Nice. Age shouldn't matter, as long as we get the job done. I was your age the last time I did anything like this, well before I got married then I concentrated on making my Julie happy, we fucked like rabbits but couldn't get pregnant, the doctors told us we would never have kids, so we adopted Terry when he was just a baby of two years, then a little over 3 years later we got pregnant with Brian. Julie died from cancer a year later so I concentrated on my boys, raising and protecting them, till one day I got a call from the sheriff telling me my brother and youngest son were killed in a boating accident. But you came into our lives and saved the day, ready and willing to give your life to save my Brian. You have no Idea how confused I was at the time. Shit, I'll never forget how scary you were when you came into my hospital room. Sorry about that, anyway later, I saw how Terry was so happy sleeping with you, and I know you were gentle and kind to him, even though you were fucking him, or he was riding you, what ever, I think you both enjoyed it. I almost didn't let Brian sleep with you that next morning, when we went to the barn Terry told me, shit dad he almost gave his life to save Brian, there's no way he will ever hurt him on purpose. Terry told me that, at first, they thought of you like an uncle, then realized after a couple of weeks that you were their older brother now, just like him being adopted you became part of the family. After that talk I never worried about you hearting either one of your brothers. Oh, shit I'm going to shoot, do you want to pull off? Nope fill me up, Howie said. Your turn tonight Patrick, or are you only a top? I'd like to try everything you can teach me I said, but no scat or major pain Please... Howie pulled off, saying time for dinner, you just stay there and enjoy the tub, I'll call all of you in when its ready. Howie picked up both of our suits on his way into the house. I climbed out of the hot tub sat on a lounge chair and watched the 4 boys play in the pool. My first year at the station went by fast, I advanced to Boatswain's mate third class, then in six months was advanced to second class, becoming a pretty good boat driver during that year. I was scheduled to go to the international motor life boat school and finish my training as a surfman in the coming winter. I spent at least two weekends a month at the farm, that included having sex with Terry. That was when Brian talked me into helping with his scout troop, and after several meetings and a camp out I filed for membership and became an assistant scoutmaster. Brian seemed to be getting more and more insistent I play with him too. I got one of those, silicone life like dildoes just a bit smaller than mine man toy and showed Brian how to use it, that may satisfy him for a while, I hope. On the first anniversary of Uncles death, the family planned to have a small gathering at his grave site. I took a week leave so I could attend the gathering. Howie had reworked one of the old storage rooms that was as big as the boy's rooms, to make me my own bedroom. After all the relatives had gone it was after 1 am so I carried the sleeping Brian to his room, undressed him and put him in his bed. Before I covered him, I stood looking at him noting that he had grown a good 6 inches, then lightly I kissed him goodnight. One last quick drink with Howie and I hit the sac too. Several hours later Brian woke up, came into my room, climbed into bed with me, rolled over and snuggled into my back, then he scooted himself lower placing his stiff boy toy on my naked crack, the tight undies he had on, out lined his stiff member so I could feel it settle into my crack. What are you up too I softly asked? Oh, nothing, then he asked, can I be bare, will you take my undies off like you do sometimes? I know you like to play with my toy, please. One quick movement and he was bare, then he rolled up on to my chest and started to rub his toy on my chest, slowly sliding lower as he rubbed. Our toys were both hard as nails as I grasped his beautiful butt cheeks massaging them as he humped my chest steadily getting faster. I eventually spread his cheeks wide enough to lightly feel the surface of his soon to be 14-year-old boy pussy. "Oof." he moaned and trembled. "What was that?" My hands cupped his buns and let him gently push his boy toy agents my cock. That, my sweet boy, is a special spot. You let your cousin push his boy toy in there sometimes remember? It sure felt good when you first touched it. It still feels good. He moved a little more, trembling and moaning softly. My hands roamed over his back and up. I caressed his neck, moving my fingers through his long soft silken hair as he kissed me again. He continued to move but with some added urgency and pressure. Suddenly, my man toy, slipped into him. "OH!" He exclaimed. I pulled back as best I could and slipped out of him. "Oh Brian! I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?" He groaned. "Hurt? No. It felt amazing, wonderful. What happened?" A sigh of relief escaped me. "You liked it?" "Oh yes! What happened?" He asked again. "The tip of my man toy slipped inside you. I'm sorry, I didn't mean for that to happen." "Why?" "Huh?" "Why didn't you mean for it to happen? It felt good. I liked it. Can you do it again?" How come it felt so much better than cousin pushing his toy in? "Well, actually, you did it. I'm more than happy if you want to do it again. I liked it too, a lot." "Really? Wow! What should I do?" "Just do what you did before. Take your time and enjoy it." "Hmmmm ..." He wiggled around awkwardly at first but then I felt the tip of my now even harder man toy being pressed against his little hole. There was a little give and then it slipped inside him again. He was roasting in there and I gasped. Brian giggled. "You like it as much as me, don't you?" I groaned softly. "Uh huh." "Mmmmmmm." Brian seemed to vibrate with pleasure as he continued to gently move finding that as he did so, my penis would slide slowly deeper and deeper inside of him. Eventually it hit that special pot and he stiffened. "Oh wow!" "That's your prostate, a special gland that, among other things, likes to be touched from the inside. He continued to move on me and we both began to build to our inevitable explosions. My hands were all over his smooth soft young body especially his firm round boy ass that was giving me so much pleasure. He was tightly gripping me with his arms now and breathing his hot breath on my neck. I was beginning to moan and gasp myself as his tight body squeezed and moved on me with such soft heat. His breath was coming in shorter and shorter pants now and I was about to dive over the edge. I felt him tense, then a series of throbs against my stomach and a warm wetness spread. He gasped as his orgasm took him away and his body rhythmically squeezed on my swelling penis. I exploded and burst jet after hot jet of cum into him. We clung to each other tightly, sighing and relishing the intense pleasure that we had shared. Eventually our breathing slowed and softened. Finally I realized that this sweet boy was fast asleep on top of me. Gently, I rolled us onto our sides, gathering Brian, protectively into my Arms, letting me fall to sleep with him. A rooster crowed off in the distance somewhere. The neighbors let them run wild. I let one eye open a tiny bit and saw that the light outside had the very faint pinkish gray of the predawn. I closed my eye again and tried to go back to sleep but my bladder said otherwise. Gently, so as not to wake the sleeping boy, I slid from the bed and stepped into the boy's bathroom to relieve myself. As I rinsed my hands a small figure moved past me to the toilet and I heard that familiar sound and a small sigh. We didn't speak, words were not necessary. I affectionately stroked the back of his hair and returned to bed. A moment later Brian followed, slipped back in bed and snuggled with me, pulling my arms around him. There was just enough light to see his sweet dimpled smile. He whispered softly, last night was the most wonderful time of my life. Oh? I whispered back. Yeah. I'm almost on summer break and, he giggled, I learned about making man love. With that, he kissed me quickly on the lips and then wriggled around until his lusciously round and soft backside was pressed against my rapidly hardening man toy. It was very special Brian. Sliding my arms around him and snuggling Close. It was hard to believe that I had made love to that beautiful boy and was, I had a suspicion, about to do so again. He moaned softly as he reached back and I felt his fingers slip around my, engorged man toy and move it into the warmth between his sweet boy pussy. Do it again Pat, please? I groaned as I felt the heat of his body embrace my erection. I felt my length slide deep into his tight heat and we made love. After, as we got up, washed and dressed, we kept looking at one another and smiling. He, with his dimples beaming full blast, was clearly a very happy boy, that's even better then when Pete fucks me, I was happy too. Happy for him and, I must admit, happy for me as well. One of my teenage fantasies had been fulfilled, Life was good. We had three days till I had to be back at work, Howie was scheduled to be in Portland attending some VFW function so the boys and I would take care of the farm till he got back. Howie left early, leaving us to manage. So, the three of us were milking cows, Brian was shoveling out the shoot as Terry and I milked. We heard a loud shit and the clatter of a flat shovel hit the concrete. Brian had been working behind Milly, one of the biggest cows in the valley and she let go a torrent of "cow shit" covering Brian from top to bottom. Terry and I just stood there trying not to laugh but it was no use, we both burst out non stoppable torrents of laughter. Think that's funny you shit heads, Brian wined, laugh at this as he jumped into Terry's arms, half covering him with cow shit. There were only two more cows to milk so I told Terry to take Brian out back and hose him down then have Brian do the same to him. I would finish the milking turn the cows out and clean the barn. Lucky it was warm that early June, both boys came back into the barn only wearing their undies, Terry a red pair of euro-fashion style and Brian in his normal all orange tight micro undies, barely covered anything and see through now that they were wet. The addition of the black rubber boots they always wore to the barn made the outfit. Their clothes were piled into an old wagon ready for transport back to the house. It took 30 minutes to clean the barn then, ten to make it to the house. I told the boys to use the outdoor shower in the pool yard, so they were there when I brought towels and more soap to them. Once they were clean, I suggested they slip into the hot tub to warm up. I stripped and joined them. You two looked so funny I finally said, Terry the look on your face when Brian jumped into your arms was priceless. Terry growled, as he slid towards me lifting up and sitting on my lap. Brian looked annoyed as Terry impaled himself on my engorged man toy, as Terry was settling into place Brian moved over and took his brothers stiff boy/man toy into his mouth starting to pleasure him as much as he could. Terry told me to stand up as he pushed his brother to the far side of the hot tub then lifted him up on to the bench seat where he could continue to pleasure his big brother and not drawn, while at the same time I was still fucking his boy pussy. I filled Terry with man juice as he shot stream after stream of boy juice into Brian's mouth. OK you two, you both owe me a blow job, Brian said as he climbed out of the hot tub. Terry and I looked at each other and just laughed.
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Sat, 16 Sep 2023 16:49:45 -0600 From: Bill Baker <[email protected]> Subject: Brian's Tale, Chapter 4, Back to work, Gay Adult / Youth. Reader Warning: This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males older and younger than 18. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states, and some countries, you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, by the author, without the consent of the author or his designated legal staff. Remember unprotected sex is dangerous, always practice safe sex. Don't forget to donate to Nifty. Help keep these stories free and available! Support Nifty. Do you like it or not, any suggestions? Let me know ... [email protected] Last Time: Part way through my playing with his boy pussy, he said you can push your big old sausage in there if you want to. Not today I said as we snuggled close and went back to sleep. For the next week and a half, I stayed on the farm being able to do a little more each day till I was back to my old self. Brian and I were going to the barn in the morning with Howie and Terry helping with the milking. Cousins Nick and Pete were at the house after their milking too so the 5 of us would go places, to their favorite swimming hole down on the river or spend some time at our pool yard. I was starting to lose my tan lines with never wearing anything in the pool yard or even down by the river that ran through their S.W. fields Back to work 04 I called the station to let the chief know I would be checking in with the doctor once more before I reported for duty. He told me that I would have duty for the next week and training almost every day on the radio watch and comm systems, then one weekend out of the month I would have duty all weekend then the next three weekends were free time for me. After my return it seemed I was no longer the new bee, I was one of the crew now, accepted partly due to my injury but mostly because I'd showed them that I would do what was needed to save, and help the boating public. I called Howie, and told him I would like to visit the farm if I could, he said your family now, so make it home whenever you can. The first Friday I was free I jumped on my motorcycle and headed to the farm, No one was at the house so I walked out to the milking barn finding the three of them there. They were just heading back to the house when I arrived. Brian ran to me jumped into my arms hugging me. Howie said we are headed to the pool you coming. Sure, why not, I said as I walked by my bike, pulled the duffle bag from the back carrier. Dirty laundry I said I'll do it tomorrow. When I came out to the pool deck Howie was in the hot tub, Terry, cousin Nick, Brian and cousin Pete were just jumping into the pool, not a suit to be seen anywhere, so I slipped into the hot tub. Nice to see you Patrick, when do you have to be back to work? Monday Morning at 0630 I said. Nice, the boys have missed you. You know you don't have to wear that speedo, out here. Well, you have one on so I figured I might as well wear one too. Shit I can take care of that he said slipping out of the speedo he was wearing and tossing it into the pool yard. Then he reached over and started to untie the string on my suit, saying Terry tells me you have a bigger one than he does, his is huge for his age. I'd like to see for myself Howie said as he pulled my suit off tossing it to where his lay. I was a bit surprised, when he started to fondle my most private area, saying this is going to be fun. Howie scooted over to me and lifted up sitting in my lap, taking hold of my now engorged man toy and slipping it into his man pussy, saying hope you don't mind I have wanted to have you fuck me since you told me you and Terry were having sex. Oh, shit you are big, I like this Howie said, thanks for answering my suspicion's about Terry, I thought he was gay for the last year now. Oh my gosh, that feels sooo good I purred, I haven't done this with some one your age I said, Nice. Age shouldn't matter, as long as we get the job done. I was your age the last time I did anything like this, well before I got married then I concentrated on making my Julie happy, we fucked like rabbits but couldn't get pregnant, the doctors told us we would never have kids, so we adopted Terry when he was just a baby of two years, then a little over 3 years later we got pregnant with Brian. Julie died from cancer a year later so I concentrated on my boys, raising and protecting them, till one day I got a call from the sheriff telling me my brother and youngest son were killed in a boating accident. But you came into our lives and saved the day, ready and willing to give your life to save my Brian. You have no Idea how confused I was at the time. Shit, I'll never forget how scary you were when you came into my hospital room. Sorry about that, anyway later, I saw how Terry was so happy sleeping with you, and I know you were gentle and kind to him, even though you were fucking him, or he was riding you, what ever, I think you both enjoyed it. I almost didn't let Brian sleep with you that next morning, when we went to the barn Terry told me, shit dad he almost gave his life to save Brian, there's no way he will ever hurt him on purpose. Terry told me that, at first, they thought of you like an uncle, then realized after a couple of weeks that you were their older brother now, just like him being adopted you became part of the family. After that talk I never worried about you hearting either one of your brothers. Oh, shit I'm going to shoot, do you want to pull off? Nope fill me up, Howie said. Your turn tonight Patrick, or are you only a top? I'd like to try everything you can teach me I said, but no scat or major pain Please... Howie pulled off, saying time for dinner, you just stay there and enjoy the tub, I'll call all of you in when its ready. Howie picked up both of our suits on his way into the house. I climbed out of the hot tub sat on a lounge chair and watched the 4 boys play in the pool. My first year at the station went by fast, I advanced to Boatswain's mate third class, then in six months was advanced to second class, becoming a pretty good boat driver during that year. I was scheduled to go to the international motor life boat school and finish my training as a surfman in the coming winter. I spent at least two weekends a month at the farm, that included having sex with Terry. That was when Brian talked me into helping with his scout troop, and after several meetings and a camp out I filed for membership and became an assistant scoutmaster. Brian seemed to be getting more and more insistent I play with him too. I got one of those, silicone life like dildoes just a bit smaller than mine man toy and showed Brian how to use it, that may satisfy him for a while, I hope. On the first anniversary of Uncles death, the family planned to have a small gathering at his grave site. I took a week leave so I could attend the gathering. Howie had reworked one of the old storage rooms that was as big as the boy's rooms, to make me my own bedroom. After all the relatives had gone it was after 1 am so I carried the sleeping Brian to his room, undressed him and put him in his bed. Before I covered him, I stood looking at him noting that he had grown a good 6 inches, then lightly I kissed him goodnight. One last quick drink with Howie and I hit the sac too. Several hours later Brian woke up, came into my room, climbed into bed with me, rolled over and snuggled into my back, then he scooted himself lower placing his stiff boy toy on my naked crack, the tight undies he had on, out lined his stiff member so I could feel it settle into my crack. What are you up too I softly asked? Oh, nothing, then he asked, can I be bare, will you take my undies off like you do sometimes? I know you like to play with my toy, please. One quick movement and he was bare, then he rolled up on to my chest and started to rub his toy on my chest, slowly sliding lower as he rubbed. Our toys were both hard as nails as I grasped his beautiful butt cheeks massaging them as he humped my chest steadily getting faster. I eventually spread his cheeks wide enough to lightly feel the surface of his soon to be 14-year-old boy pussy. "Oof." he moaned and trembled. "What was that?" My hands cupped his buns and let him gently push his boy toy agents my cock. That, my sweet boy, is a special spot. You let your cousin push his boy toy in there sometimes remember? It sure felt good when you first touched it. It still feels good. He moved a little more, trembling and moaning softly. My hands roamed over his back and up. I caressed his neck, moving my fingers through his long soft silken hair as he kissed me again. He continued to move but with some added urgency and pressure. Suddenly, my man toy, slipped into him. "OH!" He exclaimed. I pulled back as best I could and slipped out of him. "Oh Brian! I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?" He groaned. "Hurt? No. It felt amazing, wonderful. What happened?" A sigh of relief escaped me. "You liked it?" "Oh yes! What happened?" He asked again. "The tip of my man toy slipped inside you. I'm sorry, I didn't mean for that to happen." "Why?" "Huh?" "Why didn't you mean for it to happen? It felt good. I liked it. Can you do it again?" How come it felt so much better than cousin pushing his toy in? "Well, actually, you did it. I'm more than happy if you want to do it again. I liked it too, a lot." "Really? Wow! What should I do?" "Just do what you did before. Take your time and enjoy it." "Hmmmm ..." He wiggled around awkwardly at first but then I felt the tip of my now even harder man toy being pressed against his little hole. There was a little give and then it slipped inside him again. He was roasting in there and I gasped. Brian giggled. "You like it as much as me, don't you?" I groaned softly. "Uh huh." "Mmmmmmm." Brian seemed to vibrate with pleasure as he continued to gently move finding that as he did so, my penis would slide slowly deeper and deeper inside of him. Eventually it hit that special pot and he stiffened. "Oh wow!" "That's your prostate, a special gland that, among other things, likes to be touched from the inside. He continued to move on me and we both began to build to our inevitable explosions. My hands were all over his smooth soft young body especially his firm round boy ass that was giving me so much pleasure. He was tightly gripping me with his arms now and breathing his hot breath on my neck. I was beginning to moan and gasp myself as his tight body squeezed and moved on me with such soft heat. His breath was coming in shorter and shorter pants now and I was about to dive over the edge. I felt him tense, then a series of throbs against my stomach and a warm wetness spread. He gasped as his orgasm took him away and his body rhythmically squeezed on my swelling penis. I exploded and burst jet after hot jet of cum into him. We clung to each other tightly, sighing and relishing the intense pleasure that we had shared. Eventually our breathing slowed and softened. Finally I realized that this sweet boy was fast asleep on top of me. Gently, I rolled us onto our sides, gathering Brian, protectively into my Arms, letting me fall to sleep with him. A rooster crowed off in the distance somewhere. The neighbors let them run wild. I let one eye open a tiny bit and saw that the light outside had the very faint pinkish gray of the predawn. I closed my eye again and tried to go back to sleep but my bladder said otherwise. Gently, so as not to wake the sleeping boy, I slid from the bed and stepped into the boy's bathroom to relieve myself. As I rinsed my hands a small figure moved past me to the toilet and I heard that familiar sound and a small sigh. We didn't speak, words were not necessary. I affectionately stroked the back of his hair and returned to bed. A moment later Brian followed, slipped back in bed and snuggled with me, pulling my arms around him. There was just enough light to see his sweet dimpled smile. He whispered softly, last night was the most wonderful time of my life. Oh? I whispered back. Yeah. I'm almost on summer break and, he giggled, I learned about making man love. With that, he kissed me quickly on the lips and then wriggled around until his lusciously round and soft backside was pressed against my rapidly hardening man toy. It was very special Brian. Sliding my arms around him and snuggling Close. It was hard to believe that I had made love to that beautiful boy and was, I had a suspicion, about to do so again. He moaned softly as he reached back and I felt his fingers slip around my, engorged man toy and move it into the warmth between his sweet boy pussy. Do it again Pat, please? I groaned as I felt the heat of his body embrace my erection. I felt my length slide deep into his tight heat and we made love. After, as we got up, washed and dressed, we kept looking at one another and smiling. He, with his dimples beaming full blast, was clearly a very happy boy, that's even better then when Pete fucks me, I was happy too. Happy for him and, I must admit, happy for me as well. One of my teenage fantasies had been fulfilled, Life was good. We had three days till I had to be back at work, Howie was scheduled to be in Portland attending some VFW function so the boys and I would take care of the farm till he got back. Howie left early, leaving us to manage. So, the three of us were milking cows, Brian was shoveling out the shoot as Terry and I milked. We heard a loud shit and the clatter of a flat shovel hit the concrete. Brian had been working behind Milly, one of the biggest cows in the valley and she let go a torrent of "cow shit" covering Brian from top to bottom. Terry and I just stood there trying not to laugh but it was no use, we both burst out non stoppable torrents of laughter. Think that's funny you shit heads, Brian wined, laugh at this as he jumped into Terry's arms, half covering him with cow shit. There were only two more cows to milk so I told Terry to take Brian out back and hose him down then have Brian do the same to him. I would finish the milking turn the cows out and clean the barn. Lucky it was warm that early June, both boys came back into the barn only wearing their undies, Terry a red pair of euro-fashion style and Brian in his normal all orange tight micro undies, barely covered anything and see through now that they were wet. The addition of the black rubber boots they always wore to the barn made the outfit. Their clothes were piled into an old wagon ready for transport back to the house. It took 30 minutes to clean the barn then, ten to make it to the house. I told the boys to use the outdoor shower in the pool yard, so they were there when I brought towels and more soap to them. Once they were clean, I suggested they slip into the hot tub to warm up. I stripped and joined them. You two looked so funny I finally said, Terry the look on your face when Brian jumped into your arms was priceless. Terry growled, as he slid towards me lifting up and sitting on my lap. Brian looked annoyed as Terry impaled himself on my engorged man toy, as Terry was settling into place Brian moved over and took his brothers stiff boy/man toy into his mouth starting to pleasure him as much as he could. Terry told me to stand up as he pushed his brother to the far side of the hot tub then lifted him up on to the bench seat where he could continue to pleasure his big brother and not drawn, while at the same time I was still fucking his boy pussy. I filled Terry with man juice as he shot stream after stream of boy juice into Brian's mouth. OK you two, you both owe me a blow job, Brian said as he climbed out of the hot tub. Terry and I looked at each other and just laughed. </[email protected]> </div></div>
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Date: Mon, 14 Aug 2023 21:44:30 -0600 From: Bill Baker Subject: Brian's Tale, The early times, Chapter 01, Reader Warning: This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males older and younger than 18. If material of this nature offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in many states, and some countries, you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, by the author, without the consent of the author or his designated legal staff. Remember unprotected sex is dangerous, always practice safe sex. Don't forget to donate to Nifty. Help keep these stories free and available! Support Nifty... Do you like it or not, any suggestions? Let me know ... [email protected] Chapter 01 the early Times Brian's tale... Hi I'm Patrick, I play the leading part in this story, starting with me as a kid living in Alaska, I started going to sea on a family commercial fishing boat, when I was 8 years old; yes, just like in the olden days, I was the cabin boy, cook, general cleaner, fish gutter/cleaner and anything else that needed done I managed to learn how to do it. On my 4th year of fishing, I sailed with my uncle Billy, and his 15-year-old son Ron. That was an exciting time, my first real fishing job and having my own Alaskan state fishing license was a big deal. I actually got paid, a quarter share, on that boat, but it was a bad year for fishing, lots of storms that made commercial trolling, dragging a line with dozens of leaders and hooks being towed from long poles some 40 feet long, almost imposable. When the waves raised the boat, it jerks the line up and tends to pull the hooks out of the fish's mouths or prevent the fish from getting close to the baited hooks at all. We spent a lot of time anchored away from any civilization, so Ron and I spent time ashore exploring where ever we were anchored. That's when I first realized that I was or might be gay. On one of our beach explorations and camping trips, cousin Ron and I fell into a creek on our way back to the camp site, it was getting dark and we missed a washout area. As the edge gave way, we both slipped down the small hill into the water that accumulated at the bottom. Not only did we get wet we were muddy from sliding down into the water. So, we stripped bare waded into the natural volcanic heated water on the edge of this lake to wash off the mud, then cleaned the mud from our clothes, spread them over a line we had rigged to dry them. We were both shivering once we were out of the water, Ron convinced me to climb into a double sleeping bag with him to stay worm. I got and gave my first BJs that night. After several weeks he taught me how my boy pussy was used by another boy, and I loved it. Then he traded places with me and I loved that even more. In late July we were heading back to the fishing docks in Kodiak to off load our catch when we hit a chunk of ice, it tore a huge hole in our wooden boats bow, damn near splitting the boat in two. The Linda J. sank in minutes. Its not the big icebergs that sink most boats under a hundred feet long it's the ice chunks that are small, 2 to 4 feet wide, floating just below the surface. Uncle Billy and I made it to the dory but we never saw Ron again. Over a day later a Rescue cutter picked us up. Uncle got soaking wet trying to go back inside the boat looking for his son. By the time we were picked up Uncle Billy was in bad shape, hypothermia, grief, he lost his beloved boat and son. After the hospital corpsman checked him out, they decided to airlift Uncle Billy to the hospital. The Rescue helicopter, already had a medivaced fisherman on board so there was no room for me. Once the Doc got me warmed up and checked out, I ended up as a kind of crew member for just over two weeks, seeing as they had a third fishing boat sink, which we never found anything at all. So, I would have something to do, and to better keep an eye on me, I was put to work in the scullery, that's where all the pots and pans the cooks use are cleaned, and the Seaman mess cook was put in charge of me, to keep me out of trouble. I became kind of a crew mascot that trip and with everyone paying attention to me I had a great time, almost forgetting my cousin died. I remember that first night when I asked Jim, the mess cook, if there was a place I could take another shower. Sure, we all use the crews head, then said, wait, let's go see Ensign Gray. After he told ensign Gray that I was bunking with the crew he said, "Wait a minute how old is he?" "12," Jim said. "No way, he looks like he is no bigger than 10, small for your age aren't you, young sir," he said more as a statement than a question. "No, I think we should have him in a state room. Let me asked the skipper." After a while the skipper called the three of us to the bridge then Ensign Gray suggested I be put in a stateroom because of my age, possibly with the Chief Boatswain, he has kids, Ens. Gray said. "Yes, you're right, the skipper said; alright Mr. Gray if I remember right, you have an upper bunk available in your stateroom, I'm I correct." "Yes, Sir but, I'm only 23, shouldn't the chief..." That's settled... move our guest into your stateroom so he can use your private shower, and ask the crew if anyone has any clothes he can wear, it looks like we'll be underway for the next two weeks. The crew was just at the big exchange at Air Station/Base Kodiak and several dads had purchased jump suits or coverall for their kids and they let me have them to wear. One chief even had shorts and t-shirts I could use. That first night was super awkward in Ens. Gray's cabin, after he made up the upper bunk, he told me to go take a shower, he gave me some soap and a towel. When I finished, I came into the small room with just the towel wrapped around me. Gray went to bed after he finished some writing. That night I had a terrible dream, I saw my cousin Ron go into the head like he did every morning, then in my dream this huge chunk of ice destroyed my view of him, that's when I woke up. Gray got up to find out what was happening, and after I told him the dream he said just like my little brother. Ok, crawl into my bunk so we can both get some sleep. After he thought I was asleep he slowly took hold of my boy toy and played with it for a while. The next night as we were talking, he asked me if I knew what a blow job was? I nodded yes. Ever done it? sucked anyone? Being a truthful boy, I said yes lots of times, do you want me to suck you I asked? We pleasured each other for the rest of the time I was on board. During that two weeks, I actually got to help the crew on one of the unmanned light houses. After three days searching the RCC called a halt to looking for the other fishing boat and crew. Part of the ships mission was to keep the remote light stations fueled and working correctly. While we were in the vicinity of a light station that was scheduled for refueling, the skipper decided to stop and complete that refueling job; after all it would take several days to return to this site after they were finished with this mission. It seems that the main door to the fuel building was found to be locked again on the inside, by the local AtoN team who was checking on the operation of the light itself. The chief Boatswain said this has happened twice now, the local earth quakes broke the locking lever on the inside of the door so they would have to tear the door off again to fix it. The engine room Sr. Chief who was on the mess deck relaxing said, I brought an updated latch to replace the old one, but we have to get the dammed door open to fix it. Can't someone crawl through the ventilation shaft one of the Quartermasters from the bridge asked? Its too small, I heard as I walked into the mess deck, from the scullery. I'll bet he could crawl through it the quartermaster said pointing at me. No way, the skipper would never let him do anything like that, the engine room Sr Chief said. Chief it took us 7 almost 8 hours last time just to get that damned bear door open the boatswain said. Hay kid; yah you. His name is Patrick, Jimmy said what's up chief. Listen you two, we need your help unlocking a door on the fueling building ashore. After the chief explained what I would have to do I got excited saying yah sure that would be no problem, I can get into some really small places. The boatswain Chief went to find the life jacket I had on when picked up, and some water proof boots and a heavy jacket, that would fit me, while the engine Sr. Chief went to talk to the skipper. The Sr. Chief and skipper came into the crew's mess deck, as the boatswain brought all the gear needed for me to do the job. The skipper asked me a lot of questions about things I had done during my short life. He was impressed that I had worked on the families fishing boats since I was 8 years old. As the skipper was silent thinking about what to do, I remembered the PBY, oh and I helped the pilot of the PBY I was on, repair the left motor after we landed in a small cove. Really, that was you? A month or so ago, there was a story about a PBY emergency landing and how helpful a small boy passenger was to the pilot. Well, that settles it, we may get in trouble but let's get that door open Seaman Patrick; Chief, anything happens to this seaman will be on you. Yes, Sir we both said at the same time. So, I got to be lowered down the side of the ship in the cargo ramp boat after the boatswain chief showed me how to do it safely, holding on to the main lines on the way down, then got to drive the cargo boat a bit on the way in. Getting through the ventilator shaft was a cinch once the grate was removed, I had to take most of the clothss I was wearing off to fit through the vent, then I removed the bar that had locked the door and it only took 15 minutes start to finish. So chief why is there such a heavy-duty lock on the door, I asked as I walked out the door. Ever seen a grizzly bear he asked? as he handed me my cloths and jacket to dress. Last year my cousin and I were forced up a tree by a big grizzly, we were walking up a creek like two dummies. Well, we keep repair supplies, and bears are quercous and will try and get into any structure they come across. Here see these scares on the out side of the heavy door that is from a bear trying to get into the building. So, there are bears around here, and that's why two of your men are carrying rifles. You got it Seaman Patrick he said. After the door latch was replaced, the Chief Boatswain picked me up, put me on his shoulders and carried me down to the waiting ramp boat. After we finished pumping fuel to the light house and everything was put away, the skipper got on the 1MC and announced to the crew what I had done helping them, and that it saved 7 to 8 hours of work. From then on, I was called Seaman, or Boats Patrick by the whole crew, and several of them gave me small keepsakes, a bolt from the door, lots of little things that Jimmy and I put in our secret place, we found a used pipe tobacco can that sealed tight for safe keeping. When the rescue cutter pulled into the Kodiak air station docks, the crew let me have the one pair of coveralls the chiefs had covered with patches, I had that hanging in my room for years as a reminder, they gave me a ships hat and a great send off. I completely forgot about the secret hiding place till weeks later. My mom and sisters were at the dock when the Rescue cutter docked in Kodiak and they took me straight home to Sitka, no more adventures that year. Uncle Billy recovered and got a new/old boat kept fishing till he hurt his back one year and had to retire. That winter, my family moved to the Washington state area, where dad started working for the local aircraft company. We traveled to Alaska every spring to go fishing. After high school, seeing as I was already 18, I joined the Rescue Service with out needing my parent's permission, much to the disapproval of our fishing family elders. I was so impressed with the crew of the rescue cutter I was picked up by, in my mind that is what I was destined to do. It seems the family thought, once a fisherman always a fisherman... and sold my Alaska fishing license with out even telling me. One could only get one fishing license per lifetime, you give it up or sell it that's it, no more fishing.
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Mon, 14 Aug 2023 21:44:30 -0600 From: Bill Baker <[email protected]> Subject: Brian's Tale, The early times, Chapter 01, Reader Warning: This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males older and younger than 18. If material of this nature offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in many states, and some countries, you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, by the author, without the consent of the author or his designated legal staff. Remember unprotected sex is dangerous, always practice safe sex. Don't forget to donate to Nifty. Help keep these stories free and available! Support Nifty... Do you like it or not, any suggestions? Let me know ... [email protected] Chapter 01 the early Times Brian's tale... Hi I'm Patrick, I play the leading part in this story, starting with me as a kid living in Alaska, I started going to sea on a family commercial fishing boat, when I was 8 years old; yes, just like in the olden days, I was the cabin boy, cook, general cleaner, fish gutter/cleaner and anything else that needed done I managed to learn how to do it. On my 4th year of fishing, I sailed with my uncle Billy, and his 15-year-old son Ron. That was an exciting time, my first real fishing job and having my own Alaskan state fishing license was a big deal. I actually got paid, a quarter share, on that boat, but it was a bad year for fishing, lots of storms that made commercial trolling, dragging a line with dozens of leaders and hooks being towed from long poles some 40 feet long, almost imposable. When the waves raised the boat, it jerks the line up and tends to pull the hooks out of the fish's mouths or prevent the fish from getting close to the baited hooks at all. We spent a lot of time anchored away from any civilization, so Ron and I spent time ashore exploring where ever we were anchored. That's when I first realized that I was or might be gay. On one of our beach explorations and camping trips, cousin Ron and I fell into a creek on our way back to the camp site, it was getting dark and we missed a washout area. As the edge gave way, we both slipped down the small hill into the water that accumulated at the bottom. Not only did we get wet we were muddy from sliding down into the water. So, we stripped bare waded into the natural volcanic heated water on the edge of this lake to wash off the mud, then cleaned the mud from our clothes, spread them over a line we had rigged to dry them. We were both shivering once we were out of the water, Ron convinced me to climb into a double sleeping bag with him to stay worm. I got and gave my first BJs that night. After several weeks he taught me how my boy pussy was used by another boy, and I loved it. Then he traded places with me and I loved that even more. In late July we were heading back to the fishing docks in Kodiak to off load our catch when we hit a chunk of ice, it tore a huge hole in our wooden boats bow, damn near splitting the boat in two. The Linda J. sank in minutes. Its not the big icebergs that sink most boats under a hundred feet long it's the ice chunks that are small, 2 to 4 feet wide, floating just below the surface. Uncle Billy and I made it to the dory but we never saw Ron again. Over a day later a Rescue cutter picked us up. Uncle got soaking wet trying to go back inside the boat looking for his son. By the time we were picked up Uncle Billy was in bad shape, hypothermia, grief, he lost his beloved boat and son. After the hospital corpsman checked him out, they decided to airlift Uncle Billy to the hospital. The Rescue helicopter, already had a medivaced fisherman on board so there was no room for me. Once the Doc got me warmed up and checked out, I ended up as a kind of crew member for just over two weeks, seeing as they had a third fishing boat sink, which we never found anything at all. So, I would have something to do, and to better keep an eye on me, I was put to work in the scullery, that's where all the pots and pans the cooks use are cleaned, and the Seaman mess cook was put in charge of me, to keep me out of trouble. I became kind of a crew mascot that trip and with everyone paying attention to me I had a great time, almost forgetting my cousin died. I remember that first night when I asked Jim, the mess cook, if there was a place I could take another shower. Sure, we all use the crews head, then said, wait, let's go see Ensign Gray. After he told ensign Gray that I was bunking with the crew he said, "Wait a minute how old is he?" "12," Jim said. "No way, he looks like he is no bigger than 10, small for your age aren't you, young sir," he said more as a statement than a question. "No, I think we should have him in a state room. Let me asked the skipper." After a while the skipper called the three of us to the bridge then Ensign Gray suggested I be put in a stateroom because of my age, possibly with the Chief Boatswain, he has kids, Ens. Gray said. "Yes, you're right, the skipper said; alright Mr. Gray if I remember right, you have an upper bunk available in your stateroom, I'm I correct." "Yes, Sir but, I'm only 23, shouldn't the chief..." That's settled... move our guest into your stateroom so he can use your private shower, and ask the crew if anyone has any clothes he can wear, it looks like we'll be underway for the next two weeks. The crew was just at the big exchange at Air Station/Base Kodiak and several dads had purchased jump suits or coverall for their kids and they let me have them to wear. One chief even had shorts and t-shirts I could use. That first night was super awkward in Ens. Gray's cabin, after he made up the upper bunk, he told me to go take a shower, he gave me some soap and a towel. When I finished, I came into the small room with just the towel wrapped around me. Gray went to bed after he finished some writing. That night I had a terrible dream, I saw my cousin Ron go into the head like he did every morning, then in my dream this huge chunk of ice destroyed my view of him, that's when I woke up. Gray got up to find out what was happening, and after I told him the dream he said just like my little brother. Ok, crawl into my bunk so we can both get some sleep. After he thought I was asleep he slowly took hold of my boy toy and played with it for a while. The next night as we were talking, he asked me if I knew what a blow job was? I nodded yes. Ever done it? sucked anyone? Being a truthful boy, I said yes lots of times, do you want me to suck you I asked? We pleasured each other for the rest of the time I was on board. During that two weeks, I actually got to help the crew on one of the unmanned light houses. After three days searching the RCC called a halt to looking for the other fishing boat and crew. Part of the ships mission was to keep the remote light stations fueled and working correctly. While we were in the vicinity of a light station that was scheduled for refueling, the skipper decided to stop and complete that refueling job; after all it would take several days to return to this site after they were finished with this mission. It seems that the main door to the fuel building was found to be locked again on the inside, by the local AtoN team who was checking on the operation of the light itself. The chief Boatswain said this has happened twice now, the local earth quakes broke the locking lever on the inside of the door so they would have to tear the door off again to fix it. The engine room Sr. Chief who was on the mess deck relaxing said, I brought an updated latch to replace the old one, but we have to get the dammed door open to fix it. Can't someone crawl through the ventilation shaft one of the Quartermasters from the bridge asked? Its too small, I heard as I walked into the mess deck, from the scullery. I'll bet he could crawl through it the quartermaster said pointing at me. No way, the skipper would never let him do anything like that, the engine room Sr Chief said. Chief it took us 7 almost 8 hours last time just to get that damned bear door open the boatswain said. Hay kid; yah you. His name is Patrick, Jimmy said what's up chief. Listen you two, we need your help unlocking a door on the fueling building ashore. After the chief explained what I would have to do I got excited saying yah sure that would be no problem, I can get into some really small places. The boatswain Chief went to find the life jacket I had on when picked up, and some water proof boots and a heavy jacket, that would fit me, while the engine Sr. Chief went to talk to the skipper. The Sr. Chief and skipper came into the crew's mess deck, as the boatswain brought all the gear needed for me to do the job. The skipper asked me a lot of questions about things I had done during my short life. He was impressed that I had worked on the families fishing boats since I was 8 years old. As the skipper was silent thinking about what to do, I remembered the PBY, oh and I helped the pilot of the PBY I was on, repair the left motor after we landed in a small cove. Really, that was you? A month or so ago, there was a story about a PBY emergency landing and how helpful a small boy passenger was to the pilot. Well, that settles it, we may get in trouble but let's get that door open Seaman Patrick; Chief, anything happens to this seaman will be on you. Yes, Sir we both said at the same time. So, I got to be lowered down the side of the ship in the cargo ramp boat after the boatswain chief showed me how to do it safely, holding on to the main lines on the way down, then got to drive the cargo boat a bit on the way in. Getting through the ventilator shaft was a cinch once the grate was removed, I had to take most of the clothss I was wearing off to fit through the vent, then I removed the bar that had locked the door and it only took 15 minutes start to finish. So chief why is there such a heavy-duty lock on the door, I asked as I walked out the door. Ever seen a grizzly bear he asked? as he handed me my cloths and jacket to dress. Last year my cousin and I were forced up a tree by a big grizzly, we were walking up a creek like two dummies. Well, we keep repair supplies, and bears are quercous and will try and get into any structure they come across. Here see these scares on the out side of the heavy door that is from a bear trying to get into the building. So, there are bears around here, and that's why two of your men are carrying rifles. You got it Seaman Patrick he said. After the door latch was replaced, the Chief Boatswain picked me up, put me on his shoulders and carried me down to the waiting ramp boat. After we finished pumping fuel to the light house and everything was put away, the skipper got on the 1MC and announced to the crew what I had done helping them, and that it saved 7 to 8 hours of work. From then on, I was called Seaman, or Boats Patrick by the whole crew, and several of them gave me small keepsakes, a bolt from the door, lots of little things that Jimmy and I put in our secret place, we found a used pipe tobacco can that sealed tight for safe keeping. When the rescue cutter pulled into the Kodiak air station docks, the crew let me have the one pair of coveralls the chiefs had covered with patches, I had that hanging in my room for years as a reminder, they gave me a ships hat and a great send off. I completely forgot about the secret hiding place till weeks later. My mom and sisters were at the dock when the Rescue cutter docked in Kodiak and they took me straight home to Sitka, no more adventures that year. Uncle Billy recovered and got a new/old boat kept fishing till he hurt his back one year and had to retire. That winter, my family moved to the Washington state area, where dad started working for the local aircraft company. We traveled to Alaska every spring to go fishing. After high school, seeing as I was already 18, I joined the Rescue Service with out needing my parent's permission, much to the disapproval of our fishing family elders. I was so impressed with the crew of the rescue cutter I was picked up by, in my mind that is what I was destined to do. It seems the family thought, once a fisherman always a fisherman... and sold my Alaska fishing license with out even telling me. One could only get one fishing license per lifetime, you give it up or sell it that's it, no more fishing. </[email protected]> </div></div>
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Date: Mon, 4 Sep 2023 16:22:09 -0600 From: Bill Baker Subject: Brian's Tale, The Farm, Chapter 3, Gay Adult-Youth Reader Warning: This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males older and younger than 18. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states, and some countries, you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, by the author, without the consent of the author or his designated legal staff. Remember unprotected sex is dangerous, always practice safe sex. Don't forget to donate to Nifty. Help keep these stories free and available! Support Nifty. Do you like it or not, any suggestions? Let me know ... [email protected] Last Time: So, Tuesday morning Brian had the wires holding his jaw in place partially removed and the nylon brace fitted, then we were both discharged into the care of Howie and sons. On the way to their house Terry pointed out the cheese factory where all of their milk was sold too, as we turned off the main road. So, you live on a dairy farm, I asked? Yes of course didn't anyone tell you that? The farm has been in our family for three generations now. Cool, I said and I've never been on a dairy farm before. The Farm, 03 We parked in the driveway in front of a fairly large brick house, Howie said I'll get you in side then I have to go to the barn and catch up on my work. We walked into the kitchen Terry said that's our bathroom between Brian and My bedrooms I have a day bed in my room that you can use. Dad went to the station and packed up what civilian cloths of yours they could find. Its mostly sweats and track cloths. What size shoes do you ware Terry asked me? 9 and a ½ or ten I said. Good we have some rubber boots out back that will fit you, and heavy socks you can wear too. Brien go lay down in your room till dad gets back from the barn, you look like you're going to fall down or something Patrick, come with me and crash on the day bed in my room for a while. After I stretched out on the day bed. Terry came back into his room after making sure Brian was in bed and said shit that won't work your taller than the bed is long, here get in bed over here, it's a California queen size, I was told it's extra long, I guess. I don't want to take your bed I said to Terry. You're not, we can share for a while, Uncle always slept here when he stayed, Terry said. Well as long as it's alright with your dad it's Ok with me I said. Cool, Terry said. Terry went out to the milking barn to help his dad. I pulled on some black nylon jogging shorts, lay there for a while, then the door from the bathroom opened and I heard Brian say, are you asleep, Patrick are you asleep? Not yet I said do you need something? I had a really bad dream I was lost in the dark and nobody came looking for me. I looked over at the skinny long blond-haired boy wearing only some kind of bright orange stretchy underwear, and the stark white nylon brace the doctor said he had to have on for two weeks, and noticed him limping a little. I got scared he said. Come on over here I said do you want to sleep on Terry's bed for a while? Can you make it up here with that stiff leg? Yes please, he said as he crawled onto the bed snuggling up to me. He was trembling, are you cold I asked? No Just scared he said. Here crawl under the covers, I said, I won't let anything happen to you, I need to cover up myself anyway. He was soon asleep. I heard Terry and Howie come into the kitchen so I got up, shaking off a slight dizzy feeling, pulled on a sweatshirt, opened the door from Terry's room as Howie was opening Brian's room. He's in here I said, he had a bad dream, so I let him crawl into bed with me, hope that was alright, he was trembling so bad, I needed to do something. If I may suggest you should have him sleep with you for a couple of nights till he gets over being scared, the little guy has been through a lot this week. Good Idea Howie said. Then we heard a panicked voice call out, where is everybody. I opened Terry's door saying, out in the kitchen, come on get up and join us. Ok I got to piss first. You might try the bathroom I said, I don't think Terry would like you using his bed for that. Your silly He giggled, as he ran into the bathroom, I think he forgot to limp. We were sitting at the kitchen table when Brian came out of the bathroom, only wearing his tight streach undies and neck brace, this time he was noticeably limping. Oh, I forgot to warn you my boys run around like that a lot, especially out in the back yard. Don't be surprised if they are naked most of the night after their showers, we watch a movie or Tv before they hit the sac. Thanks for the warning I said. We sat at the table and had a long talk about what happened and many other things. Brian's uncle usually took one of the boys with him to check his crab pots just off the coast of the river, he had been doing it for years and everything had worked out fine till last week. Howie told the boys that their uncle's ashes were to be interned in the towns VA cemetery on that coming Saturday, and asked them if it was alright if I went with them. Brian looked shocked as he crawled into my lap saying of course Pat can come, he's part of our family now, isn't he? Yes, I guess he is Howie said. Cool Terry said, really cool, I always wanted an big brother I turned to Howie and asked If you will drive me to the station, I can get my uniform and wear it to the funerial. Thank you I would like that; do you have a car? No not yet, but I do have my 750 motorcycle parked at the station. Well, I have an old farm Pick-up truck you can use to go to the station any time you want. Cool Terry and I said at the same time. Can I go with, Terry asked? Sure, I said any time, as long as it's alright with your dad. After supper Howie told the boys to jump in the shower while he and I had some coffee. Terry you will have to help Brian with his shower, he mustn't get his stitches wet Ok. Mumble, mumble was all we heard back. Oh, shit I'll have to get some one to take the troop on the camp out this comming weekend. Troop, campout? I asked. I'm the scoutmaster of the local scout troop, which is a little different than most conventional scout troops, we are sponsored by the Bysons lodge and we have many boy who wanted to be a scout, but the local official scout troop found out that some were gay boys and told them they were denied membership in the BSA troops. It turns out there are a lot of gay boys of scouting age living in this area that wantedto join scouts but they had come out of the closet, so we formed an unoficcial troop just for them and anyone who wanted to join. Just about then the boys came running into the living room to watch a movie. Brian was wearing only his neck brace, and a small towel round his waist, while Terry had on some short tight white cotton shorts. He must have put them on right out of the shower because they were wet and almost see through. Howie checked Brains bandage then declaring it dry, he smacked little Brian on the bare butt as he pulled his towel back where it was. During the movie the boys stretched out on the carpeted floor in front of the TV. Terry on the floor, next to his brother, displaying his cute bubble butt for all to see. During the movie Brian and Terry had this little war going on bugging each other. At one-point Terry pulled the towel off of Brian, tossed it over his shoulder and it landed on the couch between Howie and me. Howie placed his big bear foot on Terry's butt, noticed Terry's shorts were wet and he asked if they were. Brian said they're soaking wet. Loose the shorts Howie told Terry and here he said tossing the small towel to his older son. Brian soon had the towel off of Terry and tossed it at me. Brians hand seemed to be under Terry holding on to his hard on, then Terry rolled over taking hold of Brians stiffy. Settle down boys Howie said or I'll finish your fight for you. Fat chance Terry said off handedly so the boy's dad jumped into the middle of his sons tickling them both with out mercy. Both boys were very ticklish and were squirming around like naked worms trying to get away from their dad. Howie, only wearing a towel soon had it pulled off, so all three of them were mostly bear during there tickle match. Brian scooted up on to the couch next to me then slowly scooting on to my lap as I pulled an old afghan blanket from the couch back on to us. Howie stayed on the floor with Terry, while Brian snuggled into my chest saying, If I hurt you just tell me and I'll move. I'm fine I told him wrapping my arms around him, finding my right little finger sticking into his belly button. After a while he moved my hand from his belly further down, then slowly to his crotch so I was feeling the heat of his boy toys area. I tried to move it away twice but he kept moving it back so I cupped my hand over his boy toy as it slowly got even harder and much warmer. Howie looked back at us there on the couch saying, you know he still owes you a couple of whacks, just be careful he doesn't smack you between the legs, he does that a lot with his elbow, or knee and these tender parts are susceptable to stimulation he said as he squeezed Terry's rock hard boy toy, slowly working it up and down. Terry seemed to be squirming arround on the far side of Howie but not trying too hard at getting away. Oh, dad I don't do it on purpose, then with a sly grin said, most of the time looking me in the eye...as he got his little hand under the open leg of my baggy shorts, I always go commando because the shorts have a liner, soon his little hand found its way inside the liner and was wrapped around my quickly growing man toy. You sure you want to do that I whispered? Oh, yah he whispered back, can I suck on it some time? This boy is quiet a heater, I said to his dad who agreed saying. When he sleeps with me, I have to lose most of my covers... Just before the movie was over Terry said to his dad, the day bed is way to small for Pat to sleep on, so he can bunk with me, if that's alright. Fine with me as long as he doesn't mind. I don't expect Patrick to do any chores round here for at least two weeks, maybe more, and when you and I are in the milk barn, before school, Brian can climb in bed with him, if he wants, till we get done. You, young sir will be sleeping in my bed till you quit having bad dreams he said to his youngest. Yes, sir both boys said together. Fine with me I said, I'm to tired to argue. Ok, hit the sac boys. There is soap and shampoo in the boys shower you can use I was told; Terry moves around a lot when he's asleep, just a warning Howie said. Oh, by the way do not get your head bandages wet. Standing in front of the shower in just my nylon shorts, trying to set the water temperature. Terry walked in asking how are you going to shower without getting your head wet? Tell you what let me help he said as he dropped the cotton shorts that were now dry to the floor, walked into the shower, following his stiff boy toy saying you cummings? No just breathing hard, I said. With a big grin on his face Terry said your nasty, just like my uncle, I like that. After my/our shower, Terry dried himself then started to dry me also, I told him I can dry myself so he went into his bed room. I took a while drying my self off, being careful not to rub too hard on my chest or any other soar place which was most of me. I looked for my shorts but they were missing so I slowly opened Terry's bed room door, found my bag just inside the door, pulled on some fresh nylon sleeping shorts without a liner and walked over to the bed, stood there for a second. You don't have to wear those Terry said I don't wear anything when I sleep. Cool I said but I'm use to wearing these at night. Ok he said as he pulled the blankets back so I could get in, then as I got comfortable, he snuggled into me. It was so hard not to touch it again in the shower, can I touch it now Terry asked? Is there anyway I can stop you, I asked? Just tell me not to and I won't he said. I was silent for a couple of minutes. Then said not tonight I need to sleep, as I rolled on my side away from the boy and closed my eyes. Well, ok but I won't ask tomorrow night. Some time in the morning Brian took Terry's place in his bed but I was sound asleep so till I woke up I didn't know the boys had switched. Terry must be at the milking barn with his dad. I lay there wondering about this house full of men, figuring that once work was to be done no one would mess around. That seemed to be an after-supper thing when everyone let their hair down so to speak. Howie didn't have much hair and what there was he kept that military style hair cut. The boys, Brian had hair to his shoulders, Terry a little long and shaggy. I finely had to get up somewhere after 9, Terry had been and gone off to school I guess, then as I was making a fresh pot of coffee Brian came into the kitchen asking where his dad was. I was just coming back from the bathroom and said out at the milking barn, I guess. Little Brian almost jumped out of his skin saying "Who are y..." Oh wait, Patrick sorry you scared me a little. We sat and I made him breakfast, after he told me where things were then after Bacon, Eggs, toast, O.J. and coffee for me we settled into watching some TV. Brian sat snuggled next to me only getting up to pee once then right back to the couch. Howie came back to the house asking how his boys were doing, and what we wanted for lunch. By 2pm he was back out in the fields doing his thing. Brian and I took a three-hour nap and were woken by Terry crashing around in his room getting ready to go out and help his dad. After supper we watched another movie, Terry asked me how I joined the rescue service. It's kind of a long story I said. Cool Brian said Dad tells lots of long stories, so we are use to them. Yes, tell us Howie asked, how and why you joined the rescue service? Ok you all asked for it, so let me start at the beginning; when I was younger than you Brian, When I was almost 12 and we lived in Sitka Alaska, my whole extended family were and still are commercial fishermen. Starting on the family boat, when I was 8. If you showed promise by the time, you are 12 the family gets you your own commercial fishing license which is yours for the rest of your life. That's how all the boys in our family become and stay fisherman. That was my 4th year of fishing, and I sailed with my uncle Billy, and his 15-year-old son Ron. In late July we were heading back to the fishing docks in Kodiak to off load our catch when we hit a chunk of ice, that tore a huge hole in our wooden bow. The Linda J. sank in seveal minutes. Its not the big icebergs that sink most boats under a hundred feet long it's the ice chunks that are small, 2 to 4 feet across, floating just below the surface. Uncle Billy and I made it to the dory but we never saw Ron again. Over a day later a Rescue cutter picked us up. By the time we were rescued Uncle Billy was in bad shape, hypothermia, grief, he lost his beloved boat and son. I ended up on board for just over two weeks, seeing as they had a second fishing boat sink which they never found anything at all. When I graduated from high school I joined the Rescue Service. Howie then told us how he joined the U.S. Marines then he said showers and bed time, boys. Terry asked me if tonight was a better night, so I said I felt pretty good. So does that mean I can play with your man toy, go ahead and think it over he said... Times up; he said as he reached up the leg of my shorts grasping my man toy. Cool he said I like yours, are you cut? Yes, are you, I asked? Sure, everyone born in this county gets cut. You know these shorts are getting in the way, he said as he sat up starting to pull them off of me. That's better he said as he licked the piss slit of my fully engorged man toy. Then slowly took most of my toy into his mouth, pulled off asking, can I ride it? My uncle showed me how, I have a tube of Ky so it won't hurt. How old are you again I asked? 16 next month, he said and yes, I done this like a bunch of times. Does your dad know you do this? Sure, well, I think so, maybe, um, shit anyway I think he and Uncle Buck did it some times when ever he stayed more than a couple of nights. I don't have any condoms I said. Good I don't like those things Terry said. Maybe later I said. Terry looked disappointed then said well I can finish what I started, as he pulled my shorts off the rest of the way, he sucked my man toy into his mouth, as he pulled off again, he said my god yours is a lot bigger than uncles I'm gonna love this, he said as he swallowed most of my toy working it with great gusto. It's coming I said, good, about time he mumbled as he moved faster forcing my toy into his throat so he could capturer every drop of man juice I could give him. Damn you shoot a lot he said. He sat there for a short time while I reached round him grasping his boy toy. Now suck it he said. When I'm ready I said pushing him to his back. As I sat up, I looked down at the smiling, completely naked almost 16-year-old, thinking this is the dream I've had a million times come true, as I took his engorged boy toy into my mouth, my head started to spin a bit. The boy's dad was right when I woke up Terry was on the far side of the bed, stretched across the foot with our feet touching and it was 4:30 am so I went back to sleep hearing Howie an hour later getting Terry up to head for the milking barn. Brian was placed into the bed again and he snuggled into my back as I fell back asleep. At 7:30 Terry came in showered, dressed for school then had breakfast with his dad and they both left by 8:30. By 9am I had to get up, my head hurt and everyone of my ribs ached, when I looked in the mirror, I saw most of the center of my chest still black and blue, but starting to look a bit better. I made a fresh pot of coffee and was mostly through my first cup when Brian came into the kitchen saying he was starving... then he froze with a strange wide-eyed look on his face, staring at me for an instant, finally saying Oh it's you, sorry it takes me a while to get the cobwebs out of my head when I first get up. How did I end up in Terry's bed again he asked? Your dad put you there when he and Terry went to the milking barn, what ever that is I said. Oh, that's the barn the cows go to get milked in the morning and then again at 6 or so, in the evening, dad should be out there cleaning the cow shit off the floor then he checks the fences or what ever he has to do. We can walk out there if you want Brian said. No not today maybe after a couple of days I won't hurt so much then we can go out there. I'm sorry you still hurt, my jaw quit hurting mostly yesterday, it was just cracked, I guess. How about your leg I said? Now that does still hurt, but not bad. I'm going to take a nap once I call my parents, your dad told me I should give them the phone number here in case they want to call, but I'm kind of the black sheep of the family and they might not even answer the phone if they know it's me calling. What's a black sheep got to do with anything Brian asked? Well, the whole family was pissed that I joined the rescue service in stead of going fishing in Alaska with them. That's kind of dumb, I would be dead like my Uncle if you hadn't saved me. Yah well some families are kind of strange that way, lets just forget it. After talking to my mother, she was a little upset I was staying with strangers, but she was called by the station chief the day after I was injured and told what had happened to me after I rescued Brian from under the capsized boat. She asked if I really saved a little boy? Your Chief told me that you were injured during the rescue, and you were staying with friends for three weeks. She sounded like she didn't believe me or the chief, but took the phone number anyway. I told her that the doctor would be removing some of the 21 stitches from the back of my head and I had these big horse pills I had to take so I didn't get any blood clots in my lungs so I'll be just fine in a couple of weeks, Buy Mom I said before she could answer. When I lay back down to take a nap Brian was already there asleep. Howie woke us both up just after one with some lunch, then told Brian not to bother me. I told Brain's dad it was no bother having Brian with me. Howie thanked me, saying I have to go into town will you two be alright? Shure we both said at the same time, there is always TV, Brian said, or the pool he whispered to me. Pool, you have a pool I asked Brian after Howie left for town? Sure, come on out the back door and see, Brian said. I followed him out the back door into a large walled pool area, shaded my eyes from the bright sun for a moment, then saw a large pool, complete with a big hot tub. That's what I need I told Brian a hot tub. Brian went to a panel ln the block wall pushed several buttons and the hot tub started up, as he lifted the cover off, I saw a bubbling tub. I have some shorts in side I can put on, I said to Brian. Why bother we never wear anything out here anyway why should you? He said as he pealed his unders off, standing there looking at me. His 5+ inch hardon sticking straight out in front of him. Are you sure your dad won't mind you being naked with me out here I asked? Why should he, you're not going to rape me are you? I hadn't planned on it I said. Dad's Ok with us goosing each other after supper and we play with him sometimes. Terry lets me suck his pole, when dads not around, and he plays with my thing too. He and cousin Nick fuck like wild horses when ever they are here together. They do what, I asked? Cousin Nick lives just up the road, and he spends a lot of time here, he and Terry take turns sticking their boy dicks up each other's butt hole and cumm all over each other, Brian said. You going to strip or should I help you, Brian asked as he slid into the hot tub. Screeching as he quickly climbed out of the hot water. I forgot about my cut leg, that really hurt he said. I pulled the bandage off his leg saying we will have to replace this once we go in. Off came my t-shirt and shorts as I too slipped into the tub. Ouch, Ouch I said that hot water hurts my burses and remember neither one of us can get our head wet, my stitches and your jaw. Cool Brian said, too bad. Damn that's big, bigger than Terry's, are you Ok with me sitting with you over there, pointing to the lounge chairs by the table? Good idea this hot water is going to sting my chest, but you can sit there with me for a bit if you want to, I said. No tan lines I said. No body in this family has any tan lines except you he said, guess we better work on that in the next weeks, Brian said. After twenty minutes or so Brian was fast asleep but he started squirming about and moaning, then he shouted Help and I was shaking him awake, when he saw me, he screeched, wide eyed again, so I talked quietly to him till he calmed down. Another bad dream I asked? Yes, I wish I would quit having that same damn dream he said quietly, can I sit with you he asked. Any time little buddy, I said as I scooted over making room for him. Can you stick your man toy up my butt, he asked I really want to try it, I mean my cousin Pete did it to me a couple of times and I did it to him to but...? Hold on their little man, how old are you again? I'll be 13 in two months he said. I said I hadn't planned on raping you today maybe when you are a teenager and a little bigger, I said. Besides it sounds like your cousin Pete and you are doing just fine, how often does he come over? He gets off the school bus at our corner and leaves his bike here to ride home after we play here for a while. He should be here in maybe 20 minutes. Ok I need to have something on by the time he gets here so lets, go check out those swim suits in the pool house you mentioned. As I stood up my head felt light and I almost lost my balance, just a little dizzy I said as my head swirled so I had to close my eyes to make it stop, but that just made I worse. I stood there holding on to the table till my head quit turning... Sure, its over here he said as he walked to the screened in pool house on the north side of the pool yard. Brian pulled two suits from their pegs next to the out-door shower, saying try this one, holding out a tiny all yellow lycra suite. This will do I said I like this style and it's lycra so it will stretch to fit me. You will still have a tan line, but I like that suit on you, I can still see your man toy bulge. What is it with you and your brother, all you talk about is playing with my man toy? That's cause it's a new play toy, you silly. Once we played with it long enough, we "might" leave you alone but who knows. Just about then the south gate sprang open, some one shouted hay cousin is you back here? Another boy about Brian's age came into the pool yard and stopped in his tracks staring at me. Is that him is he the one who saved you He asked looking at Brian. Yup, this is Patrick, he's staying here while we both recover. Patrick my cousin Pete. I stepped forward to shake his hand but he rushed in to give me a huge hug thanking me for saving his bestist cousin, then he rushed over to Brian and gave him a big hug too, asking are you alright and what the hell is that on your neck? Owe shit that hurt, I managed to get out, once the intense pain subsided, as the two cousins froze in place. Oh, damn did I hurt you, Pete asked, yikes, what the hell happened to your front, it's like, all black and blue. He faced Brian asking is he alright? No, he isn't, after he saved me, he got hit in the head by Uncles boat then he drowned kind of, the other people on the rescue boat saved him and did CPR to bring him back to life while I was laying there watching. His blood got all over me, but he broke my jaw and we both ended up in the hospital. Brian, Brian enough, settle down, I got to sit down again...Pete can you help me over to the lounge chair please. Each boy got under both of my arms and they directed me to the lounge chair. Pete was standing beside me visibly shaking, and Brian slumped onto the lounge with me. I reached up telling Pete to sit, before he fell down. Oh, shit Mr. I'm sorry I hurt you, Pete said then he saw the dressing all over the back of my head, shit, shit, shit, he said. What happened there he asked? That's where he got 21 stitches in the hospital, Brian said, so don't touch it. Are you Ok Patrick? I will be Ok, just give me some time before you start asking questions. Both boys sat quiet for several minutes then Brian told Pete to help him bring an umbrella over to get some shade on me. Thank you, boys I'm going to close my eyes, for a bit, I'm a bit dizzy right now. Oh, shit should I call someone Pete asked? Listen boys do you know what a concussion is? Silence... Well, if someone gets hit on the head hard enough, one of several things can happen. First the skull can break open, and the person usually dies, or if that doesn't happen the brain gets all jiggled around inside the skull, there is room inside the skull for the brain to move a little while a special liquid cushions it, if the motion is violent enough the jiggling can bruise the brain like my chest got bruised. It will take several weeks, some times months for that to heal so I have to be careful and take the special pills the doctor gave me. Those pills help make sure I don't get any blood clots that could kill me, so I have to sleep a lot to help me heal inside and out. That's the best I can do, explaining a concussion, and I have a bad one. The back door to the house opened and I herd what the hell are you doing out here? Terry you got to help us get Patrick back into the house, he got all dizzy and just told us to let him sleep for a bit. Nick, get out here I need your help! What's up cuz? We need to carry Patrick back into the house. No, you don't I said as I opened my eyes, Just, give me a little help getting back inside. With a bigger boy on both sides of me we all made it into the kitchen with out any more problems. Brian brought in my clothes, then he and Pete closed the hot tub then Joined us. Shit is that him Nick asked? Yup that's him Brian and Terry said at the same time. Who beat him up so bad, Nick asked? Terry said, Uncles boat tried to kill him after he pulled Brian out from under it. The boys helped me get back in bed, they put a glass of ice water and my pills on the night stand then as Brian was closing the door Terry said no, leave it open in case, he calls us. That was the last thing I remember. Terry traced his dad to the Elks club and told his dad what happened during the day and Howie called the doctor right away, then rushed home. The doctor had called Howie's house and was talking to Terry, getting a first-hand step by step account of what happened. Howie took the phone after they were finished and was given an additional prescription to pick up for Patrick. Minutes after he finished talking to the doctor the chief called saying one of his people, the second in command, was on the way to the pharmacy to pick up the pills and would deliver them to their place. After some discussion the dock said to let him sleep as long as he could and don't worry about feeding him till, he wakes up. No hot tub, swimming or walking more than he has to, no alcohol, coffee is Ok but make sure someone is in the house at all times, for the rest of the week. I slept off and mostly on for a week, missed Uncles funeral but the Chief of the station was there in my stead. 12 days after I was injured the hospital gave me a mostly clean bill of health but I could not go back to work for another two weeks, and I would have to take those horse pills for two more months. I was given an exercise routine to build up my stamina. Either Terry or Brian was with me almost every minute, that couple of weeks, after all it was their summer vacation. The night I was given my mostly clean bill of health Terry was in bed early as Howie and I sat up telling stories from our past, me mostly about my fishing days but Howie started talking about Korea and Vietnam. At 1:30 am I finally made it to bed and Terry was waiting for me saying. I didn't think you two would ever stop talking, I never heard most of those stories' dad was telling you. He rolled up on to my chest saying I would love to ride your man toy but if you say no, I won't ever ask again. Once again, I was silent not answering his request. Then as he started to slide off of my chest, I said well my ribs aren't hurting anymore and if you check my man toy is saying yes, all by its self. Terry reached down finding my engorged man toy smiled then tossed the covers off of the both of us. I have the lube right here he said. Howie opened the boys, bathroom door after checking on Brian saying good night, boys don't hurt each other he said with a wink, as he closed the bathroom door, giving us a little chuckle as he left. Terry froze saying, he saw us, shit dad knows I'm gay now Terry said. Sure, he does. He and I talked about you probably wanting to ride my toy some day and he said it's your body, as long as you are careful. Oh, and he installed an anal wand in your shower I'll show you how to use it when we are done. I wondered what that new spray thing was, it has like, a small water jet thing screwed onto the end where the spray head should have been, Terry was saying as he lightly covered my toy with Ky then facing me, he sat on my man toy slowly sinking till his ass was being tickled by my pubes. Take your time I told him, as I lifted him up a bit then let him slide back down, he did that twice more than started moaning and squirming as he raised and lowered himself, getting faster as the minutes went by. Try this I said as I lifted him mostly off, now turn around and sit back down, now lay back on my chest I said as I started to push in and out of his well lubed ass, getting faster as I went. Don't pull out I want you to fill my ass with your man juice. Your call I said as I slowed down a bit, knowing I was not going to last very long. After several minutes I told him it was coming. Then I shot a dozen jets of cumm into him, it had been several days since I last cummed. Dam that was great he said can we do this every night for as long as you are staying here, Terry asked? I think we should try several positions to make everything interesting I said. Now go sit on the shitter and get rid of as much of my cumm as you can then we will shower. I showed him how to use the anal probe to clean out anything that was left, him saying that was almost as good as my man toy in him. Have you ever thought about being on top I asked? Sorry, what was that, being on top? Hell, yes, my cousin and I trade off sometimes but I got to say I like being the bottom. So, do I is all I said, keep that in mind. Then we went back to bed and both of us fell asleep... When Terry got up to go out to the milk barn, sleeping Brian was put in bed with me because he was still having some night mares. After his dad and brother left, he pulled his tight white undies off leaving him as naked as I was. I reached over and slowly worked his boy toy till it was at full staff, just under 5 inches stiff. Then I slowly scooted down under the covers and started to suck lightly on his toy. After a good five minute a drop of clear almost pre cumm leaked from his boy piss slit. I lubed my pointer finger and rolled Brian over on to his stomach then slowly invaded his boy pussy, sinking to the first knuckle. He had told me that he and his cousin had played with each other's ass before so I figured he would tolerate the intrusion. Part way through my playing with his boy pussy, he said you can put your big old sausage in there if you want to. Not today I said as we snuggled close and went back to sleep. For the next week and a half, I stayed on the farm being able to do a little more each day till I was back to my old self. Brian and I were going to the barn in the morning with Howie and Terry helping with the milking. Cousins Nick and Pete were at the house after their milking too so the 5 of us would go places, to their favorite swimming hole down on the river or spend some time at our pool yard. I was starting, to lose, my tan lines while never wearing anything in the pool yard or even down by the river that ran through their S.W. fields.
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Mon, 4 Sep 2023 16:22:09 -0600 From: Bill Baker <[email protected]> Subject: Brian's Tale, The Farm, Chapter 3, Gay Adult-Youth Reader Warning: This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males older and younger than 18. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states, and some countries, you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, by the author, without the consent of the author or his designated legal staff. Remember unprotected sex is dangerous, always practice safe sex. Don't forget to donate to Nifty. Help keep these stories free and available! Support Nifty. Do you like it or not, any suggestions? Let me know ... [email protected] Last Time: So, Tuesday morning Brian had the wires holding his jaw in place partially removed and the nylon brace fitted, then we were both discharged into the care of Howie and sons. On the way to their house Terry pointed out the cheese factory where all of their milk was sold too, as we turned off the main road. So, you live on a dairy farm, I asked? Yes of course didn't anyone tell you that? The farm has been in our family for three generations now. Cool, I said and I've never been on a dairy farm before. The Farm, 03 We parked in the driveway in front of a fairly large brick house, Howie said I'll get you in side then I have to go to the barn and catch up on my work. We walked into the kitchen Terry said that's our bathroom between Brian and My bedrooms I have a day bed in my room that you can use. Dad went to the station and packed up what civilian cloths of yours they could find. Its mostly sweats and track cloths. What size shoes do you ware Terry asked me? 9 and a ½ or ten I said. Good we have some rubber boots out back that will fit you, and heavy socks you can wear too. Brien go lay down in your room till dad gets back from the barn, you look like you're going to fall down or something Patrick, come with me and crash on the day bed in my room for a while. After I stretched out on the day bed. Terry came back into his room after making sure Brian was in bed and said shit that won't work your taller than the bed is long, here get in bed over here, it's a California queen size, I was told it's extra long, I guess. I don't want to take your bed I said to Terry. You're not, we can share for a while, Uncle always slept here when he stayed, Terry said. Well as long as it's alright with your dad it's Ok with me I said. Cool, Terry said. Terry went out to the milking barn to help his dad. I pulled on some black nylon jogging shorts, lay there for a while, then the door from the bathroom opened and I heard Brian say, are you asleep, Patrick are you asleep? Not yet I said do you need something? I had a really bad dream I was lost in the dark and nobody came looking for me. I looked over at the skinny long blond-haired boy wearing only some kind of bright orange stretchy underwear, and the stark white nylon brace the doctor said he had to have on for two weeks, and noticed him limping a little. I got scared he said. Come on over here I said do you want to sleep on Terry's bed for a while? Can you make it up here with that stiff leg? Yes please, he said as he crawled onto the bed snuggling up to me. He was trembling, are you cold I asked? No Just scared he said. Here crawl under the covers, I said, I won't let anything happen to you, I need to cover up myself anyway. He was soon asleep. I heard Terry and Howie come into the kitchen so I got up, shaking off a slight dizzy feeling, pulled on a sweatshirt, opened the door from Terry's room as Howie was opening Brian's room. He's in here I said, he had a bad dream, so I let him crawl into bed with me, hope that was alright, he was trembling so bad, I needed to do something. If I may suggest you should have him sleep with you for a couple of nights till he gets over being scared, the little guy has been through a lot this week. Good Idea Howie said. Then we heard a panicked voice call out, where is everybody. I opened Terry's door saying, out in the kitchen, come on get up and join us. Ok I got to piss first. You might try the bathroom I said, I don't think Terry would like you using his bed for that. Your silly He giggled, as he ran into the bathroom, I think he forgot to limp. We were sitting at the kitchen table when Brian came out of the bathroom, only wearing his tight streach undies and neck brace, this time he was noticeably limping. Oh, I forgot to warn you my boys run around like that a lot, especially out in the back yard. Don't be surprised if they are naked most of the night after their showers, we watch a movie or Tv before they hit the sac. Thanks for the warning I said. We sat at the table and had a long talk about what happened and many other things. Brian's uncle usually took one of the boys with him to check his crab pots just off the coast of the river, he had been doing it for years and everything had worked out fine till last week. Howie told the boys that their uncle's ashes were to be interned in the towns VA cemetery on that coming Saturday, and asked them if it was alright if I went with them. Brian looked shocked as he crawled into my lap saying of course Pat can come, he's part of our family now, isn't he? Yes, I guess he is Howie said. Cool Terry said, really cool, I always wanted an big brother I turned to Howie and asked If you will drive me to the station, I can get my uniform and wear it to the funerial. Thank you I would like that; do you have a car? No not yet, but I do have my 750 motorcycle parked at the station. Well, I have an old farm Pick-up truck you can use to go to the station any time you want. Cool Terry and I said at the same time. Can I go with, Terry asked? Sure, I said any time, as long as it's alright with your dad. After supper Howie told the boys to jump in the shower while he and I had some coffee. Terry you will have to help Brian with his shower, he mustn't get his stitches wet Ok. Mumble, mumble was all we heard back. Oh, shit I'll have to get some one to take the troop on the camp out this comming weekend. Troop, campout? I asked. I'm the scoutmaster of the local scout troop, which is a little different than most conventional scout troops, we are sponsored by the Bysons lodge and we have many boy who wanted to be a scout, but the local official scout troop found out that some were gay boys and told them they were denied membership in the BSA troops. It turns out there are a lot of gay boys of scouting age living in this area that wantedto join scouts but they had come out of the closet, so we formed an unoficcial troop just for them and anyone who wanted to join. Just about then the boys came running into the living room to watch a movie. Brian was wearing only his neck brace, and a small towel round his waist, while Terry had on some short tight white cotton shorts. He must have put them on right out of the shower because they were wet and almost see through. Howie checked Brains bandage then declaring it dry, he smacked little Brian on the bare butt as he pulled his towel back where it was. During the movie the boys stretched out on the carpeted floor in front of the TV. Terry on the floor, next to his brother, displaying his cute bubble butt for all to see. During the movie Brian and Terry had this little war going on bugging each other. At one-point Terry pulled the towel off of Brian, tossed it over his shoulder and it landed on the couch between Howie and me. Howie placed his big bear foot on Terry's butt, noticed Terry's shorts were wet and he asked if they were. Brian said they're soaking wet. Loose the shorts Howie told Terry and here he said tossing the small towel to his older son. Brian soon had the towel off of Terry and tossed it at me. Brians hand seemed to be under Terry holding on to his hard on, then Terry rolled over taking hold of Brians stiffy. Settle down boys Howie said or I'll finish your fight for you. Fat chance Terry said off handedly so the boy's dad jumped into the middle of his sons tickling them both with out mercy. Both boys were very ticklish and were squirming around like naked worms trying to get away from their dad. Howie, only wearing a towel soon had it pulled off, so all three of them were mostly bear during there tickle match. Brian scooted up on to the couch next to me then slowly scooting on to my lap as I pulled an old afghan blanket from the couch back on to us. Howie stayed on the floor with Terry, while Brian snuggled into my chest saying, If I hurt you just tell me and I'll move. I'm fine I told him wrapping my arms around him, finding my right little finger sticking into his belly button. After a while he moved my hand from his belly further down, then slowly to his crotch so I was feeling the heat of his boy toys area. I tried to move it away twice but he kept moving it back so I cupped my hand over his boy toy as it slowly got even harder and much warmer. Howie looked back at us there on the couch saying, you know he still owes you a couple of whacks, just be careful he doesn't smack you between the legs, he does that a lot with his elbow, or knee and these tender parts are susceptable to stimulation he said as he squeezed Terry's rock hard boy toy, slowly working it up and down. Terry seemed to be squirming arround on the far side of Howie but not trying too hard at getting away. Oh, dad I don't do it on purpose, then with a sly grin said, most of the time looking me in the eye...as he got his little hand under the open leg of my baggy shorts, I always go commando because the shorts have a liner, soon his little hand found its way inside the liner and was wrapped around my quickly growing man toy. You sure you want to do that I whispered? Oh, yah he whispered back, can I suck on it some time? This boy is quiet a heater, I said to his dad who agreed saying. When he sleeps with me, I have to lose most of my covers... Just before the movie was over Terry said to his dad, the day bed is way to small for Pat to sleep on, so he can bunk with me, if that's alright. Fine with me as long as he doesn't mind. I don't expect Patrick to do any chores round here for at least two weeks, maybe more, and when you and I are in the milk barn, before school, Brian can climb in bed with him, if he wants, till we get done. You, young sir will be sleeping in my bed till you quit having bad dreams he said to his youngest. Yes, sir both boys said together. Fine with me I said, I'm to tired to argue. Ok, hit the sac boys. There is soap and shampoo in the boys shower you can use I was told; Terry moves around a lot when he's asleep, just a warning Howie said. Oh, by the way do not get your head bandages wet. Standing in front of the shower in just my nylon shorts, trying to set the water temperature. Terry walked in asking how are you going to shower without getting your head wet? Tell you what let me help he said as he dropped the cotton shorts that were now dry to the floor, walked into the shower, following his stiff boy toy saying you cummings? No just breathing hard, I said. With a big grin on his face Terry said your nasty, just like my uncle, I like that. After my/our shower, Terry dried himself then started to dry me also, I told him I can dry myself so he went into his bed room. I took a while drying my self off, being careful not to rub too hard on my chest or any other soar place which was most of me. I looked for my shorts but they were missing so I slowly opened Terry's bed room door, found my bag just inside the door, pulled on some fresh nylon sleeping shorts without a liner and walked over to the bed, stood there for a second. You don't have to wear those Terry said I don't wear anything when I sleep. Cool I said but I'm use to wearing these at night. Ok he said as he pulled the blankets back so I could get in, then as I got comfortable, he snuggled into me. It was so hard not to touch it again in the shower, can I touch it now Terry asked? Is there anyway I can stop you, I asked? Just tell me not to and I won't he said. I was silent for a couple of minutes. Then said not tonight I need to sleep, as I rolled on my side away from the boy and closed my eyes. Well, ok but I won't ask tomorrow night. Some time in the morning Brian took Terry's place in his bed but I was sound asleep so till I woke up I didn't know the boys had switched. Terry must be at the milking barn with his dad. I lay there wondering about this house full of men, figuring that once work was to be done no one would mess around. That seemed to be an after-supper thing when everyone let their hair down so to speak. Howie didn't have much hair and what there was he kept that military style hair cut. The boys, Brian had hair to his shoulders, Terry a little long and shaggy. I finely had to get up somewhere after 9, Terry had been and gone off to school I guess, then as I was making a fresh pot of coffee Brian came into the kitchen asking where his dad was. I was just coming back from the bathroom and said out at the milking barn, I guess. Little Brian almost jumped out of his skin saying "Who are y..." Oh wait, Patrick sorry you scared me a little. We sat and I made him breakfast, after he told me where things were then after Bacon, Eggs, toast, O.J. and coffee for me we settled into watching some TV. Brian sat snuggled next to me only getting up to pee once then right back to the couch. Howie came back to the house asking how his boys were doing, and what we wanted for lunch. By 2pm he was back out in the fields doing his thing. Brian and I took a three-hour nap and were woken by Terry crashing around in his room getting ready to go out and help his dad. After supper we watched another movie, Terry asked me how I joined the rescue service. It's kind of a long story I said. Cool Brian said Dad tells lots of long stories, so we are use to them. Yes, tell us Howie asked, how and why you joined the rescue service? Ok you all asked for it, so let me start at the beginning; when I was younger than you Brian, When I was almost 12 and we lived in Sitka Alaska, my whole extended family were and still are commercial fishermen. Starting on the family boat, when I was 8. If you showed promise by the time, you are 12 the family gets you your own commercial fishing license which is yours for the rest of your life. That's how all the boys in our family become and stay fisherman. That was my 4th year of fishing, and I sailed with my uncle Billy, and his 15-year-old son Ron. In late July we were heading back to the fishing docks in Kodiak to off load our catch when we hit a chunk of ice, that tore a huge hole in our wooden bow. The Linda J. sank in seveal minutes. Its not the big icebergs that sink most boats under a hundred feet long it's the ice chunks that are small, 2 to 4 feet across, floating just below the surface. Uncle Billy and I made it to the dory but we never saw Ron again. Over a day later a Rescue cutter picked us up. By the time we were rescued Uncle Billy was in bad shape, hypothermia, grief, he lost his beloved boat and son. I ended up on board for just over two weeks, seeing as they had a second fishing boat sink which they never found anything at all. When I graduated from high school I joined the Rescue Service. Howie then told us how he joined the U.S. Marines then he said showers and bed time, boys. Terry asked me if tonight was a better night, so I said I felt pretty good. So does that mean I can play with your man toy, go ahead and think it over he said... Times up; he said as he reached up the leg of my shorts grasping my man toy. Cool he said I like yours, are you cut? Yes, are you, I asked? Sure, everyone born in this county gets cut. You know these shorts are getting in the way, he said as he sat up starting to pull them off of me. That's better he said as he licked the piss slit of my fully engorged man toy. Then slowly took most of my toy into his mouth, pulled off asking, can I ride it? My uncle showed me how, I have a tube of Ky so it won't hurt. How old are you again I asked? 16 next month, he said and yes, I done this like a bunch of times. Does your dad know you do this? Sure, well, I think so, maybe, um, shit anyway I think he and Uncle Buck did it some times when ever he stayed more than a couple of nights. I don't have any condoms I said. Good I don't like those things Terry said. Maybe later I said. Terry looked disappointed then said well I can finish what I started, as he pulled my shorts off the rest of the way, he sucked my man toy into his mouth, as he pulled off again, he said my god yours is a lot bigger than uncles I'm gonna love this, he said as he swallowed most of my toy working it with great gusto. It's coming I said, good, about time he mumbled as he moved faster forcing my toy into his throat so he could capturer every drop of man juice I could give him. Damn you shoot a lot he said. He sat there for a short time while I reached round him grasping his boy toy. Now suck it he said. When I'm ready I said pushing him to his back. As I sat up, I looked down at the smiling, completely naked almost 16-year-old, thinking this is the dream I've had a million times come true, as I took his engorged boy toy into my mouth, my head started to spin a bit. The boy's dad was right when I woke up Terry was on the far side of the bed, stretched across the foot with our feet touching and it was 4:30 am so I went back to sleep hearing Howie an hour later getting Terry up to head for the milking barn. Brian was placed into the bed again and he snuggled into my back as I fell back asleep. At 7:30 Terry came in showered, dressed for school then had breakfast with his dad and they both left by 8:30. By 9am I had to get up, my head hurt and everyone of my ribs ached, when I looked in the mirror, I saw most of the center of my chest still black and blue, but starting to look a bit better. I made a fresh pot of coffee and was mostly through my first cup when Brian came into the kitchen saying he was starving... then he froze with a strange wide-eyed look on his face, staring at me for an instant, finally saying Oh it's you, sorry it takes me a while to get the cobwebs out of my head when I first get up. How did I end up in Terry's bed again he asked? Your dad put you there when he and Terry went to the milking barn, what ever that is I said. Oh, that's the barn the cows go to get milked in the morning and then again at 6 or so, in the evening, dad should be out there cleaning the cow shit off the floor then he checks the fences or what ever he has to do. We can walk out there if you want Brian said. No not today maybe after a couple of days I won't hurt so much then we can go out there. I'm sorry you still hurt, my jaw quit hurting mostly yesterday, it was just cracked, I guess. How about your leg I said? Now that does still hurt, but not bad. I'm going to take a nap once I call my parents, your dad told me I should give them the phone number here in case they want to call, but I'm kind of the black sheep of the family and they might not even answer the phone if they know it's me calling. What's a black sheep got to do with anything Brian asked? Well, the whole family was pissed that I joined the rescue service in stead of going fishing in Alaska with them. That's kind of dumb, I would be dead like my Uncle if you hadn't saved me. Yah well some families are kind of strange that way, lets just forget it. After talking to my mother, she was a little upset I was staying with strangers, but she was called by the station chief the day after I was injured and told what had happened to me after I rescued Brian from under the capsized boat. She asked if I really saved a little boy? Your Chief told me that you were injured during the rescue, and you were staying with friends for three weeks. She sounded like she didn't believe me or the chief, but took the phone number anyway. I told her that the doctor would be removing some of the 21 stitches from the back of my head and I had these big horse pills I had to take so I didn't get any blood clots in my lungs so I'll be just fine in a couple of weeks, Buy Mom I said before she could answer. When I lay back down to take a nap Brian was already there asleep. Howie woke us both up just after one with some lunch, then told Brian not to bother me. I told Brain's dad it was no bother having Brian with me. Howie thanked me, saying I have to go into town will you two be alright? Shure we both said at the same time, there is always TV, Brian said, or the pool he whispered to me. Pool, you have a pool I asked Brian after Howie left for town? Sure, come on out the back door and see, Brian said. I followed him out the back door into a large walled pool area, shaded my eyes from the bright sun for a moment, then saw a large pool, complete with a big hot tub. That's what I need I told Brian a hot tub. Brian went to a panel ln the block wall pushed several buttons and the hot tub started up, as he lifted the cover off, I saw a bubbling tub. I have some shorts in side I can put on, I said to Brian. Why bother we never wear anything out here anyway why should you? He said as he pealed his unders off, standing there looking at me. His 5+ inch hardon sticking straight out in front of him. Are you sure your dad won't mind you being naked with me out here I asked? Why should he, you're not going to rape me are you? I hadn't planned on it I said. Dad's Ok with us goosing each other after supper and we play with him sometimes. Terry lets me suck his pole, when dads not around, and he plays with my thing too. He and cousin Nick fuck like wild horses when ever they are here together. They do what, I asked? Cousin Nick lives just up the road, and he spends a lot of time here, he and Terry take turns sticking their boy dicks up each other's butt hole and cumm all over each other, Brian said. You going to strip or should I help you, Brian asked as he slid into the hot tub. Screeching as he quickly climbed out of the hot water. I forgot about my cut leg, that really hurt he said. I pulled the bandage off his leg saying we will have to replace this once we go in. Off came my t-shirt and shorts as I too slipped into the tub. Ouch, Ouch I said that hot water hurts my burses and remember neither one of us can get our head wet, my stitches and your jaw. Cool Brian said, too bad. Damn that's big, bigger than Terry's, are you Ok with me sitting with you over there, pointing to the lounge chairs by the table? Good idea this hot water is going to sting my chest, but you can sit there with me for a bit if you want to, I said. No tan lines I said. No body in this family has any tan lines except you he said, guess we better work on that in the next weeks, Brian said. After twenty minutes or so Brian was fast asleep but he started squirming about and moaning, then he shouted Help and I was shaking him awake, when he saw me, he screeched, wide eyed again, so I talked quietly to him till he calmed down. Another bad dream I asked? Yes, I wish I would quit having that same damn dream he said quietly, can I sit with you he asked. Any time little buddy, I said as I scooted over making room for him. Can you stick your man toy up my butt, he asked I really want to try it, I mean my cousin Pete did it to me a couple of times and I did it to him to but...? Hold on their little man, how old are you again? I'll be 13 in two months he said. I said I hadn't planned on raping you today maybe when you are a teenager and a little bigger, I said. Besides it sounds like your cousin Pete and you are doing just fine, how often does he come over? He gets off the school bus at our corner and leaves his bike here to ride home after we play here for a while. He should be here in maybe 20 minutes. Ok I need to have something on by the time he gets here so lets, go check out those swim suits in the pool house you mentioned. As I stood up my head felt light and I almost lost my balance, just a little dizzy I said as my head swirled so I had to close my eyes to make it stop, but that just made I worse. I stood there holding on to the table till my head quit turning... Sure, its over here he said as he walked to the screened in pool house on the north side of the pool yard. Brian pulled two suits from their pegs next to the out-door shower, saying try this one, holding out a tiny all yellow lycra suite. This will do I said I like this style and it's lycra so it will stretch to fit me. You will still have a tan line, but I like that suit on you, I can still see your man toy bulge. What is it with you and your brother, all you talk about is playing with my man toy? That's cause it's a new play toy, you silly. Once we played with it long enough, we "might" leave you alone but who knows. Just about then the south gate sprang open, some one shouted hay cousin is you back here? Another boy about Brian's age came into the pool yard and stopped in his tracks staring at me. Is that him is he the one who saved you He asked looking at Brian. Yup, this is Patrick, he's staying here while we both recover. Patrick my cousin Pete. I stepped forward to shake his hand but he rushed in to give me a huge hug thanking me for saving his bestist cousin, then he rushed over to Brian and gave him a big hug too, asking are you alright and what the hell is that on your neck? Owe shit that hurt, I managed to get out, once the intense pain subsided, as the two cousins froze in place. Oh, damn did I hurt you, Pete asked, yikes, what the hell happened to your front, it's like, all black and blue. He faced Brian asking is he alright? No, he isn't, after he saved me, he got hit in the head by Uncles boat then he drowned kind of, the other people on the rescue boat saved him and did CPR to bring him back to life while I was laying there watching. His blood got all over me, but he broke my jaw and we both ended up in the hospital. Brian, Brian enough, settle down, I got to sit down again...Pete can you help me over to the lounge chair please. Each boy got under both of my arms and they directed me to the lounge chair. Pete was standing beside me visibly shaking, and Brian slumped onto the lounge with me. I reached up telling Pete to sit, before he fell down. Oh, shit Mr. I'm sorry I hurt you, Pete said then he saw the dressing all over the back of my head, shit, shit, shit, he said. What happened there he asked? That's where he got 21 stitches in the hospital, Brian said, so don't touch it. Are you Ok Patrick? I will be Ok, just give me some time before you start asking questions. Both boys sat quiet for several minutes then Brian told Pete to help him bring an umbrella over to get some shade on me. Thank you, boys I'm going to close my eyes, for a bit, I'm a bit dizzy right now. Oh, shit should I call someone Pete asked? Listen boys do you know what a concussion is? Silence... Well, if someone gets hit on the head hard enough, one of several things can happen. First the skull can break open, and the person usually dies, or if that doesn't happen the brain gets all jiggled around inside the skull, there is room inside the skull for the brain to move a little while a special liquid cushions it, if the motion is violent enough the jiggling can bruise the brain like my chest got bruised. It will take several weeks, some times months for that to heal so I have to be careful and take the special pills the doctor gave me. Those pills help make sure I don't get any blood clots that could kill me, so I have to sleep a lot to help me heal inside and out. That's the best I can do, explaining a concussion, and I have a bad one. The back door to the house opened and I herd what the hell are you doing out here? Terry you got to help us get Patrick back into the house, he got all dizzy and just told us to let him sleep for a bit. Nick, get out here I need your help! What's up cuz? We need to carry Patrick back into the house. No, you don't I said as I opened my eyes, Just, give me a little help getting back inside. With a bigger boy on both sides of me we all made it into the kitchen with out any more problems. Brian brought in my clothes, then he and Pete closed the hot tub then Joined us. Shit is that him Nick asked? Yup that's him Brian and Terry said at the same time. Who beat him up so bad, Nick asked? Terry said, Uncles boat tried to kill him after he pulled Brian out from under it. The boys helped me get back in bed, they put a glass of ice water and my pills on the night stand then as Brian was closing the door Terry said no, leave it open in case, he calls us. That was the last thing I remember. Terry traced his dad to the Elks club and told his dad what happened during the day and Howie called the doctor right away, then rushed home. The doctor had called Howie's house and was talking to Terry, getting a first-hand step by step account of what happened. Howie took the phone after they were finished and was given an additional prescription to pick up for Patrick. Minutes after he finished talking to the doctor the chief called saying one of his people, the second in command, was on the way to the pharmacy to pick up the pills and would deliver them to their place. After some discussion the dock said to let him sleep as long as he could and don't worry about feeding him till, he wakes up. No hot tub, swimming or walking more than he has to, no alcohol, coffee is Ok but make sure someone is in the house at all times, for the rest of the week. I slept off and mostly on for a week, missed Uncles funeral but the Chief of the station was there in my stead. 12 days after I was injured the hospital gave me a mostly clean bill of health but I could not go back to work for another two weeks, and I would have to take those horse pills for two more months. I was given an exercise routine to build up my stamina. Either Terry or Brian was with me almost every minute, that couple of weeks, after all it was their summer vacation. The night I was given my mostly clean bill of health Terry was in bed early as Howie and I sat up telling stories from our past, me mostly about my fishing days but Howie started talking about Korea and Vietnam. At 1:30 am I finally made it to bed and Terry was waiting for me saying. I didn't think you two would ever stop talking, I never heard most of those stories' dad was telling you. He rolled up on to my chest saying I would love to ride your man toy but if you say no, I won't ever ask again. Once again, I was silent not answering his request. Then as he started to slide off of my chest, I said well my ribs aren't hurting anymore and if you check my man toy is saying yes, all by its self. Terry reached down finding my engorged man toy smiled then tossed the covers off of the both of us. I have the lube right here he said. Howie opened the boys, bathroom door after checking on Brian saying good night, boys don't hurt each other he said with a wink, as he closed the bathroom door, giving us a little chuckle as he left. Terry froze saying, he saw us, shit dad knows I'm gay now Terry said. Sure, he does. He and I talked about you probably wanting to ride my toy some day and he said it's your body, as long as you are careful. Oh, and he installed an anal wand in your shower I'll show you how to use it when we are done. I wondered what that new spray thing was, it has like, a small water jet thing screwed onto the end where the spray head should have been, Terry was saying as he lightly covered my toy with Ky then facing me, he sat on my man toy slowly sinking till his ass was being tickled by my pubes. Take your time I told him, as I lifted him up a bit then let him slide back down, he did that twice more than started moaning and squirming as he raised and lowered himself, getting faster as the minutes went by. Try this I said as I lifted him mostly off, now turn around and sit back down, now lay back on my chest I said as I started to push in and out of his well lubed ass, getting faster as I went. Don't pull out I want you to fill my ass with your man juice. Your call I said as I slowed down a bit, knowing I was not going to last very long. After several minutes I told him it was coming. Then I shot a dozen jets of cumm into him, it had been several days since I last cummed. Dam that was great he said can we do this every night for as long as you are staying here, Terry asked? I think we should try several positions to make everything interesting I said. Now go sit on the shitter and get rid of as much of my cumm as you can then we will shower. I showed him how to use the anal probe to clean out anything that was left, him saying that was almost as good as my man toy in him. Have you ever thought about being on top I asked? Sorry, what was that, being on top? Hell, yes, my cousin and I trade off sometimes but I got to say I like being the bottom. So, do I is all I said, keep that in mind. Then we went back to bed and both of us fell asleep... When Terry got up to go out to the milk barn, sleeping Brian was put in bed with me because he was still having some night mares. After his dad and brother left, he pulled his tight white undies off leaving him as naked as I was. I reached over and slowly worked his boy toy till it was at full staff, just under 5 inches stiff. Then I slowly scooted down under the covers and started to suck lightly on his toy. After a good five minute a drop of clear almost pre cumm leaked from his boy piss slit. I lubed my pointer finger and rolled Brian over on to his stomach then slowly invaded his boy pussy, sinking to the first knuckle. He had told me that he and his cousin had played with each other's ass before so I figured he would tolerate the intrusion. Part way through my playing with his boy pussy, he said you can put your big old sausage in there if you want to. Not today I said as we snuggled close and went back to sleep. For the next week and a half, I stayed on the farm being able to do a little more each day till I was back to my old self. Brian and I were going to the barn in the morning with Howie and Terry helping with the milking. Cousins Nick and Pete were at the house after their milking too so the 5 of us would go places, to their favorite swimming hole down on the river or spend some time at our pool yard. I was starting, to lose, my tan lines while never wearing anything in the pool yard or even down by the river that ran through their S.W. fields. </[email protected]> </div></div>
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Date: Tue, 23 Jul 2019 14:21:29 +0200 From: kuifje23 coif Subject: barber boyz club of Kickbarber part 5 Barber Boyz Club Part 5: tutoring long pleasure games. By: Kick Barber (M/b/b/b sm/hair) ============================/=============================================== Legal things are a personal matter. Respect the copyright and this is for 16+ only. =========================================================================== Barberboyzzclub part 5 In part 4 it was the first day that Julian, the new young stunning barber in town, enjoyed all three together of his newly conquered little lovers introducing them to group sex.. It happened fast and penetrating within a short time that morning. A long afternon was to follow yet. When they rested for a while Julian remembered how he had conquered the boys. He had won the love of the boys without any pressure, he just saw their needs, desires and opened the right doors. in his case the back door now for his three little prize winners. Once as a young boy he would never forget his strange feelings he couldn't place, when he was with older smart, stunning boys. Since he was introduced by his uncle what to do with that feelings he had a glamorous fulfilling sex life with many happy encounters from that young age on. He wanted the boys to have the same joyous child and teenhood. After seeing other little boys struggling the same feelings he found this as purpose for life! Sharing and tutoring little boys like he was tutored for his own awakening, was now his aim to free little gay boys from pent up feelings of unknown abilities and joy. On that day that game started from the doorstep. After the usual first quick bursts of sperm enthusiasm this day -like also all the days before-, the boys now were ready to experience real fun doing it with four together. Like all little boys, who enjoyed their first sexual activities, they only knew and wanted it one way: quickly and often. And then, after the initial short period of shame following each dry our wet ejaculation -so typical for little beginners - they want to counter that feeling with even more lust activities by doing it again and again. This was of course for older Julian not the way to spend the whole day having them visiting. He planned to teach the boys doing it different: more intense and longer joy for each outburst. The three little naked bodies now were resting close together, recurring from their first results. Our grease looking 13 year old Sam strangled with his new love, little 9 year old blond sissyboy Matthew. For the first time his desire to cuddle and more with a sweet little boy had become real with so sexy little Matthew. Marco, 11 year, 9 year looking, Justin Bieber look alike and sex addict, since Julian made him free to express his oversexed macho mind. Marco also was already trying to start a new love play with this tutorstud Julian. Julian knew this boy could come and come endlessly with his dry bursts. But only in a simple way: up and down wherever in and hopla.. This day he could learn new tricks to become a better lover. When the boys came alive again Julian showed them a vid, in which he played a key role. It was made during early school years and showed a very young pretty Julian being treated by several, the most hottest looking twinks. He was tied up like being unwillingly abused. The twinks though did all they could to steam up their victim to get him hornyer and willingly by treating all hot spots on his body. Of course all our three boys had already now that feelings too after seeing their friend in the vid showing top pleasure being treated that way. Julian told them that a lot of extreme sex fun could be enjoyed in making your friend hotter and hotter without too quick outbursts. He proposed the boys to play next that same role: being stimulate all over, while extending the heating up by delaying cumming. Each boy had to take a turn to experiment this feelings. They were allowed to use the word `stop' to help them prolong time before their final cumming. It was Sam as oldest and most experienced who wanted to be the new Julian. After all, he had had many years of sex history since his sixth birthday. His 13 year old brother then consumed his little toy brother almost daily. Not to mention his brothers friends taking him in turns also. Now being 13 himself he loved to play that role with a small toy boys himself. In this situation created by Julian and with his little friends he was happy to be able to be himself. After all the frustration of his classmates, calling him `homo', when he performed his role of funny entertainer, made him shy to act out like he would. The word `homo' was used for every action of him but it had caused his eager to go for being gay and doing it when possible. Now was that chance to be that homo in every minute and every cell off his body. To walk like a dancer, to say words high pitched, to act seducing and to touch others. To become a stud wanted by many other stunning studs he knew from sites his brother showed him. Julian decided to send the boys up to the bigbedfun room now. But he activated first the cams in this 'sleeping' room for another stunning sexfilm. A new recording to pleasure friends watching Julians adventures since long. From the large love couch now they moved to that huge round bed in the fun room they'd been enjoying before. Still naked Sam was carried by Julian to this bed, tightly embraced, followed by giggling Matthew and Marco . Sam was tied with his hands above his head to the top of the large bed and two naked attackers gathered anxious around their victim. Julian asked them to start the first game and respect the word `stop' when Sam should ask for it. The first attack was to be the kissing game. Of course they knew kissing face, sack and prick and butt gave ultimate pleasure but those zones were excluded in the game. Try to remember where you loved to be kissed causing your prick to react, Julian told the boys. So Matthew started to try the area above that prick zone, while Marco discovered that Sam's tits got hard while getting kissed and sucked. Julian concluded the torture by kissing the frail neck under Sam's lovely backside hair, an action that gave himself the most good feeling too, it combined the smell of the hair in your nose and the feeling of the soft thin neck muscles. Sam was soon moaning and uttering little cries, while wigging fiercely after only short time being treated that way. It looked he didn't hold any longer, but instead of yelling the 'stop' word he cried to be sucked now. Which of course didn't happen. With his hands tied he wasn't able to help himself and it made him suffer longer getting hotter. After a short rest to calm Sam down, Julian advised the boys to find new spots where the feelings are particularly `good'. Like hidden back places and he showed them by kissing in Sam's ear, another of Julian's favorite target for his hungry tongue and nose. By pointing the kneehole and armpit the boys understood where to find next spots too. Sam started again all his pleasures songs and cries, but still never said the word! He was really a good sport, his prick stood stiff up, but no explosion besides the precum. Another cool off moment was announced and new instructions given. Julian ordered the boys to vary their targets, find new zones like toes, feet and fingers but stay at each spot no longer then 10 seconds, then travel with your tongue to another spot. And his prick, sack, glory hole and Sam's face and mouth could be included. A loud Rolling Stone number was to stimulate the boys not to be careful anymore! At the sign `Go!' Matthew and Marco turned loose. Their kisses were everywhere and nowhere. Sam screamed and struggled to avoid this attack, but the two little devils didn't stop. Matthew with his delicate little mouth prickled all his senses, Marco's kisses were fierce bites causing pain and pleasure. Julian kissed and licked the face and tears of the crying boy. Comforting little boys was his main hobby after all. Meanwhile he stroke the boys hair to keep that sexy greaser Julian was so very fond of. Now Sam used the word `stop' several times and only after short cooling down intervals the word `go' was said, causing Sam to struggle more and more. Little Matthew enjoyed the game finding new hot zones by asking Sam how this place felt. The only answer from the tortured boy was a louder cry. In the meantime, little rascal Matthew at this new exciting game with Sam, had realized some self-service to satisfy his joystick. He loved Sam since that morning so deeply. One hand to accompany his kisses, one hand to comfort his need following the kissing hot spots. Crying now Sam pleaded Julian to finish it. Since Julian always loves to fulfill little boys wishes, he told him to lay on his side and then ordered Matthew to start his best blowjob ever on his big friend and asked Marco to wiggle fingers deep inside Sam's funtunnel and massage his gland. Now Sam was in full speed ready to come, he and Julian kissed like never before and when he finally started to exploded he and Julian even kissed their tongues off! Matthew drank every drip of the lovejuice, while playing again another dry burst with his own prick. After all, your hands shouldn't stay idle in playing the lovegame. Marco couldn't help now putting his hot rod in Sam's prepared hole and got his joy in there while kissing Sam's neck and ears fiercely and playing with his hands in Sam's great hair, Julian was laying opposite the tortured boy and hold both him and Marco behind him in his arms, getting kisses from both now. While little Matthew was still sucking somewhere down between them near where it all happens. The little blond sissy devil now sucked Julian's lid since Sam was totally finished, after first trying to swallow both. Seeing Marco cumming in Sam's hole and two boys fighting to kiss in his mouth Julian couldn't help exploding himself once again in the tiny, but o so professional sucking lips and mouth of little blond Matthew. Only the sight of the blond angelic mop of hair down on his lid made him boil of lust. And that soft delicious wild swapping hair all over that place did the rest. Again the boys took a rest, especially Sam and Julian were worn out and didn't think of encores. Time for Julian to show another of his appearance on the screen. Now the boys saw a little 10 year old Julian and a quite smart friend, sitting in a school bench and dressed up in strict school uniform. Although with short shorts... The boys recognized the room: they were here in the same place. In the movie a teacher talked to the boys. Julian told them it was his tutor: his uncle and former owner of the shop. It seemed hot because the boys in the vid loosened their shirts. Little Julian even loosened his belt. He shifted to the little boy beside him while his hands disappeared in their shorts. The teacher and little friend though responded surprised and mad and `concluded' that little Julian had to be punished for it. He had to lower his shorts and soon was spanked by the teacher on his bottom. But the other boy took his ruler and joined happily the beating. Even Julian was laughing during this spanking. The happy end was of course the full treatment licking and filling the warm red bottom by the two. Full unbelief the boys asked if it did hurt, but Julian said he enjoyed it and suffered it, but it had made him real horny in the end. Anxious he looked around to see the boys reactions. Little Matthew already had start playing his toy again, but now Julian immediately told him he should be punished for that! The next play was born! Matthew looked frightened surprised, but the boys didn't hesitated one moment and slapped teasingly the little boy's bottom. It sounded gorgeous and Marco couldn't get enough of beating harder now the now redder small little buns. But Sam, in love with the little sissy stopped him to protect his mini lover and started the next phase: the licking and kissing the hole, trying to reach little Matthew tiny fresh gland with his tongue. The little boy was humping up and down, but hold still by Julian, no outburst allowed already. Once more Marco enjoyed some slapping, but it turned it in stroking all over the lower parts now, including massaging Matthew's prick. Matthew pleaded almost crying loud to stop, Julian knowing that the little boy was already on the verge ordered the boys to finish the job. He took the boy on his lap and his prick showed up brotherly between Matthew boys legs beside the little boys prick. With Matthew arms around his neck, his head firmly rested under his face. Julian kissed the boy on his top and his hands were shifting their dicks together between their legs. When Julian raised his legs to keep hold of little Matthew in his lap, Marco managed to shift his lid under it all in Julian's milking hole. Sam treated both Julian's and Matthew's lovepistols with wildest sucking. Of course Matthew enjoyed another good session (or two?). His little prick stayed stiff and Sam kept on sucking, hoping that Julian had some left too. Putting his own lovepistol again in Marco's well trained whole he managed suck and screw, all betwen Julians legs with Marco. It caused glorious moments for all three when Julian gave any sign of having some good solid drink for Sam. Julian couldn't believe his luck with this pose. He'd never seen such glorious screwing on any recording he'd watched since long. The result till now was three exhausted lovers all strengled up in Julians lap, kissing and sweating. And one being anxious what his fate was gonna be... Sex-every-moment-please boy Marco looked at Julian, somehow frightful, somehow expecting fun. Julian didn't want to keep the boy waiting any longer and started to tie his hands and feet. At least he won't be able to help himself during the next play was the reason. A hot hentai video was started with amazing boys having fun and to tease Marco even more, Julian told the other two boys to make love on Marco as wild as they could, using all the tricks they'd learned lately. Since little blond sissy boy Matthew and hot little stud Sam were in love as little boys can be in love �totally- they didn't waste time to go for it, being on top of Marco now. In short time they showed all ways to please each other, from 69 to butt fucking and fingering, sucking and kissing. With their loving making sounds and the video screaming it was complete. The sight of the two all over him made Marco steamy hot (again). When Sam managed to throw his legs behind his neck, he invited Matthew come in his arms and to penetrate him. With the help of Julian Marco's rod was also placed in Sam eager hole above it together with little Matthew's! Julian embraced the three sexmachines, while also his lid fought its way between some legs. When Matthew finished one of his cummings in Sam, Julian's lid immediately filled the empty hole of Matthew to enjoy also the sexy boys in his arms. Marco still worked all his lust out in Sam's hole, above him Julian screwed little screaming Matthew filled with Julians awakened lust tool. And with Marco on one end of the couple wildly screwing Sam, Julian, standing behind this all did the same in his beloved sissy boy Matthew above it all. Biting, licking his tiny frail neck and smelling the love perfume of the boy's hair. Marco screamed even louder than the hentai boys in the vid when his load was exploding. It was even a little wet this time. When he noticed his first little wet cumming Julian praised him and with Sam and Matthew they started to lick the first sperm harvest of their little hot friend. Matthew wanted to drink too, but decided to milk his friend Sam in the meantime. He was rewarded with another (little..) hot drink. All the exhausted boys now rested, kissing and stroking while the video still showed the hentai boys in even more dangerous games with leather, dildo's and chains. The rest of the day was filled with more video watching, but more Disney and Harry Potter like, playing xbox and other games and ordening MacDonald meals. The uberboy bringing the meals looked surprised seeing half naked little hot rascals. They could have drawn him in, he surely had loved it but.. Exhausted as they all were he might have a better chance next Suday? Eating it all and watching their afternoon adventure on tape they touched each other again now and then. Sometimes one of the boys couldn't help cumming once more, but the wild party was finished. In the end Julian fixed all the three boys back to normal, with special attention for their hair as usual, and paid them each a considerable amount. Not for the grass mowing but as fee for their being actors in the hottest boymovie ever. The money wouldn't worry their parents, since they had told to help gardening for a little extra pocket money. Well, a few paradise secret gardens had been taken care for indeed. End of story 5. Will the barberboyzzclub find new members and are there still more ways to do it? Please send idea's to [email protected] Also if you're hooked on boyshair as me.
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Tue, 23 Jul 2019 14:21:29 +0200 From: kuifje23 coif <[email protected]> Subject: barber boyz club of Kickbarber part 5 Barber Boyz Club Part 5: tutoring long pleasure games. By: Kick Barber (M/b/b/b sm/hair) ============================/=============================================== Legal things are a personal matter. Respect the copyright and this is for 16+ only. =========================================================================== Barberboyzzclub part 5 In part 4 it was the first day that Julian, the new young stunning barber in town, enjoyed all three together of his newly conquered little lovers introducing them to group sex.. It happened fast and penetrating within a short time that morning. A long afternon was to follow yet. When they rested for a while Julian remembered how he had conquered the boys. He had won the love of the boys without any pressure, he just saw their needs, desires and opened the right doors. in his case the back door now for his three little prize winners. Once as a young boy he would never forget his strange feelings he couldn't place, when he was with older smart, stunning boys. Since he was introduced by his uncle what to do with that feelings he had a glamorous fulfilling sex life with many happy encounters from that young age on. He wanted the boys to have the same joyous child and teenhood. After seeing other little boys struggling the same feelings he found this as purpose for life! Sharing and tutoring little boys like he was tutored for his own awakening, was now his aim to free little gay boys from pent up feelings of unknown abilities and joy. On that day that game started from the doorstep. After the usual first quick bursts of sperm enthusiasm this day -like also all the days before-, the boys now were ready to experience real fun doing it with four together. Like all little boys, who enjoyed their first sexual activities, they only knew and wanted it one way: quickly and often. And then, after the initial short period of shame following each dry our wet ejaculation -so typical for little beginners - they want to counter that feeling with even more lust activities by doing it again and again. This was of course for older Julian not the way to spend the whole day having them visiting. He planned to teach the boys doing it different: more intense and longer joy for each outburst. The three little naked bodies now were resting close together, recurring from their first results. Our grease looking 13 year old Sam strangled with his new love, little 9 year old blond sissyboy Matthew. For the first time his desire to cuddle and more with a sweet little boy had become real with so sexy little Matthew. Marco, 11 year, 9 year looking, Justin Bieber look alike and sex addict, since Julian made him free to express his oversexed macho mind. Marco also was already trying to start a new love play with this tutorstud Julian. Julian knew this boy could come and come endlessly with his dry bursts. But only in a simple way: up and down wherever in and hopla.. This day he could learn new tricks to become a better lover. When the boys came alive again Julian showed them a vid, in which he played a key role. It was made during early school years and showed a very young pretty Julian being treated by several, the most hottest looking twinks. He was tied up like being unwillingly abused. The twinks though did all they could to steam up their victim to get him hornyer and willingly by treating all hot spots on his body. Of course all our three boys had already now that feelings too after seeing their friend in the vid showing top pleasure being treated that way. Julian told them that a lot of extreme sex fun could be enjoyed in making your friend hotter and hotter without too quick outbursts. He proposed the boys to play next that same role: being stimulate all over, while extending the heating up by delaying cumming. Each boy had to take a turn to experiment this feelings. They were allowed to use the word `stop' to help them prolong time before their final cumming. It was Sam as oldest and most experienced who wanted to be the new Julian. After all, he had had many years of sex history since his sixth birthday. His 13 year old brother then consumed his little toy brother almost daily. Not to mention his brothers friends taking him in turns also. Now being 13 himself he loved to play that role with a small toy boys himself. In this situation created by Julian and with his little friends he was happy to be able to be himself. After all the frustration of his classmates, calling him `homo', when he performed his role of funny entertainer, made him shy to act out like he would. The word `homo' was used for every action of him but it had caused his eager to go for being gay and doing it when possible. Now was that chance to be that homo in every minute and every cell off his body. To walk like a dancer, to say words high pitched, to act seducing and to touch others. To become a stud wanted by many other stunning studs he knew from sites his brother showed him. Julian decided to send the boys up to the bigbedfun room now. But he activated first the cams in this 'sleeping' room for another stunning sexfilm. A new recording to pleasure friends watching Julians adventures since long. From the large love couch now they moved to that huge round bed in the fun room they'd been enjoying before. Still naked Sam was carried by Julian to this bed, tightly embraced, followed by giggling Matthew and Marco . Sam was tied with his hands above his head to the top of the large bed and two naked attackers gathered anxious around their victim. Julian asked them to start the first game and respect the word `stop' when Sam should ask for it. The first attack was to be the kissing game. Of course they knew kissing face, sack and prick and butt gave ultimate pleasure but those zones were excluded in the game. Try to remember where you loved to be kissed causing your prick to react, Julian told the boys. So Matthew started to try the area above that prick zone, while Marco discovered that Sam's tits got hard while getting kissed and sucked. Julian concluded the torture by kissing the frail neck under Sam's lovely backside hair, an action that gave himself the most good feeling too, it combined the smell of the hair in your nose and the feeling of the soft thin neck muscles. Sam was soon moaning and uttering little cries, while wigging fiercely after only short time being treated that way. It looked he didn't hold any longer, but instead of yelling the 'stop' word he cried to be sucked now. Which of course didn't happen. With his hands tied he wasn't able to help himself and it made him suffer longer getting hotter. After a short rest to calm Sam down, Julian advised the boys to find new spots where the feelings are particularly `good'. Like hidden back places and he showed them by kissing in Sam's ear, another of Julian's favorite target for his hungry tongue and nose. By pointing the kneehole and armpit the boys understood where to find next spots too. Sam started again all his pleasures songs and cries, but still never said the word! He was really a good sport, his prick stood stiff up, but no explosion besides the precum. Another cool off moment was announced and new instructions given. Julian ordered the boys to vary their targets, find new zones like toes, feet and fingers but stay at each spot no longer then 10 seconds, then travel with your tongue to another spot. And his prick, sack, glory hole and Sam's face and mouth could be included. A loud Rolling Stone number was to stimulate the boys not to be careful anymore! At the sign `Go!' Matthew and Marco turned loose. Their kisses were everywhere and nowhere. Sam screamed and struggled to avoid this attack, but the two little devils didn't stop. Matthew with his delicate little mouth prickled all his senses, Marco's kisses were fierce bites causing pain and pleasure. Julian kissed and licked the face and tears of the crying boy. Comforting little boys was his main hobby after all. Meanwhile he stroke the boys hair to keep that sexy greaser Julian was so very fond of. Now Sam used the word `stop' several times and only after short cooling down intervals the word `go' was said, causing Sam to struggle more and more. Little Matthew enjoyed the game finding new hot zones by asking Sam how this place felt. The only answer from the tortured boy was a louder cry. In the meantime, little rascal Matthew at this new exciting game with Sam, had realized some self-service to satisfy his joystick. He loved Sam since that morning so deeply. One hand to accompany his kisses, one hand to comfort his need following the kissing hot spots. Crying now Sam pleaded Julian to finish it. Since Julian always loves to fulfill little boys wishes, he told him to lay on his side and then ordered Matthew to start his best blowjob ever on his big friend and asked Marco to wiggle fingers deep inside Sam's funtunnel and massage his gland. Now Sam was in full speed ready to come, he and Julian kissed like never before and when he finally started to exploded he and Julian even kissed their tongues off! Matthew drank every drip of the lovejuice, while playing again another dry burst with his own prick. After all, your hands shouldn't stay idle in playing the lovegame. Marco couldn't help now putting his hot rod in Sam's prepared hole and got his joy in there while kissing Sam's neck and ears fiercely and playing with his hands in Sam's great hair, Julian was laying opposite the tortured boy and hold both him and Marco behind him in his arms, getting kisses from both now. While little Matthew was still sucking somewhere down between them near where it all happens. The little blond sissy devil now sucked Julian's lid since Sam was totally finished, after first trying to swallow both. Seeing Marco cumming in Sam's hole and two boys fighting to kiss in his mouth Julian couldn't help exploding himself once again in the tiny, but o so professional sucking lips and mouth of little blond Matthew. Only the sight of the blond angelic mop of hair down on his lid made him boil of lust. And that soft delicious wild swapping hair all over that place did the rest. Again the boys took a rest, especially Sam and Julian were worn out and didn't think of encores. Time for Julian to show another of his appearance on the screen. Now the boys saw a little 10 year old Julian and a quite smart friend, sitting in a school bench and dressed up in strict school uniform. Although with short shorts... The boys recognized the room: they were here in the same place. In the movie a teacher talked to the boys. Julian told them it was his tutor: his uncle and former owner of the shop. It seemed hot because the boys in the vid loosened their shirts. Little Julian even loosened his belt. He shifted to the little boy beside him while his hands disappeared in their shorts. The teacher and little friend though responded surprised and mad and `concluded' that little Julian had to be punished for it. He had to lower his shorts and soon was spanked by the teacher on his bottom. But the other boy took his ruler and joined happily the beating. Even Julian was laughing during this spanking. The happy end was of course the full treatment licking and filling the warm red bottom by the two. Full unbelief the boys asked if it did hurt, but Julian said he enjoyed it and suffered it, but it had made him real horny in the end. Anxious he looked around to see the boys reactions. Little Matthew already had start playing his toy again, but now Julian immediately told him he should be punished for that! The next play was born! Matthew looked frightened surprised, but the boys didn't hesitated one moment and slapped teasingly the little boy's bottom. It sounded gorgeous and Marco couldn't get enough of beating harder now the now redder small little buns. But Sam, in love with the little sissy stopped him to protect his mini lover and started the next phase: the licking and kissing the hole, trying to reach little Matthew tiny fresh gland with his tongue. The little boy was humping up and down, but hold still by Julian, no outburst allowed already. Once more Marco enjoyed some slapping, but it turned it in stroking all over the lower parts now, including massaging Matthew's prick. Matthew pleaded almost crying loud to stop, Julian knowing that the little boy was already on the verge ordered the boys to finish the job. He took the boy on his lap and his prick showed up brotherly between Matthew boys legs beside the little boys prick. With Matthew arms around his neck, his head firmly rested under his face. Julian kissed the boy on his top and his hands were shifting their dicks together between their legs. When Julian raised his legs to keep hold of little Matthew in his lap, Marco managed to shift his lid under it all in Julian's milking hole. Sam treated both Julian's and Matthew's lovepistols with wildest sucking. Of course Matthew enjoyed another good session (or two?). His little prick stayed stiff and Sam kept on sucking, hoping that Julian had some left too. Putting his own lovepistol again in Marco's well trained whole he managed suck and screw, all betwen Julians legs with Marco. It caused glorious moments for all three when Julian gave any sign of having some good solid drink for Sam. Julian couldn't believe his luck with this pose. He'd never seen such glorious screwing on any recording he'd watched since long. The result till now was three exhausted lovers all strengled up in Julians lap, kissing and sweating. And one being anxious what his fate was gonna be... Sex-every-moment-please boy Marco looked at Julian, somehow frightful, somehow expecting fun. Julian didn't want to keep the boy waiting any longer and started to tie his hands and feet. At least he won't be able to help himself during the next play was the reason. A hot hentai video was started with amazing boys having fun and to tease Marco even more, Julian told the other two boys to make love on Marco as wild as they could, using all the tricks they'd learned lately. Since little blond sissy boy Matthew and hot little stud Sam were in love as little boys can be in love �totally- they didn't waste time to go for it, being on top of Marco now. In short time they showed all ways to please each other, from 69 to butt fucking and fingering, sucking and kissing. With their loving making sounds and the video screaming it was complete. The sight of the two all over him made Marco steamy hot (again). When Sam managed to throw his legs behind his neck, he invited Matthew come in his arms and to penetrate him. With the help of Julian Marco's rod was also placed in Sam eager hole above it together with little Matthew's! Julian embraced the three sexmachines, while also his lid fought its way between some legs. When Matthew finished one of his cummings in Sam, Julian's lid immediately filled the empty hole of Matthew to enjoy also the sexy boys in his arms. Marco still worked all his lust out in Sam's hole, above him Julian screwed little screaming Matthew filled with Julians awakened lust tool. And with Marco on one end of the couple wildly screwing Sam, Julian, standing behind this all did the same in his beloved sissy boy Matthew above it all. Biting, licking his tiny frail neck and smelling the love perfume of the boy's hair. Marco screamed even louder than the hentai boys in the vid when his load was exploding. It was even a little wet this time. When he noticed his first little wet cumming Julian praised him and with Sam and Matthew they started to lick the first sperm harvest of their little hot friend. Matthew wanted to drink too, but decided to milk his friend Sam in the meantime. He was rewarded with another (little..) hot drink. All the exhausted boys now rested, kissing and stroking while the video still showed the hentai boys in even more dangerous games with leather, dildo's and chains. The rest of the day was filled with more video watching, but more Disney and Harry Potter like, playing xbox and other games and ordening MacDonald meals. The uberboy bringing the meals looked surprised seeing half naked little hot rascals. They could have drawn him in, he surely had loved it but.. Exhausted as they all were he might have a better chance next Suday? Eating it all and watching their afternoon adventure on tape they touched each other again now and then. Sometimes one of the boys couldn't help cumming once more, but the wild party was finished. In the end Julian fixed all the three boys back to normal, with special attention for their hair as usual, and paid them each a considerable amount. Not for the grass mowing but as fee for their being actors in the hottest boymovie ever. The money wouldn't worry their parents, since they had told to help gardening for a little extra pocket money. Well, a few paradise secret gardens had been taken care for indeed. End of story 5. Will the barberboyzzclub find new members and are there still more ways to do it? Please send idea's to [email protected] Also if you're hooked on boyshair as me. </[email protected]> </div></div>
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Date: Tue, 23 Jul 2019 12:59:18 +0200 From: kuifje23 coif Subject: part 4 boyshair stories by kickbarber Barber Boyz Club Part 4: Three extreme hotties By: Kick Barber (M/b/b/b hair) ============================/=============================================== Legal things are a personal matter. Respect the copyright and this is for 16+ only. =========================================================================== As all stories in this series: it's imagination, fantasy and fiction. =========================================================================== The sissy-boy, the oversexed-boy and the whore-boy, Julian remembered the three conquests during his first weeks as the new barber in the little town. The barber shop was owned by his uncle and Julian learned there as a kid barber tricks and more. Now he was the proud owner, continuing the work of his uncle, including that different hobby. Many boys and men came to his shop since Julian wasn't only extreme good looking, but also charming for everyone. If a boy had a little gay feeling somewhere, they immediately fell for this smart looking blond stud. His three new young friends enjoyed his hospitality and his teaching the real stuff. Often at school with friends of their age they felt abandoned since their feelings were so different. Talking and boasting about girls, dirty girl websites wasn't their thing. In silence they had hoped that once their prince would come to teach them the love between boys. The new barber was that prince: extreme hot looking and willing to teach the boys all the tricks of making love. Their life was now one feast which didn't seem to end. If they only knew what their tutor had in mind to let them enjoy all the goodies of boy love. Julian had taught his three special boys to visit him after shop hours and enter through the back door with an own key. They should get themselves installed in one of the special rooms and enjoy all the game stuff and see -naughty boy- video's. Those vids were shown in order to learn all the tricks and to get them steamed up in advance. When their stud hero finished the shop he was ready to devote himself to spoil his little lovers who couldn't wait to copy deeds from that video.. Since each of the boys had a special day, they never met each other yet and that was the next play Julian had in mind: three ultimate hot little beauties doing it together and with him! Three little hot beauties finding pleasure in each other and competing in satisfying Julians wildest dreams! To invite the boys for a whole Sunday, he asked the boys to ask their parents' permission to help gardening in his garden. (which in fact was perfectly done by a handsome gardener before...) But he told all three boys to be part in a photo shoot, special to make new posters. To promote barbershops for boys with great hair, like his shop! It was the best excuse to get them all three dressed up smart and hot. But he also had mentioned that more fun with four of them together would fill the rest of the day. He was sure that they came steamed up probably as well, because he also asked the boys to look sharp as possible, as if he only wanted just one boy for that photo-shoot! He couldn't have invented a more competitive combat to tickle the boys to dress themselves very seductive. It was all in his plan to start a barberboyzz club: A club of smart looking little hot gay feeling boys, all keen on looking sharp, great hair and very hungry for sex. It was -9 year looking...- 12 year old `sex- every-possible-moment' Marco who entered too early. He'd made sure to wear tight jeans with torn bits to look irresistible, a well known dress code he'd seen in Julian's dream boy magazines and video's. Since he was `spoiled' by Julian he had become fully aware of his special needs and also his attractive looks that made certain man and also other boys gaze at him. He showed proudly his slender, solid torso, firm in a tight T-shirt. But looking casual, all of it was new! After a hot welcome kiss �during a few minutes- he draped himself on the couch, on the first floor, the love nest where all their hidden games had taken place. It was clear that he was ready to enjoy all that lust games with the other hot little friends which Julian had promised to last all day long. Julian took his camera to start the purpose of that day: hot pics for lonely evenings and men. Marco was happy to show his pretty face and hairstyles fixed by Julian for all the headshots. Not long after that the two other boys, almost simultaneously entered. Whory 13 year old Sam firmly guiding little 9 year old blond sissy-boy Matthew, he'd met on the doorstep. He was lovingly touching the little boy: it looked like he had felt in love already and couldn't wait to rape him. Since his brother played with him since his 6th year, now at his 13th he had also for long desired to have a small girly boy to cuddle and love. He never succeeded in tempting little boys from lower grades, but now this little boy threw himself in his arms at the first touch. He had also experienced that there was more to enjoy after cuddling since he'd met Julian. Ignorant little Matthew loved to be cuddled all his life. He discovered that with his girly looks he attracted many persons to touch all over him. Of course not his classmates, but some good looking studs and some teachers were his best friends, especially when they were alone. It was Julian who made him aware that after all the tender touching a whole new world was to discover, a world he experienced as little boy in wonderland. Ignorant, na�f and passively he loved to have all those delicious things happening to him. When the boys came upstairs they saw Marco already being photographed in more than seductive postures. Still locked together the two quickly joined on that couch to showed their best similar tempting postures. Of course Julian couldn't believe his luck, he welcome kissed his little faithful friends and then introduced them to each other, calling them with sexy surnames `Matthew blond delicious', `Sam up and down' and `Marco always hot'. Combed in tempting styles by Julian the next headshots were taken. Sam didn't hesitate to have pictures taken kissing his new little friend Matthew, who also forced his tongue in Sam, as he had learned from Julian. He giggled and made a deep sigh feeling lucky as never before with this new friend. He was in love, as was Sam, for sure! Those pics weren't really suitable for hairdresser posters, but there were sites... Three little hot looking boys, photographed as the most handsome little studs in the world. Not only Julian got hotter and hotter, even his camera must have got damp of that hot atmosphere, working like mad to catch all that great sights. Matthew was dressed as usual in a soft, silky like short and shirt. It was pretending to look like a football outfit, but being slightly too small for the frail boy it was showing all the treasures under it and the outfit gleamed like a princess wardrobe set... His new friend, the eldest of the three, whore boy Sam, had decided to come in leather pants and jack, he loved to look like the grease actors and made himself a wonderful greaser daily! Since his father was a bike fan he had also several leather outfits to choose from, of which he had took the most tight one for this occasion...he had made sure his prick was to be seen through it. All three boys knew that it wasn't only their hair Julian was interested for the pictures he was taking. They managed to show themselves more and more sexy like they'd seen on video's before, to win that competition: the just one photo boy! Even turning their hips, licking their lips, and eventually some stripping was now part of their performance. The photo shoot following must have been price winners for sure! Julian asked the boys to make themselves even prettier by combing their hair for his so-called barbershop poster project! And change styles as well as much as they could produce. He needed badly some time to cool off. Standing before the mirrors the boys extended their already hot looks by overdoing their hair styles. Sam produced his greaser all over his forehead with the ever present gel, Matthew made angelic curls to the front look as a ancient Greek, covering almost all of his face. Marco, slightly curled sturdy hair to the front made a good Justin Bieber look. Seeing the boys making themselves pretty in different ways was almost more than Julian could bear, but he didn't stop getting as many pics and videos of his gorgeous triple. The next move to get the boys close together was to ask Sam to comb Marco the way he preferred Marco to look like. Since Sam intended to become a barber too, he was happy to show his skills. Being educated by Julian meant though that he also used his hands to touch all other good feeling spots of his victim. A victim that enjoyed very well being treated like that and didn't hesitated to answer with the same actions. Blond little Matthew was feeling somehow neglected now and took his chance to creep on Julian's lap, got himself all wrapped up in his friend, while inspecting the state of his rod. Julian didn't mind this attack on his love pistol and also enjoyed seeing Sam working all over Marco noticing how the two boys got closer and hotter. They started enjoying each other like he taught them to enjoy each other before. Little sissy-boy Matthew in his lap was ready for more action: he took his shirt off, moved his magic fingers in Julian's pants and started softly to massage his big friend's rod. Inviting, begging Julian to play with his toy also now. It was the end of the photo session, while Julian needed his hands to reward his little lover with the wished treatment, soon followed by hot kissing. When the two other boys saw Matthew starting to have sex with their big friend, they couldn't resist to do the same with each other. With their swollen lids pointing out in their pants they started touching each other and gradually squeezed their toys more violently. As proper boys it rose their curiosity: how big is the other boy's lid? It was Sam, straight to fulfill needs without hesitation, who now unbelted his new friend's pants and grabbed inside, lowering the pants and undee. Of course Marco didn't hesitate to do the same with Sam, excited by the chance to have sex soon with this new hot friend. He was surprised to discover that Sam didn't wear briefs, but had his lid bare in the smooth leather. Since Sam was the only one of the three that produced semen, precum was leaking all over. When Marco smelled that precum, combined with smell of leather, Marco became extreme horny. He immediately started licking Sam's boyish lollipop. Sam, slightly surprised and overwhelmed sank down on the coach to let Marco explore all over his sex paradise area while stroking and pulling the boy's hair from excitement. The sight of the half-naked hot almost exploding Sam was a reason for Julian and Matthew to take part in spoiling him too. They took his pants down which were still tight fit around the beautiful boy's legs, legs begging to be kissed by two mouths and to be licked their way up. The trembling boy now had four more hands working all over his body. When the two other boys both kissed Sam's swollen lollipop, Julian gave the boy full treatment of hot kisses. And in all that hot playing they all managed ending up on the one couch with their shirts taken off. Julian also took the last pants down to stimulate three naked beautiful little boys to experience their first group sex adventure. Sam enjoyed the treatment very much, he was getting ready now for a good screw, and his wish was to screw that little blond Matthew. Since he set eye on the sissy beauty the first time he saw the little boy in the barbershop and now on the doorstep he had dreamed about it. He took the boy in his arms and whispered his wish in his ear.. Matthew didn't hesitate and turned around to give Sam entrance to his glory hole. Sam didn't waste time and with the help of grease-gel, always on hand, he soon prepared the boy's cunt to receive a new visitor. The little boy's hole had been very well prepared before by Julian. Who, by the way, never had a big thing, but a suitable deflower measure for little boys. Marco looked like deserted to Julian, thinking what his next hot action could be... Julian remembered that Marco liked to come always fast and often. Seeing Sam's butt dancing in the air, it was clear another hole was to be filled. While taking a rest pounding screaming Matthew, Sam felt his but attacked now by Marco's lid. As a professional whore already he spread his legs to comfort the invasion, gladly responded by Marco who bumped in the newly deflowered funtunnel. To be a sandwich in between must feel the best Sam had soon concluded. Now Julian had to guide the three inexperienced boys in keeping to stay together while screwing simultaneously their new invented play. It worked best on the loud beat of his favorite rolling stones rock. The boys joined the choir yelling along their hot feelings, with Sam in the lead song. That sandwich position felt the best he'd ever had in his sex life. Since he was the only boy of the three able to produce sperm, it didn't take long to see the boy having his first seed boiling up. With Marco still massaging his gland he shot many young fresh cum in and all over and poor little Matthew, who almost suffocated under the pressure of the two wild pounding bodies above him. Like all young boys, he and the two hotties didn't waste time to have their first burst quickly, they were able to start soon a second, third and more encores! So Matthew and his intruders now came to a rest after their first wet and dry cums had taken place. Time for Julian to have his turn they concluded. The three little beauties cuddled Julian and his lid was now handled by small fingers of six hands. Soon little hot mouths were seeking the precum, waiting for the big load they'd learned to appreciate recently. Raising his legs to his shoulder Julian offered the boys to vary their actions. Sam showed the boys how to entertain and prepare bottoms with your tongue and decided Matthew to have access since he hadn't been `in it yet'! He gently helped the boys very little prick in the now smooth hole, while he was sucking Julian too. Marco started kissing his great friend fiercely, while raging his hands through his masters hair. So Julian had all that great little hot angels all over him at any angle steaming him up. Although Matthews little prick did got to his gland, the action of the boy doing all he can in his bottom gave a great feeling. He managed to keep his sperm waiting longer, but the pleasure was extreme when it finally came. All three boys took part in drinking their friend's greatest sperm fountain since long. Kissing with their mouth still full that juice ended their first session that day, the beginning of a much more to come long day. They finally took some rest together, Matthew complete strangled in Sam as the ultimate love couple, Marco cuddled in Julian, trying to raise his rod for seconds and thirds. Barberboyzzclub was born! Any ideas? Let me know! [email protected]
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Tue, 23 Jul 2019 12:59:18 +0200 From: kuifje23 coif <[email protected]> Subject: part 4 boyshair stories by kickbarber Barber Boyz Club Part 4: Three extreme hotties By: Kick Barber (M/b/b/b hair) ============================/=============================================== Legal things are a personal matter. Respect the copyright and this is for 16+ only. =========================================================================== As all stories in this series: it's imagination, fantasy and fiction. =========================================================================== The sissy-boy, the oversexed-boy and the whore-boy, Julian remembered the three conquests during his first weeks as the new barber in the little town. The barber shop was owned by his uncle and Julian learned there as a kid barber tricks and more. Now he was the proud owner, continuing the work of his uncle, including that different hobby. Many boys and men came to his shop since Julian wasn't only extreme good looking, but also charming for everyone. If a boy had a little gay feeling somewhere, they immediately fell for this smart looking blond stud. His three new young friends enjoyed his hospitality and his teaching the real stuff. Often at school with friends of their age they felt abandoned since their feelings were so different. Talking and boasting about girls, dirty girl websites wasn't their thing. In silence they had hoped that once their prince would come to teach them the love between boys. The new barber was that prince: extreme hot looking and willing to teach the boys all the tricks of making love. Their life was now one feast which didn't seem to end. If they only knew what their tutor had in mind to let them enjoy all the goodies of boy love. Julian had taught his three special boys to visit him after shop hours and enter through the back door with an own key. They should get themselves installed in one of the special rooms and enjoy all the game stuff and see -naughty boy- video's. Those vids were shown in order to learn all the tricks and to get them steamed up in advance. When their stud hero finished the shop he was ready to devote himself to spoil his little lovers who couldn't wait to copy deeds from that video.. Since each of the boys had a special day, they never met each other yet and that was the next play Julian had in mind: three ultimate hot little beauties doing it together and with him! Three little hot beauties finding pleasure in each other and competing in satisfying Julians wildest dreams! To invite the boys for a whole Sunday, he asked the boys to ask their parents' permission to help gardening in his garden. (which in fact was perfectly done by a handsome gardener before...) But he told all three boys to be part in a photo shoot, special to make new posters. To promote barbershops for boys with great hair, like his shop! It was the best excuse to get them all three dressed up smart and hot. But he also had mentioned that more fun with four of them together would fill the rest of the day. He was sure that they came steamed up probably as well, because he also asked the boys to look sharp as possible, as if he only wanted just one boy for that photo-shoot! He couldn't have invented a more competitive combat to tickle the boys to dress themselves very seductive. It was all in his plan to start a barberboyzz club: A club of smart looking little hot gay feeling boys, all keen on looking sharp, great hair and very hungry for sex. It was -9 year looking...- 12 year old `sex- every-possible-moment' Marco who entered too early. He'd made sure to wear tight jeans with torn bits to look irresistible, a well known dress code he'd seen in Julian's dream boy magazines and video's. Since he was `spoiled' by Julian he had become fully aware of his special needs and also his attractive looks that made certain man and also other boys gaze at him. He showed proudly his slender, solid torso, firm in a tight T-shirt. But looking casual, all of it was new! After a hot welcome kiss �during a few minutes- he draped himself on the couch, on the first floor, the love nest where all their hidden games had taken place. It was clear that he was ready to enjoy all that lust games with the other hot little friends which Julian had promised to last all day long. Julian took his camera to start the purpose of that day: hot pics for lonely evenings and men. Marco was happy to show his pretty face and hairstyles fixed by Julian for all the headshots. Not long after that the two other boys, almost simultaneously entered. Whory 13 year old Sam firmly guiding little 9 year old blond sissy-boy Matthew, he'd met on the doorstep. He was lovingly touching the little boy: it looked like he had felt in love already and couldn't wait to rape him. Since his brother played with him since his 6th year, now at his 13th he had also for long desired to have a small girly boy to cuddle and love. He never succeeded in tempting little boys from lower grades, but now this little boy threw himself in his arms at the first touch. He had also experienced that there was more to enjoy after cuddling since he'd met Julian. Ignorant little Matthew loved to be cuddled all his life. He discovered that with his girly looks he attracted many persons to touch all over him. Of course not his classmates, but some good looking studs and some teachers were his best friends, especially when they were alone. It was Julian who made him aware that after all the tender touching a whole new world was to discover, a world he experienced as little boy in wonderland. Ignorant, na�f and passively he loved to have all those delicious things happening to him. When the boys came upstairs they saw Marco already being photographed in more than seductive postures. Still locked together the two quickly joined on that couch to showed their best similar tempting postures. Of course Julian couldn't believe his luck, he welcome kissed his little faithful friends and then introduced them to each other, calling them with sexy surnames `Matthew blond delicious', `Sam up and down' and `Marco always hot'. Combed in tempting styles by Julian the next headshots were taken. Sam didn't hesitate to have pictures taken kissing his new little friend Matthew, who also forced his tongue in Sam, as he had learned from Julian. He giggled and made a deep sigh feeling lucky as never before with this new friend. He was in love, as was Sam, for sure! Those pics weren't really suitable for hairdresser posters, but there were sites... Three little hot looking boys, photographed as the most handsome little studs in the world. Not only Julian got hotter and hotter, even his camera must have got damp of that hot atmosphere, working like mad to catch all that great sights. Matthew was dressed as usual in a soft, silky like short and shirt. It was pretending to look like a football outfit, but being slightly too small for the frail boy it was showing all the treasures under it and the outfit gleamed like a princess wardrobe set... His new friend, the eldest of the three, whore boy Sam, had decided to come in leather pants and jack, he loved to look like the grease actors and made himself a wonderful greaser daily! Since his father was a bike fan he had also several leather outfits to choose from, of which he had took the most tight one for this occasion...he had made sure his prick was to be seen through it. All three boys knew that it wasn't only their hair Julian was interested for the pictures he was taking. They managed to show themselves more and more sexy like they'd seen on video's before, to win that competition: the just one photo boy! Even turning their hips, licking their lips, and eventually some stripping was now part of their performance. The photo shoot following must have been price winners for sure! Julian asked the boys to make themselves even prettier by combing their hair for his so-called barbershop poster project! And change styles as well as much as they could produce. He needed badly some time to cool off. Standing before the mirrors the boys extended their already hot looks by overdoing their hair styles. Sam produced his greaser all over his forehead with the ever present gel, Matthew made angelic curls to the front look as a ancient Greek, covering almost all of his face. Marco, slightly curled sturdy hair to the front made a good Justin Bieber look. Seeing the boys making themselves pretty in different ways was almost more than Julian could bear, but he didn't stop getting as many pics and videos of his gorgeous triple. The next move to get the boys close together was to ask Sam to comb Marco the way he preferred Marco to look like. Since Sam intended to become a barber too, he was happy to show his skills. Being educated by Julian meant though that he also used his hands to touch all other good feeling spots of his victim. A victim that enjoyed very well being treated like that and didn't hesitated to answer with the same actions. Blond little Matthew was feeling somehow neglected now and took his chance to creep on Julian's lap, got himself all wrapped up in his friend, while inspecting the state of his rod. Julian didn't mind this attack on his love pistol and also enjoyed seeing Sam working all over Marco noticing how the two boys got closer and hotter. They started enjoying each other like he taught them to enjoy each other before. Little sissy-boy Matthew in his lap was ready for more action: he took his shirt off, moved his magic fingers in Julian's pants and started softly to massage his big friend's rod. Inviting, begging Julian to play with his toy also now. It was the end of the photo session, while Julian needed his hands to reward his little lover with the wished treatment, soon followed by hot kissing. When the two other boys saw Matthew starting to have sex with their big friend, they couldn't resist to do the same with each other. With their swollen lids pointing out in their pants they started touching each other and gradually squeezed their toys more violently. As proper boys it rose their curiosity: how big is the other boy's lid? It was Sam, straight to fulfill needs without hesitation, who now unbelted his new friend's pants and grabbed inside, lowering the pants and undee. Of course Marco didn't hesitate to do the same with Sam, excited by the chance to have sex soon with this new hot friend. He was surprised to discover that Sam didn't wear briefs, but had his lid bare in the smooth leather. Since Sam was the only one of the three that produced semen, precum was leaking all over. When Marco smelled that precum, combined with smell of leather, Marco became extreme horny. He immediately started licking Sam's boyish lollipop. Sam, slightly surprised and overwhelmed sank down on the coach to let Marco explore all over his sex paradise area while stroking and pulling the boy's hair from excitement. The sight of the half-naked hot almost exploding Sam was a reason for Julian and Matthew to take part in spoiling him too. They took his pants down which were still tight fit around the beautiful boy's legs, legs begging to be kissed by two mouths and to be licked their way up. The trembling boy now had four more hands working all over his body. When the two other boys both kissed Sam's swollen lollipop, Julian gave the boy full treatment of hot kisses. And in all that hot playing they all managed ending up on the one couch with their shirts taken off. Julian also took the last pants down to stimulate three naked beautiful little boys to experience their first group sex adventure. Sam enjoyed the treatment very much, he was getting ready now for a good screw, and his wish was to screw that little blond Matthew. Since he set eye on the sissy beauty the first time he saw the little boy in the barbershop and now on the doorstep he had dreamed about it. He took the boy in his arms and whispered his wish in his ear.. Matthew didn't hesitate and turned around to give Sam entrance to his glory hole. Sam didn't waste time and with the help of grease-gel, always on hand, he soon prepared the boy's cunt to receive a new visitor. The little boy's hole had been very well prepared before by Julian. Who, by the way, never had a big thing, but a suitable deflower measure for little boys. Marco looked like deserted to Julian, thinking what his next hot action could be... Julian remembered that Marco liked to come always fast and often. Seeing Sam's butt dancing in the air, it was clear another hole was to be filled. While taking a rest pounding screaming Matthew, Sam felt his but attacked now by Marco's lid. As a professional whore already he spread his legs to comfort the invasion, gladly responded by Marco who bumped in the newly deflowered funtunnel. To be a sandwich in between must feel the best Sam had soon concluded. Now Julian had to guide the three inexperienced boys in keeping to stay together while screwing simultaneously their new invented play. It worked best on the loud beat of his favorite rolling stones rock. The boys joined the choir yelling along their hot feelings, with Sam in the lead song. That sandwich position felt the best he'd ever had in his sex life. Since he was the only boy of the three able to produce sperm, it didn't take long to see the boy having his first seed boiling up. With Marco still massaging his gland he shot many young fresh cum in and all over and poor little Matthew, who almost suffocated under the pressure of the two wild pounding bodies above him. Like all young boys, he and the two hotties didn't waste time to have their first burst quickly, they were able to start soon a second, third and more encores! So Matthew and his intruders now came to a rest after their first wet and dry cums had taken place. Time for Julian to have his turn they concluded. The three little beauties cuddled Julian and his lid was now handled by small fingers of six hands. Soon little hot mouths were seeking the precum, waiting for the big load they'd learned to appreciate recently. Raising his legs to his shoulder Julian offered the boys to vary their actions. Sam showed the boys how to entertain and prepare bottoms with your tongue and decided Matthew to have access since he hadn't been `in it yet'! He gently helped the boys very little prick in the now smooth hole, while he was sucking Julian too. Marco started kissing his great friend fiercely, while raging his hands through his masters hair. So Julian had all that great little hot angels all over him at any angle steaming him up. Although Matthews little prick did got to his gland, the action of the boy doing all he can in his bottom gave a great feeling. He managed to keep his sperm waiting longer, but the pleasure was extreme when it finally came. All three boys took part in drinking their friend's greatest sperm fountain since long. Kissing with their mouth still full that juice ended their first session that day, the beginning of a much more to come long day. They finally took some rest together, Matthew complete strangled in Sam as the ultimate love couple, Marco cuddled in Julian, trying to raise his rod for seconds and thirds. Barberboyzzclub was born! Any ideas? Let me know! [email protected] </[email protected]> </div></div>
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Date: Tue, 1 Jul 2008 23:14:18 +0000 From: [email protected] Subject: Boyzhair Stories: Bowlcut Lust (t/b, first time,mast.) Legal things are a personal matter. Respect the copyright and this is for 16+ only. Comments and suggestions are always very welcome at:[email protected] Bowlcut Lust 1 The 4 days making a dream come true. Cole was a lonely 16 year old. Cole looked like a slender, dreamy and untouchable faun. Cole didn't like to play with other boys at all. Cause they always talked about girls, soccer or the newest Xbox. Cole liked something else he could not share easily: Cole liked watching little boys. Cute, little sexy boys with a sharp cut bowlcut. Cole imagined he should be a barber and had boys coming in all day wanting him to create a sharp old fashioned bowlcut. Once, as a shy 8 year old he deeply admired two of his classmates. They were leaders in every way, dressed sharp according newest rules and cut with the cutest bowlcut, very fashionable those days. Everybody adored the boys, teachers, fellow students and they were popular as no one ever before. May be because his father left his mother and him in that year, or may be he wanted to look like them, ever since then those boys were for ever framed on his retina. Anyhow, he was deeply in an impossible love with those two top boys of his class. And watching their sharp bowlcuts made his body shiver whenever they were close to him. Dreaming about them he discovered his stiff organ asking attention and being older later he shot many loads during that fantasy. In the meantime he tried to look as sharp as once those boys, wearing small tight T-shirts and shorts, still looking like a 12 year old. His hair was attended to weekly by his mother, who loved to cut her mummy-boy as often as he wanted it. So she gave him on his request light streaks in his golden blond hair. She didn't mind at all her son not mingling with friends. Her husband had left this mother, who seemed to be possessed with only one love: their only son. Having Cole around her and caring for him was her ultimate task in the world. But she needed her job as hairdresser to make money, so needed to spoil her little idol. His effeminate behaviour pleased her more then him being an outdoor firm boy. Thinking of himself as a kind of pervert, Cole finally discovered sites on the net where he found those pics to fulfil his dreams. All the web boys with a bowlcut were safely stored on his p.c. Since his mother was a total computer nitwit, his computer was loaded with pictures, films and stories about little boys. And he also found he wasn't the only one to love little boys and hair, or feet or whatever that makes little boys so hot. He met some msn friends talking about their feelings for little hot boys. They told him their hot adventures they once managed to enjoy. So it made him aware not to despair, but wait for the right bowlcut to cross his lines, that one day a little dream god might walk into his life. It was just waiting for the right occasion. Now the vacation just started. Mum out to work thus being all day at home alone, but companied by the PC Cole used all the free time to train his love pistol more then ever before. Day 1 The waiting was soon awarded even before he started looking around. The old neighbour lady had moved and her house was soon the scene of moving vans emptying the house and the next filling of the house. Being home alone, still entertaining himself at the computer and before the mirror, Cole looked with one eye what the new neighbours were looking like. Soon he discovered a man, probably the father and later the mother. But when Cole saw a little fellow his dick responded quick before he realised what the boy looked like. A small kid with gorgeous blondish hair, once a bowl cut, now somehow tousled long in his neck till his shoulder. After regaining his breath Cole didn't hesitate a second and took his camera and start shooting the boy. From his stand on the second floor he had a good view to shoot the still innocent little hottie right on the top of his pretty face and hair. Every time he entered or left the house Cole shot a couple of pics. Then, when the boy seemed not to show up anymore Cole started to load the pics on his pc with trembling fingers. He picked the best pics to start a play with Photoshop to enlarge the head to his liking, as far as possible. With Photoshop he managed to rearrange the hairdo to his liking, Like he had done with many other pictures he captured from the web. But the longing for the real thing got very strong too having an idol so close now. At last Cole's lucky day seemed to have arrived! Not much later the bell rang. The little new neighbour goddess appeared at his door introducing himself as Trevor. He told he was sent by his parents to ask some information about the electricity system in the house they just had moved in. Cole was more to happy to join the boy to his new house and explain the parents about the fuses and all those other difficulties. Since he had helped that old lady often, the house didn't have secrets for him. He showed the fuses system, the switches and that all, closely watched and followed by the little annoyed hot kid. Anyhow, this knowledge made him popular with Trevor's parents, who immediately invited him for a drink. Cole didn't hesitated for one minute of course: any second more close to the little hottie was a present from heaven. Trevor's parents, glad the neighbour boy helped them, chatted cheerfully about their new house and their little son. Cole told them the many hours his mother is working and the absence of a father. It was a good start to raise sympathy at Trevor's mother Kate. She felt so sorry for the boy. So whenever he felt lonely he should come in and even he was invited to join diners when his mother had to work late. Cole couldn't believe his ears hearing all those opportunities to be near the hot little boy. Nervously he tried to find an excuse to be with the boy all day. Helping farther was one possibility, but he could also try to find some play. So he asked what sport the boy favoured. It was soccer. With a big smile Cole said it was his favourite sport too. Well, at least he knew the rules from watching the school team. The young ones of course. It was clear that the two boys now could start playing, while the parents could continue arranging the house to be out of their way. Since little Trevor was new he was also happy to have found a friend to share his love for soccer. Trevor still missed his friend home with whom he shared this hobby but with whom he also had discovered the secrets of life. Like jacking each other... Cole was surprised he played so well with the little boy. He hoped to impress the boy that much, that little Trevor would come every day and ask him to play with him. With the long vacation ahead Trevor wouldn't have a chance after all to meet new school friends. He saw the hair dazzling around the boys head and fantasized already how a sharp bowl cut would look like at this hottie. When their soccer play came to an end Cole proposed to go inside and watch a video. Trevor agreed quickly, afraid of being asked to help in the house again. Deep hidden in the couch, with a coke in one hand and sweets in the other the boys watched some comics. But being bored with them, Cole showed his favourite film `Stand By Me' It was his favourite because of River Phoenix. He had been in love with him (who not?) since long and had seen that film a thousand times already. For Trevor this new film reminded him of his friendship home with his special friend Djay, now left behind 2000 miles away. With this feelings both boys sat now with stiffening poles. Complete at ease now Trevor shifted slowly onto Cole's shoulder. The smell of this little hotties' head almost made Trevor faint. For love or lust, his head only dazzled with to much joy. It was a perfect overture for a happy holidays to come he reckoned. When later both mothers met and seeing the boys, they agreed that the two boys act like perfect old and young brothers, due to spend the vacation together. When they finally split Cole went to his room and discovered his little dream boy occupied the bed room opposite his. It didn't take long before the first long, strong ejaculations left his trembling body. With a few more to follow through whole the night. Day 2 When the mothers met, they talked about the absence of a father for Cole and him being alone so often. Mother made long days as hairdresser, and with the vacation term it was a real concern what to do with Cole. After all, she had kept him for her alone, so no clubs or friendships were able to let him spend the empty fays somewhere. Nor financial possibilities to let him enjoy camps. The new neighbours and their cute little Trevor were a treat from heaven. More since both the mother Kate and the father Steve fancied the helpful Cole too. The even were charmed by the looks of that shy, slender dreamy faun. Trevor though didn't noticed all this new blooming friendships. He just liked to play soccer and already discovered that Cole just did everything he wanted. Within one day a complete master slave relation between the two boys developed, with the little bowlcut beauty Trevor as the master. So the day started playing soccer till both boys were tired and bored of it. The soccer ended more like football or rugby when the boys started to attack each other for the ball. Soon a new interesting game was found: wrestling and tickling. Cole enjoyed all the grips he could hold the little boy and he noticed how often his hand went between the legs of the giggling hottie. His swollen prick enjoyed all the contacts with the body of Trevor and already couldn't stop to make that one movement. When the parents saw the boys enjoying all their fun, they decided to put up the pool for the afternoon. While the boys ate their lunch, the pool was set and soon to be filled with water. It was to Cole's great delighted when the mother mentioned that, since the neighbour was a hairdresser, her son's hair needed a haircut urgently. Due to the stress of the movement she said it was neglected to long. Cole's heart jumped for joy (not only his heart). His mind worked like mad to keep this opportunity for himself. Although never cut a hair himself he proudly announced that he had learned the haircutting too, he could do it himself. And he was gonna do it for free! The mother laughed at the proposal, but she didn't want to offend the sweet boy. `How about making a little start then, when it doesn't work out we always can ask your mother to finish it proper' she replied. `I can do it now, while the water is filling the pool.' Cole enthusiastically - almost - yelled. Reluctantly Trevor went along into Cole's house. A haircut was the last thing he was waiting for. Doing a haircut was the only thing Cole was waiting for. Within a minute he found the attributes his mother used for the weekly --or daily-- haircuts she gave her darling son. And without a towel to catch hairs, they decide to take of Trevor's T-shirt. First Cole took some time in combing the boy and discussed the way the boy wanted it. As a matter of fact, the boy didn't care, but Cole used all this time to play with the hair as long as he could. And studying it from close he managed to put his nose close to the scalp to smell the fresh boyish sent of his victim. Of course his prick was already making overtime and needed some more space. Carefully Cole started the cuttings in the neck, in order to rearrange the bowlcut shape. Being cut so often he exactly knew what to do and what not. In his eyes Cole saw his two classmate in his elementary school. The boys he fancied because of their sexy bowlcuts. And slowly Trevor began to look as his former heroes from the days past. Combing the boy with one hand he needed his other to comfort his prick. He opened his zipper to give way to hand and prick. Trevor didn't seem to be bordered by all this activities behind him. But when Trevor started to be impatient, no ever barber took so much time working on him, Cole pleased him with drinks, sweets and a video. Also Trevor demanded to sit more comfortable, so they decided to move to the couch, but Cole mentioned he h�d to work more on the hair. The boys ended up sideways on the couch, Trevor leaning into Cole, who still pretended to be working on the boys hair. His prick now was pressed fully by the butt of his love object and peeped out the short pant and touched lightly Trevors bare back. Still Trevor let happen what happened and ate, drank and watched the video. Now Cole finished the role of barber and became a lover instead. His hands stroke the hair, face and breast of his lust object and his hips carefully drove his pick up and down the bareback. Trevor still believed in live and let live and was concentrated on the video. `What to do if I really finish it' Cole thought worried. Because he moved only slowly it took ages till that moment came. Of course he enjoyed that delay very much. And as long as the sweets and video still lasted, it enjoyed Trevor not less. Whatever happened behind his back. When Cole at last shot his load he managed to catch with his hands as much as possible. His hissing and trembling didn't disturb Trevor. He looked up to his new friend, not surprised but sneaky.... Seeing Cole hand with a load of sperm in his hand, he reacted to Cole's big surprise: `Can't you put the gel in my hair, instead on my back?' It started a whole new life for Cole, who didn't hesitate one moment to fulfil the wish of his master: putting his delicate cream as gel in the wonderful mop of the blond bowlcut beauty. He combed it again in his favourite shape when little Trevor noticed the smell of the gel. Cole reacted prompt by saying that it wasn't only smelling nice, but even tasted nice. He licked his fingers and surely enough, master Trevor commended also a part to lick. `Strange, `he declared, salty gel? Why do you like it?' `Because I made it myself.' Cole wanted to say, but he decided to wait for more explanations when Trevor asked for more tasty gel to lick. What a surprise on his first job as barber. Hairplay and spermhairspray. A motto for life! His destiny for life was set. Trevor had enough of all cuddling and sitting with his friend, time for a swim he declared and rushed off. With terror Cole was frightened for the parent's reaction to their son haircut and the special gelsmell... But the boy ran straight to the pool, stripped naked and was ready to jump in when his father came. He gave the boy a firm hug, glad to see the boy happy. Cole saw his eyes sparkling during that hug before he pushed the boy in the water. `Come on Cole, your turn. Take your clothes off, we hate swim trousers!' A little shy Cole inspected the state of his prick. Not almost to its lowest yet, but it didn't look suspicious anymore. Encouraged by the father, who couldn't help to hug his new neighbour faun as well, he gladly dropped everything with a little help... from the father. Now he was ready to join his love angel in the --brrrrrr -- cold water. No worry about mister wiener anymore! Although much work to be done in the house yet, the father couldn't get enough to see the two most gorgeous boys in the water he'd ever met. He couldn't believe his luck to find such a pretty friend for his little boy. The two boys soon started their wrestling game, due to the cold they needed to rub their bodies together in order to get warm. Of course brought back to life some of the bodyparts. But nobody seemed to care. When the mothers joined the scene, it was to dining time and the boys were ordered to get ready for a barbeque in the garden of Cole. He couldn't bear his luck, to have love angel around him another night! He never worked so hard at a barbeque as during that night. Helped by the father who paid as much attention to the meat as he did to Cole. Cole felt so well accepted by Steve like he'd found a new father. Or friend. That night Cole slept luckily after a few more training courses for his dick. He could hardly wait the next day to start. Can you? Suggestions please To [email protected]
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Tue, 1 Jul 2008 23:14:18 +0000 From: [email protected] Subject: Boyzhair Stories: Bowlcut Lust (t/b, first time,mast.) Legal things are a personal matter. Respect the copyright and this is for 16+ only. Comments and suggestions are always very welcome at:[email protected] Bowlcut Lust 1 The 4 days making a dream come true. Cole was a lonely 16 year old. Cole looked like a slender, dreamy and untouchable faun. Cole didn't like to play with other boys at all. Cause they always talked about girls, soccer or the newest Xbox. Cole liked something else he could not share easily: Cole liked watching little boys. Cute, little sexy boys with a sharp cut bowlcut. Cole imagined he should be a barber and had boys coming in all day wanting him to create a sharp old fashioned bowlcut. Once, as a shy 8 year old he deeply admired two of his classmates. They were leaders in every way, dressed sharp according newest rules and cut with the cutest bowlcut, very fashionable those days. Everybody adored the boys, teachers, fellow students and they were popular as no one ever before. May be because his father left his mother and him in that year, or may be he wanted to look like them, ever since then those boys were for ever framed on his retina. Anyhow, he was deeply in an impossible love with those two top boys of his class. And watching their sharp bowlcuts made his body shiver whenever they were close to him. Dreaming about them he discovered his stiff organ asking attention and being older later he shot many loads during that fantasy. In the meantime he tried to look as sharp as once those boys, wearing small tight T-shirts and shorts, still looking like a 12 year old. His hair was attended to weekly by his mother, who loved to cut her mummy-boy as often as he wanted it. So she gave him on his request light streaks in his golden blond hair. She didn't mind at all her son not mingling with friends. Her husband had left this mother, who seemed to be possessed with only one love: their only son. Having Cole around her and caring for him was her ultimate task in the world. But she needed her job as hairdresser to make money, so needed to spoil her little idol. His effeminate behaviour pleased her more then him being an outdoor firm boy. Thinking of himself as a kind of pervert, Cole finally discovered sites on the net where he found those pics to fulfil his dreams. All the web boys with a bowlcut were safely stored on his p.c. Since his mother was a total computer nitwit, his computer was loaded with pictures, films and stories about little boys. And he also found he wasn't the only one to love little boys and hair, or feet or whatever that makes little boys so hot. He met some msn friends talking about their feelings for little hot boys. They told him their hot adventures they once managed to enjoy. So it made him aware not to despair, but wait for the right bowlcut to cross his lines, that one day a little dream god might walk into his life. It was just waiting for the right occasion. Now the vacation just started. Mum out to work thus being all day at home alone, but companied by the PC Cole used all the free time to train his love pistol more then ever before. Day 1 The waiting was soon awarded even before he started looking around. The old neighbour lady had moved and her house was soon the scene of moving vans emptying the house and the next filling of the house. Being home alone, still entertaining himself at the computer and before the mirror, Cole looked with one eye what the new neighbours were looking like. Soon he discovered a man, probably the father and later the mother. But when Cole saw a little fellow his dick responded quick before he realised what the boy looked like. A small kid with gorgeous blondish hair, once a bowl cut, now somehow tousled long in his neck till his shoulder. After regaining his breath Cole didn't hesitate a second and took his camera and start shooting the boy. From his stand on the second floor he had a good view to shoot the still innocent little hottie right on the top of his pretty face and hair. Every time he entered or left the house Cole shot a couple of pics. Then, when the boy seemed not to show up anymore Cole started to load the pics on his pc with trembling fingers. He picked the best pics to start a play with Photoshop to enlarge the head to his liking, as far as possible. With Photoshop he managed to rearrange the hairdo to his liking, Like he had done with many other pictures he captured from the web. But the longing for the real thing got very strong too having an idol so close now. At last Cole's lucky day seemed to have arrived! Not much later the bell rang. The little new neighbour goddess appeared at his door introducing himself as Trevor. He told he was sent by his parents to ask some information about the electricity system in the house they just had moved in. Cole was more to happy to join the boy to his new house and explain the parents about the fuses and all those other difficulties. Since he had helped that old lady often, the house didn't have secrets for him. He showed the fuses system, the switches and that all, closely watched and followed by the little annoyed hot kid. Anyhow, this knowledge made him popular with Trevor's parents, who immediately invited him for a drink. Cole didn't hesitated for one minute of course: any second more close to the little hottie was a present from heaven. Trevor's parents, glad the neighbour boy helped them, chatted cheerfully about their new house and their little son. Cole told them the many hours his mother is working and the absence of a father. It was a good start to raise sympathy at Trevor's mother Kate. She felt so sorry for the boy. So whenever he felt lonely he should come in and even he was invited to join diners when his mother had to work late. Cole couldn't believe his ears hearing all those opportunities to be near the hot little boy. Nervously he tried to find an excuse to be with the boy all day. Helping farther was one possibility, but he could also try to find some play. So he asked what sport the boy favoured. It was soccer. With a big smile Cole said it was his favourite sport too. Well, at least he knew the rules from watching the school team. The young ones of course. It was clear that the two boys now could start playing, while the parents could continue arranging the house to be out of their way. Since little Trevor was new he was also happy to have found a friend to share his love for soccer. Trevor still missed his friend home with whom he shared this hobby but with whom he also had discovered the secrets of life. Like jacking each other... Cole was surprised he played so well with the little boy. He hoped to impress the boy that much, that little Trevor would come every day and ask him to play with him. With the long vacation ahead Trevor wouldn't have a chance after all to meet new school friends. He saw the hair dazzling around the boys head and fantasized already how a sharp bowl cut would look like at this hottie. When their soccer play came to an end Cole proposed to go inside and watch a video. Trevor agreed quickly, afraid of being asked to help in the house again. Deep hidden in the couch, with a coke in one hand and sweets in the other the boys watched some comics. But being bored with them, Cole showed his favourite film `Stand By Me' It was his favourite because of River Phoenix. He had been in love with him (who not?) since long and had seen that film a thousand times already. For Trevor this new film reminded him of his friendship home with his special friend Djay, now left behind 2000 miles away. With this feelings both boys sat now with stiffening poles. Complete at ease now Trevor shifted slowly onto Cole's shoulder. The smell of this little hotties' head almost made Trevor faint. For love or lust, his head only dazzled with to much joy. It was a perfect overture for a happy holidays to come he reckoned. When later both mothers met and seeing the boys, they agreed that the two boys act like perfect old and young brothers, due to spend the vacation together. When they finally split Cole went to his room and discovered his little dream boy occupied the bed room opposite his. It didn't take long before the first long, strong ejaculations left his trembling body. With a few more to follow through whole the night. Day 2 When the mothers met, they talked about the absence of a father for Cole and him being alone so often. Mother made long days as hairdresser, and with the vacation term it was a real concern what to do with Cole. After all, she had kept him for her alone, so no clubs or friendships were able to let him spend the empty fays somewhere. Nor financial possibilities to let him enjoy camps. The new neighbours and their cute little Trevor were a treat from heaven. More since both the mother Kate and the father Steve fancied the helpful Cole too. The even were charmed by the looks of that shy, slender dreamy faun. Trevor though didn't noticed all this new blooming friendships. He just liked to play soccer and already discovered that Cole just did everything he wanted. Within one day a complete master slave relation between the two boys developed, with the little bowlcut beauty Trevor as the master. So the day started playing soccer till both boys were tired and bored of it. The soccer ended more like football or rugby when the boys started to attack each other for the ball. Soon a new interesting game was found: wrestling and tickling. Cole enjoyed all the grips he could hold the little boy and he noticed how often his hand went between the legs of the giggling hottie. His swollen prick enjoyed all the contacts with the body of Trevor and already couldn't stop to make that one movement. When the parents saw the boys enjoying all their fun, they decided to put up the pool for the afternoon. While the boys ate their lunch, the pool was set and soon to be filled with water. It was to Cole's great delighted when the mother mentioned that, since the neighbour was a hairdresser, her son's hair needed a haircut urgently. Due to the stress of the movement she said it was neglected to long. Cole's heart jumped for joy (not only his heart). His mind worked like mad to keep this opportunity for himself. Although never cut a hair himself he proudly announced that he had learned the haircutting too, he could do it himself. And he was gonna do it for free! The mother laughed at the proposal, but she didn't want to offend the sweet boy. `How about making a little start then, when it doesn't work out we always can ask your mother to finish it proper' she replied. `I can do it now, while the water is filling the pool.' Cole enthusiastically - almost - yelled. Reluctantly Trevor went along into Cole's house. A haircut was the last thing he was waiting for. Doing a haircut was the only thing Cole was waiting for. Within a minute he found the attributes his mother used for the weekly --or daily-- haircuts she gave her darling son. And without a towel to catch hairs, they decide to take of Trevor's T-shirt. First Cole took some time in combing the boy and discussed the way the boy wanted it. As a matter of fact, the boy didn't care, but Cole used all this time to play with the hair as long as he could. And studying it from close he managed to put his nose close to the scalp to smell the fresh boyish sent of his victim. Of course his prick was already making overtime and needed some more space. Carefully Cole started the cuttings in the neck, in order to rearrange the bowlcut shape. Being cut so often he exactly knew what to do and what not. In his eyes Cole saw his two classmate in his elementary school. The boys he fancied because of their sexy bowlcuts. And slowly Trevor began to look as his former heroes from the days past. Combing the boy with one hand he needed his other to comfort his prick. He opened his zipper to give way to hand and prick. Trevor didn't seem to be bordered by all this activities behind him. But when Trevor started to be impatient, no ever barber took so much time working on him, Cole pleased him with drinks, sweets and a video. Also Trevor demanded to sit more comfortable, so they decided to move to the couch, but Cole mentioned he h�d to work more on the hair. The boys ended up sideways on the couch, Trevor leaning into Cole, who still pretended to be working on the boys hair. His prick now was pressed fully by the butt of his love object and peeped out the short pant and touched lightly Trevors bare back. Still Trevor let happen what happened and ate, drank and watched the video. Now Cole finished the role of barber and became a lover instead. His hands stroke the hair, face and breast of his lust object and his hips carefully drove his pick up and down the bareback. Trevor still believed in live and let live and was concentrated on the video. `What to do if I really finish it' Cole thought worried. Because he moved only slowly it took ages till that moment came. Of course he enjoyed that delay very much. And as long as the sweets and video still lasted, it enjoyed Trevor not less. Whatever happened behind his back. When Cole at last shot his load he managed to catch with his hands as much as possible. His hissing and trembling didn't disturb Trevor. He looked up to his new friend, not surprised but sneaky.... Seeing Cole hand with a load of sperm in his hand, he reacted to Cole's big surprise: `Can't you put the gel in my hair, instead on my back?' It started a whole new life for Cole, who didn't hesitate one moment to fulfil the wish of his master: putting his delicate cream as gel in the wonderful mop of the blond bowlcut beauty. He combed it again in his favourite shape when little Trevor noticed the smell of the gel. Cole reacted prompt by saying that it wasn't only smelling nice, but even tasted nice. He licked his fingers and surely enough, master Trevor commended also a part to lick. `Strange, `he declared, salty gel? Why do you like it?' `Because I made it myself.' Cole wanted to say, but he decided to wait for more explanations when Trevor asked for more tasty gel to lick. What a surprise on his first job as barber. Hairplay and spermhairspray. A motto for life! His destiny for life was set. Trevor had enough of all cuddling and sitting with his friend, time for a swim he declared and rushed off. With terror Cole was frightened for the parent's reaction to their son haircut and the special gelsmell... But the boy ran straight to the pool, stripped naked and was ready to jump in when his father came. He gave the boy a firm hug, glad to see the boy happy. Cole saw his eyes sparkling during that hug before he pushed the boy in the water. `Come on Cole, your turn. Take your clothes off, we hate swim trousers!' A little shy Cole inspected the state of his prick. Not almost to its lowest yet, but it didn't look suspicious anymore. Encouraged by the father, who couldn't help to hug his new neighbour faun as well, he gladly dropped everything with a little help... from the father. Now he was ready to join his love angel in the --brrrrrr -- cold water. No worry about mister wiener anymore! Although much work to be done in the house yet, the father couldn't get enough to see the two most gorgeous boys in the water he'd ever met. He couldn't believe his luck to find such a pretty friend for his little boy. The two boys soon started their wrestling game, due to the cold they needed to rub their bodies together in order to get warm. Of course brought back to life some of the bodyparts. But nobody seemed to care. When the mothers joined the scene, it was to dining time and the boys were ordered to get ready for a barbeque in the garden of Cole. He couldn't bear his luck, to have love angel around him another night! He never worked so hard at a barbeque as during that night. Helped by the father who paid as much attention to the meat as he did to Cole. Cole felt so well accepted by Steve like he'd found a new father. Or friend. That night Cole slept luckily after a few more training courses for his dick. He could hardly wait the next day to start. Can you? Suggestions please To [email protected] </div></div>
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Date: Wed, 5 May 2010 21:58:47 +0000 From: kick barber Subject: barber-boyz-club 3 Sam Legal things are a personal matter. Respect the copyright and this is for 16+ only. Comments and suggestions are always very welcome at:[email protected] About this story: As all stories in this series: it's imagination, fantasy and fiction. But...when I was at the age of 12 and some years after, my dream was the same as Sam. With the lack of knowledge and internet then I was never able to understand and fulfil my wishes in this special way. Are you sure there isn't now another 12 year old boy like me at 12? By the way, also the description of the main character is a real boy. The story, as said before, is pure fiction, fantasy, dreams or hopes... The author. SAM Sam was 12, but being small he looked much younger. Sam seemed popular at school. Sam was such a boy who liked to behave somehow queer, pretending being a non stop comedian; his classmates loved his funny remarks he spoke with a high pitched voice. He liked to show his excellent figure by moving like a dancer, but most of all he treasured his dark red hair he liked to style different every week. But in the end ...it looked as gay as a 12 year old can be. And in the end... he was as lonesome as any gay little boy can be in a class full of na�ve little boys, football admirers and giggling sexually awaking (ugly) girls. Daily he had his greatest moment standing before the mirror trying to fix a new hairstyle. The grease hairstyles were undoubtedly his favourites. When he was satisfied with the result he was so much in love with himself it often ended up with a dick, so stiff that the next action was a good jack or two. Then he usually took a picture in the mirror, showing his bare hot torso and horny grease like face. He had found site's to publish them and enjoyed the hot reactions. It made him also aware that men want to play certain games with him. Looking only ten, his development was like a fourteen year old and being horny, he often completed his lust feelings in bed, looking at his pictures and pictures of young boys he found in the young stars magazines. It resulted in loads of fresh young boyzcream. He liked to lubricate that cream in his hair and face when our little handsome narcissist was standing for the mirror again... Every visit to a barber shop was top event, although to convince the barbers not to cut it short worried him all the time. Often he passed barbershops and dreamed being in it on his own, and served by a very handsome young blond stud taking his time. Day 1 Looking for barbershops he discovered one day a barbershop in a different part of the little town. Pictures of his favourite young stars even were part of the usually barber poster in the shop window. It aroused his curiosity and something more. Even though he didn't need much of a haircut now and even though it was almost closing time �and dinner time to get home- he almost went into the barbershop as if he was bewitched by a magician. Suddenly he realised that he had just little money in his pocket. So first he asked how much a `very small' treatment would cost. The barber laughed friendly at him and said that for every small amount he would be happy to help little handsome boys, `and please call me Julian'. Julian just looked like the barber Sam often figured in his dreams: young, blond great hair himself, muscular arms and torso and some challenging glance. There was also this little blond boy in the shop, messing around on the computer. He was as delicate as the model boys Sam collected from the star magazines. The boy seemed rather disturbed with the arrival of the late customer. With all this new experiences Sam turned from a confident young lad in a surprised `little boy in wonderland' and was led passive into the chair. Julian started to comb Sam's hair and to Sam's great surprise he said: `I don't think you want me to cut too much, do you?' Still it took Julian pretty long to style, cut little bits and to blow-dry the boy. In the mean time Julian's hands travelled over more places then were hair normally grows. Sam's neck, beautiful under the half long hair, was the favourite spot of the experienced barber hands. Every time when Julian's face came close to the boy's face during one of a barbers activity it seemed to come closer. Sam even felt lips touch his neck every now and then. And Julian's nose in his hair... He must have smelt boyzcream in mine hair Sam realised suddenly. Of course this treatment wasn't without a result in his lower parts. Shifting nervously to hide his full erect friend and trying to keep it relaxed to prevent a spontaneously embarrassing outburst, he felt his pre-cum leaking. The now horny Sam prayed that the cutting would never end. With fresh gel the boy was now ready and looked very fit to win the next auditions for `Hairspray.' The hairdressing cape with the very little red hair was removed. With a sigh Sam had to cope with the end from his finest hour till now. Removing hairs from his neck and shoulders was the next play what Julian must have had in mind. That stroking felt amazing hot and went even deeper on his torso. And in search of some three hairs, lost in the T shirt, the magic hands were reaching now his hard tits. At that moment the little other boy crawled up between Sam and Julian. It was clear he wanted to be part in that cuddle play. The two clearly horny boys now wrestled to get the attention from their great friend Julian, who was able to satisfy the needs of both boys. A boys' romp is always an easy way to hide all secret handles you love to perform! With one boy still restraint to the barber chair it looked like a welcome sex assault on him! When four hands reached at the same time poor Sam's favourite tool it exploded like it never did before. The attackers didn't seem to care about it. Sam and blond hottie had to fix their clothes back to normal to prevent to end up nude. Julian ran his eager hands and combs ones more through that sexy hair of both giggling boys. The sight of the two hot little horny boys must have made him the luckiest man on earth. (or the horniest?) Sam slowly rose up out the chair, but was pushed out by blond little hottie Matthew. (he learned that name during the wrestling) Trying to pay, Julian told him to keep his money since he had hardly cut the boy but enjoyed his company which was 1000 times worth the money. If Sam wanted to have his hair taken care he was free to come after closure time, even daily if he wished. `Call it home work assistance' Julian added to it. A little help for a good excuse is never in vane. This remark made Sam almost explode for joy. He had found his wonderland, his lucky day had arrived! He spontaneously kissed his benefactor who responded hot forcing his tongue in the inexperienced boy mouth. `I want to become a barber too.' Sam whispered in the ear of his new friend, carefully touching the hair of the stud. `See you tomorrow then,' Julian responded, `I'll start teaching everything by spoiling you first' Reluctantly Sam left the shop and was even more surprised seeing little Matthew left behind while the curtains were closed and the `shop closed' sign was put up. Sam drove home on his sports bike, wondering about Matthew and Julian which made his dick growing again pleading for proper relief in the wet spot! At home his mother clapped her hands seeing her little star, the only `man' in the house returning smarter then she ever saw. Under a shower of kisses she told that dinner was ready with his favourite dishes. Which happened to be almost the same every day? `I wanna go to the toilet first' her little star asked. Of course his greatest admirer on earth couldn't refuse this simple plea. Not realizing he needed to relieve different stuff first Standing for the mirror, with his pants down and a heavily wrinkled t-shirt he admired his fresh cut look, taking pictures with his mobile. Remembering the kiss of Julian he kissed back in the mirror, taking pictures and jacking off. He thought to send some pics to Julian. He had snapped a business card from the shop and had seen his mail address on it! He was sure Julian wasn't different from all the man who responded his other showings on the net! He was sure Julian was going to do all the nice man and boy things he'd read in nifty stories. He was glad a stud like Julian was his first real thing. The next jack off even made him hungry and soon mother could serve her wonder boy his meal. Just imagine yourself his activities the next hours. Day 2 Even at school Sam experienced some more attention since he kept his smart hair, but not the less also his to short and to tight shorts and shirt made some boys nervously shuffle uneasy in their school banks. Being horny for his next visit at Julian's, Sam wouldn't mind if some of the handsome boys crawled under his table and suck some relief. Quieter then ever he looked seductive at some of the smart class mates, but their unease grew under his hot glances. Later, later, one day... Of course Sam arrived much too early at the shop, where Julian was entertaining other hotties, calling it `a haircut'. After all, many boys were sent to this new barber who charged so very little for small boys... Not being modest and remembering his wish to become a barber Sam immediately offered himself as a little helper. He swept the fallen hair, removed barber capes and above all helped brushing of shoulders (and more). Julian thanked him for the mail he had got and secretly massaged Sam's bulge to show his understanding. They seemed to form a perfect couple; even their bulges showed they were already blood brothers. But both were happier to pull the curtain and close the doors to spend the rest of the day spoiling each other. With a full embrace and a lot of kisses both boys renewed their hunger for each other. Julian introduced Sam to the special vip room in the back of the shop for his first lesson. Lesson one: brushing of hair. To make it clear: take of clothes. Start the shoulders, go down where the hairs fall removing them gently, except the tits need some stronger treatment. Sam groaned when Julian showed this on his tits, helping it by little bites and kisses. After that: hairs on the belly only to be removed with strong kisses and a little licking. Now Sam had his turn to show he was a good student. He started with a hot kiss, fumbling his lover's hair to have one or two falling down, as he said. But when he reached the belly, Julian pushed his face down to his very swollen prick. `Your turn to teach now, what does my prick need, you think?' Of course Sam knew exactly what he was supposed to do. It was a new experience though and very gently get started to lick the tip. In the meantime Julian had lowered the seat to become a love bed and climbed beside the newbie. Turning into the 69 position he explained: `now it's coffee time, no sugar, no coffee, but lots of milk' and started sucking the hot thick pole of his new playmate delicately and wildly as deep throat. And his little student just imitated all the actions of his tutor. Sam was quickly feeling his groins preparing a burst. When Julian noticed the boy was cumin, he preferred to cum too. Without warning both boys spurted their love seed in their mouth. `Wow, your seed tastes so different from mine,' Sam told Julian while most of it was dripping out of his mouth. Smearing the stuff on his hands he started to grease his hair with his friend's sperm. It was such a hot thing, it prevented Julian's dick to come to rest and kept him horny. Lesson two: combing hair with the best gel ever. Spoiling his little friend with kisses, Julian gently combed the red hair stiff with his sperm. Not only the look, but the smell of the hair made him ready to go again. This time he planned to his next release in the wonderful hole of Sam. He spread the legs of the boy, sitting opposite of him, and softly start playing the boy's hole. Overwhelmed with all new feelings Sam just let happen what ever Julian did to him. When two fingers reached his gland he jumped closer to his friend, spreading his legs even more. Lifting the boy, Julian let his tongue enjoy the boy the first approach inside him. With the help of some hair gel his tunnel was prepared to feel the first penetration. Slowly pounding his dick into the virgin hole, Julian enjoyed deflowering another little customer. Sam just let it happen and felt proud to be his mate little whore. Now he wasn't much on speaking terms anymore; all his active way of doing it now was reduced to moaning, groaning and hissing to cope with all that hot feeling inside. Also Julian enjoyed all the time he could play his little victim. He showed all stands the little boy could make with Julian's prick in him. Julian still called it lessons to learn. Also Sam took his turn to pound his new friend, and came right away when he felt how Julian helped milking his sore prick professionally. After several variations of enjoying each other they almost felt asleep in each other arms, wet from sweat and sperm. Slowly it became shower time, both boys didn't let go of each other all the way. Until the last step at the door kissing and stroking was going on heavenly. When Sam left he was crying to leave his new love and new life. The expectation of an every day renewal made it bearable for the poor boy. He didn't know he wasn't the only boy in the new boyzbarberclub... End of part three. If you have idea's about the rest of the story, don't hesitate and mail at [email protected]
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Wed, 5 May 2010 21:58:47 +0000 From: kick barber <[email protected]> Subject: barber-boyz-club 3 Sam Legal things are a personal matter. Respect the copyright and this is for 16+ only. Comments and suggestions are always very welcome at:[email protected] About this story: As all stories in this series: it's imagination, fantasy and fiction. But...when I was at the age of 12 and some years after, my dream was the same as Sam. With the lack of knowledge and internet then I was never able to understand and fulfil my wishes in this special way. Are you sure there isn't now another 12 year old boy like me at 12? By the way, also the description of the main character is a real boy. The story, as said before, is pure fiction, fantasy, dreams or hopes... The author. SAM Sam was 12, but being small he looked much younger. Sam seemed popular at school. Sam was such a boy who liked to behave somehow queer, pretending being a non stop comedian; his classmates loved his funny remarks he spoke with a high pitched voice. He liked to show his excellent figure by moving like a dancer, but most of all he treasured his dark red hair he liked to style different every week. But in the end ...it looked as gay as a 12 year old can be. And in the end... he was as lonesome as any gay little boy can be in a class full of na�ve little boys, football admirers and giggling sexually awaking (ugly) girls. Daily he had his greatest moment standing before the mirror trying to fix a new hairstyle. The grease hairstyles were undoubtedly his favourites. When he was satisfied with the result he was so much in love with himself it often ended up with a dick, so stiff that the next action was a good jack or two. Then he usually took a picture in the mirror, showing his bare hot torso and horny grease like face. He had found site's to publish them and enjoyed the hot reactions. It made him also aware that men want to play certain games with him. Looking only ten, his development was like a fourteen year old and being horny, he often completed his lust feelings in bed, looking at his pictures and pictures of young boys he found in the young stars magazines. It resulted in loads of fresh young boyzcream. He liked to lubricate that cream in his hair and face when our little handsome narcissist was standing for the mirror again... Every visit to a barber shop was top event, although to convince the barbers not to cut it short worried him all the time. Often he passed barbershops and dreamed being in it on his own, and served by a very handsome young blond stud taking his time. Day 1 Looking for barbershops he discovered one day a barbershop in a different part of the little town. Pictures of his favourite young stars even were part of the usually barber poster in the shop window. It aroused his curiosity and something more. Even though he didn't need much of a haircut now and even though it was almost closing time �and dinner time to get home- he almost went into the barbershop as if he was bewitched by a magician. Suddenly he realised that he had just little money in his pocket. So first he asked how much a `very small' treatment would cost. The barber laughed friendly at him and said that for every small amount he would be happy to help little handsome boys, `and please call me Julian'. Julian just looked like the barber Sam often figured in his dreams: young, blond great hair himself, muscular arms and torso and some challenging glance. There was also this little blond boy in the shop, messing around on the computer. He was as delicate as the model boys Sam collected from the star magazines. The boy seemed rather disturbed with the arrival of the late customer. With all this new experiences Sam turned from a confident young lad in a surprised `little boy in wonderland' and was led passive into the chair. Julian started to comb Sam's hair and to Sam's great surprise he said: `I don't think you want me to cut too much, do you?' Still it took Julian pretty long to style, cut little bits and to blow-dry the boy. In the mean time Julian's hands travelled over more places then were hair normally grows. Sam's neck, beautiful under the half long hair, was the favourite spot of the experienced barber hands. Every time when Julian's face came close to the boy's face during one of a barbers activity it seemed to come closer. Sam even felt lips touch his neck every now and then. And Julian's nose in his hair... He must have smelt boyzcream in mine hair Sam realised suddenly. Of course this treatment wasn't without a result in his lower parts. Shifting nervously to hide his full erect friend and trying to keep it relaxed to prevent a spontaneously embarrassing outburst, he felt his pre-cum leaking. The now horny Sam prayed that the cutting would never end. With fresh gel the boy was now ready and looked very fit to win the next auditions for `Hairspray.' The hairdressing cape with the very little red hair was removed. With a sigh Sam had to cope with the end from his finest hour till now. Removing hairs from his neck and shoulders was the next play what Julian must have had in mind. That stroking felt amazing hot and went even deeper on his torso. And in search of some three hairs, lost in the T shirt, the magic hands were reaching now his hard tits. At that moment the little other boy crawled up between Sam and Julian. It was clear he wanted to be part in that cuddle play. The two clearly horny boys now wrestled to get the attention from their great friend Julian, who was able to satisfy the needs of both boys. A boys' romp is always an easy way to hide all secret handles you love to perform! With one boy still restraint to the barber chair it looked like a welcome sex assault on him! When four hands reached at the same time poor Sam's favourite tool it exploded like it never did before. The attackers didn't seem to care about it. Sam and blond hottie had to fix their clothes back to normal to prevent to end up nude. Julian ran his eager hands and combs ones more through that sexy hair of both giggling boys. The sight of the two hot little horny boys must have made him the luckiest man on earth. (or the horniest?) Sam slowly rose up out the chair, but was pushed out by blond little hottie Matthew. (he learned that name during the wrestling) Trying to pay, Julian told him to keep his money since he had hardly cut the boy but enjoyed his company which was 1000 times worth the money. If Sam wanted to have his hair taken care he was free to come after closure time, even daily if he wished. `Call it home work assistance' Julian added to it. A little help for a good excuse is never in vane. This remark made Sam almost explode for joy. He had found his wonderland, his lucky day had arrived! He spontaneously kissed his benefactor who responded hot forcing his tongue in the inexperienced boy mouth. `I want to become a barber too.' Sam whispered in the ear of his new friend, carefully touching the hair of the stud. `See you tomorrow then,' Julian responded, `I'll start teaching everything by spoiling you first' Reluctantly Sam left the shop and was even more surprised seeing little Matthew left behind while the curtains were closed and the `shop closed' sign was put up. Sam drove home on his sports bike, wondering about Matthew and Julian which made his dick growing again pleading for proper relief in the wet spot! At home his mother clapped her hands seeing her little star, the only `man' in the house returning smarter then she ever saw. Under a shower of kisses she told that dinner was ready with his favourite dishes. Which happened to be almost the same every day? `I wanna go to the toilet first' her little star asked. Of course his greatest admirer on earth couldn't refuse this simple plea. Not realizing he needed to relieve different stuff first Standing for the mirror, with his pants down and a heavily wrinkled t-shirt he admired his fresh cut look, taking pictures with his mobile. Remembering the kiss of Julian he kissed back in the mirror, taking pictures and jacking off. He thought to send some pics to Julian. He had snapped a business card from the shop and had seen his mail address on it! He was sure Julian wasn't different from all the man who responded his other showings on the net! He was sure Julian was going to do all the nice man and boy things he'd read in nifty stories. He was glad a stud like Julian was his first real thing. The next jack off even made him hungry and soon mother could serve her wonder boy his meal. Just imagine yourself his activities the next hours. Day 2 Even at school Sam experienced some more attention since he kept his smart hair, but not the less also his to short and to tight shorts and shirt made some boys nervously shuffle uneasy in their school banks. Being horny for his next visit at Julian's, Sam wouldn't mind if some of the handsome boys crawled under his table and suck some relief. Quieter then ever he looked seductive at some of the smart class mates, but their unease grew under his hot glances. Later, later, one day... Of course Sam arrived much too early at the shop, where Julian was entertaining other hotties, calling it `a haircut'. After all, many boys were sent to this new barber who charged so very little for small boys... Not being modest and remembering his wish to become a barber Sam immediately offered himself as a little helper. He swept the fallen hair, removed barber capes and above all helped brushing of shoulders (and more). Julian thanked him for the mail he had got and secretly massaged Sam's bulge to show his understanding. They seemed to form a perfect couple; even their bulges showed they were already blood brothers. But both were happier to pull the curtain and close the doors to spend the rest of the day spoiling each other. With a full embrace and a lot of kisses both boys renewed their hunger for each other. Julian introduced Sam to the special vip room in the back of the shop for his first lesson. Lesson one: brushing of hair. To make it clear: take of clothes. Start the shoulders, go down where the hairs fall removing them gently, except the tits need some stronger treatment. Sam groaned when Julian showed this on his tits, helping it by little bites and kisses. After that: hairs on the belly only to be removed with strong kisses and a little licking. Now Sam had his turn to show he was a good student. He started with a hot kiss, fumbling his lover's hair to have one or two falling down, as he said. But when he reached the belly, Julian pushed his face down to his very swollen prick. `Your turn to teach now, what does my prick need, you think?' Of course Sam knew exactly what he was supposed to do. It was a new experience though and very gently get started to lick the tip. In the meantime Julian had lowered the seat to become a love bed and climbed beside the newbie. Turning into the 69 position he explained: `now it's coffee time, no sugar, no coffee, but lots of milk' and started sucking the hot thick pole of his new playmate delicately and wildly as deep throat. And his little student just imitated all the actions of his tutor. Sam was quickly feeling his groins preparing a burst. When Julian noticed the boy was cumin, he preferred to cum too. Without warning both boys spurted their love seed in their mouth. `Wow, your seed tastes so different from mine,' Sam told Julian while most of it was dripping out of his mouth. Smearing the stuff on his hands he started to grease his hair with his friend's sperm. It was such a hot thing, it prevented Julian's dick to come to rest and kept him horny. Lesson two: combing hair with the best gel ever. Spoiling his little friend with kisses, Julian gently combed the red hair stiff with his sperm. Not only the look, but the smell of the hair made him ready to go again. This time he planned to his next release in the wonderful hole of Sam. He spread the legs of the boy, sitting opposite of him, and softly start playing the boy's hole. Overwhelmed with all new feelings Sam just let happen what ever Julian did to him. When two fingers reached his gland he jumped closer to his friend, spreading his legs even more. Lifting the boy, Julian let his tongue enjoy the boy the first approach inside him. With the help of some hair gel his tunnel was prepared to feel the first penetration. Slowly pounding his dick into the virgin hole, Julian enjoyed deflowering another little customer. Sam just let it happen and felt proud to be his mate little whore. Now he wasn't much on speaking terms anymore; all his active way of doing it now was reduced to moaning, groaning and hissing to cope with all that hot feeling inside. Also Julian enjoyed all the time he could play his little victim. He showed all stands the little boy could make with Julian's prick in him. Julian still called it lessons to learn. Also Sam took his turn to pound his new friend, and came right away when he felt how Julian helped milking his sore prick professionally. After several variations of enjoying each other they almost felt asleep in each other arms, wet from sweat and sperm. Slowly it became shower time, both boys didn't let go of each other all the way. Until the last step at the door kissing and stroking was going on heavenly. When Sam left he was crying to leave his new love and new life. The expectation of an every day renewal made it bearable for the poor boy. He didn't know he wasn't the only boy in the new boyzbarberclub... End of part three. If you have idea's about the rest of the story, don't hesitate and mail at [email protected] </[email protected]> </div></div>
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Date: Sat, 14 Oct 2006 00:37:13 +0100 (BST) From: kick barber Subject: Gorgeous blond Viktor part 4 - boyzhairstories Boyzhair story by Kick Barber [email protected] (b/b/b/m, first,mast.,anal,oral,hair) Legal things are a personal matter. Respect the copyright and this is for 16+ only. Sometimes you see a gorgeous blond boy who got stuck on your brain. The fantasy does the rest, dream along... Please let me know if your fantasy includes beautiful blond boys too.... Comments and suggestions are always very welcome at:[email protected] Gorgeous blond Viktor, part four More boys having lessons. At only ten, Viktor thought he had his first sex. Viktor liked it very much. Viktor decided he wanted to fuck from no on as much as possible. Viktor wanted to learn even more, more and more. If Viktor wants something, he will get it done. Viktor couldn't wait to have more lessons at his new guitar teacher Rick who taught him all his first pleasures of sex in only two guitar(?)lessons. In a short time the little 10 year old spoiled kid had learned more about sex then any other little pimp ever did before. May be he learned three notes to play at his guitar, but the notes of pleasure all around his body were known after two hot lessons at the sexy studio of his hot young guitar teacher. He had noticed that a group of three 13 year old youngsters also had lessons from his hot teacher. And thinking of the love he made with his teacher he felt jealously creeping up imagining these boys in bed with the guitar teacher as well. He decided to come once more much to early to see if those boys played the same games as he had done in that wonderful bed beside the studio. Since Viktor knew that Rick his teacher loved his blond mop and sexy bangs uppermost he took all his time to model his hair the best he could. Stroking all the hair to the front made him look like young photo models he had seen in perfume advertisements. His cheekbones were almost fully covered from the sides, even some hair ending under it. His forehead disappeared under a wealth of thick blond hair, straight till the eyebrows and from there to the bangs. It had left only the eyes to be seen. And those eyes were fire. As usual people couldn't help turning and gazing after the boy and with this outfit, completed with an old-fashioned, to small and tight T-shirt he could have caused severe collisions and other misfortunes if you and me had past by. Entering the apartment house of Rick the teacher's door seemed to be locked. It woke the suspicion of Viktor in fantasising all the boys in Rick's bed now. After ringing it took some time till Rick answered the door. Instead of saying anything about being so early he gasped for breath and quickly dragged the boy inside. Such a little exposing sexy pimp wasn't a good sign to the neighbours to keep a solid name as teacher. And of course, more then that, his lust overwhelmed the teacher the same time. Viktor noticed quickly that the boys were not in the lessons room, but clearly there were voices to be heard somewhere. But first he looked in the mirror at his so much taken care of hair and checked if it still was in the shape he made it to seduce Rick in only one second. Although some damage was done by the wind, it still looked rather sexy, he thought. By combing and pushing the model once again he was sure his teacher couldn't wait to drop his pants. His blond bangs again were covering his cheekbones as never before. It was clearly understood that Rick was racing his mind how to let the boy come further. He took the time now hugging and kissing the boy, putting his tongue as deep in the little rascal's mouth as if it was prick once more in the angel's butt. Then he shouted to the boys that there was a special guest and if they didn't mind having him joining there session. Just a soft no, hesitating was to be heard from a different part in the studio. When Viktor showed up at last at the recording part of the studio he noticed the three boys playing softly their guitars dressed in only their briefs. Rick hastily explained that they were working hard and that the heat of the session caused them to undress. Well, boys among each other shouldn't bother about one brief or less. It wasn't clear for little Viktor if the boys were doing a real recording or hiding a different game. But he didn't care less, since he fancied the boys in their shirtless state as well. If they weren't involved in screwing he could start that game and quickly he estimated the chances he had with the boys and who would fall for him first. No use of seducing his teacher Rick yet, his tent was clearly visible for everybody. Just when the boys intended to start another recording session Viktor started taking off his shirts and pants telling them that it was warm indeed and that he wanted to be like them. The three 13 year olds became even hotter when they saw the well exposed tiny, hot body of the brute intruder. And since their lessons had been boiled up with sexual jokes and feelings they never had done it in the studio with their teacher, although Rick also often had mentioned that there was so much more to enjoy under their guitars. Just like the last time, the playing of the boys wasn't right anymore with the little devil soaking up all their attention. They decided to have a rest and a drink. Viktor was amazed that they didn't mention or showed any sex plans and decided to start the game he came for. Massaging his bulge he hoped the other boys would follow suit. And right he was: all the boys had to shift their dicks some way or the other since they started to be active. Then Viktor `complained' that even the heat was to much and that his dick couldn't fit in his briefs anymore. So he let his briefs down. Rick, coming in with the drinks, burst out in laughter, mentioning that Viktor was the fastest pupil he ever had. The laughter took away the tension of the other boys and when Viktor asked Tim, the tallest 13 yr old if he didn't want to lower his briefs also, because he had a rather long stiff himself, the boy didn't hesitated one moment and showed Viktor his long love weapon. Viktor grasped the dick and told Tim his was even bigger then Rick, the guitar teacher's dick. All the boys looked up at Rick, who's red face was clearly visible now either from shame or sensation. He urged the boys not to react childish and do like Tim had done. Viktor in the meantime massaged the prick of Tim, not forgetting his balls and caused the boy almost to cum right away. Tim took the little boy in his arms, urging him to slow down. The two other boys, Carl and Daryn, looked how their friend enjoyed the attention of the hot little blond boy and came closer not to miss any action now. The cuddled the boy too and Carl played with his fingers in the great blond mop of the little angel. Tim asked the little boy his plans and full astonishment the boys heard the little boy explain that he want to be screwed by all three and suck their dicks and see if they had sperm already and wanted to see them fuck each other and many things more. The boys looked at Rick, who giggling told them not to miss the treatment of the little sex bomb. He was the best that could happen to them. So Viktor decided to head for the sleeping room. As an innocent little boy asking his big friends to play a game of Lego the spoiled little blond took them to the huge bed and asked Rick to join them. Now the four boys on the bed started giggling a game of trying to get a hold of each other pricks, causing their lust to increase as they never experienced before. Viktor enjoyed massaging all the pricks he could get hold of or getting in his mouth for a few sucks. After a while the wrestling slowed down and the boys ended up close together with their hands around each other pricks. Viktor played the Benjamin and jumped from one to another starting to kiss the reluctant boys one by one. Rick joined them in the bed and took all the boys between his legs, having his prick massaged by the three bottoms of the youngsters, with the hot blond pimp on top of that. None of the boys ever had sex in his house and he didn't know where to start enjoying the three new sexmates. Of course he had expected them to play this game one day. After he selected them for their good looks, gorgeous hair, not being afraid for little cuddles and in a way showing their sensual ability to love only boys... And right he was, now the boys had lost all their control, thanks to the little blond Viktor, the boy who always seems to get what he want. He started to put his greased fingers in Tim's virgin hole, while Viktor was massaging the boys prick once more, kissing and sucking his tits. Carl and Daryn ended up in a body closeness where their pricks hardly survived but where their hands still could play their balls, prick and butts. Tim, who never experienced professional erotic treatments before besides his self help program looking at pictures of Jonathan Taylor Thomas felt in heaven, laying in the warm arms of his teacher and having a blond little hottie playing over his body touching all the spots he never felt before. Slowly he felt his butt entered by one finger, reaching slowly his prostate causing him yelling and crying. Now the three slowly laid on their sides and Viktor managed to push the prick of his new friend Tim near his butt. He was so eager to feel a new life in his love channel. Not experienced at all Rick greased the youngsters prick with his famous screwing gel and helped him to push the gate of little Viktor open. Viktor didn't waste time to spoil the new prick with his best movements to milk it. Rick, behind the tall 13 yr old used the ecstasy of the boy to increase more fingers in his hole and when the boy came close he decided to enter the boy and treat the prostate with the real thing. In this mixed feeling of hurt and the prostate being treated so well Tim screamed and shot his load as deep he could in the blond angel wrapped in his arms. His shots seemed endless as were his cries and screams. His first experience of a such fuck as sandwich made the boy explode with sexual energy. The two other boys watched their fucking big friend being raped with feelings of jealously and fear. When he slowed down and cried some more they started kissing him all over. When they reached the exploded dick they licked the last semen dripping out, smelling and tasting a new sensation of young boys cream. Viktor, not used to such wet explosions already experienced his first dry cum when Tim came al the way in him. He couldn't wait for another boy to enter his but again. Sucking Carl's trembling dick he guided it to his butt. The black-haired beauty Carl always imitated his big friend Tim and couldn't wait to feel the same and entered the new experience. Viktor turned around and raised his legs over Carls shoulder and started playing with the black thick hair of the next intruder. Rick played with Daryn entering his butt also, cause he hadn't shot his load. Three virgin holes in bed to open up. He was a lucky guy. And lucky that his prick was very long but thin as well, special made for little virgin holes. Kissing Tim's tears on his left side and fumbling Daryn's hole on the right side, between his legs, the blond mop on his prick the little Viktor was giving the pleasure to his other handsome student. The side of this scene right for his eyes and the wiggling gorgeous blond mop of hair around his dick made him almost cum. It didn't take long before Carl screamed his first loveseed in the little ass of the small wonderboy. Another exhausted boy ended up in his arms. Now Daryn couln't wait any longer and made his own way to the butt of the star of the day. Viktor stretched himself over his friend Rick, on both sides the two empty milked boys laid and the last boy laid on top of them, having his first screw in the narrow hot ass of the sex boy slave Viktor. While Daryn pumped with all his energy Rick and Viktor played their game their tongues stuck and their hands stroking their hair, playing hairdresser of different models. Their pricks close together pushed by the bouncing little rider on top. With his fierce milking butt and moving hips Viktor went into his second drycum while Daryn finished his hot streams in the little 10 year old. So much screwing was to much for Rick, who secretly loved all the boys for a long time. He took a seating position, moved the little Viktor on his prick, pushed him all the way in and cuddled by the three moaning boys all around him he shots in less then two minutes his large stream in the soaked little ass of his little first 10 year old love. Who had his third drycum right away. After so much fierce sex all the boys hugged slowly and started kissing and stroking each other celebrating their new friendship of 5 hot boys enjoying the best of life. Although some stiffs did reappear, the new experiences they had made them a little shy. A little hour later, sitting at the table, drinking energy drinks, they agreed to keep their love games a secret but do it every time they had a chance as much as they can. Slowly they left the apartment, except for little Viktor. He had some special treatment in mind and wasn't finished at all. And what Viktor wants, he is used to get it. With his charm, or desperate willpower, he always get his way. Want to know his next adventures? If you love sexy little boys with a special for blond hair mail new ideas at [email protected]
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Sat, 14 Oct 2006 00:37:13 +0100 (BST) From: kick barber <[email protected]> Subject: Gorgeous blond Viktor part 4 - boyzhairstories Boyzhair story by Kick Barber [email protected] (b/b/b/m, first,mast.,anal,oral,hair) Legal things are a personal matter. Respect the copyright and this is for 16+ only. Sometimes you see a gorgeous blond boy who got stuck on your brain. The fantasy does the rest, dream along... Please let me know if your fantasy includes beautiful blond boys too.... Comments and suggestions are always very welcome at:[email protected] Gorgeous blond Viktor, part four More boys having lessons. At only ten, Viktor thought he had his first sex. Viktor liked it very much. Viktor decided he wanted to fuck from no on as much as possible. Viktor wanted to learn even more, more and more. If Viktor wants something, he will get it done. Viktor couldn't wait to have more lessons at his new guitar teacher Rick who taught him all his first pleasures of sex in only two guitar(?)lessons. In a short time the little 10 year old spoiled kid had learned more about sex then any other little pimp ever did before. May be he learned three notes to play at his guitar, but the notes of pleasure all around his body were known after two hot lessons at the sexy studio of his hot young guitar teacher. He had noticed that a group of three 13 year old youngsters also had lessons from his hot teacher. And thinking of the love he made with his teacher he felt jealously creeping up imagining these boys in bed with the guitar teacher as well. He decided to come once more much to early to see if those boys played the same games as he had done in that wonderful bed beside the studio. Since Viktor knew that Rick his teacher loved his blond mop and sexy bangs uppermost he took all his time to model his hair the best he could. Stroking all the hair to the front made him look like young photo models he had seen in perfume advertisements. His cheekbones were almost fully covered from the sides, even some hair ending under it. His forehead disappeared under a wealth of thick blond hair, straight till the eyebrows and from there to the bangs. It had left only the eyes to be seen. And those eyes were fire. As usual people couldn't help turning and gazing after the boy and with this outfit, completed with an old-fashioned, to small and tight T-shirt he could have caused severe collisions and other misfortunes if you and me had past by. Entering the apartment house of Rick the teacher's door seemed to be locked. It woke the suspicion of Viktor in fantasising all the boys in Rick's bed now. After ringing it took some time till Rick answered the door. Instead of saying anything about being so early he gasped for breath and quickly dragged the boy inside. Such a little exposing sexy pimp wasn't a good sign to the neighbours to keep a solid name as teacher. And of course, more then that, his lust overwhelmed the teacher the same time. Viktor noticed quickly that the boys were not in the lessons room, but clearly there were voices to be heard somewhere. But first he looked in the mirror at his so much taken care of hair and checked if it still was in the shape he made it to seduce Rick in only one second. Although some damage was done by the wind, it still looked rather sexy, he thought. By combing and pushing the model once again he was sure his teacher couldn't wait to drop his pants. His blond bangs again were covering his cheekbones as never before. It was clearly understood that Rick was racing his mind how to let the boy come further. He took the time now hugging and kissing the boy, putting his tongue as deep in the little rascal's mouth as if it was prick once more in the angel's butt. Then he shouted to the boys that there was a special guest and if they didn't mind having him joining there session. Just a soft no, hesitating was to be heard from a different part in the studio. When Viktor showed up at last at the recording part of the studio he noticed the three boys playing softly their guitars dressed in only their briefs. Rick hastily explained that they were working hard and that the heat of the session caused them to undress. Well, boys among each other shouldn't bother about one brief or less. It wasn't clear for little Viktor if the boys were doing a real recording or hiding a different game. But he didn't care less, since he fancied the boys in their shirtless state as well. If they weren't involved in screwing he could start that game and quickly he estimated the chances he had with the boys and who would fall for him first. No use of seducing his teacher Rick yet, his tent was clearly visible for everybody. Just when the boys intended to start another recording session Viktor started taking off his shirts and pants telling them that it was warm indeed and that he wanted to be like them. The three 13 year olds became even hotter when they saw the well exposed tiny, hot body of the brute intruder. And since their lessons had been boiled up with sexual jokes and feelings they never had done it in the studio with their teacher, although Rick also often had mentioned that there was so much more to enjoy under their guitars. Just like the last time, the playing of the boys wasn't right anymore with the little devil soaking up all their attention. They decided to have a rest and a drink. Viktor was amazed that they didn't mention or showed any sex plans and decided to start the game he came for. Massaging his bulge he hoped the other boys would follow suit. And right he was: all the boys had to shift their dicks some way or the other since they started to be active. Then Viktor `complained' that even the heat was to much and that his dick couldn't fit in his briefs anymore. So he let his briefs down. Rick, coming in with the drinks, burst out in laughter, mentioning that Viktor was the fastest pupil he ever had. The laughter took away the tension of the other boys and when Viktor asked Tim, the tallest 13 yr old if he didn't want to lower his briefs also, because he had a rather long stiff himself, the boy didn't hesitated one moment and showed Viktor his long love weapon. Viktor grasped the dick and told Tim his was even bigger then Rick, the guitar teacher's dick. All the boys looked up at Rick, who's red face was clearly visible now either from shame or sensation. He urged the boys not to react childish and do like Tim had done. Viktor in the meantime massaged the prick of Tim, not forgetting his balls and caused the boy almost to cum right away. Tim took the little boy in his arms, urging him to slow down. The two other boys, Carl and Daryn, looked how their friend enjoyed the attention of the hot little blond boy and came closer not to miss any action now. The cuddled the boy too and Carl played with his fingers in the great blond mop of the little angel. Tim asked the little boy his plans and full astonishment the boys heard the little boy explain that he want to be screwed by all three and suck their dicks and see if they had sperm already and wanted to see them fuck each other and many things more. The boys looked at Rick, who giggling told them not to miss the treatment of the little sex bomb. He was the best that could happen to them. So Viktor decided to head for the sleeping room. As an innocent little boy asking his big friends to play a game of Lego the spoiled little blond took them to the huge bed and asked Rick to join them. Now the four boys on the bed started giggling a game of trying to get a hold of each other pricks, causing their lust to increase as they never experienced before. Viktor enjoyed massaging all the pricks he could get hold of or getting in his mouth for a few sucks. After a while the wrestling slowed down and the boys ended up close together with their hands around each other pricks. Viktor played the Benjamin and jumped from one to another starting to kiss the reluctant boys one by one. Rick joined them in the bed and took all the boys between his legs, having his prick massaged by the three bottoms of the youngsters, with the hot blond pimp on top of that. None of the boys ever had sex in his house and he didn't know where to start enjoying the three new sexmates. Of course he had expected them to play this game one day. After he selected them for their good looks, gorgeous hair, not being afraid for little cuddles and in a way showing their sensual ability to love only boys... And right he was, now the boys had lost all their control, thanks to the little blond Viktor, the boy who always seems to get what he want. He started to put his greased fingers in Tim's virgin hole, while Viktor was massaging the boys prick once more, kissing and sucking his tits. Carl and Daryn ended up in a body closeness where their pricks hardly survived but where their hands still could play their balls, prick and butts. Tim, who never experienced professional erotic treatments before besides his self help program looking at pictures of Jonathan Taylor Thomas felt in heaven, laying in the warm arms of his teacher and having a blond little hottie playing over his body touching all the spots he never felt before. Slowly he felt his butt entered by one finger, reaching slowly his prostate causing him yelling and crying. Now the three slowly laid on their sides and Viktor managed to push the prick of his new friend Tim near his butt. He was so eager to feel a new life in his love channel. Not experienced at all Rick greased the youngsters prick with his famous screwing gel and helped him to push the gate of little Viktor open. Viktor didn't waste time to spoil the new prick with his best movements to milk it. Rick, behind the tall 13 yr old used the ecstasy of the boy to increase more fingers in his hole and when the boy came close he decided to enter the boy and treat the prostate with the real thing. In this mixed feeling of hurt and the prostate being treated so well Tim screamed and shot his load as deep he could in the blond angel wrapped in his arms. His shots seemed endless as were his cries and screams. His first experience of a such fuck as sandwich made the boy explode with sexual energy. The two other boys watched their fucking big friend being raped with feelings of jealously and fear. When he slowed down and cried some more they started kissing him all over. When they reached the exploded dick they licked the last semen dripping out, smelling and tasting a new sensation of young boys cream. Viktor, not used to such wet explosions already experienced his first dry cum when Tim came al the way in him. He couldn't wait for another boy to enter his but again. Sucking Carl's trembling dick he guided it to his butt. The black-haired beauty Carl always imitated his big friend Tim and couldn't wait to feel the same and entered the new experience. Viktor turned around and raised his legs over Carls shoulder and started playing with the black thick hair of the next intruder. Rick played with Daryn entering his butt also, cause he hadn't shot his load. Three virgin holes in bed to open up. He was a lucky guy. And lucky that his prick was very long but thin as well, special made for little virgin holes. Kissing Tim's tears on his left side and fumbling Daryn's hole on the right side, between his legs, the blond mop on his prick the little Viktor was giving the pleasure to his other handsome student. The side of this scene right for his eyes and the wiggling gorgeous blond mop of hair around his dick made him almost cum. It didn't take long before Carl screamed his first loveseed in the little ass of the small wonderboy. Another exhausted boy ended up in his arms. Now Daryn couln't wait any longer and made his own way to the butt of the star of the day. Viktor stretched himself over his friend Rick, on both sides the two empty milked boys laid and the last boy laid on top of them, having his first screw in the narrow hot ass of the sex boy slave Viktor. While Daryn pumped with all his energy Rick and Viktor played their game their tongues stuck and their hands stroking their hair, playing hairdresser of different models. Their pricks close together pushed by the bouncing little rider on top. With his fierce milking butt and moving hips Viktor went into his second drycum while Daryn finished his hot streams in the little 10 year old. So much screwing was to much for Rick, who secretly loved all the boys for a long time. He took a seating position, moved the little Viktor on his prick, pushed him all the way in and cuddled by the three moaning boys all around him he shots in less then two minutes his large stream in the soaked little ass of his little first 10 year old love. Who had his third drycum right away. After so much fierce sex all the boys hugged slowly and started kissing and stroking each other celebrating their new friendship of 5 hot boys enjoying the best of life. Although some stiffs did reappear, the new experiences they had made them a little shy. A little hour later, sitting at the table, drinking energy drinks, they agreed to keep their love games a secret but do it every time they had a chance as much as they can. Slowly they left the apartment, except for little Viktor. He had some special treatment in mind and wasn't finished at all. And what Viktor wants, he is used to get it. With his charm, or desperate willpower, he always get his way. Want to know his next adventures? If you love sexy little boys with a special for blond hair mail new ideas at [email protected] </[email protected]> </div></div>
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Date: Sun, 09 Jun 2024 06:43:20 +0000 From: Jock Cummings <[email protected]> Subject: Brandon the Teen Swimmer Chapter 1 (m/t) Brandon is a muscular teen swimmer. His teacher and coach, Mr Thompson is an ugly chubby old man who caresses and touches Brandon every chance he gets when Brandon trains. The coach promises Brandon a method to improve his swimming times by hypnotising him. Brandon goes along with it innocently but little does he know that the coach now is slowly but surely gaining more control over Brandon's hot body. --- The author copyrights this story, with permission for posting on the Nifty Archive. It may not be copied to another website without prior approval from the author. This story is fiction. Any actual locations, events, or other entities have been completely fictionalized. Any similarities to real people are purely coincidental. The story involves gay sex between older and younger individuals. It was written solely for the reading pleasure of adults who aren't offended by the subject matter. If this type of material is illegal where you live, please leave now! I love all comments, feedback and conversations at [email protected] *** Please consider donating to Nifty to keep this archive free for everyone! Brandon the Teen Swimmer Chapter 1 As Brandon stood poolside, his coach, Mr. Thompson, glared at the boy's toned physique with undisguised lust. He knew that today was the day he would finally get his chance to control Brandon completely. Brandon has always been the best swimmer in the school's team. He has always trained hard and wants to be the very best. Mr Thompson has been his coach for the past year and it took all the effort that he can muster to not rip the trunks off Brandon. The coach couldn't help but admire Brandon's good looks. Brandon is of Chinese-Japanese descent with K-Pop hunky idol vibes and the boy's smooth, tanned skin and chiseled features made him an object of desire for many, including the coach himself. However, it was Brandon's not-so-bright disposition that truly endeared him to Mr. Thompson. Mr Thompson knew that Brandon's simplicity made him more malleable, easier to control. And as he caressed the boy's muscular arms and broad shoulders, he reveled in the power he held over his young charge. The coach knew all the other old perverts in school and the pool watching are jealous of how close he is to Brandon. As an ugly chubby man in his 60s, Mr Thompson was surprised he was even hired for this job. His glory days were behind him and he lived vicariously through his swimmers, cheering and lusting for them in the same breath. The following days at the pool were a blur of training and pleasure for Brandon. Mr. Thompson had insidiously weaselled his way into Brandon's life, both in and out of the pool. As the coach's commands lived within Brandon's mind and the young jock slowly became one of the best in school, reaching new heights of athletic prowess. "You've been improving tremendously, Brandon," Mr. Thompson said after a particularly grueling session. "Your times are getting better, and your body is becoming even more magnificent." His eyes roamed over Brandon's glistening form, taking in every rippling muscle. Brandon grinned, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment wash over him. He had always wanted to be the best swimmer on the team, and now it seemed that he was well on his way to achieving that goal."It's all thanks to you, Coach," Brandon said, his voice dripping with admiration. "Without your guidance, I wouldn't be where I am today." Mr. Thompson smiled, his eyes flickering with scheming. "Yes, Brandon," he purred in his deep baritone. "You ARE doing very well. BUT not yet good enough." Brandon looked crestfallen at Mr Thompson's comment. "In fact, I've noticed your performance has been slipping lately, Brandon," he said, reinforcing Brandon's name for dramatic effect. Mr. Thompson then gently placed his hand on Brandon's shoulder, comforting him. "Hmmm, do you really want to improve and be the best?" A disappointed Brandon could only nod sincerely. Coach Thompson continued to ensnare his innocent charge. "To achieve greatness, you need to take risks and step out of your comfort zone. Are you willing to try anything? Any radical methods? To give it your all?" Brandon hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly. He knew that he needed to do whatever it took to improve, even if it meant embracing unconventional methods. "Meet me in my office." Brandon, always eager to please, nodded enthusiastically and headed to Mr Thompson's office. As Brandon stepped into Mr. Thompson's office, he felt a mix of anxiety and anticipation. He was topless, wearing only his shorts after a grueling training session, and his dripping wet body glistened under the dim lighting. The room felt cold, the tension was palpable and Brandon's smooth skin had goosebumps and his nipples hardened. Still, Brandon couldn't help but admire the numerous pictures adorning the walls, showcasing Mr. Thompson's previous male teen champions. Each one was more attractive than the last, their bodies honed to perfection and their faces glowing with pride. In the corner of the room, Brandon noticed a small picture frame on the coach's desk. He approached it curiously, drawn to the unusual sight. It was a group photo of large, obese men smiling alongside the swim team. The men looked out of place, their bodies starkly contrasting with the toned, athletic figures of the teenagers. Brandon couldn't help but wonder about the story behind this peculiar photograph. As Mr. Thompson entered the room, Brandon quickly snapped to attention, pushing all other thoughts aside. The coach appraised Brandon's toned physique, nodding approvingly. "I'm glad you'd agree to do this, Brandon. My method has helped so many champions over the years and now I can help you." he said, his voice low and commanding. "First take off your shorts." Brandon hesitated for a moment, stunned at the sudden order, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks. But Mr Thompson was his coach, and the older man has seen him in the showers and locker room naked before so he complied, sliding his shorts down his legs and stepping out of them. He stood before Mr. Thompson completely exposed, his heart pounding in his chest. The coach circled him slowly, examining Brandon's body from every angle. Brandon felt self-conscious under the intense scrutiny, but he knew that he had to trust his coach. Mr. Thompson stopped in front of him, gazing into Brandon's eyes. "You're doing well, Brandon," he said softly with a grubby smile. "But you are not yet the champion you think you are." His fingers trailed lightly over Brandon's pecs, sending shivers down the boy's spine. Mr. Thompson had designed a special chair for the now naked Brandon to sit in -- an oversized, reclining throne with built-in speakers and lighting. He instructed Brandon to sit down, lean back, and close his eyes. "Just relax, Brandon," Mr. Thompson purred, his eyes locked onto the boy's exposed, tanned chest. "I'm going to help you reach your full potential as a swimmer. All you have to do is listen to my voice." Brandon felt himself slipping into a trance as Mr. Thompson's voice became deeper and more rhythmic. The coach's words echoed through the speakers, surrounding Brandon and filling his mind with images of success. "You will be a champion, Brandon," Mr. Thompson repeated, his voice now a seductive growl. "You will do anything to win. Anything...all you need is to listen to my words closely." Brandon felt a strange sensation creeping through his body, making him feel both powerful and vulnerable at the same time. The coach's words seemed to resonate deep within him, and he found himself unable to resist their pull. Brandon laid motionless, entranced by Mr. Thompson's hypnotic voice as it echoed through the room. The coach's eyes bore into his, holding the boy captive in a trance-like state. Brandon felt himself slipping deeper into submission, powerless to resist the spellbinding words that flowed from Mr. Thompson's lips. "Brandon, listen to me," Mr. Thompson continued, his voice mesmerizing. "You are a remarkable young man, blessed with talent and beauty. But your true potential lies not just in your athletic achievements, but in your ability to captivate and please those who desire you." Mr. Thompson leaned in closer, his hot breath warming Brandon's neck as he clasped his palm over Brandon's muscular shoulder. "From now on," he whispered, "you will crave an old man's touch. Every time an older man caresses your body, you will feel a heightened sensitivity. You will tingle with excitement you allow an old man hands on your smooth skin. As I touch you, you will become more and more dependent on my control." Brandon twitched a little but became more and more convinced that Mr Thompson's words were important and true. Seeing that Brandon was breathing deeply and in a trance like state, Mr. Thompson moved his hands on Brandon's pecs and issued a series of hypnotic commands designed to reinforce the boy's sensitivity to his touch. "Think of the old, ugly fat men who watch you swim," Mr. Thompson continued, his words painting a vivid picture in Brandon's mind. "You crave their attention, their touch. And you, Brandon, have the power to give them what they want. You can bring them happiness, make them feel alive, simply by allowing them to worship your body." "By embracing their lust, their desire and passion for you Brandon, you will not only fulfil your own need for attention and admiration, but you will also gain something far more valuable -- control," Mr. Thompson whispered in Brandon's ear. "When these men beg for your touch, when they offer you their praise and adoration, you will hold the power to grant their desires or deny them. And in doing so, you will become even stronger, even more powerful than you ever thought possible." Brandon felt his heart racing, his mind reeling from the intensity of Mr. Thompson's words. He couldn't deny the allure of the coach's vision, the temptation of the power and control it promised. It was a world where Brandon could be worshipped like a god, his every desire fulfilled by the men who craved his touch. "In order to achieve this, Brandon," Mr. Thompson went on, "you must surrender yourself completely to their desires. Let them hold you, tease you, touch you, use you, possess you. Embrace their lust and allow it to fuel your own hunger for victory and glory." Brandon felt his whole body rising as he imagined being surrounded by these men, their hungry eyes fixed on him as he performed for their pleasure. The thought both terrified and exhilarated him, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of arousal at the prospect of being the center of their desire. Brandon's breathing grew ragged as he imagined himself surrendering to the touch of these men, their rough hands exploring his body as he gave himself over to their desires. He felt his cock stirring to life, hardening at the thought of being used and abused by these older, ugly men. Brandon desired and wanted to be admired by the men Mr. Thompson described. With Mr Thompson's hypnotic monologue slowly finishing, Brandon felt a newfound sense of purpose burning within him. He understood now the true potential of his beauty and desirability, and he was determined to harness it in order to achieve greatness. With Mr. Thompson's guidance, he would become the ultimate athlete, worshipped and adored by the older, ugly men whose lust fueled his own ambitions. Mr. Thompson ended the session, his hot breath tickling Brandon's ear. "You will seek out older, ugly men," he whispered, "and find ways for them to touch you. The uglier they are, the more you will crave their affection. Start with wearing as little as possible. Go topless and wear only shorts." Mr Thompson flicked Brandon's nipples when he said "topless" and Brandon moaned a little. The session seemed to last both an eternity and no time at all. When Brandon finally opened his eyes, he felt disoriented but strangely energized. He glanced at Mr. Thompson, who was watching him with a satisfied smirk. "How do you feel, Brandon?" the coach asked, running his fingers through the boy's tousled hair. Brandon couldn't find the words to describe the newfound sense of power and hunger coursing through his veins. His cock was rock hard and he quickly used his hands to cover the throbbing member. Mr. Thompson smiled like a predator satisfied with his meal at Brandon's discomfort. Mr Thompson said Brandon was free to leave but reminded him to maintain his regular training schedule and come back the next week for the next session. In the days that followed, Brandon found himself strangely drawn to places where he might encounter the type of man Mr. Thompson had described. As such, instead of the school pool, Brandon frequenting the neighborhood pool, a hub for older, overweight men who sought respite from the blazing sun. He had taken to wearing nothing but a pair of skimpy shorts, just as Mr. Thompson had instructed him. Brandon arrived at the pool in nothing but his shorts, feeling a mix of apprehension and excitement which caused goosebumps to prickle across his skin, making him shiver slightly. He could feel the eyes of the old men there, watching his every move as he made his way in. Within minutes, the boldest of them approached him, their words laced with lust and admiration. "You have such nice muscles. Are you a swimmer?" Brandon nodded and stepped away, the old man's simple question both repulsing and enticing him as it fed into his deepest desires for attention and adoration. As Brandon dove into the pool, he couldn't help but feel a sense of power coursing through him. The old men's gaze followed him as he sliced through the water, their hungry eyes devouring every inch of his perfect body. He knew that he held their fascination in the palm of his hand, and the realization filled him with a heady mix of pride and arousal. After his swim, Brandon lounged by the pool, an elderly man approached him, his gaze fixated on the boy's toned chest. "You must be new here," he said, his voice raspy and low. "I haven't seen you around before." Brandon smiled. All this attention is brand new to him. "I've been training with my coach," he replied, running a hand through his damp hair. "He thought I could benefit from some time in the sun." The old man chuckled, his jowls shaking with mirth. "Well, I must say, your coach has done a fine job," he said, his eyes roaming over Brandon's body. "You look... delicious." Brandon felt his cheeks flush, but he didn't look away. Instead, he flexed his biceps, allowing the man to get a better look, saying "You think so?" The old man's breath quickened, and he licked his lips as if he were about to devour the boy whole. Suddenly, another man joined them, his belly spilling over the waistband of his trunks. "Who do we have here?" he asked, his voice thick with desire. Brandon introduced himself, extending a hand in greeting. The man grasped it firmly, his grip almost painful. "I'm Tom," he said, "and this is my friend, Lloyd." Lloyd nodded, his eyes never leaving Brandon's face. "Pleased to meet you," he croaked, his voice barely audible over the sound of the pool. Tom moved closer, his bulk casting a shadow over Brandon. "We were just wondering if you needed any help with your tan," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You know, making sure you don't miss any spots." Brandon's heart raced as he realized what they were offering. His cock ached, straining against the fabric of his swim shorts. He looked around, conflicted and aroused. He could hear Coach Thompson's voice in his head. "Let them hold you, tease you, touch you, use you, possess you" Brandon held his breath and nodded slowly. "Yes, "I'd like that." The men exchanged knowing glances, their eyes sparkling with excitement. Lloyd quickly reached into his bag, pulling out a bottle of sunscreen. "Come on, kid," he said, patting the space on the lounger next to him. "Let's get started." Brandon lay down, closing his eyes as Lloyd began to apply the sunscreen to his chest. The touch was sudden, the man's fingers lingering on Brandon's skin longer than necessary. Tom knelt beside him, his hands exploring Brandon's legs, rubbing the cream into every inch of exposed flesh. Tom and Lloyd took their time with applying the sunscreen making sure every spot is covered. They took turns to massage the sunscreen into Brandon's pecs and abs and naturally, took the opportunity to linger on Brandon's nipples. Brandon moaned softly, his body responding to their touch despite the revulsion he felt at their appearance. He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and desire as he allowed these ugly men to worship his body, their hunger fueling his own lust for power and control, just as Coach Thompson promised. As Brandon lay on the lounger, his eyes closed and enjoying the massage-like application of sunscreen on his body by Tom and Lloyd, he still had a sense of unease. The two old men had been trying to engage him in constant conversation about his training and free time, but Brandon couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something more to their interest in him than just casual small talk. "So, Brandon," Tom said, his voice low and gruff as he continued rubbing sunscreen onto the boy's legs, "you're quite the swimmer, aren't you? What do you do to keep yourself in such excellent shape?" Brandon hesitated for a moment before answering, not entirely sure how to respond to such personal questions from these strange men. "I just practice a lot, I guess," he mumbled, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Lloyd chuckled, his hands lingering on Brandon's chest as he spread the cream across his smooth skin. "Oh, come on, kid," he said with his lips almost touching Brandon's erect nipples. "You must have some secrets to looking this good. We all want to know." Brandon felt uncomfortable under their scrutiny, but he also couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through him as they touched him. He squirmed slightly, unable to resist the urge to press himself closer to Lloyd's fat lips. Tom leaned in, his gaze intense. "We've worked with boys like you, kid," he murmured. "And let me tell you, you've got what it takes to be a model." Brandon's heart skipped a beat as he realized what they were suggesting. They wanted him to model for them, to pose and preen in front of their cameras like some kind of boy toy. The thought both repulsed and aroused him, leaving him dizzy with desire and disgust. Lloyd must have noticed his confusion, because he leaned in close, his lips brushing against Brandon's ear. "Don't worry, kid," he whispered. "We specialize in beautiful boys like you. You'd be perfect for our next project." Brandon shuddered, his cock hardening at Lloyd's words. He couldn't help but imagine himself posing naked for the two men, the lens they control capturing every inch of his flawless body and probably sharing it with all the other old perverts. The thought made him both sick and excited, his mind reeling with conflicting emotions as he considered the proposition. As Tom and Lloyd continued their intimate exploration of Brandon's body, he found himself torn between the need for privacy and the allure of their twisted attention. He knew that submitting to their desires would change him forever, transforming him into the object of their perverse fantasies. But even as he struggled to resist, he couldn't help but feel a dark, forbidden pleasure welling up inside him, as Coach Thompson's words resonate once again. "Let them touch you". Just as Brandon's heart pounded in anticipation of the next phase of his seduction, his phone suddenly buzzed with an incoming call. It was his mother, wanting to know when he would be ready to leave the pool. The moment was interrupted, and Brandon felt a mix of relief and disappointment. Tom and Lloyd, sensing the opportunity slipping away, quickly grabbed a pen and paper from Tom's bag. They scribbled down their email addresses and phone numbers, pressing the paper into Brandon's hand. "Kid, if you ever want to make some real money, give us a call," Lloyd said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "We know you've got what it takes to be a star." Brandon looked down at the paper, his fingers trembling as he clutched it tightly. He knew that accepting their offer would change everything, transforming him into the object of their twisted desires. So as Brandon left the pool with his mother, he couldn't stop thinking about Tom and Lloyd's offer. Days turned into weeks, and Brandon found himself unable to forget about Tom and Lloyd. Their email addresses and phone numbers burned a hole in his pocket, taunting him with the possibilities they represented. He knew that if he reached out to them, his life would never be the same. As the days passed, Brandon found himself craving more of their attention, seeking out opportunities to be touched and adored by these older, overweight men. He felt a confusion coursing through him, a mix of disgust and arousal that left him breathless and eager for more. With each encounter, he felt himself growing closer to the ultimate goal, the fulfillment of Mr. Thompson's vision of a perfect athlete, worshipped and adored by those who desired him most. --- I love all comments, feedback and conversations at [email protected]
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> <pre>Date: Sun, 09 Jun 2024 06:43:20 +0000 From: Jock Cummings &lt;[email protected]&gt; Subject: Brandon the Teen Swimmer Chapter 1 (m/t) Brandon is a muscular teen swimmer. His teacher and coach, Mr Thompson is an ugly chubby old man who caresses and touches Brandon every chance he gets when Brandon trains. The coach promises Brandon a method to improve his swimming times by hypnotising him. Brandon goes along with it innocently but little does he know that the coach now is slowly but surely gaining more control over Brandon's hot body. --- The author copyrights this story, with permission for posting on the Nifty Archive. It may not be copied to another website without prior approval from the author. This story is fiction. Any actual locations, events, or other entities have been completely fictionalized. Any similarities to real people are purely coincidental. The story involves gay sex between older and younger individuals. It was written solely for the reading pleasure of adults who aren't offended by the subject matter. If this type of material is illegal where you live, please leave now! I love all comments, feedback and conversations at [email protected] *** Please consider donating to Nifty to keep this archive free for everyone! Brandon the Teen Swimmer Chapter 1 As Brandon stood poolside, his coach, Mr. Thompson, glared at the boy's toned physique with undisguised lust. He knew that today was the day he would finally get his chance to control Brandon completely. Brandon has always been the best swimmer in the school's team. He has always trained hard and wants to be the very best. Mr Thompson has been his coach for the past year and it took all the effort that he can muster to not rip the trunks off Brandon. The coach couldn't help but admire Brandon's good looks. Brandon is of Chinese-Japanese descent with K-Pop hunky idol vibes and the boy's smooth, tanned skin and chiseled features made him an object of desire for many, including the coach himself. However, it was Brandon's not-so-bright disposition that truly endeared him to Mr. Thompson. Mr Thompson knew that Brandon's simplicity made him more malleable, easier to control. And as he caressed the boy's muscular arms and broad shoulders, he reveled in the power he held over his young charge. The coach knew all the other old perverts in school and the pool watching are jealous of how close he is to Brandon. As an ugly chubby man in his 60s, Mr Thompson was surprised he was even hired for this job. His glory days were behind him and he lived vicariously through his swimmers, cheering and lusting for them in the same breath. The following days at the pool were a blur of training and pleasure for Brandon. Mr. Thompson had insidiously weaselled his way into Brandon's life, both in and out of the pool. As the coach's commands lived within Brandon's mind and the young jock slowly became one of the best in school, reaching new heights of athletic prowess. "You've been improving tremendously, Brandon," Mr. Thompson said after a particularly grueling session. "Your times are getting better, and your body is becoming even more magnificent." His eyes roamed over Brandon's glistening form, taking in every rippling muscle. Brandon grinned, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment wash over him. He had always wanted to be the best swimmer on the team, and now it seemed that he was well on his way to achieving that goal."It's all thanks to you, Coach," Brandon said, his voice dripping with admiration. "Without your guidance, I wouldn't be where I am today." Mr. Thompson smiled, his eyes flickering with scheming. "Yes, Brandon," he purred in his deep baritone. "You ARE doing very well. BUT not yet good enough." Brandon looked crestfallen at Mr Thompson's comment. "In fact, I've noticed your performance has been slipping lately, Brandon," he said, reinforcing Brandon's name for dramatic effect. Mr. Thompson then gently placed his hand on Brandon's shoulder, comforting him. "Hmmm, do you really want to improve and be the best?" A disappointed Brandon could only nod sincerely. Coach Thompson continued to ensnare his innocent charge. "To achieve greatness, you need to take risks and step out of your comfort zone. Are you willing to try anything? Any radical methods? To give it your all?" Brandon hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly. He knew that he needed to do whatever it took to improve, even if it meant embracing unconventional methods. "Meet me in my office." Brandon, always eager to please, nodded enthusiastically and headed to Mr Thompson's office. As Brandon stepped into Mr. Thompson's office, he felt a mix of anxiety and anticipation. He was topless, wearing only his shorts after a grueling training session, and his dripping wet body glistened under the dim lighting. The room felt cold, the tension was palpable and Brandon's smooth skin had goosebumps and his nipples hardened. Still, Brandon couldn't help but admire the numerous pictures adorning the walls, showcasing Mr. Thompson's previous male teen champions. Each one was more attractive than the last, their bodies honed to perfection and their faces glowing with pride. In the corner of the room, Brandon noticed a small picture frame on the coach's desk. He approached it curiously, drawn to the unusual sight. It was a group photo of large, obese men smiling alongside the swim team. The men looked out of place, their bodies starkly contrasting with the toned, athletic figures of the teenagers. Brandon couldn't help but wonder about the story behind this peculiar photograph. As Mr. Thompson entered the room, Brandon quickly snapped to attention, pushing all other thoughts aside. The coach appraised Brandon's toned physique, nodding approvingly. "I'm glad you'd agree to do this, Brandon. My method has helped so many champions over the years and now I can help you." he said, his voice low and commanding. "First take off your shorts." Brandon hesitated for a moment, stunned at the sudden order, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks. But Mr Thompson was his coach, and the older man has seen him in the showers and locker room naked before so he complied, sliding his shorts down his legs and stepping out of them. He stood before Mr. Thompson completely exposed, his heart pounding in his chest. The coach circled him slowly, examining Brandon's body from every angle. Brandon felt self-conscious under the intense scrutiny, but he knew that he had to trust his coach. Mr. Thompson stopped in front of him, gazing into Brandon's eyes. "You're doing well, Brandon," he said softly with a grubby smile. "But you are not yet the champion you think you are." His fingers trailed lightly over Brandon's pecs, sending shivers down the boy's spine. Mr. Thompson had designed a special chair for the now naked Brandon to sit in -- an oversized, reclining throne with built-in speakers and lighting. He instructed Brandon to sit down, lean back, and close his eyes. "Just relax, Brandon," Mr. Thompson purred, his eyes locked onto the boy's exposed, tanned chest. "I'm going to help you reach your full potential as a swimmer. All you have to do is listen to my voice." Brandon felt himself slipping into a trance as Mr. Thompson's voice became deeper and more rhythmic. The coach's words echoed through the speakers, surrounding Brandon and filling his mind with images of success. "You will be a champion, Brandon," Mr. Thompson repeated, his voice now a seductive growl. "You will do anything to win. Anything...all you need is to listen to my words closely." Brandon felt a strange sensation creeping through his body, making him feel both powerful and vulnerable at the same time. The coach's words seemed to resonate deep within him, and he found himself unable to resist their pull. Brandon laid motionless, entranced by Mr. Thompson's hypnotic voice as it echoed through the room. The coach's eyes bore into his, holding the boy captive in a trance-like state. Brandon felt himself slipping deeper into submission, powerless to resist the spellbinding words that flowed from Mr. Thompson's lips. "Brandon, listen to me," Mr. Thompson continued, his voice mesmerizing. "You are a remarkable young man, blessed with talent and beauty. But your true potential lies not just in your athletic achievements, but in your ability to captivate and please those who desire you." Mr. Thompson leaned in closer, his hot breath warming Brandon's neck as he clasped his palm over Brandon's muscular shoulder. "From now on," he whispered, "you will crave an old man's touch. Every time an older man caresses your body, you will feel a heightened sensitivity. You will tingle with excitement you allow an old man hands on your smooth skin. As I touch you, you will become more and more dependent on my control." Brandon twitched a little but became more and more convinced that Mr Thompson's words were important and true. Seeing that Brandon was breathing deeply and in a trance like state, Mr. Thompson moved his hands on Brandon's pecs and issued a series of hypnotic commands designed to reinforce the boy's sensitivity to his touch. "Think of the old, ugly fat men who watch you swim," Mr. Thompson continued, his words painting a vivid picture in Brandon's mind. "You crave their attention, their touch. And you, Brandon, have the power to give them what they want. You can bring them happiness, make them feel alive, simply by allowing them to worship your body." "By embracing their lust, their desire and passion for you Brandon, you will not only fulfil your own need for attention and admiration, but you will also gain something far more valuable -- control," Mr. Thompson whispered in Brandon's ear. "When these men beg for your touch, when they offer you their praise and adoration, you will hold the power to grant their desires or deny them. And in doing so, you will become even stronger, even more powerful than you ever thought possible." Brandon felt his heart racing, his mind reeling from the intensity of Mr. Thompson's words. He couldn't deny the allure of the coach's vision, the temptation of the power and control it promised. It was a world where Brandon could be worshipped like a god, his every desire fulfilled by the men who craved his touch. "In order to achieve this, Brandon," Mr. Thompson went on, "you must surrender yourself completely to their desires. Let them hold you, tease you, touch you, use you, possess you. Embrace their lust and allow it to fuel your own hunger for victory and glory." Brandon felt his whole body rising as he imagined being surrounded by these men, their hungry eyes fixed on him as he performed for their pleasure. The thought both terrified and exhilarated him, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of arousal at the prospect of being the center of their desire. Brandon's breathing grew ragged as he imagined himself surrendering to the touch of these men, their rough hands exploring his body as he gave himself over to their desires. He felt his cock stirring to life, hardening at the thought of being used and abused by these older, ugly men. Brandon desired and wanted to be admired by the men Mr. Thompson described. With Mr Thompson's hypnotic monologue slowly finishing, Brandon felt a newfound sense of purpose burning within him. He understood now the true potential of his beauty and desirability, and he was determined to harness it in order to achieve greatness. With Mr. Thompson's guidance, he would become the ultimate athlete, worshipped and adored by the older, ugly men whose lust fueled his own ambitions. Mr. Thompson ended the session, his hot breath tickling Brandon's ear. "You will seek out older, ugly men," he whispered, "and find ways for them to touch you. The uglier they are, the more you will crave their affection. Start with wearing as little as possible. Go topless and wear only shorts." Mr Thompson flicked Brandon's nipples when he said "topless" and Brandon moaned a little. The session seemed to last both an eternity and no time at all. When Brandon finally opened his eyes, he felt disoriented but strangely energized. He glanced at Mr. Thompson, who was watching him with a satisfied smirk. "How do you feel, Brandon?" the coach asked, running his fingers through the boy's tousled hair. Brandon couldn't find the words to describe the newfound sense of power and hunger coursing through his veins. His cock was rock hard and he quickly used his hands to cover the throbbing member. Mr. Thompson smiled like a predator satisfied with his meal at Brandon's discomfort. Mr Thompson said Brandon was free to leave but reminded him to maintain his regular training schedule and come back the next week for the next session. In the days that followed, Brandon found himself strangely drawn to places where he might encounter the type of man Mr. Thompson had described. As such, instead of the school pool, Brandon frequenting the neighborhood pool, a hub for older, overweight men who sought respite from the blazing sun. He had taken to wearing nothing but a pair of skimpy shorts, just as Mr. Thompson had instructed him. Brandon arrived at the pool in nothing but his shorts, feeling a mix of apprehension and excitement which caused goosebumps to prickle across his skin, making him shiver slightly. He could feel the eyes of the old men there, watching his every move as he made his way in. Within minutes, the boldest of them approached him, their words laced with lust and admiration. "You have such nice muscles. Are you a swimmer?" Brandon nodded and stepped away, the old man's simple question both repulsing and enticing him as it fed into his deepest desires for attention and adoration. As Brandon dove into the pool, he couldn't help but feel a sense of power coursing through him. The old men's gaze followed him as he sliced through the water, their hungry eyes devouring every inch of his perfect body. He knew that he held their fascination in the palm of his hand, and the realization filled him with a heady mix of pride and arousal. After his swim, Brandon lounged by the pool, an elderly man approached him, his gaze fixated on the boy's toned chest. "You must be new here," he said, his voice raspy and low. "I haven't seen you around before." Brandon smiled. All this attention is brand new to him. "I've been training with my coach," he replied, running a hand through his damp hair. "He thought I could benefit from some time in the sun." The old man chuckled, his jowls shaking with mirth. "Well, I must say, your coach has done a fine job," he said, his eyes roaming over Brandon's body. "You look... delicious." Brandon felt his cheeks flush, but he didn't look away. Instead, he flexed his biceps, allowing the man to get a better look, saying "You think so?" The old man's breath quickened, and he licked his lips as if he were about to devour the boy whole. Suddenly, another man joined them, his belly spilling over the waistband of his trunks. "Who do we have here?" he asked, his voice thick with desire. Brandon introduced himself, extending a hand in greeting. The man grasped it firmly, his grip almost painful. "I'm Tom," he said, "and this is my friend, Lloyd." Lloyd nodded, his eyes never leaving Brandon's face. "Pleased to meet you," he croaked, his voice barely audible over the sound of the pool. Tom moved closer, his bulk casting a shadow over Brandon. "We were just wondering if you needed any help with your tan," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You know, making sure you don't miss any spots." Brandon's heart raced as he realized what they were offering. His cock ached, straining against the fabric of his swim shorts. He looked around, conflicted and aroused. He could hear Coach Thompson's voice in his head. "Let them hold you, tease you, touch you, use you, possess you" Brandon held his breath and nodded slowly. "Yes, "I'd like that." The men exchanged knowing glances, their eyes sparkling with excitement. Lloyd quickly reached into his bag, pulling out a bottle of sunscreen. "Come on, kid," he said, patting the space on the lounger next to him. "Let's get started." Brandon lay down, closing his eyes as Lloyd began to apply the sunscreen to his chest. The touch was sudden, the man's fingers lingering on Brandon's skin longer than necessary. Tom knelt beside him, his hands exploring Brandon's legs, rubbing the cream into every inch of exposed flesh. Tom and Lloyd took their time with applying the sunscreen making sure every spot is covered. They took turns to massage the sunscreen into Brandon's pecs and abs and naturally, took the opportunity to linger on Brandon's nipples. Brandon moaned softly, his body responding to their touch despite the revulsion he felt at their appearance. He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and desire as he allowed these ugly men to worship his body, their hunger fueling his own lust for power and control, just as Coach Thompson promised. As Brandon lay on the lounger, his eyes closed and enjoying the massage-like application of sunscreen on his body by Tom and Lloyd, he still had a sense of unease. The two old men had been trying to engage him in constant conversation about his training and free time, but Brandon couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something more to their interest in him than just casual small talk. "So, Brandon," Tom said, his voice low and gruff as he continued rubbing sunscreen onto the boy's legs, "you're quite the swimmer, aren't you? What do you do to keep yourself in such excellent shape?" Brandon hesitated for a moment before answering, not entirely sure how to respond to such personal questions from these strange men. "I just practice a lot, I guess," he mumbled, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Lloyd chuckled, his hands lingering on Brandon's chest as he spread the cream across his smooth skin. "Oh, come on, kid," he said with his lips almost touching Brandon's erect nipples. "You must have some secrets to looking this good. We all want to know." Brandon felt uncomfortable under their scrutiny, but he also couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through him as they touched him. He squirmed slightly, unable to resist the urge to press himself closer to Lloyd's fat lips. Tom leaned in, his gaze intense. "We've worked with boys like you, kid," he murmured. "And let me tell you, you've got what it takes to be a model." Brandon's heart skipped a beat as he realized what they were suggesting. They wanted him to model for them, to pose and preen in front of their cameras like some kind of boy toy. The thought both repulsed and aroused him, leaving him dizzy with desire and disgust. Lloyd must have noticed his confusion, because he leaned in close, his lips brushing against Brandon's ear. "Don't worry, kid," he whispered. "We specialize in beautiful boys like you. You'd be perfect for our next project." Brandon shuddered, his cock hardening at Lloyd's words. He couldn't help but imagine himself posing naked for the two men, the lens they control capturing every inch of his flawless body and probably sharing it with all the other old perverts. The thought made him both sick and excited, his mind reeling with conflicting emotions as he considered the proposition. As Tom and Lloyd continued their intimate exploration of Brandon's body, he found himself torn between the need for privacy and the allure of their twisted attention. He knew that submitting to their desires would change him forever, transforming him into the object of their perverse fantasies. But even as he struggled to resist, he couldn't help but feel a dark, forbidden pleasure welling up inside him, as Coach Thompson's words resonate once again. "Let them touch you". Just as Brandon's heart pounded in anticipation of the next phase of his seduction, his phone suddenly buzzed with an incoming call. It was his mother, wanting to know when he would be ready to leave the pool. The moment was interrupted, and Brandon felt a mix of relief and disappointment. Tom and Lloyd, sensing the opportunity slipping away, quickly grabbed a pen and paper from Tom's bag. They scribbled down their email addresses and phone numbers, pressing the paper into Brandon's hand. "Kid, if you ever want to make some real money, give us a call," Lloyd said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "We know you've got what it takes to be a star." Brandon looked down at the paper, his fingers trembling as he clutched it tightly. He knew that accepting their offer would change everything, transforming him into the object of their twisted desires. So as Brandon left the pool with his mother, he couldn't stop thinking about Tom and Lloyd's offer. Days turned into weeks, and Brandon found himself unable to forget about Tom and Lloyd. Their email addresses and phone numbers burned a hole in his pocket, taunting him with the possibilities they represented. He knew that if he reached out to them, his life would never be the same. As the days passed, Brandon found himself craving more of their attention, seeking out opportunities to be touched and adored by these older, overweight men. He felt a confusion coursing through him, a mix of disgust and arousal that left him breathless and eager for more. With each encounter, he felt himself growing closer to the ultimate goal, the fulfillment of Mr. Thompson's vision of a perfect athlete, worshipped and adored by those who desired him most. --- I love all comments, feedback and conversations at [email protected] </pre> </div></div>
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Date: Fri, 10 Jun 2005 12:10:29 +0100 (BST) From: kick barber Subject: boyzhairstorie: gorgeous blond viktor 2 Boyzhair story by Kick Barber [email protected] (b/m, mast.oral anal hair) Legal things are a personal matter. Respect the copyright and this is for 16+ only. Sometimes you see a gorgeous blond boy who got stuck on your brain. The fantasy does the rest, dream along... Please let me know if your fantasy includes beautiful blonds too.... Comments and suggestions are always very welcome at: [email protected] Gorgeous blond Viktor part 2 Viktor woke up a new life the next morning. Viktor knew he always draw attraction Viktor knew he always got what he wanted Viktor now knew he can make people sex Viktor wanted sex, much, now. Preparing himself to go to his guitar teacher Viktor stood long time for the mirror. Combing his beautiful mop of hair so that he was sure that Rick, the teacher wouldn't wait long to start their new invented game. It made his organ stir even more, but Viktor wanted to wait now to play with him at Rick. The cloth he choose was very colourful and rather tight. His tits were pointing through the yellow sleeveless T-shirt and he skipped his undie to show more of the bulge in the red short pants. The small tight clothes made him look like an even more younger fragile little kid. It was a no school day so Viktor left early for the afternoon to go to Rick. The guitar was mounted on his back, pointing straight up, showing the situation of his prick enlarged. Although Viktor had cancelled the afternoon sessions with his students for Viktor, it was still to early and three 13 year olds were still practising at Rick's studio. When Viktor entered the noisy guitars felt dump immediately . As if the guitars were also overwhelmed by the entrance of the little blond beauty like their owners. Mouths dropped, eyes nervously looked at each other, buts were shifted uneasily. "You're early Viktor" Rick said rapt. "Didn't expect to see you so early, glad to you'd come though" He touched the blond angel to express his gladness. Viktor didn't waist time and hugged himself in his new hero. And to prove the other boys that Rick only existed for Viktor. "Boys, this is Viktor, my newest student. He has a lot of talents and is very eager to learn. Viktor these are the boys you might like to play with in the future." Viktor looked at the boys one for one. Looked straight in their faces, making some of the older boys lowering their eyes. "We'll finish soon, then your lesson can start Viktor!" The boys played their song once more, but a certain fever made their sound instable this time. Their normal hip movements now were more actions of freeing certain tensions. Reluctantly the boys left the studio after a while. The door was closed shut, the curtains lowered. The studio was ready for more lessons. Viktor walked to the mirror to check his hair. He looked at it from several sides and then pushed the sides up to make it look prettier. Rick couldn't wait to join the hands in the hair. "Is it okay I touch it too," he asked carefully. Viktor nodded and pushed his head into his friends hands. Enjoying stroking the boys hair, their bodies came closer, making their love rods stir in imprisonment. "Do you have the money on you?" Viktor asked after a while, referring the game and promise of yesterday. "Of course, I cannot forget a promise for you Viktor!" "Can I search for it?" Shouting "catch me" Rick ran off with Viktor after him. Rick ran straight to the couch and as if he fell by accident ended up lying on it. Viktor didn't waste a moment and started searching all over his friend body, and with his hands in the pockets he now deliberate pinched the warm bulge in it. He learned yesterday the benefits of that warm soft fold. Rick indulged the fast, hot body search of the tiny little boy all over him, trying to touch or kiss the blond hairs whenever the head was near. "I can't find it, where did you put it then?" Viktor always wanted to be answered straight on command. "You forget one pocket in my pants, my boy, there it is!" Viktor looked puzzled. He saw Rick looks at his zipper and immediately started opening it. First he saw Rick's organ, rising up from its captivity and the balls. Fresh soft shaven, ready to be touched by little hands on the search for the treasure. "that's mean, you put it near your balls!" Viktor laughed. He now understood that their game search the money was hot. Viktor found the ten dollar bill pretty soon. "It's yours Viktor" Rick expected Viktor to be amazed for the amount. But Viktor though just smelled it and put it in his pocket. When he saw Rick's hard on he told Rick to take his pants off. Rick took it down and laid back on the couch, waiting for Viktor's waiting for the boys next initiative. Examining the beautiful prick, now stirring up, begging for attention Viktor slowly touched the huge thing. At once he remembered how he loved to brush his hair upon his prick and in a wild movement he plunged his head on Rick's loins and start brushing his great blond mop all over the hip, the prick and the balls of Rick. It became a wilder and wilder game. Viktor let travel his nose and lips over the inner legs not knowing how exciting it was for his victim. At the end Rick pulled his little boys head up, kissed it firmly and said: "Not so hastily Vik, my game will be over in a whipped" "Do you have sex then Rick, I can't wait to see it" Viktor wanted to start again his blond massage. "Wait, take our pants off then before you continue, you'll feel better" Rick pleaded. If he had to come so fast, it better be with Viktor's toy in sight too. Viktor hesitated, why all that trouble if you're enjoying it already. But to please his big friend he admitted to do his wish for this time. Quickly he took his tight pants of. Rick saw the undie-less result with great eyes: the little mans cock was thin but so long...... standing straight forward. His butt tickled thinking of the other games to follow. Again Viktor jumped his head and hair on Ricks prick. Rick stroke wildly the boys head and moaned at the sight of the wonder boy raging on his love spots. "Turn around boy, let me feel you too" Rick pushed the still raging boy around till the boys knees reached his shoulder. No his lips softly kissed the exposed love crack of little Viktor. The boy sighed loudly when the lips kissed it and when the tongue explored more of it Viktor screamed of joy. "Go on, don't stop , more, more" he shouted between loud groans. A totally new experience overcame the small boy. His body twisted and Rick had to hold the buttocks firmly in his hand to proceed the love treatment. Having made the channel wet Rick now pushed a finger in it making the boy reaction wilder and wilder. Lowering his head he was able to catch the long thing prick in his mouth and with his tongue and lips he gave the next treat new to his little lover. Viktor never knew so much hot feelings could fill a little boy. He wiggled and moaned and uttered not to stop. While pounding his head still wilder on the other side he had some great explosions in his loin, not stopping soon like usual. Now little Viktor was exhausted, he turned around once more and crawled in the arms of his great strong friend. He felt like crying for joy and responded to the kisses of Rick. Their lips got stuck and the tongues played an endless wild game. His legs enclosed tightly Rick's prick, who was reacting rather pumping. "I want to see you make sex Rick, when does your sperm come??" "Not long from now, little sweet, you already made my drum stick prick ready to shoot! Why don't you hold it to have it coming?" Slowly Viktor moved on his knees between Rick's legs, Rick sat up and had the little boy between his knees, still able to kiss and stroke the now bewildered hairdo of his love angel. Looking at the prick and touching it Viktor studied the anatomy of this secret body part. It was full activity and one hand of Rick came to help to set the pace. Soon Viktor took the rhythm over and together they milked it to a climax. Throwing his hips high up Rick unloaded his prick with the little boy still hanging over it. Viktor didn't pull back by the sight of this ultimo deed of love, Rick needed the little boys head also to hold tight to control his laying position during the ejaculations. The sperm fountained high up, ending on Viktor's face and in his hair. Now Rick took the boys head and smeared his huge load of sperm all over the boys head and in his hair and start licking his own sperm from the boys face. Also Viktor tried to catch with his tongue the sperm his friend so eagerly licked from his face. All this action had made his prick ready again for a next game, like little boys can do it so often they want. But his partner Rick now seemed to be a little bit exhausted. So Viktor walked to the mirror and looked at his hair. With the sperm in it, it was just like gel and he grinned making a new hairdo, hold by the white new smelly gel. His thin long prick was ready now for a new exercise. It was another looking boy running back to the his sex machine friend to let his prick have another go. "Please Rick, suck my dick again, it was so good!" "Did you like your butt massage too?" "Yes, do it all again Rick, do it now!" Rick carried the small boy on the couch, raised his tiny legs over his shoulder and start fondling the little boys butt, sack and prick again. The smell of the boys secret hole drove him crazy, despite his outburst. His tongue went deep in the hole and tried to find the boy's trigger spot. Loud moaning proved he reached his goal, now his hands massaged the prick and balls and little Viktor shuttered his head for joy commanding to go on. He put his hands on his friends head to force him to do so. This full treatment caused a second long outburst of spastic spurts all over the little boys abdomen. Now Viktor was ready for a longer rest too, Rick fetched some soda from the fridge and both cuddled on the couch. Viktor played with the blond hair once more, almost ready for the next bang. "Did I do sex now too? " Viktor asked. "O yes, you're a good sexinstrument too, the best I know Viktor" Rick reassured his little friend. "But why don't I get then sperm?" "It will come when you're older, but you can feel it coming, don't you?" "Why did you put your finger in my hole Rick?" "Didn't it feel nice? Later may be I'll can put my dick in it, you will love it when I screw your but!" "Really Rick? And can I screw your but then too?" Rick knew he was where he wanted, the long thin straight prick of Viktor should feel great in his but. The afternoon only just started, what fun could there be more this afternoon? Want more? Let me know! [email protected]
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Fri, 10 Jun 2005 12:10:29 +0100 (BST) From: kick barber <[email protected]> Subject: boyzhairstorie: gorgeous blond viktor 2 Boyzhair story by Kick Barber [email protected] (b/m, mast.oral anal hair) Legal things are a personal matter. Respect the copyright and this is for 16+ only. Sometimes you see a gorgeous blond boy who got stuck on your brain. The fantasy does the rest, dream along... Please let me know if your fantasy includes beautiful blonds too.... Comments and suggestions are always very welcome at: [email protected] Gorgeous blond Viktor part 2 Viktor woke up a new life the next morning. Viktor knew he always draw attraction Viktor knew he always got what he wanted Viktor now knew he can make people sex Viktor wanted sex, much, now. Preparing himself to go to his guitar teacher Viktor stood long time for the mirror. Combing his beautiful mop of hair so that he was sure that Rick, the teacher wouldn't wait long to start their new invented game. It made his organ stir even more, but Viktor wanted to wait now to play with him at Rick. The cloth he choose was very colourful and rather tight. His tits were pointing through the yellow sleeveless T-shirt and he skipped his undie to show more of the bulge in the red short pants. The small tight clothes made him look like an even more younger fragile little kid. It was a no school day so Viktor left early for the afternoon to go to Rick. The guitar was mounted on his back, pointing straight up, showing the situation of his prick enlarged. Although Viktor had cancelled the afternoon sessions with his students for Viktor, it was still to early and three 13 year olds were still practising at Rick's studio. When Viktor entered the noisy guitars felt dump immediately . As if the guitars were also overwhelmed by the entrance of the little blond beauty like their owners. Mouths dropped, eyes nervously looked at each other, buts were shifted uneasily. "You're early Viktor" Rick said rapt. "Didn't expect to see you so early, glad to you'd come though" He touched the blond angel to express his gladness. Viktor didn't waist time and hugged himself in his new hero. And to prove the other boys that Rick only existed for Viktor. "Boys, this is Viktor, my newest student. He has a lot of talents and is very eager to learn. Viktor these are the boys you might like to play with in the future." Viktor looked at the boys one for one. Looked straight in their faces, making some of the older boys lowering their eyes. "We'll finish soon, then your lesson can start Viktor!" The boys played their song once more, but a certain fever made their sound instable this time. Their normal hip movements now were more actions of freeing certain tensions. Reluctantly the boys left the studio after a while. The door was closed shut, the curtains lowered. The studio was ready for more lessons. Viktor walked to the mirror to check his hair. He looked at it from several sides and then pushed the sides up to make it look prettier. Rick couldn't wait to join the hands in the hair. "Is it okay I touch it too," he asked carefully. Viktor nodded and pushed his head into his friends hands. Enjoying stroking the boys hair, their bodies came closer, making their love rods stir in imprisonment. "Do you have the money on you?" Viktor asked after a while, referring the game and promise of yesterday. "Of course, I cannot forget a promise for you Viktor!" "Can I search for it?" Shouting "catch me" Rick ran off with Viktor after him. Rick ran straight to the couch and as if he fell by accident ended up lying on it. Viktor didn't waste a moment and started searching all over his friend body, and with his hands in the pockets he now deliberate pinched the warm bulge in it. He learned yesterday the benefits of that warm soft fold. Rick indulged the fast, hot body search of the tiny little boy all over him, trying to touch or kiss the blond hairs whenever the head was near. "I can't find it, where did you put it then?" Viktor always wanted to be answered straight on command. "You forget one pocket in my pants, my boy, there it is!" Viktor looked puzzled. He saw Rick looks at his zipper and immediately started opening it. First he saw Rick's organ, rising up from its captivity and the balls. Fresh soft shaven, ready to be touched by little hands on the search for the treasure. "that's mean, you put it near your balls!" Viktor laughed. He now understood that their game search the money was hot. Viktor found the ten dollar bill pretty soon. "It's yours Viktor" Rick expected Viktor to be amazed for the amount. But Viktor though just smelled it and put it in his pocket. When he saw Rick's hard on he told Rick to take his pants off. Rick took it down and laid back on the couch, waiting for Viktor's waiting for the boys next initiative. Examining the beautiful prick, now stirring up, begging for attention Viktor slowly touched the huge thing. At once he remembered how he loved to brush his hair upon his prick and in a wild movement he plunged his head on Rick's loins and start brushing his great blond mop all over the hip, the prick and the balls of Rick. It became a wilder and wilder game. Viktor let travel his nose and lips over the inner legs not knowing how exciting it was for his victim. At the end Rick pulled his little boys head up, kissed it firmly and said: "Not so hastily Vik, my game will be over in a whipped" "Do you have sex then Rick, I can't wait to see it" Viktor wanted to start again his blond massage. "Wait, take our pants off then before you continue, you'll feel better" Rick pleaded. If he had to come so fast, it better be with Viktor's toy in sight too. Viktor hesitated, why all that trouble if you're enjoying it already. But to please his big friend he admitted to do his wish for this time. Quickly he took his tight pants of. Rick saw the undie-less result with great eyes: the little mans cock was thin but so long...... standing straight forward. His butt tickled thinking of the other games to follow. Again Viktor jumped his head and hair on Ricks prick. Rick stroke wildly the boys head and moaned at the sight of the wonder boy raging on his love spots. "Turn around boy, let me feel you too" Rick pushed the still raging boy around till the boys knees reached his shoulder. No his lips softly kissed the exposed love crack of little Viktor. The boy sighed loudly when the lips kissed it and when the tongue explored more of it Viktor screamed of joy. "Go on, don't stop , more, more" he shouted between loud groans. A totally new experience overcame the small boy. His body twisted and Rick had to hold the buttocks firmly in his hand to proceed the love treatment. Having made the channel wet Rick now pushed a finger in it making the boy reaction wilder and wilder. Lowering his head he was able to catch the long thing prick in his mouth and with his tongue and lips he gave the next treat new to his little lover. Viktor never knew so much hot feelings could fill a little boy. He wiggled and moaned and uttered not to stop. While pounding his head still wilder on the other side he had some great explosions in his loin, not stopping soon like usual. Now little Viktor was exhausted, he turned around once more and crawled in the arms of his great strong friend. He felt like crying for joy and responded to the kisses of Rick. Their lips got stuck and the tongues played an endless wild game. His legs enclosed tightly Rick's prick, who was reacting rather pumping. "I want to see you make sex Rick, when does your sperm come??" "Not long from now, little sweet, you already made my drum stick prick ready to shoot! Why don't you hold it to have it coming?" Slowly Viktor moved on his knees between Rick's legs, Rick sat up and had the little boy between his knees, still able to kiss and stroke the now bewildered hairdo of his love angel. Looking at the prick and touching it Viktor studied the anatomy of this secret body part. It was full activity and one hand of Rick came to help to set the pace. Soon Viktor took the rhythm over and together they milked it to a climax. Throwing his hips high up Rick unloaded his prick with the little boy still hanging over it. Viktor didn't pull back by the sight of this ultimo deed of love, Rick needed the little boys head also to hold tight to control his laying position during the ejaculations. The sperm fountained high up, ending on Viktor's face and in his hair. Now Rick took the boys head and smeared his huge load of sperm all over the boys head and in his hair and start licking his own sperm from the boys face. Also Viktor tried to catch with his tongue the sperm his friend so eagerly licked from his face. All this action had made his prick ready again for a next game, like little boys can do it so often they want. But his partner Rick now seemed to be a little bit exhausted. So Viktor walked to the mirror and looked at his hair. With the sperm in it, it was just like gel and he grinned making a new hairdo, hold by the white new smelly gel. His thin long prick was ready now for a new exercise. It was another looking boy running back to the his sex machine friend to let his prick have another go. "Please Rick, suck my dick again, it was so good!" "Did you like your butt massage too?" "Yes, do it all again Rick, do it now!" Rick carried the small boy on the couch, raised his tiny legs over his shoulder and start fondling the little boys butt, sack and prick again. The smell of the boys secret hole drove him crazy, despite his outburst. His tongue went deep in the hole and tried to find the boy's trigger spot. Loud moaning proved he reached his goal, now his hands massaged the prick and balls and little Viktor shuttered his head for joy commanding to go on. He put his hands on his friends head to force him to do so. This full treatment caused a second long outburst of spastic spurts all over the little boys abdomen. Now Viktor was ready for a longer rest too, Rick fetched some soda from the fridge and both cuddled on the couch. Viktor played with the blond hair once more, almost ready for the next bang. "Did I do sex now too? " Viktor asked. "O yes, you're a good sexinstrument too, the best I know Viktor" Rick reassured his little friend. "But why don't I get then sperm?" "It will come when you're older, but you can feel it coming, don't you?" "Why did you put your finger in my hole Rick?" "Didn't it feel nice? Later may be I'll can put my dick in it, you will love it when I screw your but!" "Really Rick? And can I screw your but then too?" Rick knew he was where he wanted, the long thin straight prick of Viktor should feel great in his but. The afternoon only just started, what fun could there be more this afternoon? Want more? Let me know! [email protected] </[email protected]> </div></div>
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Date: Tue, 16 Jan 2024 15:22:40 -0700 From: Bill Baker <[email protected]> Subject: Brian's Tale, Chapter 6 Life change (Gay Adult/Youth) Reader Warning; This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males older and younger than 18. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states, and some countries, you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, by the author, without the consent of the author or his designated legal staff. Remember unprotected sex is dangerous, always practice safe sex. Don't forget to donate to Nifty. Help keep these stories free and available! Support Nifty. Do you like it or not, any suggestions? Let me know ... [email protected] Last Time; That was the last class for the year, we held the school from November to April because those were usually the worst weather months in the season, when we could train for the worst situation hoping to never have to use our training but ready for anything. I had spent just over two years at the rescue school so far and was looking to get back to a regular rescue station on my next assignment. I took two weeks leave and headed to the Farm. Life changes, 06 When I got to the house there were lots of people there and I wondered what was up. Brian must have seen me drive up because he came running out to my truck, and I could see he had been crying. He was so upset he was not making sense at all, so I grabbed him in a bear hug telling him to just calm down, tell me what has happened. When Terry saw us in the front yard, he rushed out the front door saying, I've been trying to call you for a day now, where have you been? Driving here I said what happened? Dad Died of a massive heart attack yesterday he blurted out, then joined Brian and me hugging each other. We stood there crying for what seemed like for ever before David came out the front door saying damn, I'm glad you're here. The 4 of us moved into the dining room sat at the table and the boys and David told me what had happened. Brian was at school and Terry was doing his job at the cheese factory when their dad had a massive heart attack digging a hole to replace a fence post. He died there in the field with in sight of the house. Brian and cousin Pete found him while walking to the milking barn after school. We finally got all the visitors and well wishers out of the house, moved to the living room all the while reminiscing about the last 6 years. Brian was 19 and a Sr. in high school, Terry had stayed on the farm after school then 8 months ago started working at the cheese factory working his way to a floor supervisor. David had started a computer repair shop in town and was becoming a valued member of the community. He headed for bed just after 2am. What about the cows I asked? Cousin Nick and Pete were taking care of the evening milking, so I told the boys I would help in the morning, then we all headed to our rooms. An hour after it was quiet in the house, I was still wide awake, remembering old times when Terry came into my room slid into bed beside me. Can I just snuggle for a while he asked? Moments later Brian came in trying to look brave but I could see his eyes were full of tears. I turned the covers back for him to slide in beside me on the other side. We all fell asleep snuggling together. That morning, after finishing milking, I called my command letting them know what had happened, then requested 30 days leave so I could be at the farm. The Commanding office told me to take up to 60 days if I needed, because I have the time on the books and not to worry about anything but family. He said to keep him apprised of what was happening and we would work things out as they came. A week later the Commander of the services personnel office called me letting me know that I was Number One on the Senior chief advancement list and would be awarded the rank of BMCS, Boatswain mate Chief Senior, pay grade E-8, the first part of next month. That three years you were assigned to the buoy tender fleet doing aids to navigation as a first class, in a chief's billet, gave you the sea time you needed for a command position. You need to put in a request for a new duty assignment; and by the way, this is not known yet but, the Garibaldi rescue station will need a new Co. in two months time. Seeing as you started your career there as a Seaman recruit, and your career has been leading you to a station command assignment, I thought you should know, this is unofficial of course. I thanked him saying I will drop by for an informal meeting with the station chief in the next couple of days, I will act shocked and surprised if he says anything about his leaving. Don't bother, he asked me to tell you that he was retiring, and if I had a chance to, let you know personally, He wants you to take over. That night I told the boys and David about the opening at the rescue station and they were jumping for joy. Its not a done deal I reminded them and you have to keep this quiet, no body can find out, because the chief's retirement will be a sudden, and shocking announcement to the station and the service, for personal reasons. I'm going to see him and his wife this weekend for lunch in town, so silence is the word, not even the cousins can know, any slip can ruin the hole thing . The boys still watch TV or a movie before bed usually with minimal clothing on. During the summer we installed a big screen TV out in the pool yard under the roof, out of any weather, the boys found an outdoor couch, rugs and so on so all summer we could be in the pool yard, naked of course watching our evening shows. Brian had said several times the past weeks; Patrick shame on you", you went and got a tan line, we just have to start all over again fixing that situation, as he pulled my nylon shorts down and off, revealing nothing but my engorged man toy, waiting to be played with. Of course, Terry snuck up on Brian, pulled his shorts down and off, into the hot tub we all went, each one got blown and fucked that afternoon. Not much work got done before milking. After the 6pm milking Terry told me that he was going to quit his job at the cheese factory, spend time putting the farm back in order. Lots to be done, starting with a "new milking barn" and "all new refrigerated milk storage room". Then a new "big barn" for hay and equipment plus a new, he giggled saying, "cow shit energy plant", for making sellable "Methane Gas" that will eventually be used to power the farm, and one day every farm in our valley. Woah, that's all the things your dad wanted to do but he never could get the monies together to do any of it. He would talk about his dream for this valley all the time during our late-night bull sessions, how do you plan on doing that, and If I can help just let me know how? Dad had a 2-million-dollar insurance policy that was a double indemnity plan, if he should die working on the farm. I just got a call from our lawyer telling me we will get a check for over 4 million dollars soon. Our lawyer has already set up a trust fund for Brains collage and up to 3 grand kids collage funds, years ago which can be fully funded now. I; no, we will be reading dads will for the first time on Monday and he said you and David have to be there too.
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> <pre>Date: Tue, 16 Jan 2024 15:22:40 -0700 From: Bill Baker &lt;[email protected]&gt; Subject: Brian's Tale, Chapter 6 Life change (Gay Adult/Youth) Reader Warning; This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males older and younger than 18. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states, and some countries, you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, by the author, without the consent of the author or his designated legal staff. Remember unprotected sex is dangerous, always practice safe sex. Don't forget to donate to Nifty. Help keep these stories free and available! Support Nifty. Do you like it or not, any suggestions? Let me know ... [email protected] Last Time; That was the last class for the year, we held the school from November to April because those were usually the worst weather months in the season, when we could train for the worst situation hoping to never have to use our training but ready for anything. I had spent just over two years at the rescue school so far and was looking to get back to a regular rescue station on my next assignment. I took two weeks leave and headed to the Farm. Life changes, 06 When I got to the house there were lots of people there and I wondered what was up. Brian must have seen me drive up because he came running out to my truck, and I could see he had been crying. He was so upset he was not making sense at all, so I grabbed him in a bear hug telling him to just calm down, tell me what has happened. When Terry saw us in the front yard, he rushed out the front door saying, I've been trying to call you for a day now, where have you been? Driving here I said what happened? Dad Died of a massive heart attack yesterday he blurted out, then joined Brian and me hugging each other. We stood there crying for what seemed like for ever before David came out the front door saying damn, I'm glad you're here. The 4 of us moved into the dining room sat at the table and the boys and David told me what had happened. Brian was at school and Terry was doing his job at the cheese factory when their dad had a massive heart attack digging a hole to replace a fence post. He died there in the field with in sight of the house. Brian and cousin Pete found him while walking to the milking barn after school. We finally got all the visitors and well wishers out of the house, moved to the living room all the while reminiscing about the last 6 years. Brian was 19 and a Sr. in high school, Terry had stayed on the farm after school then 8 months ago started working at the cheese factory working his way to a floor supervisor. David had started a computer repair shop in town and was becoming a valued member of the community. He headed for bed just after 2am. What about the cows I asked? Cousin Nick and Pete were taking care of the evening milking, so I told the boys I would help in the morning, then we all headed to our rooms. An hour after it was quiet in the house, I was still wide awake, remembering old times when Terry came into my room slid into bed beside me. Can I just snuggle for a while he asked? Moments later Brian came in trying to look brave but I could see his eyes were full of tears. I turned the covers back for him to slide in beside me on the other side. We all fell asleep snuggling together. That morning, after finishing milking, I called my command letting them know what had happened, then requested 30 days leave so I could be at the farm. The Commanding office told me to take up to 60 days if I needed, because I have the time on the books and not to worry about anything but family. He said to keep him apprised of what was happening and we would work things out as they came. A week later the Commander of the services personnel office called me letting me know that I was Number One on the Senior chief advancement list and would be awarded the rank of BMCS, Boatswain mate Chief Senior, pay grade E-8, the first part of next month. That three years you were assigned to the buoy tender fleet doing aids to navigation as a first class, in a chief's billet, gave you the sea time you needed for a command position. You need to put in a request for a new duty assignment; and by the way, this is not known yet but, the Garibaldi rescue station will need a new Co. in two months time. Seeing as you started your career there as a Seaman recruit, and your career has been leading you to a station command assignment, I thought you should know, this is unofficial of course. I thanked him saying I will drop by for an informal meeting with the station chief in the next couple of days, I will act shocked and surprised if he says anything about his leaving. Don't bother, he asked me to tell you that he was retiring, and if I had a chance to, let you know personally, He wants you to take over. That night I told the boys and David about the opening at the rescue station and they were jumping for joy. Its not a done deal I reminded them and you have to keep this quiet, no body can find out, because the chief's retirement will be a sudden, and shocking announcement to the station and the service, for personal reasons. I'm going to see him and his wife this weekend for lunch in town, so silence is the word, not even the cousins can know, any slip can ruin the hole thing . The boys still watch TV or a movie before bed usually with minimal clothing on. During the summer we installed a big screen TV out in the pool yard under the roof, out of any weather, the boys found an outdoor couch, rugs and so on so all summer we could be in the pool yard, naked of course watching our evening shows. Brian had said several times the past weeks; Patrick shame on you", you went and got a tan line, we just have to start all over again fixing that situation, as he pulled my nylon shorts down and off, revealing nothing but my engorged man toy, waiting to be played with. Of course, Terry snuck up on Brian, pulled his shorts down and off, into the hot tub we all went, each one got blown and fucked that afternoon. Not much work got done before milking. After the 6pm milking Terry told me that he was going to quit his job at the cheese factory, spend time putting the farm back in order. Lots to be done, starting with a "new milking barn" and "all new refrigerated milk storage room". Then a new "big barn" for hay and equipment plus a new, he giggled saying, "cow shit energy plant", for making sellable "Methane Gas" that will eventually be used to power the farm, and one day every farm in our valley. Woah, that's all the things your dad wanted to do but he never could get the monies together to do any of it. He would talk about his dream for this valley all the time during our late-night bull sessions, how do you plan on doing that, and If I can help just let me know how? Dad had a 2-million-dollar insurance policy that was a double indemnity plan, if he should die working on the farm. I just got a call from our lawyer telling me we will get a check for over 4 million dollars soon. Our lawyer has already set up a trust fund for Brains collage and up to 3 grand kids collage funds, years ago which can be fully funded now. I; no, we will be reading dads will for the first time on Monday and he said you and David have to be there too. </pre> </div></div>
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Date: Sat, 12 Feb 2005 21:30:59 +0000 (GMT) From: kick barber Subject: story boyzhairstories Shy StevenB. part 4 M/t/b, first time, oral, anal, hair) Special thanks to my friend Chaim who helped. Legal things are a personal matter. Respect the copyright and this is for 16+ only. Comments and suggestions are always very welcome at:[email protected] Shy Steven B. part 4 Steven was a sexual experienced boy since only two days. His lessons with his new piano teacher had changed his whole life. Once shy and not popular Steven now was hunted by horny schoolmates since he discovered his seductive way of hair style and behaviour. Only the second day already he had a new friend Kevin, so glued to him that even his short interval with his beloved young piano teacher couldn't with hold Kevin to come back and have a go in his love nest near a bar. A love nest where Kevin, the hot rent boy already made many photo's and video's. They went to see his little brother Richard - 11- who was visiting his new friend 9 year old Jamie. Kevin suspected the two boys know how to entertain each other. Since Kevin was a popular boy for older boys since his 6th, he nowadays loved to initiate young little horny boys in the pleasure of sex. He was proud he was the first to deflower shy Steven that afternoon, but he wondered if there was a chance for him to play with little Jamie too. When they entered the side entrance and Jamie's house they could hear the sounds of boys playing, although it wasn't play-mobile, or a Q-box. Slowly the two boys entered the basement and carefully walked to the sounds they heard. When they looked around in a corner they saw two very little horny boys jacking off there cocks while grabbing and striking each others hair. In turns they sucked their pricks and their fingers were exploring the little butts. Steven had to hold Kevin, this angel Jamie he had already admired at his piano teacher, sitting so close that Steven grew a bulge watching them. And now the same boy was shameless giving himself to another little boy, slightly taller them himself. Despite all the screwing that day his lust fired up again seeing the boys having such fun. Kevin said loud - with a voice as if he sees things like that daily -: "Hi guys. Having a good time? Any objection Steven and me looking at your play?" Jamie and Richard looked up, not to much surprised seeing boys they met before. "You are too early, that is not fair!" Richard protested his brother's early arrival. "May be we can help you with your home work, we thought" Kevin responded laughing. The two big boys now walked to the little naked beauties. Kevin started to stroke little Jamie and found the hot spots pretty soon. Richard, mad at his brother for coming early and taken over Jamie without a word now moved to Steven to find his relief. As usual Richard could make anybody hot as hell within seconds. He wanted to show his bossy brother he was as good or may be better. Steven had no chance, this little boy wanted him totally. Richard pushed the amazed Steven to the wall, ripped his pants down and started sucking his prick with all his might. Using his tongue around the prick head and up and down the stem he drove Steven shivering all over. Steven never had a suck in standing position. He looked down to the wonderful mop of hair with the beauty sucking his prick, surprised with so much pleasure feelings. His hands holding and stroking the hair of his little admirer. Kevin took standing Jamie in front of him, ready to explore the little boy's butt. He made him bent slightly to explore his love tunnel entrance. He realized that his little horny brother had deflowered the little prince already, but was sure that his big prick should give more excitement in the very small hole. He could prepare this little boy for the horny piano teacher as he did to Steven! When Jamie start feeling the big thing in his butt he didn't cry this time. It hurt, but he knew to relax and knew that the pain should disappear soon. Kevin was amazed that his brutal plunging in the tiny butt didn't raise any protest. So far his deflowering wasn't the success he liked, but never he had felt such a narrow tunnel to have his prick stimulated. Jamie felt at ease after a while and when the long prick massaged his glands more then he ever felt, his sucking butt movements and wiggling made Kevin scream from joy! There wasn't much left of the self conscientious Kevin, Jamie had taken over. His intruder wanted to fuck but he wanted to be fucked as usual quickly. Moving his hips as fast as always and pressing his butt he took Kevin's hands and let them wank his own organ too. With all this wonderful things around his gland he wanted to exploded too. "Let's come together Kevin, that's fun!" Jamie now was the director of their wild love play. Both boys start making noises of an coming explosion. All plans Kevin had in mind to play endless games with the little wild kid just ended in one big explosion in the narrow tiny butt of his little brother's friend. "AaaRRRRGhhhg, YeeeEEEE, GGrrrgh, UUHhh, Ahh, yeeeee, " they both sang. Also Steven was ready for another shooting, despite it was the fourth already that day. Richard was so busy working on all his hot spots, some of one he didn't know their existence at all! Steven was still looking at the hard working little boy kissing, sucking and touching him down under and kept fondling that lovely hair. He did want to tell the little boy to be ready for his load but it came all at once in one big gulf. The little boy loved to swallow it, it seemed! Now Steven realised that little Richard also would love to have his prick sucked at least and sat down for the exhausted small boy, now hanging against the wall. In his natural soft slow sucking way he drove little Richard mad. But the result was enormous. After so much sex Richard still produced a big load for his brother's friend he'd never met before. Four boys were relaxing now. Kevin ordered his brother to go and get some booze somewhere. But all Jamie could offer were some soft drinks. Well accepted by all four. Slowly they dressed and start playing the table football and pool table. When Jamie's mother arrived she was excited to see four smart kids playing together, with a big brother Kevin who nicely came to collect his little brother together with this nice young fellow she slightly recognized from Jamie's piano lessons. Then the boys left and made plans for the Saturday to help Jim at the house. Read it all in part 5 Comments and reaction or suggestions mail [email protected]
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Sat, 12 Feb 2005 21:30:59 +0000 (GMT) From: kick barber <[email protected]> Subject: story boyzhairstories Shy StevenB. part 4 M/t/b, first time, oral, anal, hair) Special thanks to my friend Chaim who helped. Legal things are a personal matter. Respect the copyright and this is for 16+ only. Comments and suggestions are always very welcome at:[email protected] Shy Steven B. part 4 Steven was a sexual experienced boy since only two days. His lessons with his new piano teacher had changed his whole life. Once shy and not popular Steven now was hunted by horny schoolmates since he discovered his seductive way of hair style and behaviour. Only the second day already he had a new friend Kevin, so glued to him that even his short interval with his beloved young piano teacher couldn't with hold Kevin to come back and have a go in his love nest near a bar. A love nest where Kevin, the hot rent boy already made many photo's and video's. They went to see his little brother Richard - 11- who was visiting his new friend 9 year old Jamie. Kevin suspected the two boys know how to entertain each other. Since Kevin was a popular boy for older boys since his 6th, he nowadays loved to initiate young little horny boys in the pleasure of sex. He was proud he was the first to deflower shy Steven that afternoon, but he wondered if there was a chance for him to play with little Jamie too. When they entered the side entrance and Jamie's house they could hear the sounds of boys playing, although it wasn't play-mobile, or a Q-box. Slowly the two boys entered the basement and carefully walked to the sounds they heard. When they looked around in a corner they saw two very little horny boys jacking off there cocks while grabbing and striking each others hair. In turns they sucked their pricks and their fingers were exploring the little butts. Steven had to hold Kevin, this angel Jamie he had already admired at his piano teacher, sitting so close that Steven grew a bulge watching them. And now the same boy was shameless giving himself to another little boy, slightly taller them himself. Despite all the screwing that day his lust fired up again seeing the boys having such fun. Kevin said loud - with a voice as if he sees things like that daily -: "Hi guys. Having a good time? Any objection Steven and me looking at your play?" Jamie and Richard looked up, not to much surprised seeing boys they met before. "You are too early, that is not fair!" Richard protested his brother's early arrival. "May be we can help you with your home work, we thought" Kevin responded laughing. The two big boys now walked to the little naked beauties. Kevin started to stroke little Jamie and found the hot spots pretty soon. Richard, mad at his brother for coming early and taken over Jamie without a word now moved to Steven to find his relief. As usual Richard could make anybody hot as hell within seconds. He wanted to show his bossy brother he was as good or may be better. Steven had no chance, this little boy wanted him totally. Richard pushed the amazed Steven to the wall, ripped his pants down and started sucking his prick with all his might. Using his tongue around the prick head and up and down the stem he drove Steven shivering all over. Steven never had a suck in standing position. He looked down to the wonderful mop of hair with the beauty sucking his prick, surprised with so much pleasure feelings. His hands holding and stroking the hair of his little admirer. Kevin took standing Jamie in front of him, ready to explore the little boy's butt. He made him bent slightly to explore his love tunnel entrance. He realized that his little horny brother had deflowered the little prince already, but was sure that his big prick should give more excitement in the very small hole. He could prepare this little boy for the horny piano teacher as he did to Steven! When Jamie start feeling the big thing in his butt he didn't cry this time. It hurt, but he knew to relax and knew that the pain should disappear soon. Kevin was amazed that his brutal plunging in the tiny butt didn't raise any protest. So far his deflowering wasn't the success he liked, but never he had felt such a narrow tunnel to have his prick stimulated. Jamie felt at ease after a while and when the long prick massaged his glands more then he ever felt, his sucking butt movements and wiggling made Kevin scream from joy! There wasn't much left of the self conscientious Kevin, Jamie had taken over. His intruder wanted to fuck but he wanted to be fucked as usual quickly. Moving his hips as fast as always and pressing his butt he took Kevin's hands and let them wank his own organ too. With all this wonderful things around his gland he wanted to exploded too. "Let's come together Kevin, that's fun!" Jamie now was the director of their wild love play. Both boys start making noises of an coming explosion. All plans Kevin had in mind to play endless games with the little wild kid just ended in one big explosion in the narrow tiny butt of his little brother's friend. "AaaRRRRGhhhg, YeeeEEEE, GGrrrgh, UUHhh, Ahh, yeeeee, " they both sang. Also Steven was ready for another shooting, despite it was the fourth already that day. Richard was so busy working on all his hot spots, some of one he didn't know their existence at all! Steven was still looking at the hard working little boy kissing, sucking and touching him down under and kept fondling that lovely hair. He did want to tell the little boy to be ready for his load but it came all at once in one big gulf. The little boy loved to swallow it, it seemed! Now Steven realised that little Richard also would love to have his prick sucked at least and sat down for the exhausted small boy, now hanging against the wall. In his natural soft slow sucking way he drove little Richard mad. But the result was enormous. After so much sex Richard still produced a big load for his brother's friend he'd never met before. Four boys were relaxing now. Kevin ordered his brother to go and get some booze somewhere. But all Jamie could offer were some soft drinks. Well accepted by all four. Slowly they dressed and start playing the table football and pool table. When Jamie's mother arrived she was excited to see four smart kids playing together, with a big brother Kevin who nicely came to collect his little brother together with this nice young fellow she slightly recognized from Jamie's piano lessons. Then the boys left and made plans for the Saturday to help Jim at the house. Read it all in part 5 Comments and reaction or suggestions mail [email protected] </[email protected]> </div></div>
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Date: Sat, 12 Feb 2005 18:21:46 +0000 (GMT) From: kick barber Subject: story boyzhair stories Jamies hairaffair part 4 Eric finds his dream boy Jamie. Jamie never slept so well after another day of new sexual experiences with his friend Richard and new friends they made, like Fred the swim guard.. Being only a little boy, Jamie just reacted whatever his little horny body made him do. He was surprised that so many boys and friends wanted to play with his treasure! He couldn't wait the new day when he agreed to meet Eric, the hairdresser trainee. No school this Saturday and all day to spent with the new friends. His mother gladly agreed to let him play with his new friend Richard. She would like to spent the day visiting friends far away and if Jamie was happy to stay with his friend, or stay at his home she didn't have to worry about him. Jamie was glad that his mother left home because his friend Richard preferred to stay at his house. And now may be Eric could come too. Getting up he already saw his organ stiffening thinking of the new adventures. Richard showed up early, before breakfast. He couldn't wait to see his little boy and starting a new day of tutoring his lover in all the variations of sex. His brother Kevin was an expert and had told him a lot of it, so Kevin couldn't wait to be like his brother since he met little horny Jamie. With Jamie he also discovered how some older boys were eager to get in touch with them and how easy it was to seduce them to have sex. It was a great new exciting play: you listen to their plain words, but try to understand what they really mean: something else. Then you push them a little bit, you embarrass them, and then they are so horny, that the fun is ready to start! His little friend Jamie though was so na�f, he thinks that all the boys only want to play with him one way and almost jumps right away on every boy, nevertheless their age! Richard never ate breakfast at home and gladly joined Richard at the table. He picked out all the cereals and goodies he'd seen in commercials, but never ate at home. After all these commercials told that a sturdy breakfast would give him a lot of energy to make the day successful. For a whole day with Jamie he probably needed all that energy! Right after breakfast Jamie's mother told Jamie to have a shower and then she left. Of course Richard was glad to help his little friend in the shower. "You have to take a shower too, Richard!" Jamie laughed, thinking of all the fun they could have there. It didn't take long for Richard to get undressed. He jumped to his little friend and started to hug the little boy with all his might. There bodies now twisted while they were stroking and kissing in the warm water rain. Their organs stiffening, fighting their own sword dance together! Richard discovered the big Bob sponge and took it to put soap all over the little Jamie. Then Jamie took revenge and also made his friend a soap star. Now their bodies so smooth, were ready to give the lead to their pricks. They sucked in turns, pushed fingers in their butts. As usual their first play always went fast. Richard bent and let Jamie put his dick in the his well used hole and his little friend made his well known fast movements to ease the boiling feelings in his loins. "That's one bang for today!" Jamie decided to count all his ejaculations that day. He called them bangs, since Richard used that word. Fast he turned around and made haste to get Richard to give him his fresh cum He licked and kissed the prick of his tutor, wildly as ever, and Richard's body began to stir, his hand moving on Jamie's hair styling it softly. His cock hardened more and more in Jamie's mouth Jamie's hands became more assertive, holding on Richard's cock, sucking, kissing wildly. After a minute, Richard's felt his cum flooding into Jamie's mouth. Jamie swallowed as much as he could. He took his hands of Richard's dick and started finding his way in Richard's hole. "Quiet, quiet Jamie! I've to take one breath. Let's dry and get on your big bed.!" Jamie couldn't wait to have another go! He was a terrible randy boy. Drying his body Richard's noticed Jamie's stiffy ready again! "How many times do you want to come, Jamie?" Richard asked "As much as possible, it's great, please suck me!" Richard looked at his horny little boy, but started to comb his hair to make him good looking. Soon Jamie did the same with Richard, and combing, stroking and kissing the boys were quite busy for a while! Again they combed their sides to the front, their favourite style, like young Greece gods. The left over face just showed their eyes, nose and lips, just the area's to kiss. Under a long, long kiss with their tongues deep inside the boys moved to the bed. While Richard was still resting after his first outburst, looking at his wonderful little lover, Jamie started to put his hands and prick busy all over Richard's body. He played tits, sucked toes, bitted ears, everything he learned the first two days he used to get his friend active again. Meanwhile his own prick was dancing waiting for somebody to ease the tickling feeling. To calm Jamie Richard quickly took Jamie's prick in his mouth to slow down his buddy. He was amazed how this tiny prick could be so active again only ten minutes after his first ejaculation. Jamie looked down to the head of his sucking boyfriend and caressed the beautiful blond hair he was in love with so much! Again he tried to help his friend sucking fast by pushing his head up and down fast. One fast bang now and then thinking how to do a next was on his mind. But Richard had a mean mind now: when he noticed that his little friend came to his next explosion, he stopped his sucking and stayed stroking Jamie's legs and tights, licking and pressing it. It drove Jamie mad! He begged his friend to go on and twisted his hips all ways. Even with his hands he wanted now to finish his next explosion, but Richard took his hands to kiss and suck the fingers. It made Jamie even more jumpy. "Help me, help me, go on, I want to bang now! Please Richard suck me, please. Please?" Childish Jamie begged his friends to finish the job, but Richard now enjoyed being so much in control over his little jumpy hot friend. He started stroking Jamie's hair, kissing it and admiring the horny boy curling under him for finishing his boiling loins and prick. His fingers went down Jamie's hole, wiggling inside to find Jamie's gland. Jamie start crying when he was now so extremely provoked all over his body without his prick being touched. Richard didn't want to torture his little friend anymore and bent over for the final suck. Little Jamie pushed his hips fast and strong to his face, prick in the waiting mouth and screw it with more and stronger pulses as never before. He shouted wildly when his next bang was performed and it lasted even almost a minute too! Jamie seemed now exhausted and even Richard had to take a breath after the energetic explosion of his little friend. Slowly they start hugging again and stroking hair of each other. "I love you Richard, I want to stay with you always, shall I ask my mum if you can live with me?" If Jamie wants something, he sure knew how to get it! Richard shivered at the idea of sleeping with his little lover every night. He wondered if his mother would noticed if he wasn't sleeping at home. His brother Kevin often didn't sleep at home either and nobody noticed. "Let's call Eric, ask him if we can come now!" Jamie wasn't to stop to explore new friends and their plays. "I think I want a haircut now!" He already found the mobile and had pressed the button. After all Eric was the top number which didn't need to be looked for. "Hi Eric, this's Jamie. Can I and Richard come?" "Can we play at your place?" "Do you have a large bed?" Richard giggled hearing this conversation. He remembered Eric as a somewhat shy boy who didn't dare to take initiative towards the boys. "We can come now, he'll meet us in the mall!" Both boys now got up and dressed. Jamie offered Richard to look into his wardrobe, may be to pick something from it. They laughed when Richard took one of Jamie's C.K. It was to small, but showed his prick so clearly, he decided to keep it on! Richard also took a red, sharp T-shirt he liked from Jamie. It was a little to short, but showing his tummy looked sexy. And also his tits showed up in the tight shirt. Then Richard took some time in dressing his little friend. Matching colours, tight pants and shirts to show the tiny fragile figure of his love-boy. Watching the mirrors their pricks showed some life already again, and with all the tightness they realised it wouldn't taken them long to take the cloth off somewhere. As usual Richard took his bike and Jamie joined him on the backseat, he wanted to hold his friend butt on it. Richard hardly could turn the peddles with the stiff grip of his friend and his tight jockey, but managed somehow to reach the mall. The saw Eric waiting already from a distance. When they met him it looked like he was gonna faint seeing the two little seductive lads. "Alright boys, are you ready for an ice cream now?" Richard agreed gladly: "Now it is my turn to lick your bulge if we spill ice there again!" Eric blushed and laughed faintly. Being raped by two little boys in the middle of a shopping mall wasn't his idea of getting famous. Of course he bought them the biggest ice cream there was. The seller said to Eric: "You spent a lot of money spoiling all those kids man, only yesterday you had a few couples too! Does it pay off really to be so nice?" Eric nodded. Richard looked at the boy at the counter who made that remark and understood that this sturdy very male looking guy was jealous of Eric. To impress him he pushed himself unto Eric and put one arm around him. Almost his ice cream dripped again over Eric's pants. Eric jumped away, afraid of the two boys really doing the scene again like yesterday when Richard had spoiled ice on his crotch and Jamie started wiping it fiercely. Eric now was in doubt what to do next, but Jamie quickly made an end to his wondering. "Can we go home Eric, you promised me a haircut!" So with the ice creams still unfinished they hurried to the parking lot to Eric's car. Richard now set on the seat beside him and during the drive he dripped some of his ice cream on his pants, deliberately Eric thought. He wasn't surprised anymore when Richard licked the spilling on his crotch, even biting on it. He showed his approval by putting his hand in the neck of the little boy, who sucked then through his pants. Eric wondered what kind of hairdressing would follow, if any... He drove to a silent part of town and came to a small barbershop. "Do you live here?" Jamie asked, glad to see a real barbershop. "Yes, I live upstairs above the shop" The three went up the stairs and entered a big one room apartment. Besides soft big seats and a double bed there was a barber seat and mirrors just like in the shop. The pictures on the walls where commercial hair products with neat boys on it. A few pics though just were heads of well groomed boys. Richard saw a picture of his brother Kevin as a young boy and knew now why Kevin never went to his barber. "You are my brother's hairdresser!" Richard pointed at his brothers pic. Eric was amazed how this cute smart little guy did have another smart brother looking so differently. It never crossed his mind that the rent boy who visit him weekly could be little Richard's brother! Wow, these boys were hot and probably knew where to go! Jamie sat down at the barber seat and said: "I'm ready for a good treat!" Eric enjoyed the firmness of this little hottie! He started fondling the boys gorgeous hair, wondering what to do with it. As a regular customer he asked Jamie "How would you like to have it cut?" But Jamie said: "I don't want it cut at all! I want you to make it nice!" "Well, may be we'll do a few clips to make it loose and straighten your side burns and neck, is that okay?" Eric loved the little boys hair and agreed it shouldn't be cut. But working on it was like heaven on earth. Brushing, combing, cutting small ends made a total new make over of the little hunk. Jamie unbuttoned his zipper to sit more comfortable and to see Eric's reaction to it. Richard couldn't wait to be next, and stood beside Eric as if he wanted to learn cutting too! Getting close to Eric he didn't hesitate to push his hips and hands every once in a while towards Eric's growing bulge. Eric went on making the hair of the little beauty the best he could, stroking it fiercely and pushing his lips and nose in it occasionally. "You like it Jamie," Eric was brushing off the last hairs now from his shoulder, "Shall I take a picture of it, is that okay?" Jamie agreed right away and when Eric took his digital professional looking camera he tried to look as handsome as ever. Richard wanted to be on the picture too and did his hair quickly to look smart as well. Eric thought he dreamed: two beautiful little boys who wanted their hair so neat, making them so seductive and making more horny then ever. Making pictures of the boys, they now showed different faces and enjoyed looking at the result. More and more their bodies now start making real posing position like they had seen in the book of Fred, the swim guide who was also a porno star. Eric started getting hot as the boys made their positions hotter and hotter. They even started pointing out their bulges, looking at it. Richard now slowly started to take Jamie's pants of, ready to strip himself for his tight captured prick. But Jamie immediately started undressing Richard too, striking his prick under the to tight C.K. Eric only could take pictures now, this was so unique! Two little angel boys caring about each other cock now! Naked, down with a tight T-shirt up! With beautifully mops of hair to top it! The boys looked at last to Eric. Waiting for him to join undressing? Richard was curious to meet another big cock, ready to play with. Without speaking any word Eric lowered his pants, while the boys were walking towards him and helping him taking it off. Like an inspection in a toyshop the boys took Eric's big prick and touched it to feel if it could work properly. Of course it jumped right up and the boys giggling went trying to catch it again. Now Eric took a run to his bed, to save his camera and give the boys a big tickling treat. Their bodies engulfed the tender hairdresser boy who was surprised to be kissed so strongly by the two little rascals. Jamie wanted to score fast, he felt he hadn't been ejaculating for a long time and wanted to make his record that day. His hips immediately went up and down on the suffering rod of their new friend. His hands covered the face of Eric, went over his tits and stroke his hair. Richard did the same, still kissing his new conquest. Eric, a passive sex boy loved to be attacked by horny little guys. But never in his live he had this small and this horny bunch of little boys rolling over him. It wouldn't take him long to shot his load under these tiny bellies rubbing his prick. "Oh boys, you make me so happy, but please, quiet down a bit, let's enjoy it longer now!" He turned the boys on the bed and started rubbing, kissing and licking them fiercely. He took their pricks and softly kissed the costly jewels. His tongue played between the two dick heads and the boys, more at ease, moaned in their pleasure. Jamie took Eric's head to have him suck. He had wait long enough! He threw his little hips and got his suck. Another new bang was the result. Now Richard wanted to get his shot in Eric's ass. Eric, happily to play his role as slave for the two little putties turned on his belly. Richard took some gel from the barber table - he never knew there was other stuff too! - and started to smear Eric's butt and his prick. Eric teasingly pretended to get up and Eric told Jamie to hold him down. Jamie sat on Eric's head and held his arms fiercely down. Eric just loved the treat the two little boys gave him. A big victim under two little screwing boys, beautiful little angels. He helped Richard with his butt, milking him professionally as he was used to do for Richard's brother. Richard hit Eric's gland, shooting his cum deep in his victim and Eric was ready to shoot himself now. "Help me, help me, I've to cum" he cried. The boys released him and jumped on his huge swollen lid. They both sucked the rod and balls in turns, and both managed to get some of the huge beam Eric shot around. Cum covered their face and lips. They shared it with their boylover Eric, who never had such hot screw with two little hot boys. Time for a rest. Time for a drink and making plans. Sitting still in T-shirt and nothing else. "You didn't take pictures of me and Richard screwing!" Jamie complained. "Let's do it again, okay?" Eric and Richard laughed at Jamie's eagerness to go on and on. Eric said it was okay, but first they had to calm down and get some rest. The pictures would turn out better if the boys were top fit. He showed the boys some books with other boys in many positions he had previously made. Richard couldn't believe his eyes when he discovered his brother Kevin in so many pictures with all kind of different boys and man. One of them was Boyd, their neighbour boy. Next time his brother was screwing him he was gonna ask some of the positions he saw Kevin doing on the photo's. The three sat close together when Eric switched on a DVD. It was a story of some boys being involved in a secret sect and ended up with a lot of screwing. Eric asked if the boys would be interested in playing a film too like that. They didn't think long about and expressed their willingness quickly. Hundred questions they had, but all Eric could say he was to propose it to his friend, the filmmaker. He often helps making films being the make up and groom assistant for the stars. It would be fun to make a film with those two cute little guys. Short after the film Jamie was on the bed again asking to continue the photo session. Richard was so hot after the film that he gladly joined his little partner. Eric asked them to show all the tricks they knew. He took his video recorder this time expecting "moving" scenes! So the boys gave a demonstration of all their abilities from hugging to sucking. When Richard entered Jamie's hole, Eric told them to do it different ways. First Jamie was on his belly with pumping Richard on top. Then he was on his back holding his legs up. Then Richard was on his hands and knees while Jamie penetrated him. And with Jamie hanging over the couch Richard made his final fuck in his friends ass. Jamie was so proud his friend shot first, he immediately asked Richard and Eric to suck him both. His little prick and balls just gave room enough for two big heads kissing, sucking and licking them. Again Jamie felt his loins going to boil, and again he erupted like mad, but still did only produce a few drips. Swallowed eagerly by his two friends. When Richard noticed the time he remembered they promised to pay Fred another visit, to show how they look like after the haircut. They were welcome after the early Saturday afternoon closure of the pool. Fred promised to bring them to he pool, anxious to find out if the boys really were going to have another ball. But first he wanted to do the beautiful blond hair of Richard. While Richard was in the hairlove seat, Jamie crawled upon -or in- him and followed the make over of Richard by Eric very closely. No doubt that there were three stiff cocks again during that session. Eric didn't only comb, but kissed and bit the nice hair too, as well to Richard as Jamie. It ended with a the strong hug and kisses on the chair. When they left Richard thought they were too late. He hoped that Fred still was in. So did Jamie and Eric. But when they arrived, it seemed all dark. The back door, they ;earned from their earlier visit, still was open. Was Fred still there, waiting for the bays. When they entered the hall they heard surely that some where stiil inside. The noises though where very familiar to them..... The party starts getting big. Reactions and suggestions welcome at [email protected]
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Sat, 12 Feb 2005 18:21:46 +0000 (GMT) From: kick barber <[email protected]> Subject: story boyzhair stories Jamies hairaffair part 4 Eric finds his dream boy Jamie. Jamie never slept so well after another day of new sexual experiences with his friend Richard and new friends they made, like Fred the swim guard.. Being only a little boy, Jamie just reacted whatever his little horny body made him do. He was surprised that so many boys and friends wanted to play with his treasure! He couldn't wait the new day when he agreed to meet Eric, the hairdresser trainee. No school this Saturday and all day to spent with the new friends. His mother gladly agreed to let him play with his new friend Richard. She would like to spent the day visiting friends far away and if Jamie was happy to stay with his friend, or stay at his home she didn't have to worry about him. Jamie was glad that his mother left home because his friend Richard preferred to stay at his house. And now may be Eric could come too. Getting up he already saw his organ stiffening thinking of the new adventures. Richard showed up early, before breakfast. He couldn't wait to see his little boy and starting a new day of tutoring his lover in all the variations of sex. His brother Kevin was an expert and had told him a lot of it, so Kevin couldn't wait to be like his brother since he met little horny Jamie. With Jamie he also discovered how some older boys were eager to get in touch with them and how easy it was to seduce them to have sex. It was a great new exciting play: you listen to their plain words, but try to understand what they really mean: something else. Then you push them a little bit, you embarrass them, and then they are so horny, that the fun is ready to start! His little friend Jamie though was so na�f, he thinks that all the boys only want to play with him one way and almost jumps right away on every boy, nevertheless their age! Richard never ate breakfast at home and gladly joined Richard at the table. He picked out all the cereals and goodies he'd seen in commercials, but never ate at home. After all these commercials told that a sturdy breakfast would give him a lot of energy to make the day successful. For a whole day with Jamie he probably needed all that energy! Right after breakfast Jamie's mother told Jamie to have a shower and then she left. Of course Richard was glad to help his little friend in the shower. "You have to take a shower too, Richard!" Jamie laughed, thinking of all the fun they could have there. It didn't take long for Richard to get undressed. He jumped to his little friend and started to hug the little boy with all his might. There bodies now twisted while they were stroking and kissing in the warm water rain. Their organs stiffening, fighting their own sword dance together! Richard discovered the big Bob sponge and took it to put soap all over the little Jamie. Then Jamie took revenge and also made his friend a soap star. Now their bodies so smooth, were ready to give the lead to their pricks. They sucked in turns, pushed fingers in their butts. As usual their first play always went fast. Richard bent and let Jamie put his dick in the his well used hole and his little friend made his well known fast movements to ease the boiling feelings in his loins. "That's one bang for today!" Jamie decided to count all his ejaculations that day. He called them bangs, since Richard used that word. Fast he turned around and made haste to get Richard to give him his fresh cum He licked and kissed the prick of his tutor, wildly as ever, and Richard's body began to stir, his hand moving on Jamie's hair styling it softly. His cock hardened more and more in Jamie's mouth Jamie's hands became more assertive, holding on Richard's cock, sucking, kissing wildly. After a minute, Richard's felt his cum flooding into Jamie's mouth. Jamie swallowed as much as he could. He took his hands of Richard's dick and started finding his way in Richard's hole. "Quiet, quiet Jamie! I've to take one breath. Let's dry and get on your big bed.!" Jamie couldn't wait to have another go! He was a terrible randy boy. Drying his body Richard's noticed Jamie's stiffy ready again! "How many times do you want to come, Jamie?" Richard asked "As much as possible, it's great, please suck me!" Richard looked at his horny little boy, but started to comb his hair to make him good looking. Soon Jamie did the same with Richard, and combing, stroking and kissing the boys were quite busy for a while! Again they combed their sides to the front, their favourite style, like young Greece gods. The left over face just showed their eyes, nose and lips, just the area's to kiss. Under a long, long kiss with their tongues deep inside the boys moved to the bed. While Richard was still resting after his first outburst, looking at his wonderful little lover, Jamie started to put his hands and prick busy all over Richard's body. He played tits, sucked toes, bitted ears, everything he learned the first two days he used to get his friend active again. Meanwhile his own prick was dancing waiting for somebody to ease the tickling feeling. To calm Jamie Richard quickly took Jamie's prick in his mouth to slow down his buddy. He was amazed how this tiny prick could be so active again only ten minutes after his first ejaculation. Jamie looked down to the head of his sucking boyfriend and caressed the beautiful blond hair he was in love with so much! Again he tried to help his friend sucking fast by pushing his head up and down fast. One fast bang now and then thinking how to do a next was on his mind. But Richard had a mean mind now: when he noticed that his little friend came to his next explosion, he stopped his sucking and stayed stroking Jamie's legs and tights, licking and pressing it. It drove Jamie mad! He begged his friend to go on and twisted his hips all ways. Even with his hands he wanted now to finish his next explosion, but Richard took his hands to kiss and suck the fingers. It made Jamie even more jumpy. "Help me, help me, go on, I want to bang now! Please Richard suck me, please. Please?" Childish Jamie begged his friends to finish the job, but Richard now enjoyed being so much in control over his little jumpy hot friend. He started stroking Jamie's hair, kissing it and admiring the horny boy curling under him for finishing his boiling loins and prick. His fingers went down Jamie's hole, wiggling inside to find Jamie's gland. Jamie start crying when he was now so extremely provoked all over his body without his prick being touched. Richard didn't want to torture his little friend anymore and bent over for the final suck. Little Jamie pushed his hips fast and strong to his face, prick in the waiting mouth and screw it with more and stronger pulses as never before. He shouted wildly when his next bang was performed and it lasted even almost a minute too! Jamie seemed now exhausted and even Richard had to take a breath after the energetic explosion of his little friend. Slowly they start hugging again and stroking hair of each other. "I love you Richard, I want to stay with you always, shall I ask my mum if you can live with me?" If Jamie wants something, he sure knew how to get it! Richard shivered at the idea of sleeping with his little lover every night. He wondered if his mother would noticed if he wasn't sleeping at home. His brother Kevin often didn't sleep at home either and nobody noticed. "Let's call Eric, ask him if we can come now!" Jamie wasn't to stop to explore new friends and their plays. "I think I want a haircut now!" He already found the mobile and had pressed the button. After all Eric was the top number which didn't need to be looked for. "Hi Eric, this's Jamie. Can I and Richard come?" "Can we play at your place?" "Do you have a large bed?" Richard giggled hearing this conversation. He remembered Eric as a somewhat shy boy who didn't dare to take initiative towards the boys. "We can come now, he'll meet us in the mall!" Both boys now got up and dressed. Jamie offered Richard to look into his wardrobe, may be to pick something from it. They laughed when Richard took one of Jamie's C.K. It was to small, but showed his prick so clearly, he decided to keep it on! Richard also took a red, sharp T-shirt he liked from Jamie. It was a little to short, but showing his tummy looked sexy. And also his tits showed up in the tight shirt. Then Richard took some time in dressing his little friend. Matching colours, tight pants and shirts to show the tiny fragile figure of his love-boy. Watching the mirrors their pricks showed some life already again, and with all the tightness they realised it wouldn't taken them long to take the cloth off somewhere. As usual Richard took his bike and Jamie joined him on the backseat, he wanted to hold his friend butt on it. Richard hardly could turn the peddles with the stiff grip of his friend and his tight jockey, but managed somehow to reach the mall. The saw Eric waiting already from a distance. When they met him it looked like he was gonna faint seeing the two little seductive lads. "Alright boys, are you ready for an ice cream now?" Richard agreed gladly: "Now it is my turn to lick your bulge if we spill ice there again!" Eric blushed and laughed faintly. Being raped by two little boys in the middle of a shopping mall wasn't his idea of getting famous. Of course he bought them the biggest ice cream there was. The seller said to Eric: "You spent a lot of money spoiling all those kids man, only yesterday you had a few couples too! Does it pay off really to be so nice?" Eric nodded. Richard looked at the boy at the counter who made that remark and understood that this sturdy very male looking guy was jealous of Eric. To impress him he pushed himself unto Eric and put one arm around him. Almost his ice cream dripped again over Eric's pants. Eric jumped away, afraid of the two boys really doing the scene again like yesterday when Richard had spoiled ice on his crotch and Jamie started wiping it fiercely. Eric now was in doubt what to do next, but Jamie quickly made an end to his wondering. "Can we go home Eric, you promised me a haircut!" So with the ice creams still unfinished they hurried to the parking lot to Eric's car. Richard now set on the seat beside him and during the drive he dripped some of his ice cream on his pants, deliberately Eric thought. He wasn't surprised anymore when Richard licked the spilling on his crotch, even biting on it. He showed his approval by putting his hand in the neck of the little boy, who sucked then through his pants. Eric wondered what kind of hairdressing would follow, if any... He drove to a silent part of town and came to a small barbershop. "Do you live here?" Jamie asked, glad to see a real barbershop. "Yes, I live upstairs above the shop" The three went up the stairs and entered a big one room apartment. Besides soft big seats and a double bed there was a barber seat and mirrors just like in the shop. The pictures on the walls where commercial hair products with neat boys on it. A few pics though just were heads of well groomed boys. Richard saw a picture of his brother Kevin as a young boy and knew now why Kevin never went to his barber. "You are my brother's hairdresser!" Richard pointed at his brothers pic. Eric was amazed how this cute smart little guy did have another smart brother looking so differently. It never crossed his mind that the rent boy who visit him weekly could be little Richard's brother! Wow, these boys were hot and probably knew where to go! Jamie sat down at the barber seat and said: "I'm ready for a good treat!" Eric enjoyed the firmness of this little hottie! He started fondling the boys gorgeous hair, wondering what to do with it. As a regular customer he asked Jamie "How would you like to have it cut?" But Jamie said: "I don't want it cut at all! I want you to make it nice!" "Well, may be we'll do a few clips to make it loose and straighten your side burns and neck, is that okay?" Eric loved the little boys hair and agreed it shouldn't be cut. But working on it was like heaven on earth. Brushing, combing, cutting small ends made a total new make over of the little hunk. Jamie unbuttoned his zipper to sit more comfortable and to see Eric's reaction to it. Richard couldn't wait to be next, and stood beside Eric as if he wanted to learn cutting too! Getting close to Eric he didn't hesitate to push his hips and hands every once in a while towards Eric's growing bulge. Eric went on making the hair of the little beauty the best he could, stroking it fiercely and pushing his lips and nose in it occasionally. "You like it Jamie," Eric was brushing off the last hairs now from his shoulder, "Shall I take a picture of it, is that okay?" Jamie agreed right away and when Eric took his digital professional looking camera he tried to look as handsome as ever. Richard wanted to be on the picture too and did his hair quickly to look smart as well. Eric thought he dreamed: two beautiful little boys who wanted their hair so neat, making them so seductive and making more horny then ever. Making pictures of the boys, they now showed different faces and enjoyed looking at the result. More and more their bodies now start making real posing position like they had seen in the book of Fred, the swim guide who was also a porno star. Eric started getting hot as the boys made their positions hotter and hotter. They even started pointing out their bulges, looking at it. Richard now slowly started to take Jamie's pants of, ready to strip himself for his tight captured prick. But Jamie immediately started undressing Richard too, striking his prick under the to tight C.K. Eric only could take pictures now, this was so unique! Two little angel boys caring about each other cock now! Naked, down with a tight T-shirt up! With beautifully mops of hair to top it! The boys looked at last to Eric. Waiting for him to join undressing? Richard was curious to meet another big cock, ready to play with. Without speaking any word Eric lowered his pants, while the boys were walking towards him and helping him taking it off. Like an inspection in a toyshop the boys took Eric's big prick and touched it to feel if it could work properly. Of course it jumped right up and the boys giggling went trying to catch it again. Now Eric took a run to his bed, to save his camera and give the boys a big tickling treat. Their bodies engulfed the tender hairdresser boy who was surprised to be kissed so strongly by the two little rascals. Jamie wanted to score fast, he felt he hadn't been ejaculating for a long time and wanted to make his record that day. His hips immediately went up and down on the suffering rod of their new friend. His hands covered the face of Eric, went over his tits and stroke his hair. Richard did the same, still kissing his new conquest. Eric, a passive sex boy loved to be attacked by horny little guys. But never in his live he had this small and this horny bunch of little boys rolling over him. It wouldn't take him long to shot his load under these tiny bellies rubbing his prick. "Oh boys, you make me so happy, but please, quiet down a bit, let's enjoy it longer now!" He turned the boys on the bed and started rubbing, kissing and licking them fiercely. He took their pricks and softly kissed the costly jewels. His tongue played between the two dick heads and the boys, more at ease, moaned in their pleasure. Jamie took Eric's head to have him suck. He had wait long enough! He threw his little hips and got his suck. Another new bang was the result. Now Richard wanted to get his shot in Eric's ass. Eric, happily to play his role as slave for the two little putties turned on his belly. Richard took some gel from the barber table - he never knew there was other stuff too! - and started to smear Eric's butt and his prick. Eric teasingly pretended to get up and Eric told Jamie to hold him down. Jamie sat on Eric's head and held his arms fiercely down. Eric just loved the treat the two little boys gave him. A big victim under two little screwing boys, beautiful little angels. He helped Richard with his butt, milking him professionally as he was used to do for Richard's brother. Richard hit Eric's gland, shooting his cum deep in his victim and Eric was ready to shoot himself now. "Help me, help me, I've to cum" he cried. The boys released him and jumped on his huge swollen lid. They both sucked the rod and balls in turns, and both managed to get some of the huge beam Eric shot around. Cum covered their face and lips. They shared it with their boylover Eric, who never had such hot screw with two little hot boys. Time for a rest. Time for a drink and making plans. Sitting still in T-shirt and nothing else. "You didn't take pictures of me and Richard screwing!" Jamie complained. "Let's do it again, okay?" Eric and Richard laughed at Jamie's eagerness to go on and on. Eric said it was okay, but first they had to calm down and get some rest. The pictures would turn out better if the boys were top fit. He showed the boys some books with other boys in many positions he had previously made. Richard couldn't believe his eyes when he discovered his brother Kevin in so many pictures with all kind of different boys and man. One of them was Boyd, their neighbour boy. Next time his brother was screwing him he was gonna ask some of the positions he saw Kevin doing on the photo's. The three sat close together when Eric switched on a DVD. It was a story of some boys being involved in a secret sect and ended up with a lot of screwing. Eric asked if the boys would be interested in playing a film too like that. They didn't think long about and expressed their willingness quickly. Hundred questions they had, but all Eric could say he was to propose it to his friend, the filmmaker. He often helps making films being the make up and groom assistant for the stars. It would be fun to make a film with those two cute little guys. Short after the film Jamie was on the bed again asking to continue the photo session. Richard was so hot after the film that he gladly joined his little partner. Eric asked them to show all the tricks they knew. He took his video recorder this time expecting "moving" scenes! So the boys gave a demonstration of all their abilities from hugging to sucking. When Richard entered Jamie's hole, Eric told them to do it different ways. First Jamie was on his belly with pumping Richard on top. Then he was on his back holding his legs up. Then Richard was on his hands and knees while Jamie penetrated him. And with Jamie hanging over the couch Richard made his final fuck in his friends ass. Jamie was so proud his friend shot first, he immediately asked Richard and Eric to suck him both. His little prick and balls just gave room enough for two big heads kissing, sucking and licking them. Again Jamie felt his loins going to boil, and again he erupted like mad, but still did only produce a few drips. Swallowed eagerly by his two friends. When Richard noticed the time he remembered they promised to pay Fred another visit, to show how they look like after the haircut. They were welcome after the early Saturday afternoon closure of the pool. Fred promised to bring them to he pool, anxious to find out if the boys really were going to have another ball. But first he wanted to do the beautiful blond hair of Richard. While Richard was in the hairlove seat, Jamie crawled upon -or in- him and followed the make over of Richard by Eric very closely. No doubt that there were three stiff cocks again during that session. Eric didn't only comb, but kissed and bit the nice hair too, as well to Richard as Jamie. It ended with a the strong hug and kisses on the chair. When they left Richard thought they were too late. He hoped that Fred still was in. So did Jamie and Eric. But when they arrived, it seemed all dark. The back door, they ;earned from their earlier visit, still was open. Was Fred still there, waiting for the bays. When they entered the hall they heard surely that some where stiil inside. The noises though where very familiar to them..... The party starts getting big. Reactions and suggestions welcome at [email protected] </[email protected]> </div></div>
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Date: Wed, 8 Jun 2005 20:37:13 +0100 (BST) From: kick barber Subject: Boyzhair: Gorgeous Blond Viktor Boyzhair story by Kick Barber [email protected] (b/m, mast. underwear, hair) Legal things are a personal matter. Respect the copyright and this is for 16+ only. Sometimes you see a gorgeous blond boy who got stuck on your brain. The fantasy does the rest, dream along... Please let me know if your fantasy includes beautiful blonds too.... Comments and suggestions are always very welcome at: [email protected] Gorgeous blond Viktor. Viktor was blond, gorgeous blond. And he knew it. And he loved it. He saw the eyes of passers by fixed to his dancing gold blond crown. He was a boy fatale for almost everyone. A danger to the health of hearts of passing pedo's. They did not even turned their eyes, they turned their paces and followed the little 10 year old blond goddess till their brushing pants had finished off their sudden aroused pricks. Viktor looked charming. His blue eyes could look pleading, wet, soft but also ice cold. His smile made you melt, but his looks could go through you as well.... Viktor knew very well how to handle this appearance and his seductive talents. No adult, no child ever could resist Viktor's wishes. He choose the game to play, he told the end to swimming lessons, he told his teachers and his parents when he had enough or when he wanted more. Viktor was very over indulged, prudish being, leaving his parents and teachers in despair. But they were unable to guide the self confident little boy. Viktor led his own life, a life of only enjoying everything.... alone. He was the boss in the end always. He always had the best treat. Viktor always found a new victim to fulfil his wants. Viktor always knew what he wanted. Viktor always got what he wanted. Viktor felt close to nobody. Except for himself. He loved looking at the mirror to see himself with that golden blond hair dancing around his head. He loved to comb it or put gel in it and change his hairdo in several styles. This procedure always tickled his loins and often a combing party ended in a jacking off to ease his jumping prick. Sometimes he managed to have his mop of hair brushing his little stiff rod before the dry ejaculations started making very wild movements. Soon his love for himself and his hair would change in a far better way. Viktor wanted to play the guitar. It didn't take long or somebody donated him a splendid instrument. The somebody knew also a good teacher: Rick, a little known artist, forming a duo with a keyboard player singing 70ties ballades at romantic parties. But teaching was really the only income that kept them going. Both loved to select students who meet more then their musical abilities. But, being modest and shy, Rick never had an affair with them yet. Viktor had studied the poster of his new teacher and discovered he and his partner did not only play romantic oldies, but they looked heavenly too with their Beatle shaped blond hair. They were good looking and had a well shaped body with trousers so tight Viktor imagined he could see their organs shadow in it. A new, unknown curiosity overwhelmed him. He imagined himself as a third partner and dreamed of the three together without clothes jagging their guitars. Going to the first lesson Viktor wasn't unsatisfied. His teacher was a young, slender strong built person who seemed to put all his attention in his new student. The lessons were held in a small studio apartment where his teacher lived and also had made himself a small recording studio. Promising pupils were allowed to make small recordings, mostly to have a present for celebrating grand parents. A small corner equipped with a camera made it possible to make a nice cover on the C.D. or a small movie to make the special present the greatest treasure given by the grand child. This photo activity had resulted in a wall of glamorous photographs of smart looking boys. Many times Viktor looked at the pics and fantasized himself in between them, smarter and bigger then any of them. Most of the boys were photographed from above, so half of the picture showed their hair, mostly glamorous combed. Puzzling faces under it, looking at their guitar, showing just that part of the wide standing legs were they come together and seem to hide more surprises. Some of the boys were even standing in provocative poses, it made Viktor so eager to do the same more provocative, without knowing why he felt like that. Now, for the first time in his life, Viktor didn't know what he wanted, but it was surely exciting to have such a unknown desire. He was glad when Rick one day took his camera and had him pose the way the boys were taken. With his legs as wide as he could he expected to be the most exciting boy of them all. He asked to be printed greater then the other kids and Rick, already never able to say "no" to Viktor of course, promised to do his best. Several lessons had taken place and Viktor really seemed to be guitar talent. He still adored the way his teacher Rick could play the guitar, but he was a fast learner and with his well known charming persistence he made his teacher to go far beyond time and attention to learn the most he could. In his eager to learn more Viktor had also discovered that his teacher wasn't difficult to charm by childish pleading and full anticipation looking: Rick soon had made Viktor the last pupil so that nobody was waiting in the room. Rick already talked about forming a group of young talented guitar players to form an new young stud group. Some good looking boys were already mounted on the wall around the one big picture of Viktor. After each lessons Rick used to give each student who had done well a treat. One time a sweet, other time a candy bar or he presented the best student to buy an ice cream at the store next door. Surely Viktor was treated the same, although mostly he was rewarded the top prizes. Sometimes honestly earned, but more often honestly begged and charmed by the fair headed rascal. Viktor felt very at ease with his teacher and considered Rick as one of his first close friends. He also felt that Rick was even more easy to guide then any other adult. He never felt a reluctance or a distraction...whatever Viktor suggested Rick enthusiastically responded. He felt a great future for the two of them. So one day to his surprise Rick couldn't offer his student a sweet nor another treat. "I'm so sorry Viktor, but I totally ran out of sweets today and my purse is empty too, you'll have to wait for next week" Totally in disbelieve Viktor looked at his friend who before never let him down. In a way to prove his sincerest face, he smiled and opened his arms. "Search me, I'm not lying!" This sign was to much for Viktor. He immediately jumped in the spread arms of Rick, now tumbling back in his chair. Searching his friend was a way to have his hands fondling all over that body that attracted him somehow a long time already. "I don't believe you, can I look in your pockets?" Rick just nodded and smiled, surprised by the sudden physical attention of one of his hottest students. He was aware that this action didn't stay unnoticed for his cock too. A little embarrassed he hoped Viktor wouldn't go as deep. But the two little hands disappeared in his side pockets, grabbing everything they could get a hold of. Rick felt his prick massaged by the wild boy, while Viktor's head and hair just ragged under his nose. The perfume of this blond hotty's head made Rick jump to ease the tightness of his loins. That movement made Viktor fall even deeper in his arms and body and they looked now as two lovers at the climax of a wild cock play. Viktor though enjoyed this body to body contact so much: he started to throb his hips up and down, pleading for Rick to give up the money. "You can search me everywhere" Rick said to his attacker, hoping that this treatment would last longer. He held his young friend's head and looked in his eyes, stroking the beautiful hair. "Next time you'll have a double treat if you cannot find it now!" By jumping wilder and wilder little Viktor explored the body of his friend and this play ended with a dry ejaculation. Loud groans announced the boys first climax with another boy. Viktor felt limb over his friend. Still gasping from his outburst Viktor laid now fully in the arms of his teacher who could not resist stroking the hair and face of his little attacker. Slowly he let one hand massaging the thick neck hair and the other travelled down the spine and massaged the two tiny butts of his little friend. Moaning and wriggling Viktor enjoyed this new lesson from his teacher. "Do you like it?" Rick asked his redundant question. Only more moaning was the answer of Viktor, pleading for more cuddling around his butt by waggling it strongly. Rick now softly kissed the boy's golden hair and put his nose in the boys hair, smelling all that boyish perfume that made hot boys so irresistible. Viktor felt the stiff rod of his teacher rolling under his hips and wondered if Rick felt the same as he had felt. Not knowing how to start such investigation Viktor started another pulsing hip movement to have another go of that finest of all feelings. With Rick caressing and kissing his hair he felt even hotter then at home for the mirror. Due to the hot heat Rick had to open his shirt buttons. Viktor saw great nipples pointing at his face and felt like putting his mouth on it. It made him even feel hotter and now he could not stop licking and kissing the beautiful torso of his beloved teacher. Viktor was so overwhelmed by this love attack on all fronts that soon his prick started to fill itself, ready for its outburst. It was not possible to stop the wild rivers in his belly now, soon his sperm started to stream in his jockeys. Both boys were now jumping up and down, clinching to each other to give way to their final spurts of their love weapon, one dry, one very wet. Again the two boys rested in each others arms, Rick caressing his new little friend all over, and fondling and kissing that beautiful blond head over and over. "That was gorgeous Viktor, you are such a special boy. You are my champion for ever. I hope you liked it, I can make this game it even nicer and lasting longer if you want...." "Yes, I wouldn't mind coming every day, Rick and play with you this search for the money game all the time!" "All right Viktor, why don't you come back tomorrow then and look again for the money. I'll promise you it will be somewhere for real this time" "What time can I come then?" "My last student leaves at 6, can you make it then?" "Can't you cancel your students tomorrow afternoon, I can't wait that long! Please, please? I don't want you to play our game with other students Rick, I want to be with you alone all afternoon!" Viktor as usual pleaded so charming that Rick promised to cancel the other students and make all afternoon one big lesson to find the money for his new little friend. "If you want to stay my champion Viktor and find the money, you must promise to tell no one of our special lessons, people will get jealous and start doing nasty things to us both. Do you think you can keep our secret then?" "Of course Rick, it's mine life and there will be nobody messing up with my life!" Viktor's sturdy look made Rick feel secure that his little friend was gonna keep their new adventure a top secret. Being later then usual Rick urged Viktor to go home. Viktor cuddled his new friend with one more embrace, his nose in near his crotch and noticed the wet spot in his pants. "Why did you pee just now?" Viktor asked amazed. "Oh no my friend, this is no pee, it's my sperm, my love seed that came special for you. Do you know what sperm is?" "O yes, it's what older boys got if they screw. Did you screw then?" "You are just as nice as screwing, partner, after all you're the best, you're mine champ!" "Wow, I did make you screw then, you had sex! I guess that's a secret too then?" "You're damm right little champ, don't tell anyone, I did it only for you!" Again little Viktor hugged his friend, but put his nose in the wet spot, sniffing the smell of it. "Sperm for me, it smells good. Please keep it only for me Rick! It's now mine! I wanna take it home, give me your undie I want to smell you all night now!" Surprised by such a strong desire, Rick took his pants of and gave his friend his soaked undie, carefully wrapped in a plastic bag. Full energy and new experiences Viktor jumped on his bike, feeling a little sore pedalling after the greatest outbursts his prick ever had made. Back home it was time to go to bed and thinking it all over he enjoyed a few more hot moments, smelling Rick's undie. Again making his hair seductive, thinking how Rick would like it, and brush his prick with it, he was planning how to make his hero Rick to have sex again. He wanted to feel his hair around Rick's prick. He remembered it as a big thing, how nice it would be to have all his hair wrapped around it! At Rick's place a young bewildered men was wondering for hours what happened to him. His prick stood up all the time and had to be eased while looking at the big picture of the hottest little horny boy he had mounted above his bed as well. What if he hide the money tomorrow near a sack that is not a part of his pants? End of part one. Comments suggestions very welcome. Anyone wants to know what happens in part two: "A gorgeous blond afternoon?"
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Wed, 8 Jun 2005 20:37:13 +0100 (BST) From: kick barber <[email protected]> Subject: Boyzhair: Gorgeous Blond Viktor Boyzhair story by Kick Barber [email protected] (b/m, mast. underwear, hair) Legal things are a personal matter. Respect the copyright and this is for 16+ only. Sometimes you see a gorgeous blond boy who got stuck on your brain. The fantasy does the rest, dream along... Please let me know if your fantasy includes beautiful blonds too.... Comments and suggestions are always very welcome at: [email protected] Gorgeous blond Viktor. Viktor was blond, gorgeous blond. And he knew it. And he loved it. He saw the eyes of passers by fixed to his dancing gold blond crown. He was a boy fatale for almost everyone. A danger to the health of hearts of passing pedo's. They did not even turned their eyes, they turned their paces and followed the little 10 year old blond goddess till their brushing pants had finished off their sudden aroused pricks. Viktor looked charming. His blue eyes could look pleading, wet, soft but also ice cold. His smile made you melt, but his looks could go through you as well.... Viktor knew very well how to handle this appearance and his seductive talents. No adult, no child ever could resist Viktor's wishes. He choose the game to play, he told the end to swimming lessons, he told his teachers and his parents when he had enough or when he wanted more. Viktor was very over indulged, prudish being, leaving his parents and teachers in despair. But they were unable to guide the self confident little boy. Viktor led his own life, a life of only enjoying everything.... alone. He was the boss in the end always. He always had the best treat. Viktor always found a new victim to fulfil his wants. Viktor always knew what he wanted. Viktor always got what he wanted. Viktor felt close to nobody. Except for himself. He loved looking at the mirror to see himself with that golden blond hair dancing around his head. He loved to comb it or put gel in it and change his hairdo in several styles. This procedure always tickled his loins and often a combing party ended in a jacking off to ease his jumping prick. Sometimes he managed to have his mop of hair brushing his little stiff rod before the dry ejaculations started making very wild movements. Soon his love for himself and his hair would change in a far better way. Viktor wanted to play the guitar. It didn't take long or somebody donated him a splendid instrument. The somebody knew also a good teacher: Rick, a little known artist, forming a duo with a keyboard player singing 70ties ballades at romantic parties. But teaching was really the only income that kept them going. Both loved to select students who meet more then their musical abilities. But, being modest and shy, Rick never had an affair with them yet. Viktor had studied the poster of his new teacher and discovered he and his partner did not only play romantic oldies, but they looked heavenly too with their Beatle shaped blond hair. They were good looking and had a well shaped body with trousers so tight Viktor imagined he could see their organs shadow in it. A new, unknown curiosity overwhelmed him. He imagined himself as a third partner and dreamed of the three together without clothes jagging their guitars. Going to the first lesson Viktor wasn't unsatisfied. His teacher was a young, slender strong built person who seemed to put all his attention in his new student. The lessons were held in a small studio apartment where his teacher lived and also had made himself a small recording studio. Promising pupils were allowed to make small recordings, mostly to have a present for celebrating grand parents. A small corner equipped with a camera made it possible to make a nice cover on the C.D. or a small movie to make the special present the greatest treasure given by the grand child. This photo activity had resulted in a wall of glamorous photographs of smart looking boys. Many times Viktor looked at the pics and fantasized himself in between them, smarter and bigger then any of them. Most of the boys were photographed from above, so half of the picture showed their hair, mostly glamorous combed. Puzzling faces under it, looking at their guitar, showing just that part of the wide standing legs were they come together and seem to hide more surprises. Some of the boys were even standing in provocative poses, it made Viktor so eager to do the same more provocative, without knowing why he felt like that. Now, for the first time in his life, Viktor didn't know what he wanted, but it was surely exciting to have such a unknown desire. He was glad when Rick one day took his camera and had him pose the way the boys were taken. With his legs as wide as he could he expected to be the most exciting boy of them all. He asked to be printed greater then the other kids and Rick, already never able to say "no" to Viktor of course, promised to do his best. Several lessons had taken place and Viktor really seemed to be guitar talent. He still adored the way his teacher Rick could play the guitar, but he was a fast learner and with his well known charming persistence he made his teacher to go far beyond time and attention to learn the most he could. In his eager to learn more Viktor had also discovered that his teacher wasn't difficult to charm by childish pleading and full anticipation looking: Rick soon had made Viktor the last pupil so that nobody was waiting in the room. Rick already talked about forming a group of young talented guitar players to form an new young stud group. Some good looking boys were already mounted on the wall around the one big picture of Viktor. After each lessons Rick used to give each student who had done well a treat. One time a sweet, other time a candy bar or he presented the best student to buy an ice cream at the store next door. Surely Viktor was treated the same, although mostly he was rewarded the top prizes. Sometimes honestly earned, but more often honestly begged and charmed by the fair headed rascal. Viktor felt very at ease with his teacher and considered Rick as one of his first close friends. He also felt that Rick was even more easy to guide then any other adult. He never felt a reluctance or a distraction...whatever Viktor suggested Rick enthusiastically responded. He felt a great future for the two of them. So one day to his surprise Rick couldn't offer his student a sweet nor another treat. "I'm so sorry Viktor, but I totally ran out of sweets today and my purse is empty too, you'll have to wait for next week" Totally in disbelieve Viktor looked at his friend who before never let him down. In a way to prove his sincerest face, he smiled and opened his arms. "Search me, I'm not lying!" This sign was to much for Viktor. He immediately jumped in the spread arms of Rick, now tumbling back in his chair. Searching his friend was a way to have his hands fondling all over that body that attracted him somehow a long time already. "I don't believe you, can I look in your pockets?" Rick just nodded and smiled, surprised by the sudden physical attention of one of his hottest students. He was aware that this action didn't stay unnoticed for his cock too. A little embarrassed he hoped Viktor wouldn't go as deep. But the two little hands disappeared in his side pockets, grabbing everything they could get a hold of. Rick felt his prick massaged by the wild boy, while Viktor's head and hair just ragged under his nose. The perfume of this blond hotty's head made Rick jump to ease the tightness of his loins. That movement made Viktor fall even deeper in his arms and body and they looked now as two lovers at the climax of a wild cock play. Viktor though enjoyed this body to body contact so much: he started to throb his hips up and down, pleading for Rick to give up the money. "You can search me everywhere" Rick said to his attacker, hoping that this treatment would last longer. He held his young friend's head and looked in his eyes, stroking the beautiful hair. "Next time you'll have a double treat if you cannot find it now!" By jumping wilder and wilder little Viktor explored the body of his friend and this play ended with a dry ejaculation. Loud groans announced the boys first climax with another boy. Viktor felt limb over his friend. Still gasping from his outburst Viktor laid now fully in the arms of his teacher who could not resist stroking the hair and face of his little attacker. Slowly he let one hand massaging the thick neck hair and the other travelled down the spine and massaged the two tiny butts of his little friend. Moaning and wriggling Viktor enjoyed this new lesson from his teacher. "Do you like it?" Rick asked his redundant question. Only more moaning was the answer of Viktor, pleading for more cuddling around his butt by waggling it strongly. Rick now softly kissed the boy's golden hair and put his nose in the boys hair, smelling all that boyish perfume that made hot boys so irresistible. Viktor felt the stiff rod of his teacher rolling under his hips and wondered if Rick felt the same as he had felt. Not knowing how to start such investigation Viktor started another pulsing hip movement to have another go of that finest of all feelings. With Rick caressing and kissing his hair he felt even hotter then at home for the mirror. Due to the hot heat Rick had to open his shirt buttons. Viktor saw great nipples pointing at his face and felt like putting his mouth on it. It made him even feel hotter and now he could not stop licking and kissing the beautiful torso of his beloved teacher. Viktor was so overwhelmed by this love attack on all fronts that soon his prick started to fill itself, ready for its outburst. It was not possible to stop the wild rivers in his belly now, soon his sperm started to stream in his jockeys. Both boys were now jumping up and down, clinching to each other to give way to their final spurts of their love weapon, one dry, one very wet. Again the two boys rested in each others arms, Rick caressing his new little friend all over, and fondling and kissing that beautiful blond head over and over. "That was gorgeous Viktor, you are such a special boy. You are my champion for ever. I hope you liked it, I can make this game it even nicer and lasting longer if you want...." "Yes, I wouldn't mind coming every day, Rick and play with you this search for the money game all the time!" "All right Viktor, why don't you come back tomorrow then and look again for the money. I'll promise you it will be somewhere for real this time" "What time can I come then?" "My last student leaves at 6, can you make it then?" "Can't you cancel your students tomorrow afternoon, I can't wait that long! Please, please? I don't want you to play our game with other students Rick, I want to be with you alone all afternoon!" Viktor as usual pleaded so charming that Rick promised to cancel the other students and make all afternoon one big lesson to find the money for his new little friend. "If you want to stay my champion Viktor and find the money, you must promise to tell no one of our special lessons, people will get jealous and start doing nasty things to us both. Do you think you can keep our secret then?" "Of course Rick, it's mine life and there will be nobody messing up with my life!" Viktor's sturdy look made Rick feel secure that his little friend was gonna keep their new adventure a top secret. Being later then usual Rick urged Viktor to go home. Viktor cuddled his new friend with one more embrace, his nose in near his crotch and noticed the wet spot in his pants. "Why did you pee just now?" Viktor asked amazed. "Oh no my friend, this is no pee, it's my sperm, my love seed that came special for you. Do you know what sperm is?" "O yes, it's what older boys got if they screw. Did you screw then?" "You are just as nice as screwing, partner, after all you're the best, you're mine champ!" "Wow, I did make you screw then, you had sex! I guess that's a secret too then?" "You're damm right little champ, don't tell anyone, I did it only for you!" Again little Viktor hugged his friend, but put his nose in the wet spot, sniffing the smell of it. "Sperm for me, it smells good. Please keep it only for me Rick! It's now mine! I wanna take it home, give me your undie I want to smell you all night now!" Surprised by such a strong desire, Rick took his pants of and gave his friend his soaked undie, carefully wrapped in a plastic bag. Full energy and new experiences Viktor jumped on his bike, feeling a little sore pedalling after the greatest outbursts his prick ever had made. Back home it was time to go to bed and thinking it all over he enjoyed a few more hot moments, smelling Rick's undie. Again making his hair seductive, thinking how Rick would like it, and brush his prick with it, he was planning how to make his hero Rick to have sex again. He wanted to feel his hair around Rick's prick. He remembered it as a big thing, how nice it would be to have all his hair wrapped around it! At Rick's place a young bewildered men was wondering for hours what happened to him. His prick stood up all the time and had to be eased while looking at the big picture of the hottest little horny boy he had mounted above his bed as well. What if he hide the money tomorrow near a sack that is not a part of his pants? End of part one. Comments suggestions very welcome. Anyone wants to know what happens in part two: "A gorgeous blond afternoon?" </[email protected]> </div></div>
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Date: Wed, 9 Feb 2005 22:23:25 +0000 (GMT) From: kick barber Subject: Shy Steven B. a boyzhair story part 3 (M/t/b, first time, oral, anal, hair) Special thanks to my friend Chaim who helped. Legal things are a personal matter. Respect the copyright and this is for 16+ only. Comments and suggestions are always very welcome at: [email protected] (I will answer them all!) If you have pictures of the main characters of this story you are very welcome! Shy Steven B., lover of boyzhair Part three. Kevin! After another afternoon of more fun in his new short 2 day sex life with his piano teacher Steven left Kevin/ And didn't take any book since he noticed that Jamie had not either taken his books........ "Well? Did you have a good bang?" Kevin asked Steven. Steven just blushed and only touched his hair. Kevin now touched it too "Hee man, you got the smell of sperm in your hair, it must have been heavy" and pushed his nose in it. Steven now felt a little bit sorry for his friend Kevin, pushing him off to have a screw with Jim. He wasn't any more reluctant to his new friend who seemed to love his hair too now! "Can you do it again Steven? I like to put my sperm in your hair too, now! I know a perfect place to play together. We'll do the chess another time, right?" With his hair so seductive made with Jim's sperm Steven could have another go, find out what Kevin was all about. He wanted to go to Jim the next day and ask him what his plans where for Saturday when Kevin and he were invited to cut the grass. By the way, he never saw grass in that garden.... If he only knew what Kevin wanted to do they could make a good plan together! Now Steven decided better to call home to tell, due to his chess playing with a friend, he would come late that nite. No, no worry, his friends helps with the homework too. Kevin took Steven to some back alley, and opened the door in the back of a sort of a pub. "Let's go in here Steven, I can use a room of a friend who works here. He only sleeps there in the weekend when it's late and can't drive home. We'll just have to lock it and nobody will disturb us." Being inside now Steven was very surprised. The little room only had a huge bed, a dvd player and big flat screen on one side, and a little mirror table the other side. The rest of the wall was full of posters of boys, older and younger then with not to many clothes on and standing in a certain way. He even saw Kevin on a lot of them, may be as young as from age 6. "Yes, that's me" Kevin explained. "I was a young starter coming here. I may use this room because my friends made these photographs. Whenever I need some money, he'll make more pics and I get paid. Could you imagine? Having fun and been paid for it?" Steven also noticed a web cam on the wall. Kevin saw his puzzled look: "No man, that is not on, only if people pay on the internet to my friend, then they can see me here, doing, you know.." Now Steven understand why popular Kevin always had so much money. He felt proud that this wonderful boy wanted to be his friend too and was going to be also Jim's friend. "Now, would you mind telling me what you an Jim have been doing? I can't wait to hear a hot story with the main character beside me!" Lying on the bed Steven shortly told how Jim and he combed his hair and next went into a big screw. "Wow, first he combed you hair and next he pumps all his sperm over it! That Jim likes a fetish alright!" "Shall I teach you more spots to put our sperm?" Steven just nodded, blushed and smiled. He already was soft, except for his prick, ready to surrender to his next screw. Now Kevin started to stroke Steven's hair, knowing it maked the boy very hot. He undressed the shivering small boy and by lowering the clothes he kissed all the lovely spots he came across. Steven reacted so strongly, that Kevin even thought he was to come already by his undressing. Being naked in a second himself - no T-shirt, no undie: no wonder- he jumped on his new little toy. He had been so long the little one being enjoyed by bigger ones. Nowadays he wanted to enjoy the same, so he liked to screw his little brother Richard every week. And finding virgins to deflower was his newest passion now! Steven just lay down on his stomach as Kevin asked him and let Kevin whatever he pleased, whatever he was gonna teach him. Soon Kevin started sucking and wiggling Steve's butt with his tongue and fingers. Also he was smearing some smooth stuff around and in it. His fingers playing from his crotch to his crack and in it. It felt gorgeous for Steven who started making all the noises of his pleasure song. "You're sure you like that, do you?" Kevin asked him. "Now, then here comes my big present for you" and without warning he plunged his rather thick whole rod in the hole of the totally inexperienced virgin. Steven yelled right away, frightened by the suddenly sharp pain in his ass. But it went farther, Kevin went deeper and deeper. Steven thought his whole belly was filled with that huge organ of boy attacker Kevin and thought he would sufficate. He begged Kevin to stop, take it out, let him go but Kevin started now to take his dick in and out again. It caused the pain to come back gulf after gulf. Crying Steven now let things happen inside him, there was no lust in his body left. He felt trapped and victimised by the brutal attack of this beautiful little-boys rapist. Still Kevin now was very nice to him, kissed his tears away, kissed his ears, stroke his hair and whispered: "It's alright, you will like it after a while. It's a great feeling to have a dick in your butt! Why don't you give it a little help? Relax your muscles now, my dick is almost amputated. Relax and tighten, just like your cunt is sucking my rod. If you do it proper I'll shoot my load fast and that is your biggest reward!" Now Steven started to relax and felt more comfortable, even enjoying the thing in his belly. He could feel his gland tickled very strongly and started having a stiff rod himself again. He even started wiggling his butts, trying to get in rhythm with Kevin. After all Steven was musically boy! "You're doing great Steven, your butt is milking me like a little blond angel sucking in paradise!. Jim will love your butt, I'm sure he is not gonna wait long to get his thing in those lovely strong buttocks of yours. You'd better be thankful I made all that room for him now! He might even need more room!" Steven hadn't thought of that for one moment, but doing this for Jim was the best excuse Kevin could come with. Steven even worked hard to please his new sex tutor, the boy who looked so much as his favoured movie kid Oliver Adam. The long soft blond hair of his hero now swept over his shoulders and his face. He could touched it, bite in it and put his nose in it. His attacker now was in such high spirit Steven could do with him what ever he wanted: his hands running through the beautiful soft hair, all the hair to the front to enclose his own face, making Kevin even hotter doing that. Another very hot experience he only could dreamed of. Now Kevin couldn't hold it anymore, hot streams came up his loins, his prick exploded: "YeeeeSSSSesss AaAAARRrghhh UGHhhhhhhhhHH AaaRRRRGhhhg YeeeEEEE AaAAARUUUUURrg UGHARGhhhhhhhhHH AaaRRRRGhhhg" shouted the young stud as he felt jets after jets of hot cum enter the thirteen year old boy's VIRGIN butt. Steven felt his belly filled with warm streams and wiggled even more enjoining that new experience. With Kevin's final spasm, Kevin moved Steven over to the centre of the bed, laying alongside him and kissing him gently. "Your turn now, little screwer. Show how much you've left for me now!" And again Kevin took a strong initiative despite his great screw and put Steven's prick in his hair. He rubbed with his hands the prick of Steven in that hair who never had a feeling like that! All the soft millions of little hair stickled stroked his prick, his balls, his crack, his belly. It was to much and again gulfs of hot sperm came up his loins ready to shoot. Kevin noticed the boiling action and started to suck and still having rubbing his hair around his friend loverod. When the eruption came he captured some of it in his mouth and let it splash his hair. When Steven finally shot his last cum Kevin moved up to him. Then he smeared the sperm from his mouth in Steven hair. "Now we have both your gel in our hair: spermgel-brothers we are! What a hot hobby of your teacher it is! It will keep you randy all day by sniffing your hair. I'm not gonna wash it till you promise me to give me a load soon after I wash it!" Steven smiled and was happy he could make such great guys happy with his love milk, enjoying making it as well. The boys slowly played their hair, their tits, kissing faces and were getting hard again. "Shi..., Kevin sprung up, I forget time, I promised to pick up my brother at his friend Jamie. I met him there when I brought that hot little ass home. He was waiting for him. My little brother has a good taste, I say!" "Can I join you?" Steven was still under the spell of little Jamie hugging his friend Jim. Good be nice to get to know more of the little boy. "Okay, but hurry I promised to be there at eight as Jamie's mother arrives, but I want to be there long before. I want to see what the two little boys are playing with!" Steven thought: "Everybody in this world seems only to be busy screwing, what have I been sleeping all that time, it's the best of life thing !" The boys dressed and took some time combing each others hair. Kevin who never had gel in his blond seductive soft hair now looked like a solemn choirboy with his hair neatly dressed by Steven. "Hurry Steven, I promise you we will do it a million times, I like your hair screw way!" Kevin opened the door and stepped a few meter in hall of the back of the pub. "Off now Jack, see you." A man appeared at the door and almost fainted, looking at the godly little boys, half dressed with their hair made up nice and smelling like........ "You're sure you are leaving, come in for a drink, nobody here..." "Next time Jack, see you around, don't put it in everybody tonite!" said Kevin on his way out. In 10 minutes they arrived at Jamie's home. Kevin knew that at the side of the garden was a door to the basement, where Jamie had his toys, pool table and things parents think boys likes most. But the sounds they heard from the basement didn't sound like pool, table tennis or mini cars play. Unless there were a lot emergency cars involved. The sirens sound was from a different play. End of part three. Any comments welcome at [email protected] any idea for part 4?
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Wed, 9 Feb 2005 22:23:25 +0000 (GMT) From: kick barber <[email protected]> Subject: Shy Steven B. a boyzhair story part 3 (M/t/b, first time, oral, anal, hair) Special thanks to my friend Chaim who helped. Legal things are a personal matter. Respect the copyright and this is for 16+ only. Comments and suggestions are always very welcome at: [email protected] (I will answer them all!) If you have pictures of the main characters of this story you are very welcome! Shy Steven B., lover of boyzhair Part three. Kevin! After another afternoon of more fun in his new short 2 day sex life with his piano teacher Steven left Kevin/ And didn't take any book since he noticed that Jamie had not either taken his books........ "Well? Did you have a good bang?" Kevin asked Steven. Steven just blushed and only touched his hair. Kevin now touched it too "Hee man, you got the smell of sperm in your hair, it must have been heavy" and pushed his nose in it. Steven now felt a little bit sorry for his friend Kevin, pushing him off to have a screw with Jim. He wasn't any more reluctant to his new friend who seemed to love his hair too now! "Can you do it again Steven? I like to put my sperm in your hair too, now! I know a perfect place to play together. We'll do the chess another time, right?" With his hair so seductive made with Jim's sperm Steven could have another go, find out what Kevin was all about. He wanted to go to Jim the next day and ask him what his plans where for Saturday when Kevin and he were invited to cut the grass. By the way, he never saw grass in that garden.... If he only knew what Kevin wanted to do they could make a good plan together! Now Steven decided better to call home to tell, due to his chess playing with a friend, he would come late that nite. No, no worry, his friends helps with the homework too. Kevin took Steven to some back alley, and opened the door in the back of a sort of a pub. "Let's go in here Steven, I can use a room of a friend who works here. He only sleeps there in the weekend when it's late and can't drive home. We'll just have to lock it and nobody will disturb us." Being inside now Steven was very surprised. The little room only had a huge bed, a dvd player and big flat screen on one side, and a little mirror table the other side. The rest of the wall was full of posters of boys, older and younger then with not to many clothes on and standing in a certain way. He even saw Kevin on a lot of them, may be as young as from age 6. "Yes, that's me" Kevin explained. "I was a young starter coming here. I may use this room because my friends made these photographs. Whenever I need some money, he'll make more pics and I get paid. Could you imagine? Having fun and been paid for it?" Steven also noticed a web cam on the wall. Kevin saw his puzzled look: "No man, that is not on, only if people pay on the internet to my friend, then they can see me here, doing, you know.." Now Steven understand why popular Kevin always had so much money. He felt proud that this wonderful boy wanted to be his friend too and was going to be also Jim's friend. "Now, would you mind telling me what you an Jim have been doing? I can't wait to hear a hot story with the main character beside me!" Lying on the bed Steven shortly told how Jim and he combed his hair and next went into a big screw. "Wow, first he combed you hair and next he pumps all his sperm over it! That Jim likes a fetish alright!" "Shall I teach you more spots to put our sperm?" Steven just nodded, blushed and smiled. He already was soft, except for his prick, ready to surrender to his next screw. Now Kevin started to stroke Steven's hair, knowing it maked the boy very hot. He undressed the shivering small boy and by lowering the clothes he kissed all the lovely spots he came across. Steven reacted so strongly, that Kevin even thought he was to come already by his undressing. Being naked in a second himself - no T-shirt, no undie: no wonder- he jumped on his new little toy. He had been so long the little one being enjoyed by bigger ones. Nowadays he wanted to enjoy the same, so he liked to screw his little brother Richard every week. And finding virgins to deflower was his newest passion now! Steven just lay down on his stomach as Kevin asked him and let Kevin whatever he pleased, whatever he was gonna teach him. Soon Kevin started sucking and wiggling Steve's butt with his tongue and fingers. Also he was smearing some smooth stuff around and in it. His fingers playing from his crotch to his crack and in it. It felt gorgeous for Steven who started making all the noises of his pleasure song. "You're sure you like that, do you?" Kevin asked him. "Now, then here comes my big present for you" and without warning he plunged his rather thick whole rod in the hole of the totally inexperienced virgin. Steven yelled right away, frightened by the suddenly sharp pain in his ass. But it went farther, Kevin went deeper and deeper. Steven thought his whole belly was filled with that huge organ of boy attacker Kevin and thought he would sufficate. He begged Kevin to stop, take it out, let him go but Kevin started now to take his dick in and out again. It caused the pain to come back gulf after gulf. Crying Steven now let things happen inside him, there was no lust in his body left. He felt trapped and victimised by the brutal attack of this beautiful little-boys rapist. Still Kevin now was very nice to him, kissed his tears away, kissed his ears, stroke his hair and whispered: "It's alright, you will like it after a while. It's a great feeling to have a dick in your butt! Why don't you give it a little help? Relax your muscles now, my dick is almost amputated. Relax and tighten, just like your cunt is sucking my rod. If you do it proper I'll shoot my load fast and that is your biggest reward!" Now Steven started to relax and felt more comfortable, even enjoying the thing in his belly. He could feel his gland tickled very strongly and started having a stiff rod himself again. He even started wiggling his butts, trying to get in rhythm with Kevin. After all Steven was musically boy! "You're doing great Steven, your butt is milking me like a little blond angel sucking in paradise!. Jim will love your butt, I'm sure he is not gonna wait long to get his thing in those lovely strong buttocks of yours. You'd better be thankful I made all that room for him now! He might even need more room!" Steven hadn't thought of that for one moment, but doing this for Jim was the best excuse Kevin could come with. Steven even worked hard to please his new sex tutor, the boy who looked so much as his favoured movie kid Oliver Adam. The long soft blond hair of his hero now swept over his shoulders and his face. He could touched it, bite in it and put his nose in it. His attacker now was in such high spirit Steven could do with him what ever he wanted: his hands running through the beautiful soft hair, all the hair to the front to enclose his own face, making Kevin even hotter doing that. Another very hot experience he only could dreamed of. Now Kevin couldn't hold it anymore, hot streams came up his loins, his prick exploded: "YeeeeSSSSesss AaAAARRrghhh UGHhhhhhhhhHH AaaRRRRGhhhg YeeeEEEE AaAAARUUUUURrg UGHARGhhhhhhhhHH AaaRRRRGhhhg" shouted the young stud as he felt jets after jets of hot cum enter the thirteen year old boy's VIRGIN butt. Steven felt his belly filled with warm streams and wiggled even more enjoining that new experience. With Kevin's final spasm, Kevin moved Steven over to the centre of the bed, laying alongside him and kissing him gently. "Your turn now, little screwer. Show how much you've left for me now!" And again Kevin took a strong initiative despite his great screw and put Steven's prick in his hair. He rubbed with his hands the prick of Steven in that hair who never had a feeling like that! All the soft millions of little hair stickled stroked his prick, his balls, his crack, his belly. It was to much and again gulfs of hot sperm came up his loins ready to shoot. Kevin noticed the boiling action and started to suck and still having rubbing his hair around his friend loverod. When the eruption came he captured some of it in his mouth and let it splash his hair. When Steven finally shot his last cum Kevin moved up to him. Then he smeared the sperm from his mouth in Steven hair. "Now we have both your gel in our hair: spermgel-brothers we are! What a hot hobby of your teacher it is! It will keep you randy all day by sniffing your hair. I'm not gonna wash it till you promise me to give me a load soon after I wash it!" Steven smiled and was happy he could make such great guys happy with his love milk, enjoying making it as well. The boys slowly played their hair, their tits, kissing faces and were getting hard again. "Shi..., Kevin sprung up, I forget time, I promised to pick up my brother at his friend Jamie. I met him there when I brought that hot little ass home. He was waiting for him. My little brother has a good taste, I say!" "Can I join you?" Steven was still under the spell of little Jamie hugging his friend Jim. Good be nice to get to know more of the little boy. "Okay, but hurry I promised to be there at eight as Jamie's mother arrives, but I want to be there long before. I want to see what the two little boys are playing with!" Steven thought: "Everybody in this world seems only to be busy screwing, what have I been sleeping all that time, it's the best of life thing !" The boys dressed and took some time combing each others hair. Kevin who never had gel in his blond seductive soft hair now looked like a solemn choirboy with his hair neatly dressed by Steven. "Hurry Steven, I promise you we will do it a million times, I like your hair screw way!" Kevin opened the door and stepped a few meter in hall of the back of the pub. "Off now Jack, see you." A man appeared at the door and almost fainted, looking at the godly little boys, half dressed with their hair made up nice and smelling like........ "You're sure you are leaving, come in for a drink, nobody here..." "Next time Jack, see you around, don't put it in everybody tonite!" said Kevin on his way out. In 10 minutes they arrived at Jamie's home. Kevin knew that at the side of the garden was a door to the basement, where Jamie had his toys, pool table and things parents think boys likes most. But the sounds they heard from the basement didn't sound like pool, table tennis or mini cars play. Unless there were a lot emergency cars involved. The sirens sound was from a different play. End of part three. Any comments welcome at [email protected] any idea for part 4? </[email protected]> </div></div>
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Date: Fri, 11 Feb 2005 19:05:38 +0000 (GMT) From: kick barber Subject: boyzhair stories: Jamie's hair affair part 2 After a day of his first sexual adventure Jamie decided he was not gonna spent a day without playing with his new toy. So that evening Jamie went to bed and start playing as usual his little rod. Looking at the mirror at the end of his bed he saw his hair as gorgeous as ever and got more horny looking/ He thought of all the new lessons he learned about his dick from his best friend Richard. The boys had decided to spent the whole afternoon together: Richard should skip his soccer training and Jamie decided to skip his music lesson, although his music teacher Jim was one of his best friends. After a few strong boyish pulses in his groin he dozed of dreaming of his new live, his new love live with Richard, that blond stud of grade 7. Next morning Jamie never was so "shine and bright" at breakfast. His mother wondered if there was a school outing, so excited was Jamie and so well groomed. It had took him more then an hour to pick his clothing and to comb his hair to be sure that Richard would look at him right from the beginning of the school day. Not much later he arrived at school and saw from a distant his friend, waiting at the porch in stead of playing soccer as usual. Richard saw his little friend arriving after being extra early at school. His heart start beating when he realised that this gorgeous little boy was his friend. They walked down the schoolyard, acting as they occasionally met each other and looking if they weren't too much interested, because they instinctively sensed that they shouldn't show off there bond at school too much. During the lessons Jamie watched the clock in front of the class more then often. In the drawing lesson the subject was to make a non figurative drawing. Jamie made shapes like a pole and little rounds all around it. His class friend Carl, who sat beside him, giggled looking at it. "You should make some balls too" he suggested gaily! "I never knew you had such a dirty mind" Jamie responded naively as if he never thought of that too. He noticed that Carl was twisting his upper legs and shifted in his seat. "Strange," he thought "I'm never aware of boys having a hard on and now every one seems to have it!" Like his older friend Richard had taught Jamie before, he said to Carl: "Don't be ashamed about your prick, the boys in grade 7 would be jealous to have half your size!" Carl looked in great surprise to this unexpected reaction from his friend. His mind kept asking what on earth Jamie was telling him and made his prick getting stiff even more! He decided to ask him later how he could know the size of the 7 graders. Something he had been wondering himself already for a long time since his prick was doing growing exercises if he was playing wrestling games with the older boys on the school yard. But during the morning break Carl couldn't find Jamie anywhere to ask him about his knowledge of pricks of the 7 graders. As soon as the final bell rung Jamie ran to the bike yard for his friend Richard. Richard appeared relaxed, surrounded as usual by a lot of classmates. A strange feeling of fear to loose his big friend engulfed Jamie. He heard the boys asking why Richard wasn't coming to play that afternoon or skipped the soccer training or didn't stay and all that sort of questions. Richard kind of talk around the questions, mentioning aunts coming, dogs to be taken to the vet and other excuses he could find so quickly. Although he had a strange feeling of betraying his friends, he felt sure he was having a great afternoon his way. All morning he had been thinking of all the sex he was gonna teach his little friend that afternoon. He had been looking forward to go to Jamie's house again, since it was so much more comfortable then his own place with noisy and bossy big brothers. There was a heaven on earth! Passing Jamie he grinned and walked on. He saw Jamie looking puzzled but expected him to follow to his bike. He talked more casually with his friends taking his bike out of the rack and turned around to the gate. Passing Jamie again he bumped rather hard into him. Jamie was frightened by this action of his friend (?) and reached out to his hurt knee. Immediately Richard dropped his bike and turned to the poor victim. Just as Jamie was gonna say that it didn't hurt really Richard shouted: "Man, sorry, I wrecked you knee! You cannot bend it anymore. How can you walk home now? Oh man, it's my fault! Let me take you home. Sit on my bike and I'll bring you to your mum!" While examining the "wounded" knee he hissed in Jamie's ear: "Act painful! " Jamie didn't quite understand all the razzmatazz his friend made, but reacted accordingly, again under the spell of his big hero. When both boys were out of sight of all the classmates Richard turned around and said: "How did you like my trick to get you on my bike?" At last Jamie understood the whole story in which he had to play the victim in order to get on the bike! He started laughing loudly and tickled his friend to take revenge. With a wrestling boy on his back seat Richard almost felt over and had to stop. They continued their wrestling on grass till both were tired. During the wrestling Richard inspected already the state of Jamie's little dickey and wasn't surprised to find it stiff and straight as ever! Jamie enjoyed this inspection and like a young dog he surrendered, laying on his back and waiting to be taken by the big horny boy above him. Richard though laughed and proposed his victim to get up and race to his home. Suddenly Jamie remembered that his mother had given him some money to buy his new friend an ice cream if they were going to spend the afternoon together. Richard agreed the idea since in the mall they had great ice creams. When they entered the mall they saw some boys hanging around, showing off their manly hood to all walkers by. Probably young girls you'd expect. But for the two boys this 'ready to attack' boys were ultimate hero's . They stared at the boys and their sharp appearance before going into the ice cream shop. Richard had to make some room for his prick in his tight jeans, which wasn't unnoticed by the boys. Slowly, their eyes still turned to the boys, they went in the shop and bought the largest ice cream they could afford. Back again out of the shop they noticed that the boys had come closer, even walked towards them. Both felt themselves attracted to the big guys but also feared what they were up too. They froze like their ice and stared in admiration and fear to them. "Nice ice you got" one of them started. "nice to buy it for me!" and with a laugh he made idle movement to the boys. Frightened the boys moved to each other, Jamie ready to give up the ice-cream.. Another guy said that ice cream wasn't healthy for sissies and came closer also. Admiration became fear till the smartest looking guy came real close and said to the boys: "Don't pay attention to them, they like to tease, but if they attack I'll help you" and he took the boys both under his arms like he was their big shield. The boys felt safer now and even enjoyed the embracing of this strong guy and giggling they pushed themselves in his side. They felt proud to be part of a game with those hunks. "My name is Eric," their protector said, "and whenever you rascals need me to protect you don't hesitate to call" Richard reacted prompt witty : "Well what is your phone number then " turning to his hero, touching accidentally (?) his rather swollen crotch and spilling ice on it. All the guys laughed about this sharp remark and the ice-cream on that special spot. "He has to lick it off, he spoilt your pants" the guys cried and tumbled over each other with laughter. Jamie, feeling sorry for Eric started to wipe of the spilled ice-cream, rather not realizing what he was causing now for the poor boy. Eric turned red and bent himself to Jamie and told him friendly to stop. The guys and Richard now stood laughing looking at this tender scene and when the still laughing guys walked away some bold remarks were "ping ponged " about the situation they just saw. When Richard and Jamie came back at the bike they saw to their great surprise Eric walking towards them. Jamie thought he was coming to complain about the spillage on his pants. But the friendly great guy just said to Richard: "You still want my number? Me be you need me really when my friends start to bully you again!" Richard nodded surprised and while Eric was looking for some paper Jamie said: "Do you want my phone number too? I have my own mobile! Then you can call me too! Or send a SMS! " Jamie didn't really understood why he said that, but Eric was such a nice guy he would love to be called by him. Eric gave his number to Richard, again telling him not to forget to call him, and wrote down Jamie's number. "I'll call you, little rascal, I'll call you when you have to clean my crotch again" Eric laughed. Richard now was sure that Eric indeed would liked to be called, even when he was not bullied by his so called friends. He felt the same sensation as yesterday when the swim guard Fred offered him to stay longer in the pool and promised himself to hide the Eric's number on a safe spot. He asked Eric what school he was from and learned that Eric was training to become a hairdresser. Just like his friends in the mall. "Now I'll be off, my friends will be wondering what took me so long besides cleaning my pants" Eric said, and after giving them a careful distant hug, still pushing his groin at their faces, he reluctantly left the boys. "Wow" Richard said," Isn't he something" "When will you call him Rich, can I come too?" Jamie was afraid that he might miss out being together with Eric. "Jamie, I want to do everything together, don't you forget that," answered Richard. "Did you hear him telling he was a hairdresser? We can ask him to do our hair!" Now both boys really got shivers and without saying a word they started to bike home. Jamie again on the back, now holding two ice-creams, still half consumed....... They rushed inside, leaving the bike laying somewhere, and jumped after each other in the famous great seat. The ice-cream was dripping now like a waterfall. But still the boys preferred to take of their T-shirts first. Then they finished their ice-cream while starting a close body wrestling as well. Ice-cream dripped all over their naked bodies, the cones almost empty. Richard dropped the cone and start licking all the spilled ice cream from his little friend, who reacted of course doing the same. "Come and clean my crotch, please," imitated Richard their big hero Eric. Jamie didn't wait, but dove straight to the crotch of his friend. He tried to nibble through the jeans to get a hold of a thick rod, hidden in it. "Oh, man, not so fast, aaargh" Richard cried almost enjoying his first ejaculation that day already..... He tried to kick his attacker away, taking care of removing his much to tight jeans the same time. Jamie seemed to loose his pants without doing a thing and again, he didn't wear any Calvin Klein again. The melted ice-cream dripped down farther both boys groins to reach the stem of their love weapon. They looked at it, then to each other and giggled mean and hurled themselves on the lollipops covered with ice-cream. Both the tongues started at the stem, licking up and down, up and down till all ice cream disappeared and the two little lips enclosed the tips, playing with their tongues over the pee-split. Groaning and moaning and twisting bodies of the two little boys like snakes curled around themselves. To their surprise this "touch what you can touch" ended when to their surprise their heads met above it. Richard took his hands around little Jamie and kissed over his face, while he felt all the hairs he could find. Jamie said in at once "Rich, your hair is all messed, can I make it neat again?" Richard couldn't think of anything more sexy than his hairfriend doing his hair. While Jamie looked for his comb, Richard made himself comfortable in the seat, ready to welcome his grooming pal. With Jamie working as a massagist on his head, his lips kissed Jamie breast. Jamie reacted as usual with thrusting hips causing Richard's prick to pump up his load waiting all afternoon after their mall adventure. Also Jamie started having his first ejaculation, dry as ever mixing with the sperm of Richard. "You got new ice-cream" Jamie cried thrusting himself on the milky white spots. Now with Jamie licking his legs Richard started at last to stroke the wonderful swop of hair of his friend which made him so sexy. The moment of rest was only short, because Jamie asked Richard to join him upstairs to do it all over again Richard, remembering all the tricks he had planned, followed his friend quickly, thinking what would be the first way. Although he knew most of it only in theory, the state of his prick was already fit to do all the exercises. He was surprised to see the big room Jamie was sleeping! But mostly he admired the mirrors everywhere! Jamie showed his room, especially a little drawer in which he kept some brushes, combs and again a little mirror. While Richard was ready to start another screwing session his little friend asked him what brush he wanted to do each other hair again. Richard didn't care but picked the first by hand and started to treat little Jamie. Jamie was naked sitting in front of a man high mirror and helped Richard making his hair. They parted it in the middle, combed it back on top and to the front again at the sides, all over the cheeks and toward the eyebrows. The angel now looking in the mirror was of such outstanding beauty that Richard only could sigh for this work of art. He was ready to put his prick again over all this beauty ness. But now Jamie told him to sit and started to make the same hairdo with his friend, which succeeded rather well. After all the wrestling that day there wasn't much left of the gel. Again their faces were all enclosed by their black and blond curls and the ample space now was filled by two kissing lips. Kissing and caressing they walked to the bed. Richard was amazed of the size of it. The could start a hide and seek on it. But now he only sought the darling little rose butt he discovered yesterday. He put the legs of his friends over his shoulders and buried his face in the but, starting kissing the small, still restraint balls and down the crack to the little glory hole. Jamie surprised by this new holding waited patiently what Richards next act was gonna be. With his hands under his head he could follow everything in the mirror what happened to him and the back of his friend, who also showed a neat tight little rose but between his love hills! Jamie thought to target that but pretty soon after Richard was finished! Richards tongue was swift followed by his fingers. Starting with one he was already trying to put more in it, greeted with moans of pleasure and pain by his friend saying: "farther, deeper, more, go for it..." Richard remembered that his brother always talked about the help of some stuff to make the tunnel more slippery when he was screwed by the neighbour boy Boyd. Otherwise he didn't know how to get his prick in the very small tunnel. At once he remembered the jar of gel he had given as a present to Jamie during the break in the morning when they were in the toilet together. "Where did you put the gel?" he asked the little body in the mirror. "Its in my schoolbag" was the reply. Richard told Jamie to lay on his belly and get himself a surprise. When he came back with the gel the little rascal was working in his butt with his on hands, making noises like in the sex movies his brothers always were watching. "Here I come," Ivanhoe yelled at his victim and jumped on the willing back. He started putting the gel on the butt of his friend and working it in it more and more. The slippery butt made it more fun too to get right to the hole. All the work on his rose butt made Jamie moan louder and louder, still enjoying the sight of it in the mirror.....his wonderful friend with his back and rose butt too. After the treat yesterday he would like to try to touch the inside of his friend too! His eyes grew out of proportion when he saw his friend pointing his stiff prick to his bud! Was it really true, is that all possible too? His butt wiggled and jumped from joy of the unknown happening. "Calm down" Richard laughed, "wait pumping till I'm in, please!" For both the exercise wasn't easy: Richards first butt screw and Jamie's defloration. Richard managed to get the tip in, but hesitated when Jamie started screaming. "Shall I stop now? " he asked doubtfully. The answer wasn't very specific and he decided to push on. His foreskin rolled down his prick as never before and strange sensational feelings started tickling all through his prick. He couldn't hold anymore and in one push made it disappear till the roots its balls. Shivering he hugged his screaming friend not knowing what to do know, but his prick and hips started pumping stroke after stroke. His screaming friend now start moaning in a crying way and raised his butt to push out the intruder. But all this movements made their nice feelings grow and grow and both were soon moaning a duet of sheer happiness. Kissing, stroking hair, accompanied their first great screw and again it didn't take them long to produce their early outings of sexual pleasure. "I'm coming, o man I'm coming!" Richard cried out loud. Exhausted they stayed in winged now somewhat longer then ever before. Richard couldn't figure out what exercise would be next and Jamie was waiting to find a chance to dig himself in Richards butt. The smell of the boy milk drips from Richard drugged the boys even more. After a few groans of Richard Jamie slowly started crawling towards his crotch and kissed all over his balls. His little fingers searching for the hole on the other side. After a few wrong painful trials Richard turned around to give the little explorer a better view at his target. Still easygoing Jamie examined the bud closer, trying to look in it, putting his nose in it and wet it with his tongue. Richard stretched himself and contracted his butt a few times to relax . Jamie saw the opening getting wider and dug in it with his finger, already greased at the nearby gel jar. He was astonished how easily smooth his finger went in all through. Again Richard stretched and thought how nicer the finger of his little friend felt then the huge dick his brother plunged in him every Saturday night. He felt now things in there he never felt before. Little Jamie was exploring all the secrets of his inside and despite all screwing that day, his dick start getting stiff again. "Great" he thought, "may be today I will break my record of six screws a day!" It didn't take long before Jamie was trying to put his little dick in the hole too. "I'm screwing Rich, I really can do it" he told his big friend. Richard did its best to please the little intruder and milk him with his butt muscles as much he could. At least he had learned something useful from his brother! Getting to the next outburst of a sexual explosion Jamie pumped his stiffie in and out in a outrageous tempo, not to be followed by his willing friend still twisting his hips. "I'm coming, I'm coming" Jamie imitated his friend and ejaculated faster and more then ever before. At once his prick jumped out and Jamie discovered a few sticky drips at his tip. "I have milk too, come, look" he shouted at his friend. Joyful he looked at the glistering top of his dickey. "Now you can drink me too!" After so much giving the boys were dying for a little real drink and a towel to wipe of all the sweat that had taken all spots on their tiny bodies. Back in the seat in the living room they had a coke and sat silently bud to bud. Their spare hand buried between each other tights. They had a still hours left that afternoon, but realised to slow down for a while because even the most horny little boys can get tired down under. "Let's ring Eric" Jamie said out of the blue. "You have his number, we can ask him to give us a haircut!" "Now?" Richard said astonished "Why do you want that?"" "I don't want a haircut now " Jamie said "I hate haircuts, but may be he can give us a haircut and not cut us at all, Rich!" Richard felt for a somewhat new activity and also felt like taking some revenge to the bullying guys and agreed to talk to Eric. "Hallo Eric, this is Richard, yes it's me already. ...... can I ask you something? My friend Jamie wants a haircut, but not his hair cut. Can you do that too?" Jamie took the phone from Richard, eager to hear his new big friend too. "Now I'm not crazy, Eric! Why can't you do my hair without a scissor. I hate scissors in my hair!........Can you do it and you want to make what.......?" After putting down the phone Jamie told Richard: "He agreed, he wants us to come to the shopping mall tomorrow again and he want also to make pictures of us! It's secret he said, so we shouldn't tell anybody, otherwise his friends will come again" "Okay with me pal," Richard said "let's make this our secret. We have a secret club and sometimes we will have a guest! We call our club the two, because we will stay always the best friends ever!" Jamie agreed and fixed it with hundreds of kisses on his friends face. "Let's go swimming," Richard proposed. He was ready for some fresh water. Slowly they got their clothes: no Calvin K. again of course. And slowly they fixed their hair again, helping each other. On the bike Jamie held his friend as tight as he could. The warm stream in Richard's body kept on coming. They were so happy! At the swimming pool Fred the guard greeted them cordially. "You're rather late boys, closing time is not long anymore. But didn't I promise you yesterday you could stay longer? I didn't expect you to use my invitation so quickly! Don't leave now at the whistle all right?" The boys not aware of any time couldn't care less. Six o'clock or later. Being together till eight was all what matters now. That's what Fred also thought staring at the boys walking down the boxes hall. One hand fixed his hair, his other hand fixed his imprisoned dick. End of part two Read part three! Jim teaches them more! Please react at [email protected].
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Fri, 11 Feb 2005 19:05:38 +0000 (GMT) From: kick barber <[email protected]> Subject: boyzhair stories: Jamie's hair affair part 2 After a day of his first sexual adventure Jamie decided he was not gonna spent a day without playing with his new toy. So that evening Jamie went to bed and start playing as usual his little rod. Looking at the mirror at the end of his bed he saw his hair as gorgeous as ever and got more horny looking/ He thought of all the new lessons he learned about his dick from his best friend Richard. The boys had decided to spent the whole afternoon together: Richard should skip his soccer training and Jamie decided to skip his music lesson, although his music teacher Jim was one of his best friends. After a few strong boyish pulses in his groin he dozed of dreaming of his new live, his new love live with Richard, that blond stud of grade 7. Next morning Jamie never was so "shine and bright" at breakfast. His mother wondered if there was a school outing, so excited was Jamie and so well groomed. It had took him more then an hour to pick his clothing and to comb his hair to be sure that Richard would look at him right from the beginning of the school day. Not much later he arrived at school and saw from a distant his friend, waiting at the porch in stead of playing soccer as usual. Richard saw his little friend arriving after being extra early at school. His heart start beating when he realised that this gorgeous little boy was his friend. They walked down the schoolyard, acting as they occasionally met each other and looking if they weren't too much interested, because they instinctively sensed that they shouldn't show off there bond at school too much. During the lessons Jamie watched the clock in front of the class more then often. In the drawing lesson the subject was to make a non figurative drawing. Jamie made shapes like a pole and little rounds all around it. His class friend Carl, who sat beside him, giggled looking at it. "You should make some balls too" he suggested gaily! "I never knew you had such a dirty mind" Jamie responded naively as if he never thought of that too. He noticed that Carl was twisting his upper legs and shifted in his seat. "Strange," he thought "I'm never aware of boys having a hard on and now every one seems to have it!" Like his older friend Richard had taught Jamie before, he said to Carl: "Don't be ashamed about your prick, the boys in grade 7 would be jealous to have half your size!" Carl looked in great surprise to this unexpected reaction from his friend. His mind kept asking what on earth Jamie was telling him and made his prick getting stiff even more! He decided to ask him later how he could know the size of the 7 graders. Something he had been wondering himself already for a long time since his prick was doing growing exercises if he was playing wrestling games with the older boys on the school yard. But during the morning break Carl couldn't find Jamie anywhere to ask him about his knowledge of pricks of the 7 graders. As soon as the final bell rung Jamie ran to the bike yard for his friend Richard. Richard appeared relaxed, surrounded as usual by a lot of classmates. A strange feeling of fear to loose his big friend engulfed Jamie. He heard the boys asking why Richard wasn't coming to play that afternoon or skipped the soccer training or didn't stay and all that sort of questions. Richard kind of talk around the questions, mentioning aunts coming, dogs to be taken to the vet and other excuses he could find so quickly. Although he had a strange feeling of betraying his friends, he felt sure he was having a great afternoon his way. All morning he had been thinking of all the sex he was gonna teach his little friend that afternoon. He had been looking forward to go to Jamie's house again, since it was so much more comfortable then his own place with noisy and bossy big brothers. There was a heaven on earth! Passing Jamie he grinned and walked on. He saw Jamie looking puzzled but expected him to follow to his bike. He talked more casually with his friends taking his bike out of the rack and turned around to the gate. Passing Jamie again he bumped rather hard into him. Jamie was frightened by this action of his friend (?) and reached out to his hurt knee. Immediately Richard dropped his bike and turned to the poor victim. Just as Jamie was gonna say that it didn't hurt really Richard shouted: "Man, sorry, I wrecked you knee! You cannot bend it anymore. How can you walk home now? Oh man, it's my fault! Let me take you home. Sit on my bike and I'll bring you to your mum!" While examining the "wounded" knee he hissed in Jamie's ear: "Act painful! " Jamie didn't quite understand all the razzmatazz his friend made, but reacted accordingly, again under the spell of his big hero. When both boys were out of sight of all the classmates Richard turned around and said: "How did you like my trick to get you on my bike?" At last Jamie understood the whole story in which he had to play the victim in order to get on the bike! He started laughing loudly and tickled his friend to take revenge. With a wrestling boy on his back seat Richard almost felt over and had to stop. They continued their wrestling on grass till both were tired. During the wrestling Richard inspected already the state of Jamie's little dickey and wasn't surprised to find it stiff and straight as ever! Jamie enjoyed this inspection and like a young dog he surrendered, laying on his back and waiting to be taken by the big horny boy above him. Richard though laughed and proposed his victim to get up and race to his home. Suddenly Jamie remembered that his mother had given him some money to buy his new friend an ice cream if they were going to spend the afternoon together. Richard agreed the idea since in the mall they had great ice creams. When they entered the mall they saw some boys hanging around, showing off their manly hood to all walkers by. Probably young girls you'd expect. But for the two boys this 'ready to attack' boys were ultimate hero's . They stared at the boys and their sharp appearance before going into the ice cream shop. Richard had to make some room for his prick in his tight jeans, which wasn't unnoticed by the boys. Slowly, their eyes still turned to the boys, they went in the shop and bought the largest ice cream they could afford. Back again out of the shop they noticed that the boys had come closer, even walked towards them. Both felt themselves attracted to the big guys but also feared what they were up too. They froze like their ice and stared in admiration and fear to them. "Nice ice you got" one of them started. "nice to buy it for me!" and with a laugh he made idle movement to the boys. Frightened the boys moved to each other, Jamie ready to give up the ice-cream.. Another guy said that ice cream wasn't healthy for sissies and came closer also. Admiration became fear till the smartest looking guy came real close and said to the boys: "Don't pay attention to them, they like to tease, but if they attack I'll help you" and he took the boys both under his arms like he was their big shield. The boys felt safer now and even enjoyed the embracing of this strong guy and giggling they pushed themselves in his side. They felt proud to be part of a game with those hunks. "My name is Eric," their protector said, "and whenever you rascals need me to protect you don't hesitate to call" Richard reacted prompt witty : "Well what is your phone number then " turning to his hero, touching accidentally (?) his rather swollen crotch and spilling ice on it. All the guys laughed about this sharp remark and the ice-cream on that special spot. "He has to lick it off, he spoilt your pants" the guys cried and tumbled over each other with laughter. Jamie, feeling sorry for Eric started to wipe of the spilled ice-cream, rather not realizing what he was causing now for the poor boy. Eric turned red and bent himself to Jamie and told him friendly to stop. The guys and Richard now stood laughing looking at this tender scene and when the still laughing guys walked away some bold remarks were "ping ponged " about the situation they just saw. When Richard and Jamie came back at the bike they saw to their great surprise Eric walking towards them. Jamie thought he was coming to complain about the spillage on his pants. But the friendly great guy just said to Richard: "You still want my number? Me be you need me really when my friends start to bully you again!" Richard nodded surprised and while Eric was looking for some paper Jamie said: "Do you want my phone number too? I have my own mobile! Then you can call me too! Or send a SMS! " Jamie didn't really understood why he said that, but Eric was such a nice guy he would love to be called by him. Eric gave his number to Richard, again telling him not to forget to call him, and wrote down Jamie's number. "I'll call you, little rascal, I'll call you when you have to clean my crotch again" Eric laughed. Richard now was sure that Eric indeed would liked to be called, even when he was not bullied by his so called friends. He felt the same sensation as yesterday when the swim guard Fred offered him to stay longer in the pool and promised himself to hide the Eric's number on a safe spot. He asked Eric what school he was from and learned that Eric was training to become a hairdresser. Just like his friends in the mall. "Now I'll be off, my friends will be wondering what took me so long besides cleaning my pants" Eric said, and after giving them a careful distant hug, still pushing his groin at their faces, he reluctantly left the boys. "Wow" Richard said," Isn't he something" "When will you call him Rich, can I come too?" Jamie was afraid that he might miss out being together with Eric. "Jamie, I want to do everything together, don't you forget that," answered Richard. "Did you hear him telling he was a hairdresser? We can ask him to do our hair!" Now both boys really got shivers and without saying a word they started to bike home. Jamie again on the back, now holding two ice-creams, still half consumed....... They rushed inside, leaving the bike laying somewhere, and jumped after each other in the famous great seat. The ice-cream was dripping now like a waterfall. But still the boys preferred to take of their T-shirts first. Then they finished their ice-cream while starting a close body wrestling as well. Ice-cream dripped all over their naked bodies, the cones almost empty. Richard dropped the cone and start licking all the spilled ice cream from his little friend, who reacted of course doing the same. "Come and clean my crotch, please," imitated Richard their big hero Eric. Jamie didn't wait, but dove straight to the crotch of his friend. He tried to nibble through the jeans to get a hold of a thick rod, hidden in it. "Oh, man, not so fast, aaargh" Richard cried almost enjoying his first ejaculation that day already..... He tried to kick his attacker away, taking care of removing his much to tight jeans the same time. Jamie seemed to loose his pants without doing a thing and again, he didn't wear any Calvin Klein again. The melted ice-cream dripped down farther both boys groins to reach the stem of their love weapon. They looked at it, then to each other and giggled mean and hurled themselves on the lollipops covered with ice-cream. Both the tongues started at the stem, licking up and down, up and down till all ice cream disappeared and the two little lips enclosed the tips, playing with their tongues over the pee-split. Groaning and moaning and twisting bodies of the two little boys like snakes curled around themselves. To their surprise this "touch what you can touch" ended when to their surprise their heads met above it. Richard took his hands around little Jamie and kissed over his face, while he felt all the hairs he could find. Jamie said in at once "Rich, your hair is all messed, can I make it neat again?" Richard couldn't think of anything more sexy than his hairfriend doing his hair. While Jamie looked for his comb, Richard made himself comfortable in the seat, ready to welcome his grooming pal. With Jamie working as a massagist on his head, his lips kissed Jamie breast. Jamie reacted as usual with thrusting hips causing Richard's prick to pump up his load waiting all afternoon after their mall adventure. Also Jamie started having his first ejaculation, dry as ever mixing with the sperm of Richard. "You got new ice-cream" Jamie cried thrusting himself on the milky white spots. Now with Jamie licking his legs Richard started at last to stroke the wonderful swop of hair of his friend which made him so sexy. The moment of rest was only short, because Jamie asked Richard to join him upstairs to do it all over again Richard, remembering all the tricks he had planned, followed his friend quickly, thinking what would be the first way. Although he knew most of it only in theory, the state of his prick was already fit to do all the exercises. He was surprised to see the big room Jamie was sleeping! But mostly he admired the mirrors everywhere! Jamie showed his room, especially a little drawer in which he kept some brushes, combs and again a little mirror. While Richard was ready to start another screwing session his little friend asked him what brush he wanted to do each other hair again. Richard didn't care but picked the first by hand and started to treat little Jamie. Jamie was naked sitting in front of a man high mirror and helped Richard making his hair. They parted it in the middle, combed it back on top and to the front again at the sides, all over the cheeks and toward the eyebrows. The angel now looking in the mirror was of such outstanding beauty that Richard only could sigh for this work of art. He was ready to put his prick again over all this beauty ness. But now Jamie told him to sit and started to make the same hairdo with his friend, which succeeded rather well. After all the wrestling that day there wasn't much left of the gel. Again their faces were all enclosed by their black and blond curls and the ample space now was filled by two kissing lips. Kissing and caressing they walked to the bed. Richard was amazed of the size of it. The could start a hide and seek on it. But now he only sought the darling little rose butt he discovered yesterday. He put the legs of his friends over his shoulders and buried his face in the but, starting kissing the small, still restraint balls and down the crack to the little glory hole. Jamie surprised by this new holding waited patiently what Richards next act was gonna be. With his hands under his head he could follow everything in the mirror what happened to him and the back of his friend, who also showed a neat tight little rose but between his love hills! Jamie thought to target that but pretty soon after Richard was finished! Richards tongue was swift followed by his fingers. Starting with one he was already trying to put more in it, greeted with moans of pleasure and pain by his friend saying: "farther, deeper, more, go for it..." Richard remembered that his brother always talked about the help of some stuff to make the tunnel more slippery when he was screwed by the neighbour boy Boyd. Otherwise he didn't know how to get his prick in the very small tunnel. At once he remembered the jar of gel he had given as a present to Jamie during the break in the morning when they were in the toilet together. "Where did you put the gel?" he asked the little body in the mirror. "Its in my schoolbag" was the reply. Richard told Jamie to lay on his belly and get himself a surprise. When he came back with the gel the little rascal was working in his butt with his on hands, making noises like in the sex movies his brothers always were watching. "Here I come," Ivanhoe yelled at his victim and jumped on the willing back. He started putting the gel on the butt of his friend and working it in it more and more. The slippery butt made it more fun too to get right to the hole. All the work on his rose butt made Jamie moan louder and louder, still enjoying the sight of it in the mirror.....his wonderful friend with his back and rose butt too. After the treat yesterday he would like to try to touch the inside of his friend too! His eyes grew out of proportion when he saw his friend pointing his stiff prick to his bud! Was it really true, is that all possible too? His butt wiggled and jumped from joy of the unknown happening. "Calm down" Richard laughed, "wait pumping till I'm in, please!" For both the exercise wasn't easy: Richards first butt screw and Jamie's defloration. Richard managed to get the tip in, but hesitated when Jamie started screaming. "Shall I stop now? " he asked doubtfully. The answer wasn't very specific and he decided to push on. His foreskin rolled down his prick as never before and strange sensational feelings started tickling all through his prick. He couldn't hold anymore and in one push made it disappear till the roots its balls. Shivering he hugged his screaming friend not knowing what to do know, but his prick and hips started pumping stroke after stroke. His screaming friend now start moaning in a crying way and raised his butt to push out the intruder. But all this movements made their nice feelings grow and grow and both were soon moaning a duet of sheer happiness. Kissing, stroking hair, accompanied their first great screw and again it didn't take them long to produce their early outings of sexual pleasure. "I'm coming, o man I'm coming!" Richard cried out loud. Exhausted they stayed in winged now somewhat longer then ever before. Richard couldn't figure out what exercise would be next and Jamie was waiting to find a chance to dig himself in Richards butt. The smell of the boy milk drips from Richard drugged the boys even more. After a few groans of Richard Jamie slowly started crawling towards his crotch and kissed all over his balls. His little fingers searching for the hole on the other side. After a few wrong painful trials Richard turned around to give the little explorer a better view at his target. Still easygoing Jamie examined the bud closer, trying to look in it, putting his nose in it and wet it with his tongue. Richard stretched himself and contracted his butt a few times to relax . Jamie saw the opening getting wider and dug in it with his finger, already greased at the nearby gel jar. He was astonished how easily smooth his finger went in all through. Again Richard stretched and thought how nicer the finger of his little friend felt then the huge dick his brother plunged in him every Saturday night. He felt now things in there he never felt before. Little Jamie was exploring all the secrets of his inside and despite all screwing that day, his dick start getting stiff again. "Great" he thought, "may be today I will break my record of six screws a day!" It didn't take long before Jamie was trying to put his little dick in the hole too. "I'm screwing Rich, I really can do it" he told his big friend. Richard did its best to please the little intruder and milk him with his butt muscles as much he could. At least he had learned something useful from his brother! Getting to the next outburst of a sexual explosion Jamie pumped his stiffie in and out in a outrageous tempo, not to be followed by his willing friend still twisting his hips. "I'm coming, I'm coming" Jamie imitated his friend and ejaculated faster and more then ever before. At once his prick jumped out and Jamie discovered a few sticky drips at his tip. "I have milk too, come, look" he shouted at his friend. Joyful he looked at the glistering top of his dickey. "Now you can drink me too!" After so much giving the boys were dying for a little real drink and a towel to wipe of all the sweat that had taken all spots on their tiny bodies. Back in the seat in the living room they had a coke and sat silently bud to bud. Their spare hand buried between each other tights. They had a still hours left that afternoon, but realised to slow down for a while because even the most horny little boys can get tired down under. "Let's ring Eric" Jamie said out of the blue. "You have his number, we can ask him to give us a haircut!" "Now?" Richard said astonished "Why do you want that?"" "I don't want a haircut now " Jamie said "I hate haircuts, but may be he can give us a haircut and not cut us at all, Rich!" Richard felt for a somewhat new activity and also felt like taking some revenge to the bullying guys and agreed to talk to Eric. "Hallo Eric, this is Richard, yes it's me already. ...... can I ask you something? My friend Jamie wants a haircut, but not his hair cut. Can you do that too?" Jamie took the phone from Richard, eager to hear his new big friend too. "Now I'm not crazy, Eric! Why can't you do my hair without a scissor. I hate scissors in my hair!........Can you do it and you want to make what.......?" After putting down the phone Jamie told Richard: "He agreed, he wants us to come to the shopping mall tomorrow again and he want also to make pictures of us! It's secret he said, so we shouldn't tell anybody, otherwise his friends will come again" "Okay with me pal," Richard said "let's make this our secret. We have a secret club and sometimes we will have a guest! We call our club the two, because we will stay always the best friends ever!" Jamie agreed and fixed it with hundreds of kisses on his friends face. "Let's go swimming," Richard proposed. He was ready for some fresh water. Slowly they got their clothes: no Calvin K. again of course. And slowly they fixed their hair again, helping each other. On the bike Jamie held his friend as tight as he could. The warm stream in Richard's body kept on coming. They were so happy! At the swimming pool Fred the guard greeted them cordially. "You're rather late boys, closing time is not long anymore. But didn't I promise you yesterday you could stay longer? I didn't expect you to use my invitation so quickly! Don't leave now at the whistle all right?" The boys not aware of any time couldn't care less. Six o'clock or later. Being together till eight was all what matters now. That's what Fred also thought staring at the boys walking down the boxes hall. One hand fixed his hair, his other hand fixed his imprisoned dick. End of part two Read part three! Jim teaches them more! 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Date: Fri, 11 Feb 2005 20:21:34 +0000 (GMT) From: kick barber Subject: boyzhair stories jamoie's hair affair, part three M/t/b, first time, oral, anal, hair) Special thanks to my friend Chaim who helped. Legal things are a personal matter. Respect the copyright and this is for 16+ only. Comments and suggestions are always very welcome at: [email protected] Jamie's hair affair Part three Nine year old Jamie went with his friend Richard for a swim in the pool. The entered a box together and helped each other taking of their cloth. "Wow" Richard exclaimed when he noticed the huge pole of his little friend, "If you enter the pool with that in your much too tiny trunk every one will jump on you, let me help you first to get rid of it." So 11 year old Richard bent down to suck his little 9 year old lover's joy stick. Jamie was getting used now to be sucked by his friend a few times a day but still enjoyed all the great feelings it sent every time again down his spine and groins. But he understood to keep his voice low and his moaning was just uttered in the beautiful blond curls of his big friend, kissing and biting it. It didn't take long before his hips started to twirl again and with quick pushes he had again one of his may dry ejaculations between the favourite sucking lips of Richard. Richard laughed about the quick response of his little sex student coming so fast. "Wait till later man, I'll teach you to enjoy it much longer and stronger" he said while kissing and caressing the little boys hair again and again. When the started to enter the pool some of the boys already where moving to the boxes to change before the final whistle. Some of them questioned Richard why he showed up so late, but Richard only smiled in return. Some of the boys changed their mind and took the opportunity to stay around Richard some longer, trying to catch his attention. Richard now aware of some of the boys special interested for him stayed on the side, letting those boys stay around him, telling stories like little boys can do about hot dreams, like football or new games on their cube. Meanwhile he walked a few times to the mirror to shift his hairdo more sexy than even he himself could bare, causing more attendance from some special boys, who then made a return trip to the mirrors too. Jamie looked at it from a distance after a short swim, not knowing what that strange feeling of jealously was causing. "Your friend has a nice hairdo, he doesn't want to spoil it by swimming, don't you think?" Jamie looked around frightened and saw Fred standing behind him, very close. Not knowing what to say he nodded reluctantly, being reassured that it was only their friend Fred, the swim guard, being so nice to them since yesterday. Fred was a well build slender swim guard 19 year's, blue eyes and huge biceps. He loved to look like the boys in Grease: his blond hair was combed in thick stripes to the back of his head and an Elvis like front, carefully shaped. He even managed to have the back of his hair combed together into one thick valley in the middle like the Grease boys. He spent about fifteen minutes every hour to keep it up to date. His colleagues use to tease him by promising a splendid career in Hollywood. What they didn't know that our Fred already was a little movie star acting in porno films made by a local 'collector' who was very font of the blond Elvis look alike. Jamie liked the way Fred's forelock was forming almost a cap and couldn't wait touching it. "Do you like Richard's hair like that too?" Fred asked him very careful, seeing Jamie staring at it but still afraid to sound somewhat ridiculous. Jamie though nodded with even more strength, telling Fred without words that hair was his thing too. When Fred slowly touched Jamie's shoulders Jamie felt himself very secure. He found a new friend quickly while his other friend was so occupied with many other boys, even older and wiser as it seem. He let himself drop in the arms of the strong swim guard, still behind him. Fred surprised by the fast surrender of the little dark angel blushed and looked for a way to look innocent with the little boy pressed against his body and growing bulge. He bent down as if the little boy had some problem he had to deal with as responsible guard and said to Jamie: "You're a sweet little devil, why don't you come with me in the back office and wait till I close the pool, you can use the pool all by yourself!" Jamie remembered that Richard expected Fred to ask them to stay agreed gladly. Now he was with Fred even before Richard had a chance to ask for it! Inside the back office he was surprised by the sweet soft seats, dimmed light and a sort of make up table like at the barber's shop. "Now, where do you want to sit, you want a coke, you want some sweets?" Fred was quickly pulling all the easy tricks of seduction little boys by comfort, sweets and soft drinks, called step one. When Jamie took a seat and curled all in it Fred couldn't resist stroking the little boys glorious black hair and giving it a more voluminous shape after the swimming. Jamie felt so honoured by the attention for his hair of the nice guard that he put his little arms around the muscled young man and kissed his strong flat belly with all his might. Fred started even more stroking the kid's hair, now kissing it and getting very excited. He raised the kid and said: "You wait little man, I'll be back soon, first we close the pool now, then it's play-time" "Can you ask Richard to join me? " Jamie quickly asked, afraid of losing his best pal. "You're sure that Richard want to be with us? " Fred replied somehow disappointed. "Oh sure, we agreed to stay with you together" "Then what would you like to do then?" Fred asked, expecting something like a free swim or sauna. Jamie looked around, "You can't say: to screw" his mind thought puzzling what to say. Then he saw the mirror and knew the answer: "To comb hair before going!" Fred almost jumped in the air and promised to get Richard. He left, not before readjusting for the 10th time his huge bulge in his tight guard swimming trunk. Jamie looked around, saw all the equipment of Fred near the barber seat and decided to start combing his hair. "Strange," he thought, "now I want to make myself pretty for Fred and Richard, so I better look double nice!" While busy making his hair the Greek style again with his side burns all over his cheeks, Fred slowly pushed Richard in. "Your friend arrived" he said jokingly to his little pal, "Now don't you spoil all the fun before I return to you in a quarter of an hour" and left again, readjusting his.... Richard was still somewhat shaking by all the attention of the boys, had left the pool area without a swim. The few special boys reacted very frustrated when Fred told Richard to go for Jamie. By pretending Jamie was hurt Fred had misled the other boys so they wouldn't figure out his real reason, since these special boys stayed often longer too. When Richard saw his little friend already having started his make over in Greek style he soon forgot the others and joined his little friend in their mutual hobby, now taking care of each other hair by combing stroking and kissing. Again their faces where covered by all the side hair: only eyes, nose and lips stayed to be kissed, which so was done violently. They were so involved in their fondling each other's hair that they didn't noticed Fred had entered the room already for some time. He enjoyed the two little angels making themselves irresistible, but couldn't stand being a voyeur any longer. As soon as he came in Jamie's sight, Jamie hurried towards him and renewed his strong hug to his new big friend. Fred raised him up again and laughed: "Now, for whom did you make that great hair?" Jamie said at once "For you, do you like it?" but then realised that Richard was in the play too: "Richard also made it for you," he hasted to add. "Do you want me to tell who is winning this beauty contest? " Fred laughed at the boys. "May be you will have to bribe me first!" "What is to bribe? " Jamie asked him. And Fred told him to be very nice to him, do what he likes most and then he'll vote. Fred sat down in one of the soft seats, waiting for the response of the boys. Richard now, feeling second hand already for a long time in this relationship didn't think long, knowing how his brothers treats Boyd, the neighbour stud if they want his attention. It didn't take him long to jump on his new friend and to tickle him all over. "Not enough, not enough," the muscled man replied," I'm not ticklish there..." begging for more spots to be discovered to be tickled. Then Fred asked Jamie: "Where do you think I'll be extremely ticklish then?" Jamie soon started to join Richard in the discovery of tickle spots. They tried almost all spots but didn't dare to touch the growing bulge at once. "Not enough, not enough" the victim kept on moaning now, while stroking his hands over the lovely hair of the wrestling angels on top of him. Richard, getting enough of failing the mission, pointed at the crotch. Lined out all over the length of the trunk, even the tip peeking over the edge now.... "Just like what Kevin tells me about Boyd when they have been fooling around again" Richard thought and he knew what to do next. "Tickle there!" he told Jamie. Jamie never doubted any order from his tutor and started with all his fingers to massage the thick captured prick of their new friend. This was too much for Fred. He knew little boys weren't as ignorant as the society want us to believe, but this straight forward attitude of the little boy was totally new to him. "Ho ho" he said "What do you think you're doing? This is my private corner, you know! You'll need special permission to see it" "Only to see it?" Richard busted out laughing. "Is that all?" "Now little wise man, what can you tell me where it's all for? You're not supposed to know those things and even not to fool around with it with an older boy like me!" Richard replied strongly: "My brother Kevin told me everything you can do with it, because Boyd or neighbor practise with him often! Jamie and I have tried all those things and it's fun" "You give me permission please, please, please " Jamie interrupted childishly. But Fred asked them severe looking: "Do you also know you have to be member first of a secret club?" "Are you kidding man, I can do what I want" Richard replied, not denying his background of strong self reliance living in a weak family. "Like a very modern child, you are!" said Fred, "but if you promise me not to talk about our secret club here I'm willing to teach you more pleasures then your Kevin and Boyd even dreamt off." Jamie was getting bored by this conversation and started to pull down Fred's trunks and looked amazed at the size of his friends big prick. "Wow, isn't that great, why are ours so small ?" Fred laughed: "With a lot of practice, Jamie, yours might grow even bigger, do you like to start some practise now?" Now Fred couldn't resist any more discussions having the small angels bouncing on his breast and tummy looking at his love weapon. Never before boys in his love palace where so quickly to do what he wanted. The two trunks of the boys where ripped down to inspect their sticks. Fred said he had to check your tools kids. Check if they are proper tools to do the job like......sucked?" "Do you think we didn't do that already?" Richard answered, pushing his prick to Fred's face. Jamie imitated his big friend and so Fred got stuck with two little shivering rods in front of his hungry mouth. Both rods were immediately licked and nibbled, the boys now on their knees in the seat and fondling each other's hair over Fred's head. They each felt a grasping hand in their butts and both pricks were swallowed with lips sliding up and down them both. The tongue quickly moved from one pee slit to the other, making the boys moaning and sighing. The boys were laid together by Fred in the huge seat and while they kept on kissing each other's face, ears, mouth and hair their little stiff tits were bitten, sucked and kissed causing deep moaning from the boys. They'd never experienced other spots being sucked and enjoyed it by making more noises and grabbing the head of their big new tutor, caressing his beautiful hair making it in a mess too... Fred redid his hair laughing and hugged the faces of his two attackers, putting his hands in their hair. The boys did the same now. With six hands in three hair-dresses, wringing, wriggling, patting, stroking, kissing and pulling: three bodies tensed to their utter most. The boys were on the edge of the ultimate pleasure, so Fred quickly took their pricks again and slit his tongue over their balls, their smooth butt and back to the pricks, while his fingers softly explored the tiny holes. The two kids didn't know how to wiggle and move to satisfy their making of love cum in the balls as fast as they could. The tense in their pricks was stimulated or slowed down by the big sucking master in order to have them both ejaculate at the same time. When Jamie wasn't to stop anymore Fred sucked violently Richard's prick and managed to have them both exploding in a same big gulf of boyish seed and half seed in his mouth. The boys now gasped and intertwined, having never experienced such a professional suck in their life before. The young cum of Richard was enjoyed by Fred, tasting the fresh cream and stroking the boys' hair, remodelling it in a way like his Elvis forelock. Soon the boys were awake out of their explosion and saw the huge long prick of their big friend in great need, who had started to wank himself already. Their little hands soon helped milking the rod, exploring the size of it. Again Jamie wanted to show that Fred was his first prey and didn't hesitated to take the prick somehow in his little mouth. It was so big! But Richard joined him soon after and in a race to get the prick to shoot they started licking and kissing Fred's thing. The active little cock suckers mouths who seemed to attack him from both sides and made him moan. Such a eager topple of horny little angels never occurred to him before. Hands were stroking the boys hair, everybody thinking of all the fun that came with that hair! The boys were warned that his load couldn't wait, to retract if they wanted to do that. But both boys started to suck even faster as in a race to get the most of it! Not any later both boys filled their mouth with the white cream their big friend poured in and out over their faces and hair. With their mouth full the boys crept up to him and showed their mouth, kissed Fred and shared all the cum with the three of them. Still in boyish competition Richard and Jamie tried to please Fred as much as they could. In the end after swallowing the cum they noticed more cum of the big load in their hair. "Lovely gel" Fred noticed, "let's make it useful in a nice way" Taking a comb from the table he started combing the hair with the gel again like an Elvis look, kissing and patting the boys. The boys still were stiff again and pushed their rods up and down their friend during his combing. Jamie had his ...th ejaculation that moment and Richard felt his prick getting sore from all that cum producing activity. "Time out" Fred announced, "time for some video watching, how about that?" The boys reluctantly agreed till they saw the first images after Fred pushed a DVD in the machine. After a sensual start with names and a promising title they saw their friend, younger now and more boyish, doing push ups in a gym, while a strong coach told him to work harder. Both are dressed in a sexy wrestling lycra suit. When the young Fred collapses on the floor the coach start massaging the boy. The film then showed their friend in a close up from his beautiful head, down to his breast, pumping for air, and finally down to his crotch, pumping to get released from the lycra suit.... Soon young Fred opens his eyes again and teasingly put his tongue out to the coach. The man doesn't wait long to answer but grasps the boy to raise him up, while Fred immediately put his arms and legs around the strong coach. Their faces and mouth meet and a wild kissing party is the start of a daring strip tease and everything two men can do together. Both boys were sitting with wide open eyes and rock hard penises admiring the acts of their great friend. Fred came with some drinks. It wasn't only for the thirst he explained but also for more power to do another long session of fucking. The boys giggled and wondered what their next trick was gonna be. They drank the little bottles eager and start walking to the make up table and Richard settled in the barber seat, looking at himself in the mirror. Soon Jamie joined his friend and both enjoyed the feeling of their now stiff hair, made stiff with the cum of their friend. It looked even more sexy then ever. When Fred sniffed the boys heads he said " Your hair smells sexy too, boyish hair perfume mixed with fresh semen!" The blond and the dark heads, so well shaped with the Elvis look started again to seduce the young man by pushing their mop of great hair onto his breast and in his lips, begging to be kissed, stroked and sucked. Fred shivered from enjoyment, thinking of the next step to enjoy the two little beauties in front of him. The soft seat was now stretched making it a tiny bed, wide enough for two little angels. Fred laid down on it and the boys didn't waste time to run to their sex coach to start another game of cock playing. Now the two little heads and lips were kissing his muscled torso, trying to bite his stiff tits according to their new lesson, while Fred played once more with his fingers from hair to their butt, pouring a finger in each hole. The boys' pricks reacted strongly and turned around, ready to explore more of his Fred's prick and his arse. Fred raised his legs to give a free way to his butt. The boys could find their way to his holy hole quickly, Fred knew that little boys were reluctant to plunge through penis and butt hair, so down under he liked to be clean shaven. In the meantime ten little toes showed up at his face, and since Fred loved little boys from top till toe he started having fun sucking all the little boys toes as much as he could. This new experience made the boys even hornier and their kissing and fondling of Fred's lower part was beyond heaven now. Richard was the first to turn around and push his prick in the welcome butt of Fred. As usual he had taken some gel from the side to smear his prick and make the hole slippery. With the help of a cushion and his legs still up, Fred made himself comfortable. Now Richard was a plunging little boy on the sexy swim guards belly and was soon joined by an even smaller friend, putting his prick in Richard arse, also after smearing gel all over. The two little boys enjoying themselves on the muscle hunk rolled his prick under their little belly Richard screamed and moaned the pleasure of being screwed and screw, having his prick suck in the well practised muscled butt and his butt stirred by the little active jumping prick of his small friend. The boys kept on pumping so long since they had shot so much before and with the drink the had they were able to screw on and on. Richard just reached Fred's tits, sucking it, and kissing his little friend Jamie above him. When they had a little break to catch their breath, they felt in each other arms and changed places. Now an even smaller stick of Jamie entered Fred, who felt just a little of it. Jamie always makes his up and down in arses very, very quickly and it was funny to see his bigger friend riding on his back in the same tempo. Also Jamie moaned like an prehistoric monster: being in the middle was a new experience and the best he had! Normally the boys would have shot a few times already, but now they could pump fiercer and faster with all the pleasure feelings and no explosions stopping them. Never had such horny boys working on Fred. Being experienced from very young age he had hosted many pricks of little horny boys, but these two angels knew how to fuck and look angelic with their beautiful hair they were so proud of. Every once in a while they had to stop to catch their breath again, time for Fred to hug and kiss them all over and give some room and pleasure to his own jumping prick. Richard never had been so horny in his life and Jamie just did everything to please all the feelings in his body by hugging, kissing, jumping, moaning, biting and giggling at every new spot being tickled by his two great lovers. During one more time out Richard sucked Fred's pick while Jamie sucked Richard. Now Fred tried to suck Jamie. He started licking his little toes, feet and leg till he reached Jamie's prick. His experienced tongue made Jamie almost bite Richard prick from all the pleasure he felt. He thought Fred the perfect screw coach he met till now. A perfect set of three nice bodies, a muscled, a tiny, and a pre teen, now sucked to satisfy the last barrier for the greatest cum show on earth. When Jamie felt he was going to shoot he felt all kind of strange feelings in his loins he never felt before and not much later very heavy dry endless ejaculations followed. Next was Richard in the same time. shortly before Fred started to produce another stream of white love milk in the now experienced mouth of the little cock sucker Richard. As long as the screw lasted it took the boys to recover, while Fred already was playing again with their hair, trying out new models. "Next time boys I'll take my camera and want to make pics of all the models your hair can make, is that okay with you?" "You don't want to take pics of me and Jamie fucking?" Richard said "If you like that I even can put it on video next time" Fred answered. "Let's do it now then" Jamie got up, proud of his long ejaculations to be filmed! "Now little horny man, let's make things easier and do it next time with everything ready for it!" "Can we do it tomorrow, please? " Jamie starts begging as usual. "We promised to go at Eric's Jamie for a haircut" Richard reminded him. Fred almost froze stiff "A haircut? Are you serious?" "No, it's a haircut without a cut, just pretending I guess" Jamie reassured his frightened friend, "we will come to you after it so we can show you all right? Tomorrow?" "Be my guest boys, after 6, use the back door, it will be open!" Now time came to get dressed and ready to go home. Not before the boys finished the hair again with great pleasure and a lot of kisses but with some less stiffies they went out that back door. Fred took Richards bike in his pick up and drove the boys home, one hand in their hair and one hand on the wheel,. Or one hand in their hair and the other readjusting again his prick. Not the only one doing that, although Jamie helped Richard and Richard.... It was good that the road home was a very straight one......... Next Part 4 Eric finds his trainees. Reactions and suggestions welcome at [email protected]
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Fri, 11 Feb 2005 20:21:34 +0000 (GMT) From: kick barber <[email protected]> Subject: boyzhair stories jamoie's hair affair, part three M/t/b, first time, oral, anal, hair) Special thanks to my friend Chaim who helped. Legal things are a personal matter. Respect the copyright and this is for 16+ only. Comments and suggestions are always very welcome at: [email protected] Jamie's hair affair Part three Nine year old Jamie went with his friend Richard for a swim in the pool. The entered a box together and helped each other taking of their cloth. "Wow" Richard exclaimed when he noticed the huge pole of his little friend, "If you enter the pool with that in your much too tiny trunk every one will jump on you, let me help you first to get rid of it." So 11 year old Richard bent down to suck his little 9 year old lover's joy stick. Jamie was getting used now to be sucked by his friend a few times a day but still enjoyed all the great feelings it sent every time again down his spine and groins. But he understood to keep his voice low and his moaning was just uttered in the beautiful blond curls of his big friend, kissing and biting it. It didn't take long before his hips started to twirl again and with quick pushes he had again one of his may dry ejaculations between the favourite sucking lips of Richard. Richard laughed about the quick response of his little sex student coming so fast. "Wait till later man, I'll teach you to enjoy it much longer and stronger" he said while kissing and caressing the little boys hair again and again. When the started to enter the pool some of the boys already where moving to the boxes to change before the final whistle. Some of them questioned Richard why he showed up so late, but Richard only smiled in return. Some of the boys changed their mind and took the opportunity to stay around Richard some longer, trying to catch his attention. Richard now aware of some of the boys special interested for him stayed on the side, letting those boys stay around him, telling stories like little boys can do about hot dreams, like football or new games on their cube. Meanwhile he walked a few times to the mirror to shift his hairdo more sexy than even he himself could bare, causing more attendance from some special boys, who then made a return trip to the mirrors too. Jamie looked at it from a distance after a short swim, not knowing what that strange feeling of jealously was causing. "Your friend has a nice hairdo, he doesn't want to spoil it by swimming, don't you think?" Jamie looked around frightened and saw Fred standing behind him, very close. Not knowing what to say he nodded reluctantly, being reassured that it was only their friend Fred, the swim guard, being so nice to them since yesterday. Fred was a well build slender swim guard 19 year's, blue eyes and huge biceps. He loved to look like the boys in Grease: his blond hair was combed in thick stripes to the back of his head and an Elvis like front, carefully shaped. He even managed to have the back of his hair combed together into one thick valley in the middle like the Grease boys. He spent about fifteen minutes every hour to keep it up to date. His colleagues use to tease him by promising a splendid career in Hollywood. What they didn't know that our Fred already was a little movie star acting in porno films made by a local 'collector' who was very font of the blond Elvis look alike. Jamie liked the way Fred's forelock was forming almost a cap and couldn't wait touching it. "Do you like Richard's hair like that too?" Fred asked him very careful, seeing Jamie staring at it but still afraid to sound somewhat ridiculous. Jamie though nodded with even more strength, telling Fred without words that hair was his thing too. When Fred slowly touched Jamie's shoulders Jamie felt himself very secure. He found a new friend quickly while his other friend was so occupied with many other boys, even older and wiser as it seem. He let himself drop in the arms of the strong swim guard, still behind him. Fred surprised by the fast surrender of the little dark angel blushed and looked for a way to look innocent with the little boy pressed against his body and growing bulge. He bent down as if the little boy had some problem he had to deal with as responsible guard and said to Jamie: "You're a sweet little devil, why don't you come with me in the back office and wait till I close the pool, you can use the pool all by yourself!" Jamie remembered that Richard expected Fred to ask them to stay agreed gladly. Now he was with Fred even before Richard had a chance to ask for it! Inside the back office he was surprised by the sweet soft seats, dimmed light and a sort of make up table like at the barber's shop. "Now, where do you want to sit, you want a coke, you want some sweets?" Fred was quickly pulling all the easy tricks of seduction little boys by comfort, sweets and soft drinks, called step one. When Jamie took a seat and curled all in it Fred couldn't resist stroking the little boys glorious black hair and giving it a more voluminous shape after the swimming. Jamie felt so honoured by the attention for his hair of the nice guard that he put his little arms around the muscled young man and kissed his strong flat belly with all his might. Fred started even more stroking the kid's hair, now kissing it and getting very excited. He raised the kid and said: "You wait little man, I'll be back soon, first we close the pool now, then it's play-time" "Can you ask Richard to join me? " Jamie quickly asked, afraid of losing his best pal. "You're sure that Richard want to be with us? " Fred replied somehow disappointed. "Oh sure, we agreed to stay with you together" "Then what would you like to do then?" Fred asked, expecting something like a free swim or sauna. Jamie looked around, "You can't say: to screw" his mind thought puzzling what to say. Then he saw the mirror and knew the answer: "To comb hair before going!" Fred almost jumped in the air and promised to get Richard. He left, not before readjusting for the 10th time his huge bulge in his tight guard swimming trunk. Jamie looked around, saw all the equipment of Fred near the barber seat and decided to start combing his hair. "Strange," he thought, "now I want to make myself pretty for Fred and Richard, so I better look double nice!" While busy making his hair the Greek style again with his side burns all over his cheeks, Fred slowly pushed Richard in. "Your friend arrived" he said jokingly to his little pal, "Now don't you spoil all the fun before I return to you in a quarter of an hour" and left again, readjusting his.... Richard was still somewhat shaking by all the attention of the boys, had left the pool area without a swim. The few special boys reacted very frustrated when Fred told Richard to go for Jamie. By pretending Jamie was hurt Fred had misled the other boys so they wouldn't figure out his real reason, since these special boys stayed often longer too. When Richard saw his little friend already having started his make over in Greek style he soon forgot the others and joined his little friend in their mutual hobby, now taking care of each other hair by combing stroking and kissing. Again their faces where covered by all the side hair: only eyes, nose and lips stayed to be kissed, which so was done violently. They were so involved in their fondling each other's hair that they didn't noticed Fred had entered the room already for some time. He enjoyed the two little angels making themselves irresistible, but couldn't stand being a voyeur any longer. As soon as he came in Jamie's sight, Jamie hurried towards him and renewed his strong hug to his new big friend. Fred raised him up again and laughed: "Now, for whom did you make that great hair?" Jamie said at once "For you, do you like it?" but then realised that Richard was in the play too: "Richard also made it for you," he hasted to add. "Do you want me to tell who is winning this beauty contest? " Fred laughed at the boys. "May be you will have to bribe me first!" "What is to bribe? " Jamie asked him. And Fred told him to be very nice to him, do what he likes most and then he'll vote. Fred sat down in one of the soft seats, waiting for the response of the boys. Richard now, feeling second hand already for a long time in this relationship didn't think long, knowing how his brothers treats Boyd, the neighbour stud if they want his attention. It didn't take him long to jump on his new friend and to tickle him all over. "Not enough, not enough," the muscled man replied," I'm not ticklish there..." begging for more spots to be discovered to be tickled. Then Fred asked Jamie: "Where do you think I'll be extremely ticklish then?" Jamie soon started to join Richard in the discovery of tickle spots. They tried almost all spots but didn't dare to touch the growing bulge at once. "Not enough, not enough" the victim kept on moaning now, while stroking his hands over the lovely hair of the wrestling angels on top of him. Richard, getting enough of failing the mission, pointed at the crotch. Lined out all over the length of the trunk, even the tip peeking over the edge now.... "Just like what Kevin tells me about Boyd when they have been fooling around again" Richard thought and he knew what to do next. "Tickle there!" he told Jamie. Jamie never doubted any order from his tutor and started with all his fingers to massage the thick captured prick of their new friend. This was too much for Fred. He knew little boys weren't as ignorant as the society want us to believe, but this straight forward attitude of the little boy was totally new to him. "Ho ho" he said "What do you think you're doing? This is my private corner, you know! You'll need special permission to see it" "Only to see it?" Richard busted out laughing. "Is that all?" "Now little wise man, what can you tell me where it's all for? You're not supposed to know those things and even not to fool around with it with an older boy like me!" Richard replied strongly: "My brother Kevin told me everything you can do with it, because Boyd or neighbor practise with him often! Jamie and I have tried all those things and it's fun" "You give me permission please, please, please " Jamie interrupted childishly. But Fred asked them severe looking: "Do you also know you have to be member first of a secret club?" "Are you kidding man, I can do what I want" Richard replied, not denying his background of strong self reliance living in a weak family. "Like a very modern child, you are!" said Fred, "but if you promise me not to talk about our secret club here I'm willing to teach you more pleasures then your Kevin and Boyd even dreamt off." Jamie was getting bored by this conversation and started to pull down Fred's trunks and looked amazed at the size of his friends big prick. "Wow, isn't that great, why are ours so small ?" Fred laughed: "With a lot of practice, Jamie, yours might grow even bigger, do you like to start some practise now?" Now Fred couldn't resist any more discussions having the small angels bouncing on his breast and tummy looking at his love weapon. Never before boys in his love palace where so quickly to do what he wanted. The two trunks of the boys where ripped down to inspect their sticks. Fred said he had to check your tools kids. Check if they are proper tools to do the job like......sucked?" "Do you think we didn't do that already?" Richard answered, pushing his prick to Fred's face. Jamie imitated his big friend and so Fred got stuck with two little shivering rods in front of his hungry mouth. Both rods were immediately licked and nibbled, the boys now on their knees in the seat and fondling each other's hair over Fred's head. They each felt a grasping hand in their butts and both pricks were swallowed with lips sliding up and down them both. The tongue quickly moved from one pee slit to the other, making the boys moaning and sighing. The boys were laid together by Fred in the huge seat and while they kept on kissing each other's face, ears, mouth and hair their little stiff tits were bitten, sucked and kissed causing deep moaning from the boys. They'd never experienced other spots being sucked and enjoyed it by making more noises and grabbing the head of their big new tutor, caressing his beautiful hair making it in a mess too... Fred redid his hair laughing and hugged the faces of his two attackers, putting his hands in their hair. The boys did the same now. With six hands in three hair-dresses, wringing, wriggling, patting, stroking, kissing and pulling: three bodies tensed to their utter most. The boys were on the edge of the ultimate pleasure, so Fred quickly took their pricks again and slit his tongue over their balls, their smooth butt and back to the pricks, while his fingers softly explored the tiny holes. The two kids didn't know how to wiggle and move to satisfy their making of love cum in the balls as fast as they could. The tense in their pricks was stimulated or slowed down by the big sucking master in order to have them both ejaculate at the same time. When Jamie wasn't to stop anymore Fred sucked violently Richard's prick and managed to have them both exploding in a same big gulf of boyish seed and half seed in his mouth. The boys now gasped and intertwined, having never experienced such a professional suck in their life before. The young cum of Richard was enjoyed by Fred, tasting the fresh cream and stroking the boys' hair, remodelling it in a way like his Elvis forelock. Soon the boys were awake out of their explosion and saw the huge long prick of their big friend in great need, who had started to wank himself already. Their little hands soon helped milking the rod, exploring the size of it. Again Jamie wanted to show that Fred was his first prey and didn't hesitated to take the prick somehow in his little mouth. It was so big! But Richard joined him soon after and in a race to get the prick to shoot they started licking and kissing Fred's thing. The active little cock suckers mouths who seemed to attack him from both sides and made him moan. Such a eager topple of horny little angels never occurred to him before. Hands were stroking the boys hair, everybody thinking of all the fun that came with that hair! The boys were warned that his load couldn't wait, to retract if they wanted to do that. But both boys started to suck even faster as in a race to get the most of it! Not any later both boys filled their mouth with the white cream their big friend poured in and out over their faces and hair. With their mouth full the boys crept up to him and showed their mouth, kissed Fred and shared all the cum with the three of them. Still in boyish competition Richard and Jamie tried to please Fred as much as they could. In the end after swallowing the cum they noticed more cum of the big load in their hair. "Lovely gel" Fred noticed, "let's make it useful in a nice way" Taking a comb from the table he started combing the hair with the gel again like an Elvis look, kissing and patting the boys. The boys still were stiff again and pushed their rods up and down their friend during his combing. Jamie had his ...th ejaculation that moment and Richard felt his prick getting sore from all that cum producing activity. "Time out" Fred announced, "time for some video watching, how about that?" The boys reluctantly agreed till they saw the first images after Fred pushed a DVD in the machine. After a sensual start with names and a promising title they saw their friend, younger now and more boyish, doing push ups in a gym, while a strong coach told him to work harder. Both are dressed in a sexy wrestling lycra suit. When the young Fred collapses on the floor the coach start massaging the boy. The film then showed their friend in a close up from his beautiful head, down to his breast, pumping for air, and finally down to his crotch, pumping to get released from the lycra suit.... Soon young Fred opens his eyes again and teasingly put his tongue out to the coach. The man doesn't wait long to answer but grasps the boy to raise him up, while Fred immediately put his arms and legs around the strong coach. Their faces and mouth meet and a wild kissing party is the start of a daring strip tease and everything two men can do together. Both boys were sitting with wide open eyes and rock hard penises admiring the acts of their great friend. Fred came with some drinks. It wasn't only for the thirst he explained but also for more power to do another long session of fucking. The boys giggled and wondered what their next trick was gonna be. They drank the little bottles eager and start walking to the make up table and Richard settled in the barber seat, looking at himself in the mirror. Soon Jamie joined his friend and both enjoyed the feeling of their now stiff hair, made stiff with the cum of their friend. It looked even more sexy then ever. When Fred sniffed the boys heads he said " Your hair smells sexy too, boyish hair perfume mixed with fresh semen!" The blond and the dark heads, so well shaped with the Elvis look started again to seduce the young man by pushing their mop of great hair onto his breast and in his lips, begging to be kissed, stroked and sucked. Fred shivered from enjoyment, thinking of the next step to enjoy the two little beauties in front of him. The soft seat was now stretched making it a tiny bed, wide enough for two little angels. Fred laid down on it and the boys didn't waste time to run to their sex coach to start another game of cock playing. Now the two little heads and lips were kissing his muscled torso, trying to bite his stiff tits according to their new lesson, while Fred played once more with his fingers from hair to their butt, pouring a finger in each hole. The boys' pricks reacted strongly and turned around, ready to explore more of his Fred's prick and his arse. Fred raised his legs to give a free way to his butt. The boys could find their way to his holy hole quickly, Fred knew that little boys were reluctant to plunge through penis and butt hair, so down under he liked to be clean shaven. In the meantime ten little toes showed up at his face, and since Fred loved little boys from top till toe he started having fun sucking all the little boys toes as much as he could. This new experience made the boys even hornier and their kissing and fondling of Fred's lower part was beyond heaven now. Richard was the first to turn around and push his prick in the welcome butt of Fred. As usual he had taken some gel from the side to smear his prick and make the hole slippery. With the help of a cushion and his legs still up, Fred made himself comfortable. Now Richard was a plunging little boy on the sexy swim guards belly and was soon joined by an even smaller friend, putting his prick in Richard arse, also after smearing gel all over. The two little boys enjoying themselves on the muscle hunk rolled his prick under their little belly Richard screamed and moaned the pleasure of being screwed and screw, having his prick suck in the well practised muscled butt and his butt stirred by the little active jumping prick of his small friend. The boys kept on pumping so long since they had shot so much before and with the drink the had they were able to screw on and on. Richard just reached Fred's tits, sucking it, and kissing his little friend Jamie above him. When they had a little break to catch their breath, they felt in each other arms and changed places. Now an even smaller stick of Jamie entered Fred, who felt just a little of it. Jamie always makes his up and down in arses very, very quickly and it was funny to see his bigger friend riding on his back in the same tempo. Also Jamie moaned like an prehistoric monster: being in the middle was a new experience and the best he had! Normally the boys would have shot a few times already, but now they could pump fiercer and faster with all the pleasure feelings and no explosions stopping them. Never had such horny boys working on Fred. Being experienced from very young age he had hosted many pricks of little horny boys, but these two angels knew how to fuck and look angelic with their beautiful hair they were so proud of. Every once in a while they had to stop to catch their breath again, time for Fred to hug and kiss them all over and give some room and pleasure to his own jumping prick. Richard never had been so horny in his life and Jamie just did everything to please all the feelings in his body by hugging, kissing, jumping, moaning, biting and giggling at every new spot being tickled by his two great lovers. During one more time out Richard sucked Fred's pick while Jamie sucked Richard. Now Fred tried to suck Jamie. He started licking his little toes, feet and leg till he reached Jamie's prick. His experienced tongue made Jamie almost bite Richard prick from all the pleasure he felt. He thought Fred the perfect screw coach he met till now. A perfect set of three nice bodies, a muscled, a tiny, and a pre teen, now sucked to satisfy the last barrier for the greatest cum show on earth. When Jamie felt he was going to shoot he felt all kind of strange feelings in his loins he never felt before and not much later very heavy dry endless ejaculations followed. Next was Richard in the same time. shortly before Fred started to produce another stream of white love milk in the now experienced mouth of the little cock sucker Richard. As long as the screw lasted it took the boys to recover, while Fred already was playing again with their hair, trying out new models. "Next time boys I'll take my camera and want to make pics of all the models your hair can make, is that okay with you?" "You don't want to take pics of me and Jamie fucking?" Richard said "If you like that I even can put it on video next time" Fred answered. "Let's do it now then" Jamie got up, proud of his long ejaculations to be filmed! "Now little horny man, let's make things easier and do it next time with everything ready for it!" "Can we do it tomorrow, please? " Jamie starts begging as usual. "We promised to go at Eric's Jamie for a haircut" Richard reminded him. Fred almost froze stiff "A haircut? Are you serious?" "No, it's a haircut without a cut, just pretending I guess" Jamie reassured his frightened friend, "we will come to you after it so we can show you all right? Tomorrow?" "Be my guest boys, after 6, use the back door, it will be open!" Now time came to get dressed and ready to go home. Not before the boys finished the hair again with great pleasure and a lot of kisses but with some less stiffies they went out that back door. Fred took Richards bike in his pick up and drove the boys home, one hand in their hair and one hand on the wheel,. Or one hand in their hair and the other readjusting again his prick. Not the only one doing that, although Jamie helped Richard and Richard.... It was good that the road home was a very straight one......... Next Part 4 Eric finds his trainees. Reactions and suggestions welcome at [email protected] </[email protected]> </div></div>
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Date: Wed, 9 Feb 2005 20:45:43 +0000 (GMT) From: kick barber Subject: Shy Steven B. a boyzhair lover story part 2 (M/t/b, first time, oral, anal, hair) Special thanks to my friend Chaim who helped. Legal things are a personal matter. Respect the copyright and this is for 16+ only. Comments and suggestions are always very welcome at: [email protected] (I will answer them all!) If you have pictures of the main characters of this story you are very welcome! Shy Steven B., lover of boyzhair Part 2. Jim or Kevin? Steven didn't sleep much that night. After that day of having his lovelife discovered for the first time by his very hot new piano teacher. Although many hard ons, he didn't wank but did comb his hair many times, finding more hair models for his sex tutor, feeling all boiled up. He was planning and planning over and over how to met to his new friend the very next day to collect the "forgotten" piano books. His new piano teacher who taught him real pleasures of life: besides using your fingers to play piano they can play other instruments of love..... The next day Steven used a lot of time fixing himself for school: cloth and hair. He wanted to look smart to seduce Jim and to make him start fondling Steven the doorstep. All day at school he felt so uncomfortable, time didn't seem to go fast this time. During intervals Steven checked if his hair was still in style to be seductive enough Jim. But now for the first time at school some boys were talking to Steven. They even tried to invite him to join a competition of chess with other schools. They knew he played chess during intervals with the older boys. As usual Steven didn't react with a strong yes, but said he'd think about it. "Was he really that good?"Steven wondered. While some boys left, others stayed around. One nice boy offered himself to come and play at Steven's home to check how his level was. Looking at him Steven didn't hesitate to agree: the boy was an angelic looking, soft boy. His hair was half long, like the movie kid Oliver Adams, blond soft straight hair hanging over his eyebrow's with a very mysterious looking eyes under it. Steven had hidden some photo's of Oliver A. out of a magazine in his secret box. Since the competition was soon the boy now urged Steven to make a decision, so why couldn't he come that afternoon? They could play chess and do homework and may be something else. He stand so close to Steven and whispered his plans close to Steven ears, so close that he could feel the boy's lips touch his hair. Now confused with his other plan, Steven didn't know what to say and told the boy, who's name was Kevin that he had other plans but that he might consider it. Steven slightly knew Kevin, he was an older boy from the fourth grade and often seen organising things for the first year boys at school. So Steven wasn't surprised to meet him here too. During each interval Kevin showed up and asked Steven if he already made a decision. Kevin had already noticed that Steven liked to hang around near the washrooms to do his hair, so he pretended to be there for the same reason. Steven was thinking that going to Jim was a chance: he could be out. Or Jim could be teaching others and then Steven probably was in and out again, at least with one squeeze on his butt. And then he lost this opportunity to hang around this new friend who came out of the blue. Steven now had a brilliant idea sprung up: why shouldn't he give Jim a call. And ask for the books and when it would suit Jim to have them collected. He assumed the phone number would be the same, so he rung at the very first next interval. It took some time before Jim answered the phone. Steven was right, the whole afternoon there were students, even in the evening. "what's wrong with you guys," Jim had told him" you're all forgetting your books, Jamie will come and collect them too. He will be here at three, during a small break, you'd better come then too!" Steven agreed, but felt sad that he hadn't the opportunity to be with his big friend longer and get himself yesterday's treatment once more. "Who was that you're making date now?" said a voice behind Steven. He turned around and saw Kevin standing, almost in his neck. "My piano teacher, I have to go there, but it won't take long, if you don't care to wait and make a small detour we can go there and then home!" "Great man, let's do that and then play!" At the word play Steven shivered, he had heard that word yesterday also with different meanings. He looked puzzled to Kevin. Kevin smiled and nodded, repeating the invitation and touched slightly Steven's hips. Now only one hour lessons was left, Kevin was done already and waited outside the school, walking up and down the classroom Steven was sitting. Steven was getting very warm and shifted up and down his bench. He told his classroom mate Scott about the contest and how Kevin was coming to help him. When Scott noticed how Kevin was watching their classroom he remembered that Kevin wasn't the best chess player at school He knew Kevin joined the group to get close and play with some of the handsomest boys of the school. That rumour was generally known, except for Steven. Scott told Steven to take care with that reputation of Kevin. "He likes little boys just to play other things then chess!" Scott envied Steven, because Kevin was quite a popular figure to be around: he did things all other boys were afraid for, but was also admired for. He always had a lot of money from 'friends" and could take you to places where things happened you never dreamed off. Scott was amazed how shy Steven now was Kevin's newest conquest. Although he had noticed some different attitude at his classmate because Steven never had been so vain with his hair and cloth before. Scott felt now some shivering feelings sitting beside Steven which he hadn't felt before.... After class Steven didn't have to walk much before Kevin was at his side. Still with Scott like usual Steven left the school. Kevin took over right away, telling to get the bikes, to have an ice-cream or a burger first, then of to that teacher and then off to play. Scott asked the boys, more the less teasingly: "What play is it gonna be?" But naively Steven responded "Chess of course" Kevin looked very puzzled at Scott. What on earth is he mixing up with! Reluctantly Scott let the boys go. Slowly Steven fitted his schoolbag on the bike, trying to fix his hair too. After all Jim should see him at his best. At the ice cream parlour a bunch of hot young studs were blocking the entrance, but when they noticed Kevin they immediately made way like he was the prince himself. Steven heard one of the boys saying : "Hi young hustler, what a lovely boy you have with you!" and wondered if it was him, making him unsure going in. He smiled as usual to the boys and tried to pass quickly. The boy stopped him though and said: "No no, first an examination if you are good enough for our Kevin!" And like checking a horse the boys fooled around with Steven, punching all his muscles and more parts. Kevin wasn't much of a help now, he seemed to enjoy the whole thing. Almost Steven decided to take a run when another boy came to rescue him. The other boys moaned reluctantly: "Not again Eric, you always spoil our fun!" But Steven never felt so good. Eric took him in and asked the boys what they wanted: he was gonna treat them to ease them bullying friends. When Steven and Kevin got their ice cream Kevin whispered to Steven: "They always do this and Eric always want to make it good and pay the ice. He likes you I think, because he never paid such a big ice cream!" Steven looked at Eric, a strong well build boy, smiling at him. As usual nervous gesture Steven fingercombed his hair and the boys whistled trough their teeth. Steven saw a strong blush at Eric! When they finally left the boys had gone except for Eric. Eric asked Kevin: "Tomorrow?" "Kay" Kevin said soft. "Alone or both?" "Don't know, ask him!" Steven didn't know what to say at Eric's invitation to come tomorrow: "Do we play chess with the three of us?" "Yes we will play if you come" Eric replied with a funny face. Steven was still confused for all this attention of great guys. He was sure that Jim would call then hunks. "Jim" he thought at once. "Kevin, we have to hurry, Jim is waiting for us, let's hurry!" The ever silent Steven spoke fast and deceivably and made Kevin get into action indeed. "Competition, Kevin you have competition" Eric laughed at Kevin. "All right, all right, let's go" Kevin said reluctantly. Eric touched the boys, fondling pushing them out the shop. He told them to hurry. "A boy like Steven shouldn't let wait somebody. He will cause that person a heart attack by not showing up!" No there were 5 minutes left to get at Jim's. Steven biked as fast as he could, with a grumbling Kevin in his tail. It did rain too, so the boys were soaked by sweat and rain when they reached Jim's house totally out of breath. Jim was surprised to see two little smart, wet boys entering his home. And also Jamie was still in the room. "Well I am the luckiest man in the world, look at this three of world's greatest boys, all here," Jim said to the boys. "Please forget some books now, for every day one and I'm the happy all week!" Steven felt so comfortable to see his friend again, despite the other two boys. He wanted to run to him and hug him for the next hour. Jim took a huge towel and dried Steven, taking all the time for the hair,forming it again with his towel. Then Jim passed the boys some books and Steven noticed that gave only one book indeed. Some more books to collect the other days! What a hint! Kevin urged Steven now to hurry, after he wanted to play now! Steven reacted unwillingly. The pushing of beautiful Kevin got to his nerves. He felt as if someone was gonna rape him, although he shouldn't know what that was. Steven was an easy going, shy awaiting, and loyal boy..... "Listen Steven", Jim took Steven apart " you really want to go with that Kevin now? My next student has cancelled, if you want I can find an excuse to keep you here!" Steven nodded faintly, not knowing how to deal with it. But Jim came with a very good excuse now: he needed Steven for an hour to play quatre mains for a competition. And Kevin was gladly invited to stay. "Or may be Kevin would be so kind to bring Jamie home??" "Are you Kevin, Richard's brother? " Jamie asked him. "Sure, you know him?" "Yes, do I know him, he tells about you and your friend Boyd." "Does he, now let's go then, Fast" Never saw anybody somebody leave so fast with a totally amazed little boy, being captured so sturdy and rushed out of the house. Not even a kiss could be left with his friend Jim. Jim took his towel again and told Steven to take his shirt off: "And now sit down Steven and tell what happened today with that beautiful hustler around you while I dry you." And Steven talked and talked and talked. The drying of Jim got closer and heavier and ended up in big hugging. Soon followed by a long kiss. "Oh, Steven, you are so beautiful, you are so sweet, you are the best that happened to me in this dull place!" Now Jim took his shirt off too and the touch of the two torso's made the already hot boys set on fire. "Let's go upstairs, get more comfortable then the couch!" As usual Steven smiled, nodded and let him take over totally. Beside the huge bed in the room there was a table and a mirror. Steven had to check his hair, and immediately started to make a model again. After the rain and the drying it look liked a jungle. He saw his friend Jim taking off his jeans in the mirror and discovered a huge bulge in his undies. When Jim stand behind him to put his hands in Stevens hair he noticed how wet it was. He took a dryer and like a real hairdresser started to dry and fix Steven's hair. His bulge pushed Stevens elbow and back. Steven enjoyed this treatment and reacted by getting so hot, he took off his jeans too to make room for his evermore stiffening rod. But soon the hugging was next and Jim took little Steven in his arms, carrying him onto the big bed. Steven moaned and stretched, waiting for the treatment he had yesterday. Now almost naked he felt so ready for a good suck, he was trembling all over. Jim softly laid down on his little lover and start playing, kissing and fondling his beautiful torso, head and again their loveplay started with a big kiss. The two rods now met each other and even through the jockies they made each other happy already! Steven thought he had never seen Jims rod and lowered his hands to feel it. He was surprised by the size. "Do you mind me taking our undies of?" Jim asked careful. Steven smiled and nodded. Whatever! Slowly Jim started taking off Steven's undie and next his. Steven looked with staring eyes at the beautiful prick of his friend. Straight, strong and with smooth balls.. He took the dock in his hand and start stroking it and wanking it more and more. Jim moaned and thanked Steven by kissing him all over. "You're doing great. Little friend, you make me so happy!" Their bodies intertwined, getting closer and closer, and Jim used his fingers to explore Steven's glory hole. Steven felt again the great feelings of his butt getting intruded and having his gland massaged. Jim surely was a pro! He knew all the places to have a young inexperienced boy getting hooked to sex! Both boys now were wanking each others love rod. Little Steven with his wonderful mop of hair on Jim's breast, Jim kissing his hair like mad. Their hands walked up and down their belly, returning to the pulsing rods. There was no restriction, since also Steven now took part in getting Jim to shot. They realised that the next student or Kevin could come in the house so they made a race of coming fast and furious! When Jim looked at his wonderful boy, Steven pushed his head towards his belly. Jim knew he had to suck his friend : and took the rod in his mouth, moving it fast up and down while his tongue and lips played over all parts of it. Steven now started his song: " YeeesSSsss, OHHHhhhh,, aaaaRRggghh...Ugghh. AhhHHH" while his seed was pouring out jet after jet in the mouth of Jim. Jim kept it all and swallowed all the fresh seemen.. Now Steven turned around and looked at Jim's rod, started to wank it and careful kissed the stem. Jim was surprised by his little friends quick reaction. But after the kiss Steven slowly put his lips around Jim's rod and slowly started sucking his friend. "I'll tell you when it comes, so you sit back!" Jim said. But Steven started sucking now more fiercely and didn't seem to think off sitting back. His hot load was searing up now his shaft, as his dick went into spasms, and exploded, his thick cumm erupting in long, creamy, ropes, jetting out, filling Steven's mouth like a love tsunami, covering his face and hair with all the lovely thick white cream. Totally exhaust both boys felt on their backs besides each other. Stroking face and hair they looked in each other eyes. "I love you Steven" "I love you too!" With all the thick cream in his hair Steven looked ready to go for another time, but the boys had to be ready downstairs for the next student or Kevin. Since all the gel had disappeared in the rain, the use new gel made by Jim's cumm was a hot solution. Combing and kissing Steven's hair was the end of a strong quick screw the two friends had made. Well dressed again with red faces Jim and his little friend Steven entered the piano room and start playing four hand, sitting so near the could feel each others warmth through their jeans. It wasn't long after that that the next student arrived and even Kevin showed up. He whistled seeing the two sitting so close with a lot happening between them not to be seen. "Can I come to have piano lessons too?" he asked Jim. "Jamie is telling me that you are a great teacher and you'd taught him a lot more too...." Jim thought that Jamie should be a little bit discrete about their lessons, he only talked about certain things to check the boy's willingness. "Well I hope your parents can afford lessons" "O, I can pay for it easily, I can make my own money as much as I want" "Why don't you tell me about it another time then" Jim concluded their conversation "Here's my card call me!" Kevin took the card, looking in Jim's eyes with a certain look: "Can I call you even after 11 p.m.? You must be very busy and I sometimes like to go somewhere late at nite!" Steven and Jim amazingly listened amazed to the impudent boy! "Well, we'll see Kevin, may if we start we'll ask Steven to help!" Jim answered. A new adventure rose in his minds, but he wanted Steven to enjoy it! "Why don't you both come Saturday, I need some help mowing the lawn too!" Steven and Kevin looked at each other and nodded both enthusiastically. "Now off you go, I have to teach!" "And do forget some books now Steven" end of part two. If you liked the story email your reaction [email protected] and read part three: Kevin's hide out. Hot!
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Wed, 9 Feb 2005 20:45:43 +0000 (GMT) From: kick barber <[email protected]> Subject: Shy Steven B. a boyzhair lover story part 2 (M/t/b, first time, oral, anal, hair) Special thanks to my friend Chaim who helped. Legal things are a personal matter. Respect the copyright and this is for 16+ only. Comments and suggestions are always very welcome at: [email protected] (I will answer them all!) If you have pictures of the main characters of this story you are very welcome! Shy Steven B., lover of boyzhair Part 2. Jim or Kevin? Steven didn't sleep much that night. After that day of having his lovelife discovered for the first time by his very hot new piano teacher. Although many hard ons, he didn't wank but did comb his hair many times, finding more hair models for his sex tutor, feeling all boiled up. He was planning and planning over and over how to met to his new friend the very next day to collect the "forgotten" piano books. His new piano teacher who taught him real pleasures of life: besides using your fingers to play piano they can play other instruments of love..... The next day Steven used a lot of time fixing himself for school: cloth and hair. He wanted to look smart to seduce Jim and to make him start fondling Steven the doorstep. All day at school he felt so uncomfortable, time didn't seem to go fast this time. During intervals Steven checked if his hair was still in style to be seductive enough Jim. But now for the first time at school some boys were talking to Steven. They even tried to invite him to join a competition of chess with other schools. They knew he played chess during intervals with the older boys. As usual Steven didn't react with a strong yes, but said he'd think about it. "Was he really that good?"Steven wondered. While some boys left, others stayed around. One nice boy offered himself to come and play at Steven's home to check how his level was. Looking at him Steven didn't hesitate to agree: the boy was an angelic looking, soft boy. His hair was half long, like the movie kid Oliver Adams, blond soft straight hair hanging over his eyebrow's with a very mysterious looking eyes under it. Steven had hidden some photo's of Oliver A. out of a magazine in his secret box. Since the competition was soon the boy now urged Steven to make a decision, so why couldn't he come that afternoon? They could play chess and do homework and may be something else. He stand so close to Steven and whispered his plans close to Steven ears, so close that he could feel the boy's lips touch his hair. Now confused with his other plan, Steven didn't know what to say and told the boy, who's name was Kevin that he had other plans but that he might consider it. Steven slightly knew Kevin, he was an older boy from the fourth grade and often seen organising things for the first year boys at school. So Steven wasn't surprised to meet him here too. During each interval Kevin showed up and asked Steven if he already made a decision. Kevin had already noticed that Steven liked to hang around near the washrooms to do his hair, so he pretended to be there for the same reason. Steven was thinking that going to Jim was a chance: he could be out. Or Jim could be teaching others and then Steven probably was in and out again, at least with one squeeze on his butt. And then he lost this opportunity to hang around this new friend who came out of the blue. Steven now had a brilliant idea sprung up: why shouldn't he give Jim a call. And ask for the books and when it would suit Jim to have them collected. He assumed the phone number would be the same, so he rung at the very first next interval. It took some time before Jim answered the phone. Steven was right, the whole afternoon there were students, even in the evening. "what's wrong with you guys," Jim had told him" you're all forgetting your books, Jamie will come and collect them too. He will be here at three, during a small break, you'd better come then too!" Steven agreed, but felt sad that he hadn't the opportunity to be with his big friend longer and get himself yesterday's treatment once more. "Who was that you're making date now?" said a voice behind Steven. He turned around and saw Kevin standing, almost in his neck. "My piano teacher, I have to go there, but it won't take long, if you don't care to wait and make a small detour we can go there and then home!" "Great man, let's do that and then play!" At the word play Steven shivered, he had heard that word yesterday also with different meanings. He looked puzzled to Kevin. Kevin smiled and nodded, repeating the invitation and touched slightly Steven's hips. Now only one hour lessons was left, Kevin was done already and waited outside the school, walking up and down the classroom Steven was sitting. Steven was getting very warm and shifted up and down his bench. He told his classroom mate Scott about the contest and how Kevin was coming to help him. When Scott noticed how Kevin was watching their classroom he remembered that Kevin wasn't the best chess player at school He knew Kevin joined the group to get close and play with some of the handsomest boys of the school. That rumour was generally known, except for Steven. Scott told Steven to take care with that reputation of Kevin. "He likes little boys just to play other things then chess!" Scott envied Steven, because Kevin was quite a popular figure to be around: he did things all other boys were afraid for, but was also admired for. He always had a lot of money from 'friends" and could take you to places where things happened you never dreamed off. Scott was amazed how shy Steven now was Kevin's newest conquest. Although he had noticed some different attitude at his classmate because Steven never had been so vain with his hair and cloth before. Scott felt now some shivering feelings sitting beside Steven which he hadn't felt before.... After class Steven didn't have to walk much before Kevin was at his side. Still with Scott like usual Steven left the school. Kevin took over right away, telling to get the bikes, to have an ice-cream or a burger first, then of to that teacher and then off to play. Scott asked the boys, more the less teasingly: "What play is it gonna be?" But naively Steven responded "Chess of course" Kevin looked very puzzled at Scott. What on earth is he mixing up with! Reluctantly Scott let the boys go. Slowly Steven fitted his schoolbag on the bike, trying to fix his hair too. After all Jim should see him at his best. At the ice cream parlour a bunch of hot young studs were blocking the entrance, but when they noticed Kevin they immediately made way like he was the prince himself. Steven heard one of the boys saying : "Hi young hustler, what a lovely boy you have with you!" and wondered if it was him, making him unsure going in. He smiled as usual to the boys and tried to pass quickly. The boy stopped him though and said: "No no, first an examination if you are good enough for our Kevin!" And like checking a horse the boys fooled around with Steven, punching all his muscles and more parts. Kevin wasn't much of a help now, he seemed to enjoy the whole thing. Almost Steven decided to take a run when another boy came to rescue him. The other boys moaned reluctantly: "Not again Eric, you always spoil our fun!" But Steven never felt so good. Eric took him in and asked the boys what they wanted: he was gonna treat them to ease them bullying friends. When Steven and Kevin got their ice cream Kevin whispered to Steven: "They always do this and Eric always want to make it good and pay the ice. He likes you I think, because he never paid such a big ice cream!" Steven looked at Eric, a strong well build boy, smiling at him. As usual nervous gesture Steven fingercombed his hair and the boys whistled trough their teeth. Steven saw a strong blush at Eric! When they finally left the boys had gone except for Eric. Eric asked Kevin: "Tomorrow?" "Kay" Kevin said soft. "Alone or both?" "Don't know, ask him!" Steven didn't know what to say at Eric's invitation to come tomorrow: "Do we play chess with the three of us?" "Yes we will play if you come" Eric replied with a funny face. Steven was still confused for all this attention of great guys. He was sure that Jim would call then hunks. "Jim" he thought at once. "Kevin, we have to hurry, Jim is waiting for us, let's hurry!" The ever silent Steven spoke fast and deceivably and made Kevin get into action indeed. "Competition, Kevin you have competition" Eric laughed at Kevin. "All right, all right, let's go" Kevin said reluctantly. Eric touched the boys, fondling pushing them out the shop. He told them to hurry. "A boy like Steven shouldn't let wait somebody. He will cause that person a heart attack by not showing up!" No there were 5 minutes left to get at Jim's. Steven biked as fast as he could, with a grumbling Kevin in his tail. It did rain too, so the boys were soaked by sweat and rain when they reached Jim's house totally out of breath. Jim was surprised to see two little smart, wet boys entering his home. And also Jamie was still in the room. "Well I am the luckiest man in the world, look at this three of world's greatest boys, all here," Jim said to the boys. "Please forget some books now, for every day one and I'm the happy all week!" Steven felt so comfortable to see his friend again, despite the other two boys. He wanted to run to him and hug him for the next hour. Jim took a huge towel and dried Steven, taking all the time for the hair,forming it again with his towel. Then Jim passed the boys some books and Steven noticed that gave only one book indeed. Some more books to collect the other days! What a hint! Kevin urged Steven now to hurry, after he wanted to play now! Steven reacted unwillingly. The pushing of beautiful Kevin got to his nerves. He felt as if someone was gonna rape him, although he shouldn't know what that was. Steven was an easy going, shy awaiting, and loyal boy..... "Listen Steven", Jim took Steven apart " you really want to go with that Kevin now? My next student has cancelled, if you want I can find an excuse to keep you here!" Steven nodded faintly, not knowing how to deal with it. But Jim came with a very good excuse now: he needed Steven for an hour to play quatre mains for a competition. And Kevin was gladly invited to stay. "Or may be Kevin would be so kind to bring Jamie home??" "Are you Kevin, Richard's brother? " Jamie asked him. "Sure, you know him?" "Yes, do I know him, he tells about you and your friend Boyd." "Does he, now let's go then, Fast" Never saw anybody somebody leave so fast with a totally amazed little boy, being captured so sturdy and rushed out of the house. Not even a kiss could be left with his friend Jim. Jim took his towel again and told Steven to take his shirt off: "And now sit down Steven and tell what happened today with that beautiful hustler around you while I dry you." And Steven talked and talked and talked. The drying of Jim got closer and heavier and ended up in big hugging. Soon followed by a long kiss. "Oh, Steven, you are so beautiful, you are so sweet, you are the best that happened to me in this dull place!" Now Jim took his shirt off too and the touch of the two torso's made the already hot boys set on fire. "Let's go upstairs, get more comfortable then the couch!" As usual Steven smiled, nodded and let him take over totally. Beside the huge bed in the room there was a table and a mirror. Steven had to check his hair, and immediately started to make a model again. After the rain and the drying it look liked a jungle. He saw his friend Jim taking off his jeans in the mirror and discovered a huge bulge in his undies. When Jim stand behind him to put his hands in Stevens hair he noticed how wet it was. He took a dryer and like a real hairdresser started to dry and fix Steven's hair. His bulge pushed Stevens elbow and back. Steven enjoyed this treatment and reacted by getting so hot, he took off his jeans too to make room for his evermore stiffening rod. But soon the hugging was next and Jim took little Steven in his arms, carrying him onto the big bed. Steven moaned and stretched, waiting for the treatment he had yesterday. Now almost naked he felt so ready for a good suck, he was trembling all over. Jim softly laid down on his little lover and start playing, kissing and fondling his beautiful torso, head and again their loveplay started with a big kiss. The two rods now met each other and even through the jockies they made each other happy already! Steven thought he had never seen Jims rod and lowered his hands to feel it. He was surprised by the size. "Do you mind me taking our undies of?" Jim asked careful. Steven smiled and nodded. Whatever! Slowly Jim started taking off Steven's undie and next his. Steven looked with staring eyes at the beautiful prick of his friend. Straight, strong and with smooth balls.. He took the dock in his hand and start stroking it and wanking it more and more. Jim moaned and thanked Steven by kissing him all over. "You're doing great. Little friend, you make me so happy!" Their bodies intertwined, getting closer and closer, and Jim used his fingers to explore Steven's glory hole. Steven felt again the great feelings of his butt getting intruded and having his gland massaged. Jim surely was a pro! He knew all the places to have a young inexperienced boy getting hooked to sex! Both boys now were wanking each others love rod. Little Steven with his wonderful mop of hair on Jim's breast, Jim kissing his hair like mad. Their hands walked up and down their belly, returning to the pulsing rods. There was no restriction, since also Steven now took part in getting Jim to shot. They realised that the next student or Kevin could come in the house so they made a race of coming fast and furious! When Jim looked at his wonderful boy, Steven pushed his head towards his belly. Jim knew he had to suck his friend : and took the rod in his mouth, moving it fast up and down while his tongue and lips played over all parts of it. Steven now started his song: " YeeesSSsss, OHHHhhhh,, aaaaRRggghh...Ugghh. AhhHHH" while his seed was pouring out jet after jet in the mouth of Jim. Jim kept it all and swallowed all the fresh seemen.. Now Steven turned around and looked at Jim's rod, started to wank it and careful kissed the stem. Jim was surprised by his little friends quick reaction. But after the kiss Steven slowly put his lips around Jim's rod and slowly started sucking his friend. "I'll tell you when it comes, so you sit back!" Jim said. But Steven started sucking now more fiercely and didn't seem to think off sitting back. His hot load was searing up now his shaft, as his dick went into spasms, and exploded, his thick cumm erupting in long, creamy, ropes, jetting out, filling Steven's mouth like a love tsunami, covering his face and hair with all the lovely thick white cream. Totally exhaust both boys felt on their backs besides each other. Stroking face and hair they looked in each other eyes. "I love you Steven" "I love you too!" With all the thick cream in his hair Steven looked ready to go for another time, but the boys had to be ready downstairs for the next student or Kevin. Since all the gel had disappeared in the rain, the use new gel made by Jim's cumm was a hot solution. Combing and kissing Steven's hair was the end of a strong quick screw the two friends had made. Well dressed again with red faces Jim and his little friend Steven entered the piano room and start playing four hand, sitting so near the could feel each others warmth through their jeans. It wasn't long after that that the next student arrived and even Kevin showed up. He whistled seeing the two sitting so close with a lot happening between them not to be seen. "Can I come to have piano lessons too?" he asked Jim. "Jamie is telling me that you are a great teacher and you'd taught him a lot more too...." Jim thought that Jamie should be a little bit discrete about their lessons, he only talked about certain things to check the boy's willingness. "Well I hope your parents can afford lessons" "O, I can pay for it easily, I can make my own money as much as I want" "Why don't you tell me about it another time then" Jim concluded their conversation "Here's my card call me!" Kevin took the card, looking in Jim's eyes with a certain look: "Can I call you even after 11 p.m.? You must be very busy and I sometimes like to go somewhere late at nite!" Steven and Jim amazingly listened amazed to the impudent boy! "Well, we'll see Kevin, may if we start we'll ask Steven to help!" Jim answered. A new adventure rose in his minds, but he wanted Steven to enjoy it! "Why don't you both come Saturday, I need some help mowing the lawn too!" Steven and Kevin looked at each other and nodded both enthusiastically. "Now off you go, I have to teach!" "And do forget some books now Steven" end of part two. 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Date: Mon, 3 May 2010 22:54:12 +0000 From: kick barber <[email protected]> Subject: barber-boyz-club 2 matthew BARBER-BOYZ-CLUB, part two: Matthew Intro: Since Julian was a little boy he knew that one day he was to become a barber! Every summer he visited his favourite uncle Fred, who owned a barbershop in the centre of a pretty little town. He used to sit hours in the shop and watched his uncle cut the customers. When he got older certain very young customers raised his attention and raised something else too. His uncle Fred, who noticed the small (?) problem in his nephew's pants didn't waist much time introducing the 12 year old the easiest way solving such a hot problem. From that time Julian spent every holiday with his uncle. His parents thought it a relieve; now they didn't have to border with summer camps and all the other expensive solutions for working parents during holidays. Growing older Julian also learned how to cut. He went to college to become a sharp barber. During his trainee work Julian developed with a friend a way how to seduce hot little boys during their cutting. After finishing college Julian was happy to start as an assistant in the shop with his uncle. Only shortly after that Fred decided to leave and live with some men he could share his hobbies. Now Julian was the owner of the barbershop. Between regular male customers many little sweet hot boys enjoyed being cut (or have their head cuddled) by this handsome 20 year old stud. Some of them stacked around in the barbershop all afternoon. Enjoying the magazines, the cartoons, games on the p.c., the pool table and other goodies uncle Fred always had in stock for customers. Whenever Julian could get a hold of posters with glamorous cut young boys he would hang them around in the shop. He noticed that a lot of the little boys paid special attention to them and even asked to be cut that special way. Part 2 Matthew His first little hottie Marco, who favoured Troy Silvan, enjoyed his special vip room where the hair treatment developed in a full treatment. Since the active and not hesitating Marco happened to be very eager to learn all tricks of pleasure they both experienced a real full treatment. It gave Julian hope to conquer more guests for the special vip room. One of such boys, who seemed to come more often then necessary, was Matthew. This little 10 year old half long blond, enjoyed the barber treatment, but even more he seemed to love Julian massaging his neck, blowing the left over hair and the fumbling and biting of his pretty soft boyish ears. Seeing Matthew's reaction it should not be to hard to seduce and try more, Julian must have thought. It didn't take more then two weeks when Matthew walked in the shop again. He was made curious seeing Marco walking in the shop after closure... Waiting to be served he played some goodies on the pc and read the Star magazines looking for... Julian asked the boy if he didn't mind waiting till later arrivals were cut. The boy responded with sparkling eyes, as if he expected already more then a regular cut, a certain special treatment. So for the next hour the boy made himself comfortable with all the nice things in the shop. But in the end a peculiar thing happened. Cutting the last customer, a hot 12 year old red boy called Sam, Julian enjoyed again playing this boys neck and made the boy giggle. It was too much for jealous Matthew, who stopped immediately his play and positioned himself very close near Julian, begging for a treatment like the other boy was given. Since Julian has two hands the professional cutting ended in stroking two fine boys, tickling them wherever he could reach. In the next wrestling Matthew got himself as close to Julian. Julian noticed that both boys had some problems in keeping their bulge fit in their trousers. In the end it almost looked like a trio sexy game of them together, only with the clothes on made it look different. And even Julian's hardon was now clearly visible. Blowing the last hair from the boy's shoulder showed Sam that his turn was over and made Matthew conclude he could climb in the chair, almost before the other boy had left it. Julian knew now for sure, there was another little boy who wanted his full treatment the next hour. After putting up the sign `shop closed' and curtains drawn down, he slowly moved to his new conquest. Expectantly the blond naughty beauty sat in the chair, trembling to be touched by the magician hands that made him dream of new experiences every day. It didn't cost Julian much talking to lead the boy to the vip room where the special broad barber seat had served other plays before. Only a little touch by Julian made the boy to start the wrestling game over again. Saying he loved to wrestle like they just did. Julian mentioned that wrestling with all their clothes on was a bit difficult and hot. He took his shirt off, soon followed by Matthew. Julian admired the frail, girly like look of the boy's upper torso. And during the next wrestle he played on it like the piano, giving the nipples a lot of encores! Not long after that the giggling boy surrendered himself without much resistance in the hands of his opponent. He seemed to wait anxiously his beloved big friend to start a new game. Not being aware of what, he felt that his body needed something urgently. Slowly Julian laid this little sissy boy in the chair and lowered it for the next act. This little boy was so different from the enterprising Marco! Laying there, giggling and wriggling waiting for Julian to fulfil his body's lusts. And not knowing what it was! `You're so beautiful' Julian told the boy, `that I want to spoil you all over to thank you showing yourself so sexy' The little proud boy stiffened lying in the chair and tried to look like even more then the perfect model boy. Julian's first love always is to fumble hair. And the lovely mop blond hair of Matthew had to be made handsome again after the damage of their struggles. With his face close to the boy's face he could feel the hot breathing of the more then excited boy. Still fixing the blond locks all to the front of Matthew face, like the Greek, he also put a little kiss on the forehead of his little Greek god. If a little boy can have a melt down it was happening here! Even more: the boy laid down waiting for all the fun without knowing what to do and expecting Julian to do it all! Julian couldn't resist any longer this pleading-for-love little boy. Still kissing he was stroking Matthews's legs. He quickly made his way up in the shorts finding a restless little snake, waiting to be released. Not hesitating, he slowly took both pants down and continued the stroking all around the best part of the little boy. The melted down boy sighed and panted completely overwhelmed by all this new feelings he had been hoping for so long. Suddenly Julian decided to take a step back. He wanted the boy to confirm the secret bond they were going to have. Matthew looked frightened, afraid that all the hot feelings did stop now already. `Did you like this?' Julian asked the boy. `if you want more we have to promise each other that our game will be a secret for ever' Then he stroked the boy again on several hot spots and stepped aside again. Asking the same question, this happened a few times. Being tortured this way the poor little Matthew had no choice and agreed to keep the secret if he could come every day. `Do you know we can make love together even more, would you like to do it now?' Julian wanted to prepare the ignorant boy that their game soon was to become wilder. `You must say if you don't like something we do, but give it a chance first before you decide!' `The hottest thing we can do is screwing together' Julian used that word to be sure the boy knew what the next game was gonna be. Since schoolboys use that word to talk about their future hobby. Matthew nodded, looking frightful and full expectation in the same time. He had seen enough on his computer and heard at school other boys boasting their knowledge and experiences. It only made him happy that his big friend Julian was going to give him his first real thing. `Let's seal our secret with a kiss' Julian concluded the agreement with the not speaking but nodding boy. By forcing his tongue in the mouth of the little, now seduced horny sissy boy their game really started. Without stopping the boy clinched himself wildly into his lover, raging his cock on his friend's tummy, kissing passionately and his nails clutching in the back. How the magician Julian managed to lower his pants must have been one of his other tricks, but soon they lay naked in each other arms almost looking as one. The throbbing of little Matthew's dick didn't cease for a moment. Only his first dry cum made him slow down, except his kissing. `Shall we go on?' Julian asked during brief breath moments. Matthew had still never said `yes' that day, but his fierce nodding was enough. `There are more games you'll like' Julian said, hoping to give himself a treat on Matthew's other side. Gently he turned the boy over and started licking the boy's glory hole. The boy's sighing and panting showed he liked that treatment as well. When Julian tried to infiltrate the boys treasure hole deeper and deeper, the little whore even rose up his ass to help to go in. Not long after that two fingers already sought their way to the pleasure gland of the little boy. It was for sure he enjoyed that as well; he turned his face and mumbled love words to his lover. Encouraging and not stopping. Since Julian never had a prize winning dick, he was used to climb every new boy virgin quickly. The boys suffered only a little beginning pain, but never asked to stop his two finger shaped dick entering. Matthew didn't complain at all, he already knew that this was part of sex fun too and was happy to experience it already. Julian started pounding his love pistol in the little butt of his blond sissy boy. And without doing it ever before, the little whore started to milk his first intruder by wriggling as professional as he could. Julian kissed his neck and with his nose in the blond mop the scent of the boy's hair made him as horny as never before. Julian shot all his juices which had been building up all afternoon cutting some hotties. Hitting the gland of the little blond with his sperm the boy came for a second time together with his big friend. Both lay down for a while and after recapturing their breath they started kissing all over each other. With his face in both hands Julian looked deep in the boys eyes: `you're mine greatest champion, being such a hot screw the first time we did it! I will teach you all about love, you'll never regret!' After some more lessons it was 3 hours later that the boy walked out of the door, almost drunk of love. Just that moment Marco passed anxious by to see if his new sextutor was still at the shop. He noticed the blond boy leaving he met before when he had his first treatment two weeks before. Now it made him hesitating to knock or go home. End If you have any suggestions for the third part with Matthew and Marco (and how about red Sam?) Don't hesitate to tell me at [email protected]
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> <pre>Date: Mon, 3 May 2010 22:54:12 +0000 From: kick barber &lt;[email protected]&gt; Subject: barber-boyz-club 2 matthew BARBER-BOYZ-CLUB, part two: Matthew Intro: Since Julian was a little boy he knew that one day he was to become a barber! Every summer he visited his favourite uncle Fred, who owned a barbershop in the centre of a pretty little town. He used to sit hours in the shop and watched his uncle cut the customers. When he got older certain very young customers raised his attention and raised something else too. His uncle Fred, who noticed the small (?) problem in his nephew's pants didn't waist much time introducing the 12 year old the easiest way solving such a hot problem. From that time Julian spent every holiday with his uncle. His parents thought it a relieve; now they didn't have to border with summer camps and all the other expensive solutions for working parents during holidays. Growing older Julian also learned how to cut. He went to college to become a sharp barber. During his trainee work Julian developed with a friend a way how to seduce hot little boys during their cutting. After finishing college Julian was happy to start as an assistant in the shop with his uncle. Only shortly after that Fred decided to leave and live with some men he could share his hobbies. Now Julian was the owner of the barbershop. Between regular male customers many little sweet hot boys enjoyed being cut (or have their head cuddled) by this handsome 20 year old stud. Some of them stacked around in the barbershop all afternoon. Enjoying the magazines, the cartoons, games on the p.c., the pool table and other goodies uncle Fred always had in stock for customers. Whenever Julian could get a hold of posters with glamorous cut young boys he would hang them around in the shop. He noticed that a lot of the little boys paid special attention to them and even asked to be cut that special way. Part 2 Matthew His first little hottie Marco, who favoured Troy Silvan, enjoyed his special vip room where the hair treatment developed in a full treatment. Since the active and not hesitating Marco happened to be very eager to learn all tricks of pleasure they both experienced a real full treatment. It gave Julian hope to conquer more guests for the special vip room. One of such boys, who seemed to come more often then necessary, was Matthew. This little 10 year old half long blond, enjoyed the barber treatment, but even more he seemed to love Julian massaging his neck, blowing the left over hair and the fumbling and biting of his pretty soft boyish ears. Seeing Matthew's reaction it should not be to hard to seduce and try more, Julian must have thought. It didn't take more then two weeks when Matthew walked in the shop again. He was made curious seeing Marco walking in the shop after closure... Waiting to be served he played some goodies on the pc and read the Star magazines looking for... Julian asked the boy if he didn't mind waiting till later arrivals were cut. The boy responded with sparkling eyes, as if he expected already more then a regular cut, a certain special treatment. So for the next hour the boy made himself comfortable with all the nice things in the shop. But in the end a peculiar thing happened. Cutting the last customer, a hot 12 year old red boy called Sam, Julian enjoyed again playing this boys neck and made the boy giggle. It was too much for jealous Matthew, who stopped immediately his play and positioned himself very close near Julian, begging for a treatment like the other boy was given. Since Julian has two hands the professional cutting ended in stroking two fine boys, tickling them wherever he could reach. In the next wrestling Matthew got himself as close to Julian. Julian noticed that both boys had some problems in keeping their bulge fit in their trousers. In the end it almost looked like a trio sexy game of them together, only with the clothes on made it look different. And even Julian's hardon was now clearly visible. Blowing the last hair from the boy's shoulder showed Sam that his turn was over and made Matthew conclude he could climb in the chair, almost before the other boy had left it. Julian knew now for sure, there was another little boy who wanted his full treatment the next hour. After putting up the sign `shop closed' and curtains drawn down, he slowly moved to his new conquest. Expectantly the blond naughty beauty sat in the chair, trembling to be touched by the magician hands that made him dream of new experiences every day. It didn't cost Julian much talking to lead the boy to the vip room where the special broad barber seat had served other plays before. Only a little touch by Julian made the boy to start the wrestling game over again. Saying he loved to wrestle like they just did. Julian mentioned that wrestling with all their clothes on was a bit difficult and hot. He took his shirt off, soon followed by Matthew. Julian admired the frail, girly like look of the boy's upper torso. And during the next wrestle he played on it like the piano, giving the nipples a lot of encores! Not long after that the giggling boy surrendered himself without much resistance in the hands of his opponent. He seemed to wait anxiously his beloved big friend to start a new game. Not being aware of what, he felt that his body needed something urgently. Slowly Julian laid this little sissy boy in the chair and lowered it for the next act. This little boy was so different from the enterprising Marco! Laying there, giggling and wriggling waiting for Julian to fulfil his body's lusts. And not knowing what it was! `You're so beautiful' Julian told the boy, `that I want to spoil you all over to thank you showing yourself so sexy' The little proud boy stiffened lying in the chair and tried to look like even more then the perfect model boy. Julian's first love always is to fumble hair. And the lovely mop blond hair of Matthew had to be made handsome again after the damage of their struggles. With his face close to the boy's face he could feel the hot breathing of the more then excited boy. Still fixing the blond locks all to the front of Matthew face, like the Greek, he also put a little kiss on the forehead of his little Greek god. If a little boy can have a melt down it was happening here! Even more: the boy laid down waiting for all the fun without knowing what to do and expecting Julian to do it all! Julian couldn't resist any longer this pleading-for-love little boy. Still kissing he was stroking Matthews's legs. He quickly made his way up in the shorts finding a restless little snake, waiting to be released. Not hesitating, he slowly took both pants down and continued the stroking all around the best part of the little boy. The melted down boy sighed and panted completely overwhelmed by all this new feelings he had been hoping for so long. Suddenly Julian decided to take a step back. He wanted the boy to confirm the secret bond they were going to have. Matthew looked frightened, afraid that all the hot feelings did stop now already. `Did you like this?' Julian asked the boy. `if you want more we have to promise each other that our game will be a secret for ever' Then he stroked the boy again on several hot spots and stepped aside again. Asking the same question, this happened a few times. Being tortured this way the poor little Matthew had no choice and agreed to keep the secret if he could come every day. `Do you know we can make love together even more, would you like to do it now?' Julian wanted to prepare the ignorant boy that their game soon was to become wilder. `You must say if you don't like something we do, but give it a chance first before you decide!' `The hottest thing we can do is screwing together' Julian used that word to be sure the boy knew what the next game was gonna be. Since schoolboys use that word to talk about their future hobby. Matthew nodded, looking frightful and full expectation in the same time. He had seen enough on his computer and heard at school other boys boasting their knowledge and experiences. It only made him happy that his big friend Julian was going to give him his first real thing. `Let's seal our secret with a kiss' Julian concluded the agreement with the not speaking but nodding boy. By forcing his tongue in the mouth of the little, now seduced horny sissy boy their game really started. Without stopping the boy clinched himself wildly into his lover, raging his cock on his friend's tummy, kissing passionately and his nails clutching in the back. How the magician Julian managed to lower his pants must have been one of his other tricks, but soon they lay naked in each other arms almost looking as one. The throbbing of little Matthew's dick didn't cease for a moment. Only his first dry cum made him slow down, except his kissing. `Shall we go on?' Julian asked during brief breath moments. Matthew had still never said `yes' that day, but his fierce nodding was enough. `There are more games you'll like' Julian said, hoping to give himself a treat on Matthew's other side. Gently he turned the boy over and started licking the boy's glory hole. The boy's sighing and panting showed he liked that treatment as well. When Julian tried to infiltrate the boys treasure hole deeper and deeper, the little whore even rose up his ass to help to go in. Not long after that two fingers already sought their way to the pleasure gland of the little boy. It was for sure he enjoyed that as well; he turned his face and mumbled love words to his lover. Encouraging and not stopping. Since Julian never had a prize winning dick, he was used to climb every new boy virgin quickly. The boys suffered only a little beginning pain, but never asked to stop his two finger shaped dick entering. Matthew didn't complain at all, he already knew that this was part of sex fun too and was happy to experience it already. Julian started pounding his love pistol in the little butt of his blond sissy boy. And without doing it ever before, the little whore started to milk his first intruder by wriggling as professional as he could. Julian kissed his neck and with his nose in the blond mop the scent of the boy's hair made him as horny as never before. Julian shot all his juices which had been building up all afternoon cutting some hotties. Hitting the gland of the little blond with his sperm the boy came for a second time together with his big friend. Both lay down for a while and after recapturing their breath they started kissing all over each other. With his face in both hands Julian looked deep in the boys eyes: `you're mine greatest champion, being such a hot screw the first time we did it! I will teach you all about love, you'll never regret!' After some more lessons it was 3 hours later that the boy walked out of the door, almost drunk of love. Just that moment Marco passed anxious by to see if his new sextutor was still at the shop. He noticed the blond boy leaving he met before when he had his first treatment two weeks before. Now it made him hesitating to knock or go home. End If you have any suggestions for the third part with Matthew and Marco (and how about red Sam?) Don't hesitate to tell me at [email protected] </pre> </div></div>
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Date: Wed, 7 Jan 2009 20:53:30 +0000 From: kick barber <[email protected]> Subject: Boyzhair Stories: Bowlcut Lust (t/b, first time, mast oral.) Legal things are a personal matter. Respect the copyright and this is for 16+ only. Comments and suggestions are always very welcome at:[email protected] from: [email protected] Subject: Boyzhair Stories: Bowlcut Lust 2 (t/b/m, first time) Legal things are a personal matter. Respect the copyright and this is for 16+ only. Comments and suggestions are always very welcome at:[email protected] Thanks for your comment and ideas. They are involved next. Cole was a lonely 16 year old. Cole looked like a slender, dreamy and untouchable faun. Cole didn't like to play with other boys at all. Cause they always talked about girls, soccer or the newest Xbox. Cole liked something else he could not share easily: Cole liked watching little boys. Cute, little sexy boys with a sharp cut bowlcut. Cole waited long for the first boy like that he only knew from the internet Cole's new neighbours had a boy. Cute like hell. Hot as hell. Completely designed according Cole's dream boy: a blond, thick bowlcut, tanned small playboy. Cole spent the first two days of his holiday helping the new neighbors. Helping himself to get a little friend Trevor. Trevor who only missed his old pal but enjoyed mastering the very willing neighboy. Cole realised that day 3 should give more again for his lust feelings. Not just sitting close by, make a sort of haircut or a naked swim. Even more then cumming behind Trevor without mutual interest. day 3 Even before he dressed himself Cole watched out of the window to see if there was some activity in yard beside his house. It was a little disappointing to see only the father working already. When father Luke noticed the handsome spy up in the window, he waved a friendly good bye and even winked an eye to him. Somehow it made Cole blush and a nervous tension overwhelmed him already. Anyhow he felt an urge to hurry. He chose his old, to small latex cycle-short, a narrow T shirt and took care for looking smart brushing his hair wildly. He just catches his mother leaving and a farewell kiss, the ritual 'behave yourself...' and 'don't forget to eat' was all the little morning communication. Soon he joined Luke to offer himself as helping hand for the day (again) The father looked a long time at the boy, like drinking him with his eyes from his feet till head. After that he smiled and answered he had a lot in mind for the boy. To establish their agreement he shook hands, pulling the boy close to him and cuddled the boy close to kissing. 'Why don't you wake up little Trevor for me, since his mother is back cleaning the old house he wasn't told to get up 'he ordered his help. With a slap on his but Cole rushed to his next destination. Trevor wasn't asleep at all. He was dreaming about his lost friendship with Djay back home. And felt so depressed that he didn't want to get up. He fantasized the fun he had with Djay, especially the plays they used to do with their dicks. So when Cole came in he caught the boy playing with his little dick. Without any shame Trevor showed his little dickey, proud telling how he made it bigger and bigger. Never expected Cole to have such an opportunity to play with Trevor this way. 'Shall I help you? I know even better ways making it nicer' He was surprised of himself finding such words to get involved. It was only a nod of the bored little boy, who discovered that the hand job without his old friend back home felt different. Trembling Cole kneeled beside his price kid. First he tickled the balls and slowly started climbing up the boy's prick. Trevor seemed to be pleased to get the feeling without having to work on it himself. 'Yes, go on, don't stop' he remembered his master-ship over the older Cole. Cole started to explore the slut between the balls and Trevor's hole and finally started working on and in it. But when Cole started also to lick the little prick, Trevor was overwhelmed by all this new feelings. Now he was not in charge, he surrendered his whole body to his new, interesting big friend. All the lessons Cole had learned from the internet were slowly tried out on the tiny body: stiffening the titts, licking the hole, deep throat the little prick and all the activities he enjoyed watching. he took his tight T shirt off to feel the little body close to his belly. His rod rose and rose and with his hands Cole started to help himself too, because there was no any activity of Trevor. It has been a one way activity, while little Trevor had had at least three dry cums. Cole wanted now also to treat himself to relieve his prick, still encaged in his too little latex briefs. The cock never showed as big through the tight brief. The toilet seems the only way to play secretly with himself he thought. He headed for the toilet, but when he was almost there, the father just came in. It was clearly to see that the poor boy Cole was in deep need. And now the father was sure to use that situation to make his day. Since he met the beautiful faun neighbour boy he dreamed getting a chance to explore his lust of pretty teens. Already the evening before at the barbeque he had been turning his round close around the beauty, helped by the dark sky. His mind raged over the possibilities to start it all. As if he headed for the toilet too he bumped into the boy. With a laughing excuse he grabbed the boy by his shoulder. 'who is the most in need shall go first!' he proposed. 'And how big is your need?' he said looking at the bulge of the boy. He pointed at the restless dickey and as if he wanted to help it to rest, he stroke the boy's trembling prick. That was to much for the boy: his prick raised once more, showed itself outside the waistband and his sperm came with great spurts all over his belly. May be because the father had been helping by stroking to fiercely? But it was surely to the great pleasure of the boy. He wasn't surprised either. On his internet travels he had seen so many grown ups helping little boys to enjoy their awakening sexual feelings. So he liked it and clutched himself to his redeemer. The father now stroked his hair and kissed the little teens head. 'Did my little boy caused this all?' he wondered. Without anymore words he lifted the almost limb teen in his arms and took him to a couch in his playroom. Slowly he took of the boys clothes, while stroking the trembling body. 'Thank you sir' the boy murmured. His cock was still in a half erected state and his body still felt hungry for another tension. 'Call me Luke, Cole, I'm your friend now!' the father replied. 'Do you mind me tasting some of your cum?' Luke asked the boy. Cole nodded, in his state everything was welcome. The lips of Luke started a journey all over the body, lowering its activity when he saw that the boys rod started rising again. He knew that young teen boys could come more then once in a short time, but this rate of getting it up so quick, was new to him. Now Cole experienced the same treatment as he gave little Trevor before. He prick was licked, his butt massaged, and smooth hands tickled all the hot spots of his body. This time Luke wasn't getting a counter treatment, but he didn't care. After all, when you seduce a young boy the first time, you don't expect the boy to act too. He lowered his shorts, laid on his back in the couch and shifted the passive boy over his body, upside down and also on his back. Like a 69 but with two on their back. Now his lips could treat the hole and the prick of the boy, while the hair of the boy covered his prick. And when Cole got more and more excited, his rolling head and hair massaged the dick of Luke. When he felt the boy cumming, he didn't stop himself of cumming too in the raging mop of hair on his prick. When they raised their heads came close, - Cole still somewhat disorientated - they enjoyed the first kisses of new lovers. Now they laid for a while in each arms, waiting and resting to decide what to do next, when little Trevor came down and as jealous little boys are, joined them within a second. He wasn't tired, he wasn't sleepy anymore so now..... read chapter three. comments are very welcome at [email protected]
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> <pre>Date: Wed, 7 Jan 2009 20:53:30 +0000 From: kick barber &lt;[email protected]&gt; Subject: Boyzhair Stories: Bowlcut Lust (t/b, first time, mast oral.) Legal things are a personal matter. Respect the copyright and this is for 16+ only. Comments and suggestions are always very welcome at:[email protected] from: [email protected] Subject: Boyzhair Stories: Bowlcut Lust 2 (t/b/m, first time) Legal things are a personal matter. Respect the copyright and this is for 16+ only. Comments and suggestions are always very welcome at:[email protected] Thanks for your comment and ideas. They are involved next. Cole was a lonely 16 year old. Cole looked like a slender, dreamy and untouchable faun. Cole didn't like to play with other boys at all. Cause they always talked about girls, soccer or the newest Xbox. Cole liked something else he could not share easily: Cole liked watching little boys. Cute, little sexy boys with a sharp cut bowlcut. Cole waited long for the first boy like that he only knew from the internet Cole's new neighbours had a boy. Cute like hell. Hot as hell. Completely designed according Cole's dream boy: a blond, thick bowlcut, tanned small playboy. Cole spent the first two days of his holiday helping the new neighbors. Helping himself to get a little friend Trevor. Trevor who only missed his old pal but enjoyed mastering the very willing neighboy. Cole realised that day 3 should give more again for his lust feelings. Not just sitting close by, make a sort of haircut or a naked swim. Even more then cumming behind Trevor without mutual interest. day 3 Even before he dressed himself Cole watched out of the window to see if there was some activity in yard beside his house. It was a little disappointing to see only the father working already. When father Luke noticed the handsome spy up in the window, he waved a friendly good bye and even winked an eye to him. Somehow it made Cole blush and a nervous tension overwhelmed him already. Anyhow he felt an urge to hurry. He chose his old, to small latex cycle-short, a narrow T shirt and took care for looking smart brushing his hair wildly. He just catches his mother leaving and a farewell kiss, the ritual 'behave yourself...' and 'don't forget to eat' was all the little morning communication. Soon he joined Luke to offer himself as helping hand for the day (again) The father looked a long time at the boy, like drinking him with his eyes from his feet till head. After that he smiled and answered he had a lot in mind for the boy. To establish their agreement he shook hands, pulling the boy close to him and cuddled the boy close to kissing. 'Why don't you wake up little Trevor for me, since his mother is back cleaning the old house he wasn't told to get up 'he ordered his help. With a slap on his but Cole rushed to his next destination. Trevor wasn't asleep at all. He was dreaming about his lost friendship with Djay back home. And felt so depressed that he didn't want to get up. He fantasized the fun he had with Djay, especially the plays they used to do with their dicks. So when Cole came in he caught the boy playing with his little dick. Without any shame Trevor showed his little dickey, proud telling how he made it bigger and bigger. Never expected Cole to have such an opportunity to play with Trevor this way. 'Shall I help you? I know even better ways making it nicer' He was surprised of himself finding such words to get involved. It was only a nod of the bored little boy, who discovered that the hand job without his old friend back home felt different. Trembling Cole kneeled beside his price kid. First he tickled the balls and slowly started climbing up the boy's prick. Trevor seemed to be pleased to get the feeling without having to work on it himself. 'Yes, go on, don't stop' he remembered his master-ship over the older Cole. Cole started to explore the slut between the balls and Trevor's hole and finally started working on and in it. But when Cole started also to lick the little prick, Trevor was overwhelmed by all this new feelings. Now he was not in charge, he surrendered his whole body to his new, interesting big friend. All the lessons Cole had learned from the internet were slowly tried out on the tiny body: stiffening the titts, licking the hole, deep throat the little prick and all the activities he enjoyed watching. he took his tight T shirt off to feel the little body close to his belly. His rod rose and rose and with his hands Cole started to help himself too, because there was no any activity of Trevor. It has been a one way activity, while little Trevor had had at least three dry cums. Cole wanted now also to treat himself to relieve his prick, still encaged in his too little latex briefs. The cock never showed as big through the tight brief. The toilet seems the only way to play secretly with himself he thought. He headed for the toilet, but when he was almost there, the father just came in. It was clearly to see that the poor boy Cole was in deep need. And now the father was sure to use that situation to make his day. Since he met the beautiful faun neighbour boy he dreamed getting a chance to explore his lust of pretty teens. Already the evening before at the barbeque he had been turning his round close around the beauty, helped by the dark sky. His mind raged over the possibilities to start it all. As if he headed for the toilet too he bumped into the boy. With a laughing excuse he grabbed the boy by his shoulder. 'who is the most in need shall go first!' he proposed. 'And how big is your need?' he said looking at the bulge of the boy. He pointed at the restless dickey and as if he wanted to help it to rest, he stroke the boy's trembling prick. That was to much for the boy: his prick raised once more, showed itself outside the waistband and his sperm came with great spurts all over his belly. May be because the father had been helping by stroking to fiercely? But it was surely to the great pleasure of the boy. He wasn't surprised either. On his internet travels he had seen so many grown ups helping little boys to enjoy their awakening sexual feelings. So he liked it and clutched himself to his redeemer. The father now stroked his hair and kissed the little teens head. 'Did my little boy caused this all?' he wondered. Without anymore words he lifted the almost limb teen in his arms and took him to a couch in his playroom. Slowly he took of the boys clothes, while stroking the trembling body. 'Thank you sir' the boy murmured. His cock was still in a half erected state and his body still felt hungry for another tension. 'Call me Luke, Cole, I'm your friend now!' the father replied. 'Do you mind me tasting some of your cum?' Luke asked the boy. Cole nodded, in his state everything was welcome. The lips of Luke started a journey all over the body, lowering its activity when he saw that the boys rod started rising again. He knew that young teen boys could come more then once in a short time, but this rate of getting it up so quick, was new to him. Now Cole experienced the same treatment as he gave little Trevor before. He prick was licked, his butt massaged, and smooth hands tickled all the hot spots of his body. This time Luke wasn't getting a counter treatment, but he didn't care. After all, when you seduce a young boy the first time, you don't expect the boy to act too. He lowered his shorts, laid on his back in the couch and shifted the passive boy over his body, upside down and also on his back. Like a 69 but with two on their back. Now his lips could treat the hole and the prick of the boy, while the hair of the boy covered his prick. And when Cole got more and more excited, his rolling head and hair massaged the dick of Luke. When he felt the boy cumming, he didn't stop himself of cumming too in the raging mop of hair on his prick. When they raised their heads came close, - Cole still somewhat disorientated - they enjoyed the first kisses of new lovers. Now they laid for a while in each arms, waiting and resting to decide what to do next, when little Trevor came down and as jealous little boys are, joined them within a second. He wasn't tired, he wasn't sleepy anymore so now..... read chapter three. comments are very welcome at [email protected] </pre> </div></div>
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Date: Sat, 18 Jun 2005 14:44:30 +0100 (BST) From: kick barber <[email protected]> Subject: boyzhair stories: gorgeous viktor 3 Boyzhair story by Kick Barber [email protected] (b/m, first,mast.,anal,oral,hair) Legal things are a personal matter. Respect the copyright and this is for 16+ only. Sometimes you see a gorgeous blond boy who got stuck on your brain. The fantasy does the rest, dream along... Please let me know if your fantasy includes beautiful blond boys too.... Comments and suggestions are always very welcome at:[email protected] Gorgeous blond Viktor, part three More afternoon lessons. Viktor thought he had his first sex. Viktor liked it very much. Viktor decided he wanted to fuck as much as possible. Viktor wanted to learn even more If Viktor wants something, he will make it done. Both boys were resting in each others arms. They enjoyed their first love play together, still half dressed in their T-shirt and shirt. While Rick couldn't resist stroking the boys beautiful mop of blond hair, Viktor started again to explore his friends body. He tickled certain places trying to get his friend into some more sex activity again. It didn't last long or the two bodies were strangled again in a tickling wrestling match. The cocks rose again, trying to take part in the fun. "Let's make more sex, Rick, I wanna do it again, I wanna do it 100 times, please let's fuck again....you promised to put your dick in me...do it now please..." To put force to his words Viktor kissed his friend on his lips, holding his head firmly, while swapping his cock over the belly of Rick. Then, to make his friend's prick to rise again, he put his beautiful hair around the cock of Rick, one of his favourites games. He massaged it with his hands and his hair all over it. The cock stood up like it never exploded just before. So much seduction made Rick more horny than he already was... He got up and walked to the other part of the room, where a great bed was waiting. The little boy immediately followed suit. Rick took his shirt of and so did little Viktor. Rick bowed to look in the mirror of the little make up table, and so did Viktor. He pushed his hair again, it was easy to mould now with all the sperm in it. Then Viktor start to push the hair of Rick as he did to himself. He kissed it and said: "Now we are brothers, Rick! We look the same, but I want my sperm in your hair too and then we are sperm brothers" he giggled. Wrestling and fondling they moved to the large bed. Rick planned to give his little boy another new experience he had asked for. But not to fast. He started sucking the little boys tits and went slowly down to the boys cock. Sucking and kissing each part of meat he met on the way down.. Viktor felt his body now getting full of lust more and more. The little boy moved all parts of his body in ecstasy wilder and wilder. "Oh please take my cock, fuck me" he begged. But Rick played his game sneakier: he touched him everywhere with his tongue, with his fingers and kissed all the parts of his friends body that made Viktor hotter and hotter. The little boy almost fainted by his feelings and cried to be fucked. With the little boy now melted down by his lust, Viktor, always in charge, slowly became a wanting body, a slave for love, fully brought to his knees. Rick noticed the boy's passive attitude and didn't stop at the cock. Along the thin line between cock and balls his tongue travelled farther, making the victim moaning his head off, his tongue ending at the crack of the tiny hole. "Now I'll turn you around, show me your but, this is gonna be very hot" Rick asked his little love toy. He turned the now very willing boy on his belly and anxious as always to learn new lessons Viktor immediately pushed his butt up to his teacher. Rick put in his tongue in to explore the virgin hole. When the spit was covering all of that star entrance, Rick put in his gel greased finger. "Gel in your hair and gel in your but" Rick explained the new feelings to Viktor. "Just relax now and let me show you the hottest feeling. Relax your butt, if it's to painful I'll stop." Viktor, in trance of lust and the hot treatment before, was unable to react, he just let happen what Rick was planning. Time for a second finger and soon the two fingers reached the love spot of little Viktor fully. They touched the little boys prostate, it made the boy shout. His narrow tunnel widened slowly and start making already the right movements. The boy screamed for joy and moaned Rick to push his dick now in. "On your four then, boy" Rick commanded, getting in charge for a change. Viktor did as he was asked and his little star was pointing out, waiting to be taken by his friend. Rick wanted not to wait any longer, may he couldn't either.... Covered with slippery gel, he put the top of his cock slowly into the fresh boy cunt, slowly moving it around to relax the muscles. "Relax now Viktor, your hottest dreams will come through" Rick pushed in one stroke his long slender prick in the young butt of the boy. Viktor screamed the words stop and go on so often that Rick decided to do the last thing and start the love pump, now the little boy relaxed more at every push his intruder did to him. "O yes, fuck, fuck, me please" he pleaded enjoying all the new feeling. Rick also enjoyed the virgin tight hole and started to fuck as never before, hanging all over the tiny body in total surrender in a fuck embrace. His head above the great blond neck. He kissed that neck hair and sniffed his nose through the blond heaven. He fondled his friends straight prick the same time. His fingers ran up and down, pulling and pushing the foreskin, tickling the balls . Both boys came closer to their best outburst, both boys shouted and moaned getting wilder and wilder. Whenever Rick had his prick out in one of Viktor's wild movements he violently pushed it right in, continuing his hard screw, Viktor moving fast up and down, driven by an explosion of lust through his whole body. Rick hoped that both boys would have their finest moment at the same time, so feeling his sperm rising already he massaged the prick of Viktor faster and faster.... All that strain resulted in the best similar spurt he ever had! Both boys now choked and shocked their final love play. Rick pushed it deep in, his balls resting at the boys butt. The boy's cunt so tight had helped miraculous as a professional sperm milker Viktor had his not coming seed pulsing for a long time, while he felt a warm stream of semen filling his abdomen, stimulating his prostate even more. He felt it all, enjoyed it all, he never felt so hot, never felt such total lust. When Rick slowly took his cock out of the ex-virgin hole, Viktor turned around, in charge again, and kept on going wild loving his big exhausted friend, he kissed him all over, licked his prick, tasting the cum and his butt. Rick was very proud to have arranged that both came together at the same time. The first screw and already bingo. This boy was the best in everything.......... Although the studio apartment of Rick wasn't big: a room for lessons and recordings, a sit and sleeping room with the large bed, it also contains a bathing room with a luxurious Jacuzzi in it. Once a small success in the top forty made him a one day rich man and he spent it in the bathroom. Now it was time to make use of it with a little friend. Before now he always dreamed to share this with some of his beautiful guitar students, but never knew how to start a invitation. Viktor saw the spa and decided to have a bath together. While the bath was filling up, Rick started soaping his little boy from top till toe, fondling his way down. When they got finally in it was the first rest moment they had. With drinks at hand there was a moment to relax. Rick needed it after all the wild play, but Viktor kept on hugging himself to his great new idol. Rick felt the little boys prick had risen again. The boy was a miracle, the prick hadn't been soft for less then a few seconds. Their bodies, glued together, enjoyed the warm jet streams and the oily fragrances of the bath. Long deep kisses alternate Rick's love murmur to the boy. Viktor, in charge again, tried to find his friends butt, anxious to know how it feels to put your prick in it. When he experienced his fingers in it he said: "Let's go to the bed, it's my turn to fuck you now!" Half dry and still oily they soon laid down on the bed. Rick so exhausted let his little friend now do his game. He laid on his belly and waited for the boy to mount him. The little friend didn't wait long. He imitated his big friend, put some gel on his prick and immediately pushed it in the rather experienced hole. Rick felt the little boy stretched all over his back, the oily bodies made it feel even better and felt the little long prick invading his love hole. Tiny arms and hands reached his neck, fondling his hair there. His shoulders were kissed and slowly the invader started to make his love rhythms in his tunnel. First Viktor had to do all the work, but after a while Rick muscles started to help the rod first adventure in a boy cunt. It didn't take long for the greedy Viktor to have another of his dry ejaculations that day. He moaned and wiggled and enjoyed his first boy's cunt screw. He was so proud, that he didn't want to take it out, but rested with his prick still in his lover. Slowly he start making the love movements again. Rick moved up on his four, having the boy hanging on his back. Viktor clinched himself on the back and stood in the bed, pushing like mad to experience another coming. Moaning and hissing he came again to another of his lust explosions. But still he left his prick in the never sore cunt. Now Rick slowly moved on his side back taking the boy along who now laid side wards under him, not able to make the hip movements. Rick took his head and fondled again the lovely hair now near his belly. This time his butt started to milk the boy. Viktor moaned and hissed to go on. Another ejaculation was proved by the blowing hip under Rick. Still Viktor didn't take it out. Viktor turned again, slowly his prick stiil in the butt and went on his knees again, Rick now on his back half sitting, his knees up and his arms all around the lovely boy, still invading him, ready to go for the umpteenth time. His hands stroked again all the lovely blond hair. After another violent ejaculation now the boy felt in the arms of his willing sex partner. Kissing and crying for joy. "I want to do it again and again, but now I can't anymore!" "Well, that's normal little rascal, I never had seen somebody making so much love so fast so often! You're my champion, remember?" Slowly the two boys got out their embrace and started to get themselves somehow organised. Since Rick had to leave that evening for a concert with his partner, he had to get clothes for that concert. It was a sixties thing, so an Elvis like suit was taken out. Then at the make up table his hair was greased with the help of the little hands of his small admirer and was combed with the forelock in the right style. The sides he slicked back and in his neck it ended in a great DA. "Please make me one too like that" Viktor pleaded. Rick happily agreed, they changed the seat and Rick formed with the wet gel a beautiful forelock on the smart little boy and then all the long side hair was combed up till behind the ears and ended in a big DA. The two boys admired each other in the mirror. Rick took his camera and made pics of them, alone and together. Picturing and admiring the make over, they kissed and cuddled in between. They were so busy that they didn't notice the entrance of Shawn, the music partner of Rick. Also dressed already in the Grease style he entered the erotic burdened apartment with a significant smell of sperm. The appearance of the little boy in a Grease style made his heart skip a few beats. Back to his breath he was informed by his friend of the great talent of this little boy. He didn't say guitar or anything else, but Shawn suspected many talents. It was time to go, but little Viktor asked if he could join the two great looking boys. He said to call his parents and they would probably won't deny it. Since they were glad their son had found a hobby and a teacher he spend so much time with he expected them to agree.. And he was now also less a pain in the neck with his everlasting spoiled wishes. Viktor was always used to have his way, with or without asking he always got what he wanted. The two musicians looked at each other with asking eyes, but before they could make a decision themselves Viktor had already spoken to his parents and said they okayed the concert.... That evening was the hottest concert the boys had given. Viktor always knew what he wanted. Viktor always got what he wanted. He never had enough. He always wanted it all. And now it was a new game: sex. What will happen in part four? Please send your comments and ideas! [email protected]
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> <pre>Date: Sat, 18 Jun 2005 14:44:30 +0100 (BST) From: kick barber &lt;[email protected]&gt; Subject: boyzhair stories: gorgeous viktor 3 Boyzhair story by Kick Barber [email protected] (b/m, first,mast.,anal,oral,hair) Legal things are a personal matter. Respect the copyright and this is for 16+ only. Sometimes you see a gorgeous blond boy who got stuck on your brain. The fantasy does the rest, dream along... Please let me know if your fantasy includes beautiful blond boys too.... Comments and suggestions are always very welcome at:[email protected] Gorgeous blond Viktor, part three More afternoon lessons. Viktor thought he had his first sex. Viktor liked it very much. Viktor decided he wanted to fuck as much as possible. Viktor wanted to learn even more If Viktor wants something, he will make it done. Both boys were resting in each others arms. They enjoyed their first love play together, still half dressed in their T-shirt and shirt. While Rick couldn't resist stroking the boys beautiful mop of blond hair, Viktor started again to explore his friends body. He tickled certain places trying to get his friend into some more sex activity again. It didn't last long or the two bodies were strangled again in a tickling wrestling match. The cocks rose again, trying to take part in the fun. "Let's make more sex, Rick, I wanna do it again, I wanna do it 100 times, please let's fuck again....you promised to put your dick in me...do it now please..." To put force to his words Viktor kissed his friend on his lips, holding his head firmly, while swapping his cock over the belly of Rick. Then, to make his friend's prick to rise again, he put his beautiful hair around the cock of Rick, one of his favourites games. He massaged it with his hands and his hair all over it. The cock stood up like it never exploded just before. So much seduction made Rick more horny than he already was... He got up and walked to the other part of the room, where a great bed was waiting. The little boy immediately followed suit. Rick took his shirt of and so did little Viktor. Rick bowed to look in the mirror of the little make up table, and so did Viktor. He pushed his hair again, it was easy to mould now with all the sperm in it. Then Viktor start to push the hair of Rick as he did to himself. He kissed it and said: "Now we are brothers, Rick! We look the same, but I want my sperm in your hair too and then we are sperm brothers" he giggled. Wrestling and fondling they moved to the large bed. Rick planned to give his little boy another new experience he had asked for. But not to fast. He started sucking the little boys tits and went slowly down to the boys cock. Sucking and kissing each part of meat he met on the way down.. Viktor felt his body now getting full of lust more and more. The little boy moved all parts of his body in ecstasy wilder and wilder. "Oh please take my cock, fuck me" he begged. But Rick played his game sneakier: he touched him everywhere with his tongue, with his fingers and kissed all the parts of his friends body that made Viktor hotter and hotter. The little boy almost fainted by his feelings and cried to be fucked. With the little boy now melted down by his lust, Viktor, always in charge, slowly became a wanting body, a slave for love, fully brought to his knees. Rick noticed the boy's passive attitude and didn't stop at the cock. Along the thin line between cock and balls his tongue travelled farther, making the victim moaning his head off, his tongue ending at the crack of the tiny hole. "Now I'll turn you around, show me your but, this is gonna be very hot" Rick asked his little love toy. He turned the now very willing boy on his belly and anxious as always to learn new lessons Viktor immediately pushed his butt up to his teacher. Rick put in his tongue in to explore the virgin hole. When the spit was covering all of that star entrance, Rick put in his gel greased finger. "Gel in your hair and gel in your but" Rick explained the new feelings to Viktor. "Just relax now and let me show you the hottest feeling. Relax your butt, if it's to painful I'll stop." Viktor, in trance of lust and the hot treatment before, was unable to react, he just let happen what Rick was planning. Time for a second finger and soon the two fingers reached the love spot of little Viktor fully. They touched the little boys prostate, it made the boy shout. His narrow tunnel widened slowly and start making already the right movements. The boy screamed for joy and moaned Rick to push his dick now in. "On your four then, boy" Rick commanded, getting in charge for a change. Viktor did as he was asked and his little star was pointing out, waiting to be taken by his friend. Rick wanted not to wait any longer, may he couldn't either.... Covered with slippery gel, he put the top of his cock slowly into the fresh boy cunt, slowly moving it around to relax the muscles. "Relax now Viktor, your hottest dreams will come through" Rick pushed in one stroke his long slender prick in the young butt of the boy. Viktor screamed the words stop and go on so often that Rick decided to do the last thing and start the love pump, now the little boy relaxed more at every push his intruder did to him. "O yes, fuck, fuck, me please" he pleaded enjoying all the new feeling. Rick also enjoyed the virgin tight hole and started to fuck as never before, hanging all over the tiny body in total surrender in a fuck embrace. His head above the great blond neck. He kissed that neck hair and sniffed his nose through the blond heaven. He fondled his friends straight prick the same time. His fingers ran up and down, pulling and pushing the foreskin, tickling the balls . Both boys came closer to their best outburst, both boys shouted and moaned getting wilder and wilder. Whenever Rick had his prick out in one of Viktor's wild movements he violently pushed it right in, continuing his hard screw, Viktor moving fast up and down, driven by an explosion of lust through his whole body. Rick hoped that both boys would have their finest moment at the same time, so feeling his sperm rising already he massaged the prick of Viktor faster and faster.... All that strain resulted in the best similar spurt he ever had! Both boys now choked and shocked their final love play. Rick pushed it deep in, his balls resting at the boys butt. The boy's cunt so tight had helped miraculous as a professional sperm milker Viktor had his not coming seed pulsing for a long time, while he felt a warm stream of semen filling his abdomen, stimulating his prostate even more. He felt it all, enjoyed it all, he never felt so hot, never felt such total lust. When Rick slowly took his cock out of the ex-virgin hole, Viktor turned around, in charge again, and kept on going wild loving his big exhausted friend, he kissed him all over, licked his prick, tasting the cum and his butt. Rick was very proud to have arranged that both came together at the same time. The first screw and already bingo. This boy was the best in everything.......... Although the studio apartment of Rick wasn't big: a room for lessons and recordings, a sit and sleeping room with the large bed, it also contains a bathing room with a luxurious Jacuzzi in it. Once a small success in the top forty made him a one day rich man and he spent it in the bathroom. Now it was time to make use of it with a little friend. Before now he always dreamed to share this with some of his beautiful guitar students, but never knew how to start a invitation. Viktor saw the spa and decided to have a bath together. While the bath was filling up, Rick started soaping his little boy from top till toe, fondling his way down. When they got finally in it was the first rest moment they had. With drinks at hand there was a moment to relax. Rick needed it after all the wild play, but Viktor kept on hugging himself to his great new idol. Rick felt the little boys prick had risen again. The boy was a miracle, the prick hadn't been soft for less then a few seconds. Their bodies, glued together, enjoyed the warm jet streams and the oily fragrances of the bath. Long deep kisses alternate Rick's love murmur to the boy. Viktor, in charge again, tried to find his friends butt, anxious to know how it feels to put your prick in it. When he experienced his fingers in it he said: "Let's go to the bed, it's my turn to fuck you now!" Half dry and still oily they soon laid down on the bed. Rick so exhausted let his little friend now do his game. He laid on his belly and waited for the boy to mount him. The little friend didn't wait long. He imitated his big friend, put some gel on his prick and immediately pushed it in the rather experienced hole. Rick felt the little boy stretched all over his back, the oily bodies made it feel even better and felt the little long prick invading his love hole. Tiny arms and hands reached his neck, fondling his hair there. His shoulders were kissed and slowly the invader started to make his love rhythms in his tunnel. First Viktor had to do all the work, but after a while Rick muscles started to help the rod first adventure in a boy cunt. It didn't take long for the greedy Viktor to have another of his dry ejaculations that day. He moaned and wiggled and enjoyed his first boy's cunt screw. He was so proud, that he didn't want to take it out, but rested with his prick still in his lover. Slowly he start making the love movements again. Rick moved up on his four, having the boy hanging on his back. Viktor clinched himself on the back and stood in the bed, pushing like mad to experience another coming. Moaning and hissing he came again to another of his lust explosions. But still he left his prick in the never sore cunt. Now Rick slowly moved on his side back taking the boy along who now laid side wards under him, not able to make the hip movements. Rick took his head and fondled again the lovely hair now near his belly. This time his butt started to milk the boy. Viktor moaned and hissed to go on. Another ejaculation was proved by the blowing hip under Rick. Still Viktor didn't take it out. Viktor turned again, slowly his prick stiil in the butt and went on his knees again, Rick now on his back half sitting, his knees up and his arms all around the lovely boy, still invading him, ready to go for the umpteenth time. His hands stroked again all the lovely blond hair. After another violent ejaculation now the boy felt in the arms of his willing sex partner. Kissing and crying for joy. "I want to do it again and again, but now I can't anymore!" "Well, that's normal little rascal, I never had seen somebody making so much love so fast so often! You're my champion, remember?" Slowly the two boys got out their embrace and started to get themselves somehow organised. Since Rick had to leave that evening for a concert with his partner, he had to get clothes for that concert. It was a sixties thing, so an Elvis like suit was taken out. Then at the make up table his hair was greased with the help of the little hands of his small admirer and was combed with the forelock in the right style. The sides he slicked back and in his neck it ended in a great DA. "Please make me one too like that" Viktor pleaded. Rick happily agreed, they changed the seat and Rick formed with the wet gel a beautiful forelock on the smart little boy and then all the long side hair was combed up till behind the ears and ended in a big DA. The two boys admired each other in the mirror. Rick took his camera and made pics of them, alone and together. Picturing and admiring the make over, they kissed and cuddled in between. They were so busy that they didn't notice the entrance of Shawn, the music partner of Rick. Also dressed already in the Grease style he entered the erotic burdened apartment with a significant smell of sperm. The appearance of the little boy in a Grease style made his heart skip a few beats. Back to his breath he was informed by his friend of the great talent of this little boy. He didn't say guitar or anything else, but Shawn suspected many talents. It was time to go, but little Viktor asked if he could join the two great looking boys. He said to call his parents and they would probably won't deny it. Since they were glad their son had found a hobby and a teacher he spend so much time with he expected them to agree.. And he was now also less a pain in the neck with his everlasting spoiled wishes. Viktor was always used to have his way, with or without asking he always got what he wanted. The two musicians looked at each other with asking eyes, but before they could make a decision themselves Viktor had already spoken to his parents and said they okayed the concert.... That evening was the hottest concert the boys had given. Viktor always knew what he wanted. Viktor always got what he wanted. He never had enough. He always wanted it all. And now it was a new game: sex. What will happen in part four? Please send your comments and ideas! [email protected] </pre> </div></div>
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Date: Sun, 3 Jan 2010 23:48:10 +0000 From: kick barber <[email protected]> Subject: Barber Boyz Club (M/b, first time, oral, anal, hair) Legal things are a personal matter. Respect the copyright and this is for 16+ only. Comments and suggestions are always very welcome at: [email protected] BARBERBOYZZCLUB Since Julian was a little boy he knew that one day he was to become a barber! Every summer he visited his favourite uncle Fred, who owned a barbershop in the centre of a pretty little town. He used to sit hours in the shop and watched his uncle cut the customers. When he got older certain very young customers raised his attention and raised something else too. His uncle Fred, who noticed the small (?) problem in his nephew's pants didn't waist much time introducing the 12 year old the easiest way solving such a hot problem. From that time Julian spent every holiday with his uncle. His parents thought it a relieve; now they didn't have to border with summer camps and all the other expensive solutions for working parents during holidays. Growing older Julian also learned how to cut. He went to college to become a sharp barber. During his trainee work Julian developed with a friend a way how to seduce hot little boys during their cutting After finishing college Julian was happy to start as an assistant in the shop with his uncle. Only shortly after that Fred decided to leave and live with some men he could share his hobbies. Now Julian was the owner of the barbershop. Between regular male customers many little sweet hot boys enjoyed being cut (or have their head cuddled) by this handsome 20 year old stud. Some of them stacked around in the barbershop all afternoon. Enjoying the magazines, the cartoons, games on the p.c., the pool table and other goodies uncle Fred always had in stock for customers. Whenever Julian could get a hold of posters with glamorous cut young boys he would hang them around in the shop. He noticed that a lot of the little boys paid special attention to them and even asked to be cut that special way. One of this hot little clients was 9 year old Marco. He want to look like Troy Silvan's, his poster was the biggest in the shop. During earlier visits Julian already enjoyed the little boy by pushing his rod against the back of the boy during the cutting. Now he had decided to explore more of the needs of the little cute fellow. So when the boy came for another haircut, -it seemed much earlier then Necessary- Julian told the boy that he had no time that afternoon. To many appointments were made that day. But he was willing to cut his little friend after closing time. It didn't disappointed Marco at all; his little smile showed that he expected then a more exclusive treatment. Of course he didn't realise the entire real treat, but some things in his body did stir up already. His single working mother at home, didn't took much notice of her little son, chasing new men all the time to please herself. The boy left happy with an unknown, warm feeling full expectations! Julian quickly worked on all the customers; if possible he would close sooner as usual. Just another little blond, Matthew, did get a longer, special hair treat. Again Julian's rod got more and more excited and found his way in the back of the barber seat. The hot blond boy giggled when Julian played teasingly his ears, tickled his neck and blew the left over hairs from it. Doing that, he even managed, unseen, to place a little kiss on that adorable thin neck of the now aroused kid. `Wouldn't it be lovely to combine this hottie later with Marco when I have started mine new barberboyzzclub?' his mind concluded. When Matthew left the shop, warmly guided by Julian, Marco was just arriving and the two boys did greet each other. When Matthew asked why Marco was coming at closing time, the answer was that `a special treat' for Marco was the reason. `That's how hot kids are made curious' Julian thought. `I'm glad you could make it this time Marco,' Julian welcomed his expected little lover, `I will have all the time to make a star of you!' Marco grinned and walked towards a barber chair. `Marco, why don't you come to my special room for star clients! ' Julian asked the little boy. He softly led him to a room on the first floor of the shop. A room without windows, but with just one chair bigger and more luxurious then the normal ones. A room with a fridge, huge TV screen, pc and many posters of famous boys. Special for this occasion big posters of Troy were added by Julian. Posters he had changed with some photo shop tricks: pants looked a little open, a bulge was slightly added. Marco sat in the chair and Julian was ready to start his work. But first he showed different hair styles on the boy, cuddling the lovely face and neck in the mean time. Marco giggled at each model, looking at all sides in the three sided mirrors. The little room was rather hot; when Marco complained about it Julian simply reacted by telling to take his shirt off. `Nobody will see you here; I always do it to when I'm hot' Marco didn't hesitate and took it off. Time again to restore the latest hair style, but now Julian managed to lower his busy hands over the bare shoulders. The little boy shiffered, being touched by the loving hands. `Are you cold or hot?' teasingly Julian asked him, `I can give you a massage, if you're cold!' `You should take your shirt off too, please do it,' the little boy asked his new friend. Julian didn't hesitated and soon two half bare boys enjoyed the view of their new outlook. One with a tiny smooth chest and another stud with an also smooth but very athletic chest. Slowly Julian lowered the barber seat so that Marco's head ended up close to his lid. While Marco almost lay flat in the chair Julian's hands travelled from head to his belly and back. Each time his fingers played a little longer at the boys waistband. Each time a small bulge showed live during that treatment. `I'm not speeding this game' Julian considered, `I'll try to make him hot as hell over a long period' `You like the massage?' he asked the boy, `say stop if you don't want more, please!' But the boy just sighted and softly said: `Please, don't stop now' Julian took a chair behind the boy and took the now the little almost limb boy into his lap. His lid welcomed the boy's weight with restraint and pleasure. Now his hands could travel farther down. Not inside the pants, but cuddling his but was the new massage. The boy now was wiggling, it was clear he had problems in keeping his lust quiet. `If you're still hot, you can take your pants off too. I'm always interested to see, what boy's favourite underpants are!' `Can't we see movie,` Marco suddenly asked, getting out of the chair. Walking towards the screen he dropped his pants and shifted something. His underpants were of cheap quality and old, much too small for the boy and his swollen lid. He folded himself in the long bench and tried to keep his lid hidden between his knees. Julian sat beside him and reassured the kid that a swollen lid is part of growing up and part of the best fun. `With a beautiful boy as you besides me, my lid tries to escape too, you know!' The boy, like all modern boys aware of all kind of `amusement', looked surprised at his friend. Friends at school had often spoken of hot adventures they once had with all kind of studs and whores, but he never believed them. `You like me so much?' was all he could say, `can I see it?' `Only if you really want it and promise me to keep our friendship games a secret!' The boy hastened to say: `Sure I will, I will never tell anyone of our special friendship!' Thus Julian lowered also his pants, underpants he never wore, and his proud lid showed his affection for the boy. `That's how much he thinks you are so beautiful' Julian laughed. Marco didn't hesitate to lower his little last piece of textile and proudly showed his 5 cm stiff prick. `That's how much he loves you, may I touch yours?' At once the boy didn't show anymore hesitation and touching his friends new toy he also pushed himself in Julian's embracement. It didn't last long when Julian's kisses travelled towards the boys lips and slowly the boy opened them for his first lovers play with tongues. Now Julian's hands reached the boys lid and started slowly masturbating it. This lesson was soon followed by his pupil on his own lid. With both handling the pricks they lowered themselves on the bench. With Marco on top of him, Julian moved his hands al over the body, exploring the boy but, biting the boy's nipples, bringing the poor lad almost to an explosion. To give Marco the best feeling on his first boy cum he decided to suck the little boy. He folded the boy in between him and sucked the little boy's prick. Marco never felt such things ever before and started moaning and yelling to this new experience. It was only seconds later that the first dry cum came. The almost limp boy on top again Julian buried his face in the boys hair, and smelled the boyish sent he liked best. His lid enjoyed himself between the boys clamping legs. And only half a minute later the boy gasped: `that was so great, I wanna do it again!' Julian didn't waste time starting his play again; he let his tongue travel the little boyhole, making the boy even more wild. His tongue moved from there to the boys sack. Then he took the half hard lid again in his mouth. Now the little boy shifted under him and very gentle licked Julian's lid too. `It taste salty,' Marco said, `is that your cum?' `No mine cum will come later, it is only a little beginning, be careful when it comes. You must be sure you like it to have it in your mouth!' The little boy started with very small sucks on the tip of Julian's lid. This way was a new treat for Julian: never had somebody doing it so softly, delicate and careful. Julian couldn't resist this treatment much longer and told the boy to stop. But the little rascal knew something was going to happen and put all his energy in this new game. Not much later his face and mouth were covered with one of Julian's greatest shots! The two lovers spent the next hour enjoying their first encounter with warm cuddles and kisses. Probably Marco had some more dry cums that hour. But it all finished with a shower and the haircut at last. But you can expect the Julian didn't cut that much! His little friend has to come for another haircut as soon as possible1 Do you want to know when Matthew comes to join the happy couple? Write your comments and wishes for the next episode to [email protected]
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> <pre>Date: Sun, 3 Jan 2010 23:48:10 +0000 From: kick barber &lt;[email protected]&gt; Subject: Barber Boyz Club (M/b, first time, oral, anal, hair) Legal things are a personal matter. Respect the copyright and this is for 16+ only. Comments and suggestions are always very welcome at: [email protected] BARBERBOYZZCLUB Since Julian was a little boy he knew that one day he was to become a barber! Every summer he visited his favourite uncle Fred, who owned a barbershop in the centre of a pretty little town. He used to sit hours in the shop and watched his uncle cut the customers. When he got older certain very young customers raised his attention and raised something else too. His uncle Fred, who noticed the small (?) problem in his nephew's pants didn't waist much time introducing the 12 year old the easiest way solving such a hot problem. From that time Julian spent every holiday with his uncle. His parents thought it a relieve; now they didn't have to border with summer camps and all the other expensive solutions for working parents during holidays. Growing older Julian also learned how to cut. He went to college to become a sharp barber. During his trainee work Julian developed with a friend a way how to seduce hot little boys during their cutting After finishing college Julian was happy to start as an assistant in the shop with his uncle. Only shortly after that Fred decided to leave and live with some men he could share his hobbies. Now Julian was the owner of the barbershop. Between regular male customers many little sweet hot boys enjoyed being cut (or have their head cuddled) by this handsome 20 year old stud. Some of them stacked around in the barbershop all afternoon. Enjoying the magazines, the cartoons, games on the p.c., the pool table and other goodies uncle Fred always had in stock for customers. Whenever Julian could get a hold of posters with glamorous cut young boys he would hang them around in the shop. He noticed that a lot of the little boys paid special attention to them and even asked to be cut that special way. One of this hot little clients was 9 year old Marco. He want to look like Troy Silvan's, his poster was the biggest in the shop. During earlier visits Julian already enjoyed the little boy by pushing his rod against the back of the boy during the cutting. Now he had decided to explore more of the needs of the little cute fellow. So when the boy came for another haircut, -it seemed much earlier then Necessary- Julian told the boy that he had no time that afternoon. To many appointments were made that day. But he was willing to cut his little friend after closing time. It didn't disappointed Marco at all; his little smile showed that he expected then a more exclusive treatment. Of course he didn't realise the entire real treat, but some things in his body did stir up already. His single working mother at home, didn't took much notice of her little son, chasing new men all the time to please herself. The boy left happy with an unknown, warm feeling full expectations! Julian quickly worked on all the customers; if possible he would close sooner as usual. Just another little blond, Matthew, did get a longer, special hair treat. Again Julian's rod got more and more excited and found his way in the back of the barber seat. The hot blond boy giggled when Julian played teasingly his ears, tickled his neck and blew the left over hairs from it. Doing that, he even managed, unseen, to place a little kiss on that adorable thin neck of the now aroused kid. `Wouldn't it be lovely to combine this hottie later with Marco when I have started mine new barberboyzzclub?' his mind concluded. When Matthew left the shop, warmly guided by Julian, Marco was just arriving and the two boys did greet each other. When Matthew asked why Marco was coming at closing time, the answer was that `a special treat' for Marco was the reason. `That's how hot kids are made curious' Julian thought. `I'm glad you could make it this time Marco,' Julian welcomed his expected little lover, `I will have all the time to make a star of you!' Marco grinned and walked towards a barber chair. `Marco, why don't you come to my special room for star clients! ' Julian asked the little boy. He softly led him to a room on the first floor of the shop. A room without windows, but with just one chair bigger and more luxurious then the normal ones. A room with a fridge, huge TV screen, pc and many posters of famous boys. Special for this occasion big posters of Troy were added by Julian. Posters he had changed with some photo shop tricks: pants looked a little open, a bulge was slightly added. Marco sat in the chair and Julian was ready to start his work. But first he showed different hair styles on the boy, cuddling the lovely face and neck in the mean time. Marco giggled at each model, looking at all sides in the three sided mirrors. The little room was rather hot; when Marco complained about it Julian simply reacted by telling to take his shirt off. `Nobody will see you here; I always do it to when I'm hot' Marco didn't hesitate and took it off. Time again to restore the latest hair style, but now Julian managed to lower his busy hands over the bare shoulders. The little boy shiffered, being touched by the loving hands. `Are you cold or hot?' teasingly Julian asked him, `I can give you a massage, if you're cold!' `You should take your shirt off too, please do it,' the little boy asked his new friend. Julian didn't hesitated and soon two half bare boys enjoyed the view of their new outlook. One with a tiny smooth chest and another stud with an also smooth but very athletic chest. Slowly Julian lowered the barber seat so that Marco's head ended up close to his lid. While Marco almost lay flat in the chair Julian's hands travelled from head to his belly and back. Each time his fingers played a little longer at the boys waistband. Each time a small bulge showed live during that treatment. `I'm not speeding this game' Julian considered, `I'll try to make him hot as hell over a long period' `You like the massage?' he asked the boy, `say stop if you don't want more, please!' But the boy just sighted and softly said: `Please, don't stop now' Julian took a chair behind the boy and took the now the little almost limb boy into his lap. His lid welcomed the boy's weight with restraint and pleasure. Now his hands could travel farther down. Not inside the pants, but cuddling his but was the new massage. The boy now was wiggling, it was clear he had problems in keeping his lust quiet. `If you're still hot, you can take your pants off too. I'm always interested to see, what boy's favourite underpants are!' `Can't we see movie,` Marco suddenly asked, getting out of the chair. Walking towards the screen he dropped his pants and shifted something. His underpants were of cheap quality and old, much too small for the boy and his swollen lid. He folded himself in the long bench and tried to keep his lid hidden between his knees. Julian sat beside him and reassured the kid that a swollen lid is part of growing up and part of the best fun. `With a beautiful boy as you besides me, my lid tries to escape too, you know!' The boy, like all modern boys aware of all kind of `amusement', looked surprised at his friend. Friends at school had often spoken of hot adventures they once had with all kind of studs and whores, but he never believed them. `You like me so much?' was all he could say, `can I see it?' `Only if you really want it and promise me to keep our friendship games a secret!' The boy hastened to say: `Sure I will, I will never tell anyone of our special friendship!' Thus Julian lowered also his pants, underpants he never wore, and his proud lid showed his affection for the boy. `That's how much he thinks you are so beautiful' Julian laughed. Marco didn't hesitate to lower his little last piece of textile and proudly showed his 5 cm stiff prick. `That's how much he loves you, may I touch yours?' At once the boy didn't show anymore hesitation and touching his friends new toy he also pushed himself in Julian's embracement. It didn't last long when Julian's kisses travelled towards the boys lips and slowly the boy opened them for his first lovers play with tongues. Now Julian's hands reached the boys lid and started slowly masturbating it. This lesson was soon followed by his pupil on his own lid. With both handling the pricks they lowered themselves on the bench. With Marco on top of him, Julian moved his hands al over the body, exploring the boy but, biting the boy's nipples, bringing the poor lad almost to an explosion. To give Marco the best feeling on his first boy cum he decided to suck the little boy. He folded the boy in between him and sucked the little boy's prick. Marco never felt such things ever before and started moaning and yelling to this new experience. It was only seconds later that the first dry cum came. The almost limp boy on top again Julian buried his face in the boys hair, and smelled the boyish sent he liked best. His lid enjoyed himself between the boys clamping legs. And only half a minute later the boy gasped: `that was so great, I wanna do it again!' Julian didn't waste time starting his play again; he let his tongue travel the little boyhole, making the boy even more wild. His tongue moved from there to the boys sack. Then he took the half hard lid again in his mouth. Now the little boy shifted under him and very gentle licked Julian's lid too. `It taste salty,' Marco said, `is that your cum?' `No mine cum will come later, it is only a little beginning, be careful when it comes. You must be sure you like it to have it in your mouth!' The little boy started with very small sucks on the tip of Julian's lid. This way was a new treat for Julian: never had somebody doing it so softly, delicate and careful. Julian couldn't resist this treatment much longer and told the boy to stop. But the little rascal knew something was going to happen and put all his energy in this new game. Not much later his face and mouth were covered with one of Julian's greatest shots! The two lovers spent the next hour enjoying their first encounter with warm cuddles and kisses. Probably Marco had some more dry cums that hour. But it all finished with a shower and the haircut at last. But you can expect the Julian didn't cut that much! His little friend has to come for another haircut as soon as possible1 Do you want to know when Matthew comes to join the happy couple? Write your comments and wishes for the next episode to [email protected] </pre> </div></div>
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Date: Mon, 2 Dec 2019 15:52:44 -0500 From: [email protected] Subject: Shaq's Boys 3 Shaquille Oneal's son, Shaqir was beyond excited. His dad was taking him to the 2019 All-Star weekend. He was over the moon because his crush, Dwayne Wade's son, Zaire, was going to be there. He was so excited; he could barely contain himself. By the time they had gotten to their hotel, Shaqir was going crazy. "Would you relax, Qir (short for Shaqir)?" Shaq said. He knew exactly who he was waiting to see. "Where is he?" Shaqir asked. "Boy, if you don't calm down..." Shaq threatened. Shaqir was trying to calm down but, he was too excited. They went to the front desk to check in. As Shaq signed them in, Shaqir looked all over the lobby. Then Shaqir saw Dwayne Wade walk into the lobby. He walked up to the front desk and looked at Shaq. "Hey, man." He said to Shaq. Before Shaq could answer, Shaqir cut him off. "Is Zaire here?" He asked. Dwayne chuckled and said, "Yea, he's here. He's just getting some stuff from the car." "He's been looking for your son ever since we got here." Shaq said, shaking his head. "I have not!" Shaqir objected. He didn't want to seem to anxious. "What have I told you about lying, young man?" Shaq asked sternly. Before Shaqir could answer him, Zaire walked into the lobby! Shaqir looked at Zaire and grinned from ear to ear. "Damn, this dude is fine as fuck!" He thought to himself. Zaire was dressed in all black, which was Shaqir's favorite colors. "Hey, man." Zaire said. All Shaqir could do was grin his head off. "Didn't you hear him, man?" Shaq asked his son, poking him in his rib. "Um, y-yea, I heard him." Shaqir stammered. "Zaire, he couldn't wait to see you." Shaq said. "Dad!" Shaqir said sharply. He wished he hadn't told his dad about his crush on Zaire. He was so embarrassed and wanted to run away as fast as he could. The thing was, Zaire already knew he had a crush on him. I mean, it was so obvious. Even Zaire's dad knew about Shaqir's crush on his son. "Don't mind them." Zaire said. He put his hand over Shaqir's. That made Shaqir feel a whole lot better. "Let's go to one of the practice courts and shoot some hoops." The two boys took off while their parents got their stuff and settled them into their hotel rooms. Zaire and Shaqir found a court that was away from all the crowds that were at the All-Star weekend. "Let's play some one-on-one." Zaire suggested. "We'll play to twenty-one." The two boys played all out. There was a lot of pushing and shoving. Even some "interesting" fouls that weren't called. At one point, Zaire squeezed Shaqir's butt as Shaqir backd him down in the paint. Another time, Zaire "Accidently" grabbed Shaqir's package as he went for the ball. "Sorry about that, man." By the time they were through, Shaqir's dick was hard as a rock and poking out of his shorts! "Let's play one more game." Zaire suggested. "Let's play Horse...with a twist." "What kind of twist?" Shaqir asked nervously. "Nothing too big." Zaire said innocently. "Instead of getting a letter, when you miss, in this game, you lose a piece of clothing." "Are you crazy!" Shaqir exclaimed. "No way!" Are you scared?" Zaire asked. "What if someone comes in here?" Shaqir asked. "Nobody is gonna come in here." Zaire said confidently. "This place is empty. That's why we chose to play here, remember?" "I don't know, man." Shaqir said. "This sounds all kinds of risky." "Chicken!" Zaire taunted. "I am not chicken!" He shouted back. "Alright, you're on!" As the game began, Shaqir was determined to win. He had studied the shots that Zaire took and the ones he took but, didn't make. He decided to practice those shots just in case he could use them in games. So, the game began. Shaqir had the ball first. He tried a trick shot which Zaire couldn't duplicate. "Take that shirt off." He ordered. Zaire removed his shirt, revealing his toned upper body, glistening with sweat. When he saw Zaire's chest, Shaqir gasped. Then he licked his lips. "Lord Jesus! That is one fine negro!" He thought to himself. Now, his dick was really stirring. Unfortunately, that was the first and last bit of clothing he'd get off Zaire. Zaire put on a trick shot clinic after that. Slowly but surely, Zaire managed to get Shaqir out of ALL of his clothes...And, it only took a half an hour to do it! Shaqir covered his dick and balls in embarrassment. Zaire circled around Shaqir, getting a real good look at his butt. "Damn, you got a real nice butt, Shaqir." He said as he slapped Shaqir's ass. Shaqir jumped and turned around to face Zaire. The look of shock on his face was hilarious. "I can't believe you did that!" Shaqir said. "Move them hands." Zaire said. Shaqir kept his hands where they were. "Move them hands or, I'm gonna do it again. Shaqir slowly moved his hands from his crotch. His dick was rock hard and at full attention. "I think you liked it when I smacked that ass...At least, your dick liked it." Zaire reached out and grabbed Shaqir's ass. This time, Shaqir just stood there. "This ass is so nice and soft." Zaire said. Shaqir didn't exactly know what to do with himself. This was all new and exciting. As he fondled Shaqir's booty, Zaire slid his own pants and underwear down around his ankles. "Why don't you reach back here and stroke my dick for me." Shaqir looked back and saw Zaire's dick. His eyes bugged out of his head. "That thing is huge!" Shaqir exclaimed. "...And, it's not even hard..." Zaire said. "Yet." "Why don't you get on your knees and put this dick in your mouth." Zaire said. Shaqir turned to face him. At first, he didn't move. Then Zaire put his hands on Shaqir's shoulders and forced him to his knees. "Open that mouth, man." Shaqir opened his mouth and Zaire slid his dick into his mouth. Shaqir sucked on Zaire's dick like an ice cream cone. "Oooh, man, that feels so good!" Zaire could feel his legs starting to buckle from the pleasure so, he looked around for somewhere to sit. Lucily for him, the bleachers were out. "Let's go over there." Shaqir got up and followed him over to the bleachers. Before he sat down, Zaire quickly stripped out of all his clothes. When he saw him totally naked, Shaqir said, "I wanna lick you from your head to your toes!" At first, Zaire thought Shaqir was joking. Then he looked into his eyes and realized that he was dead serious! "Alright, then." He said. "But, you'll have to start from my toes and work your way up." Shaqir grabbed Zaire's left foot and started licking the soles of his foot. "MMmm, that feels great! Fuck!" Shaqir licked Zaire's foot until it was slick and wet with his spit. Zaire wiggled his toes at Shaqir. "Don't forget to suck on these, man." "I'd never forget those sexy digits." Shaqir said. He opened his mouth and let Zaire stick his toes in his mouth. He lucked on each of Zaire's toes, starting with his big toe. As Shaqir sucked his toes Zaire slowly stroked his dick. "Damn, nigga! You must have majored in toe sucking 101." Zaire said. "This feels great!" "Naw, man." Shaqir said. "I took a master class!" As he sucked on one foot, Shaqir gently massaged the other foot. "Oooh, shit! Damn! Mmmm!" Zaire moaned. "Man, you just don't know how good this feels!" "Damn, you got some really big feet." Shaqir said. "That's not the only thing that's big on me, man." Zaire said. Shaqir smiled at that. He couldn't wait to find out what else was big on Zaire Wade. So, Shaqir continued sucking on Zaire's feet, switching to the other foot. "FFUUCCKK!" Zaire had never felt this kinda foreplay before. This shit was beyond hot. This shit was out of this damn world! Shaqir's tongue worked its way up Zaire's toned legs. As he hit Zaire's waist, Zaire shivered. "Shit, man. That tongue is fuckin' lethal!" Zaire moaned. "Damn!" Shaqir continued to lick around Zaire's waist, making Zaire's dick bounce up and down. "See what you done did?" Shaqir looked at Zaire's long dick. "You're gonna have to fix that." "What if I refuse?" Shaqir asked. "Then, you ain't getting out of here." Zaire said. "Is that so?" Shaqir asked. "Yep!" Zaire said. "I guess I'd better get to it then." Shaqir said. He opened his mouth as wide as he could and took in Zaire's dick. Zaire smiled and said, patting Shaqir on the head, "Good boy!" Shaqir used his long tongue, licking up and down on the shaft. "Oooh, shit!" Zaire moaned. "Oooweee!" Every time Shaqir licked his dick, Zaire's body shivered. Waves of pleasure washed over him. "Mmmmm!" Zaire leaned back and closed his eyes as Shaqir continued to suck his dick. Then, suddenly, Shaqir began to hum with Zaire's dick still in his mouth. "OH FUCK!" That shit caught him off guard. "God damn, my nigga! What the fuck?" Zaire had never felt anything like this before. "What kind of crazy is this?" "It's something special I learned from my dad." Shaqir admitted. "Then, I need to thank him." Zaire said, smiling. "Cause my dick hasn't been happier!" Shaqir continued to suck on Zaire's dick. Meanwhile, Zaire licked his middle finger and thumb and started playing with his tender nipples, pinching and caressing them roughly. "FUCK!" He could not believe how good his body felt. "I think it's time I bust that ass wide open!" Shaqir was grinning from ear to ear. He was about to get fucked by his crush. "Get on the floor, on your back." Zaire said. "With your legs in the air." Shaqir assumed the position and Zaire slid his dick up his asshole. Immediately, Shaqir felt the length and thickness of Zaire's big fat dick. "FUCK, NIGGA!" He cried out. "You feel all that dick up inside you?" Zaire asked. "Hell, yeah!" Shaqir said. Zaire slammed his dick in and out of Shaqir's tight hole. "Damn, this hole is tight as fuck!" Zaire said, smiling down at Shaqir. "MMMMM!" Shaqir moaned. "GOD DAMN!" Shaqir could feel Zaire's dick all up in his guts! "How's that even fucking possible?" He thought to himself. "I mean, DAMN!" As Zaire fucked Shaqir, he bent down and nibbled on his neck. "Fuck!" Shaqir moaned. Then Zaire passionately kissed Shaqir's lips, which knocked Shaqir for a loop. "Mmmm!" Shaqir's body trembled with every thrust of Zaire's dick. "Ahhhh! Ooooh!" Then, suddenly, Zaire pulled out. Before he could protest, Zaire said, "You need to ride this dick." So, he and Shaqir switched positions, with him lying on the ground and Shaqir getting on top. Shaqir knew that this was gonna be the ride of his life! As soon as Shaqir straddled Zaire's body, sliding himself down on his dick, his eyes bugged out of his head. "OH FUCKIN' SHIT!" Shaqir roared. He felt like he was being impaled. He could swear that Zaire's dick was all the way up into his damn ribs! "Fuck, my nigga!" He bounced up and down on the dick like a pogo stick. "God damn!" "Damn, this hole is so fuckin' tight...." Zaire said. "...and wet!" Shaqir's ass was the tightest, wettest thing Zaire had been in for months! "Shit!" Meanwhile as he continued to bounce up and down on Zaire's monster dick, he began to slowly stroke his dick. "Oooowweeee!" As he fucked Shaqir's asshole, Zaire felt his balls tighten. He grabbed Shaqir by the waist and bounced him faster and harder on his dick. "Shit!" Shaqir exclaimed, his eyes bulging out of his head. Then, it just got to be too much. He tried to get up off Zaire's dick. Zaire wasn't having none of it, though. He grabbed Shaqir's wrists and locked him into position. He violently bounced Shaqir on his dick. "OOOH! MMMM!" Shaqir moaned. "FFUUCCKK!" He felt like someone had just shoved the Washington monument up his ass. "GOD DAMN!" "You like that, Shaqir?" Zaire asked, taunting Shaqir. "MMMMM!" Shaqir moaned. Zaire bounced Shaqir harder on his dick. "THIS DICK BIG!" Shaqir stopped struggling as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him. "You like this big dick, Shaqir?" Zaire asked. "MMMM, YESSS!" Shaqir hissed, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Then, suddenly, without warning, his dick got hard. Then he shot his load, hands free. His load landed on Zaire's face. Suddenly, Shaqir passed out. "I'm gonna get you for that!" Zaire said. He pushed Shaqir off his and stood over him. Then he stroked his dick furiously. "AWWWW, FFUUCCKK!" Zaire's dick spewed cum like a M-16. Several of his loads landed on Shaqir's face. Then decided to have fun with Shaqir. He got his phone out and took several pics of his naked body. He made sure to take pics of Shaqir's fine ass. Then he got dressed. When he was done, he looked around. He saw Shaqir's clothes and shoes. He decided to take them as he walked off the court. "See you later, Shaqir." He said as he left. "I hope you find your way back to your hotel room." He laughed evilly as he left. Zaire found Shaq and handed him his son's clothes. "These are Shaqir's." He said, handing the clothes over. Shaqir looked at the clothes. When it dawned on him that his son was butt naked, somewhere, Shaq laughed his head off. "Damn, man. That's cold!" Shaq said. "I love it!" The End
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Mon, 2 Dec 2019 15:52:44 -0500 From: [email protected] Subject: Shaq's Boys 3 Shaquille Oneal's son, Shaqir was beyond excited. His dad was taking him to the 2019 All-Star weekend. He was over the moon because his crush, Dwayne Wade's son, Zaire, was going to be there. He was so excited; he could barely contain himself. By the time they had gotten to their hotel, Shaqir was going crazy. "Would you relax, Qir (short for Shaqir)?" Shaq said. He knew exactly who he was waiting to see. "Where is he?" Shaqir asked. "Boy, if you don't calm down..." Shaq threatened. Shaqir was trying to calm down but, he was too excited. They went to the front desk to check in. As Shaq signed them in, Shaqir looked all over the lobby. Then Shaqir saw Dwayne Wade walk into the lobby. He walked up to the front desk and looked at Shaq. "Hey, man." He said to Shaq. Before Shaq could answer, Shaqir cut him off. "Is Zaire here?" He asked. Dwayne chuckled and said, "Yea, he's here. He's just getting some stuff from the car." "He's been looking for your son ever since we got here." Shaq said, shaking his head. "I have not!" Shaqir objected. He didn't want to seem to anxious. "What have I told you about lying, young man?" Shaq asked sternly. Before Shaqir could answer him, Zaire walked into the lobby! Shaqir looked at Zaire and grinned from ear to ear. "Damn, this dude is fine as fuck!" He thought to himself. Zaire was dressed in all black, which was Shaqir's favorite colors. "Hey, man." Zaire said. All Shaqir could do was grin his head off. "Didn't you hear him, man?" Shaq asked his son, poking him in his rib. "Um, y-yea, I heard him." Shaqir stammered. "Zaire, he couldn't wait to see you." Shaq said. "Dad!" Shaqir said sharply. He wished he hadn't told his dad about his crush on Zaire. He was so embarrassed and wanted to run away as fast as he could. The thing was, Zaire already knew he had a crush on him. I mean, it was so obvious. Even Zaire's dad knew about Shaqir's crush on his son. "Don't mind them." Zaire said. He put his hand over Shaqir's. That made Shaqir feel a whole lot better. "Let's go to one of the practice courts and shoot some hoops." The two boys took off while their parents got their stuff and settled them into their hotel rooms. Zaire and Shaqir found a court that was away from all the crowds that were at the All-Star weekend. "Let's play some one-on-one." Zaire suggested. "We'll play to twenty-one." The two boys played all out. There was a lot of pushing and shoving. Even some "interesting" fouls that weren't called. At one point, Zaire squeezed Shaqir's butt as Shaqir backd him down in the paint. Another time, Zaire "Accidently" grabbed Shaqir's package as he went for the ball. "Sorry about that, man." By the time they were through, Shaqir's dick was hard as a rock and poking out of his shorts! "Let's play one more game." Zaire suggested. "Let's play Horse...with a twist." "What kind of twist?" Shaqir asked nervously. "Nothing too big." Zaire said innocently. "Instead of getting a letter, when you miss, in this game, you lose a piece of clothing." "Are you crazy!" Shaqir exclaimed. "No way!" Are you scared?" Zaire asked. "What if someone comes in here?" Shaqir asked. "Nobody is gonna come in here." Zaire said confidently. "This place is empty. That's why we chose to play here, remember?" "I don't know, man." Shaqir said. "This sounds all kinds of risky." "Chicken!" Zaire taunted. "I am not chicken!" He shouted back. "Alright, you're on!" As the game began, Shaqir was determined to win. He had studied the shots that Zaire took and the ones he took but, didn't make. He decided to practice those shots just in case he could use them in games. So, the game began. Shaqir had the ball first. He tried a trick shot which Zaire couldn't duplicate. "Take that shirt off." He ordered. Zaire removed his shirt, revealing his toned upper body, glistening with sweat. When he saw Zaire's chest, Shaqir gasped. Then he licked his lips. "Lord Jesus! That is one fine negro!" He thought to himself. Now, his dick was really stirring. Unfortunately, that was the first and last bit of clothing he'd get off Zaire. Zaire put on a trick shot clinic after that. Slowly but surely, Zaire managed to get Shaqir out of ALL of his clothes...And, it only took a half an hour to do it! Shaqir covered his dick and balls in embarrassment. Zaire circled around Shaqir, getting a real good look at his butt. "Damn, you got a real nice butt, Shaqir." He said as he slapped Shaqir's ass. Shaqir jumped and turned around to face Zaire. The look of shock on his face was hilarious. "I can't believe you did that!" Shaqir said. "Move them hands." Zaire said. Shaqir kept his hands where they were. "Move them hands or, I'm gonna do it again. Shaqir slowly moved his hands from his crotch. His dick was rock hard and at full attention. "I think you liked it when I smacked that ass...At least, your dick liked it." Zaire reached out and grabbed Shaqir's ass. This time, Shaqir just stood there. "This ass is so nice and soft." Zaire said. Shaqir didn't exactly know what to do with himself. This was all new and exciting. As he fondled Shaqir's booty, Zaire slid his own pants and underwear down around his ankles. "Why don't you reach back here and stroke my dick for me." Shaqir looked back and saw Zaire's dick. His eyes bugged out of his head. "That thing is huge!" Shaqir exclaimed. "...And, it's not even hard..." Zaire said. "Yet." "Why don't you get on your knees and put this dick in your mouth." Zaire said. Shaqir turned to face him. At first, he didn't move. Then Zaire put his hands on Shaqir's shoulders and forced him to his knees. "Open that mouth, man." Shaqir opened his mouth and Zaire slid his dick into his mouth. Shaqir sucked on Zaire's dick like an ice cream cone. "Oooh, man, that feels so good!" Zaire could feel his legs starting to buckle from the pleasure so, he looked around for somewhere to sit. Lucily for him, the bleachers were out. "Let's go over there." Shaqir got up and followed him over to the bleachers. Before he sat down, Zaire quickly stripped out of all his clothes. When he saw him totally naked, Shaqir said, "I wanna lick you from your head to your toes!" At first, Zaire thought Shaqir was joking. Then he looked into his eyes and realized that he was dead serious! "Alright, then." He said. "But, you'll have to start from my toes and work your way up." Shaqir grabbed Zaire's left foot and started licking the soles of his foot. "MMmm, that feels great! Fuck!" Shaqir licked Zaire's foot until it was slick and wet with his spit. Zaire wiggled his toes at Shaqir. "Don't forget to suck on these, man." "I'd never forget those sexy digits." Shaqir said. He opened his mouth and let Zaire stick his toes in his mouth. He lucked on each of Zaire's toes, starting with his big toe. As Shaqir sucked his toes Zaire slowly stroked his dick. "Damn, nigga! You must have majored in toe sucking 101." Zaire said. "This feels great!" "Naw, man." Shaqir said. "I took a master class!" As he sucked on one foot, Shaqir gently massaged the other foot. "Oooh, shit! Damn! Mmmm!" Zaire moaned. "Man, you just don't know how good this feels!" "Damn, you got some really big feet." Shaqir said. "That's not the only thing that's big on me, man." Zaire said. Shaqir smiled at that. He couldn't wait to find out what else was big on Zaire Wade. So, Shaqir continued sucking on Zaire's feet, switching to the other foot. "FFUUCCKK!" Zaire had never felt this kinda foreplay before. This shit was beyond hot. This shit was out of this damn world! Shaqir's tongue worked its way up Zaire's toned legs. As he hit Zaire's waist, Zaire shivered. "Shit, man. That tongue is fuckin' lethal!" Zaire moaned. "Damn!" Shaqir continued to lick around Zaire's waist, making Zaire's dick bounce up and down. "See what you done did?" Shaqir looked at Zaire's long dick. "You're gonna have to fix that." "What if I refuse?" Shaqir asked. "Then, you ain't getting out of here." Zaire said. "Is that so?" Shaqir asked. "Yep!" Zaire said. "I guess I'd better get to it then." Shaqir said. He opened his mouth as wide as he could and took in Zaire's dick. Zaire smiled and said, patting Shaqir on the head, "Good boy!" Shaqir used his long tongue, licking up and down on the shaft. "Oooh, shit!" Zaire moaned. "Oooweee!" Every time Shaqir licked his dick, Zaire's body shivered. Waves of pleasure washed over him. "Mmmmm!" Zaire leaned back and closed his eyes as Shaqir continued to suck his dick. Then, suddenly, Shaqir began to hum with Zaire's dick still in his mouth. "OH FUCK!" That shit caught him off guard. "God damn, my nigga! What the fuck?" Zaire had never felt anything like this before. "What kind of crazy is this?" "It's something special I learned from my dad." Shaqir admitted. "Then, I need to thank him." Zaire said, smiling. "Cause my dick hasn't been happier!" Shaqir continued to suck on Zaire's dick. Meanwhile, Zaire licked his middle finger and thumb and started playing with his tender nipples, pinching and caressing them roughly. "FUCK!" He could not believe how good his body felt. "I think it's time I bust that ass wide open!" Shaqir was grinning from ear to ear. He was about to get fucked by his crush. "Get on the floor, on your back." Zaire said. "With your legs in the air." Shaqir assumed the position and Zaire slid his dick up his asshole. Immediately, Shaqir felt the length and thickness of Zaire's big fat dick. "FUCK, NIGGA!" He cried out. "You feel all that dick up inside you?" Zaire asked. "Hell, yeah!" Shaqir said. Zaire slammed his dick in and out of Shaqir's tight hole. "Damn, this hole is tight as fuck!" Zaire said, smiling down at Shaqir. "MMMMM!" Shaqir moaned. "GOD DAMN!" Shaqir could feel Zaire's dick all up in his guts! "How's that even fucking possible?" He thought to himself. "I mean, DAMN!" As Zaire fucked Shaqir, he bent down and nibbled on his neck. "Fuck!" Shaqir moaned. Then Zaire passionately kissed Shaqir's lips, which knocked Shaqir for a loop. "Mmmm!" Shaqir's body trembled with every thrust of Zaire's dick. "Ahhhh! Ooooh!" Then, suddenly, Zaire pulled out. Before he could protest, Zaire said, "You need to ride this dick." So, he and Shaqir switched positions, with him lying on the ground and Shaqir getting on top. Shaqir knew that this was gonna be the ride of his life! As soon as Shaqir straddled Zaire's body, sliding himself down on his dick, his eyes bugged out of his head. "OH FUCKIN' SHIT!" Shaqir roared. He felt like he was being impaled. He could swear that Zaire's dick was all the way up into his damn ribs! "Fuck, my nigga!" He bounced up and down on the dick like a pogo stick. "God damn!" "Damn, this hole is so fuckin' tight...." Zaire said. "...and wet!" Shaqir's ass was the tightest, wettest thing Zaire had been in for months! "Shit!" Meanwhile as he continued to bounce up and down on Zaire's monster dick, he began to slowly stroke his dick. "Oooowweeee!" As he fucked Shaqir's asshole, Zaire felt his balls tighten. He grabbed Shaqir by the waist and bounced him faster and harder on his dick. "Shit!" Shaqir exclaimed, his eyes bulging out of his head. Then, it just got to be too much. He tried to get up off Zaire's dick. Zaire wasn't having none of it, though. He grabbed Shaqir's wrists and locked him into position. He violently bounced Shaqir on his dick. "OOOH! MMMM!" Shaqir moaned. "FFUUCCKK!" He felt like someone had just shoved the Washington monument up his ass. "GOD DAMN!" "You like that, Shaqir?" Zaire asked, taunting Shaqir. "MMMMM!" Shaqir moaned. Zaire bounced Shaqir harder on his dick. "THIS DICK BIG!" Shaqir stopped struggling as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him. "You like this big dick, Shaqir?" Zaire asked. "MMMM, YESSS!" Shaqir hissed, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Then, suddenly, without warning, his dick got hard. Then he shot his load, hands free. His load landed on Zaire's face. Suddenly, Shaqir passed out. "I'm gonna get you for that!" Zaire said. He pushed Shaqir off his and stood over him. Then he stroked his dick furiously. "AWWWW, FFUUCCKK!" Zaire's dick spewed cum like a M-16. Several of his loads landed on Shaqir's face. Then decided to have fun with Shaqir. He got his phone out and took several pics of his naked body. He made sure to take pics of Shaqir's fine ass. Then he got dressed. When he was done, he looked around. He saw Shaqir's clothes and shoes. He decided to take them as he walked off the court. "See you later, Shaqir." He said as he left. "I hope you find your way back to your hotel room." He laughed evilly as he left. Zaire found Shaq and handed him his son's clothes. "These are Shaqir's." He said, handing the clothes over. Shaqir looked at the clothes. When it dawned on him that his son was butt naked, somewhere, Shaq laughed his head off. "Damn, man. That's cold!" Shaq said. "I love it!" The End </div></div>
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Date: Fri, 21 Jan 2005 17:47:28 +0000 (GMT) From: Chaim Subject: Jamie's hair affair (part 1) Jamie's hair affair. (Part One) Story by Kick Barber [email protected] or Chaim at [email protected] (t/b, oral, underwear) We are Dutch and did our best. Special thanks to my friend Chaim who helped me a lot with this story. Legal things are a personal matter. Respect the copyright and this is for 16+ only. Comments and suggestions are always very welcome at: [email protected] (I will answer them all!) If you have pictures of the main characters of this story you are very welcome! ------------------- Jamie's hair affair ------------------- Nine year old Jamie was a most gorgeous tiny built boy. Amazing great dark eyes and dark, beautiful hair engulfed all sides of his head ending with a delicate curls down his slender neck. When he walked by this hair was dancing around his angel face and he loved to push and strike his hands through it so he looked even more exciting with his boyish look. Although very good looking Jamie was a shy boy at school. He wasn't very keen on the wild games his classmates used to play, which could ruin his clothes and mess his dark hair, neither was he a good soccer player so he was never asked to participate. Jamie looked silently at other boys with great envy. Especially the boys of grade 7 were very popular because of their right kind of clothes, shoes and above all: their hair, always according the latest fashion, shaped with a lot of gel. He wanted so much to look like the older boys with their sharp cloth and gelled hair. But his mother, so in love with the classic shaped head of her 9 year old refused to let him use any gel and liked to dress her little darling in as the models from the Calvin Klein brochures. It was Richard he admired most. His blond strong wavy hair was styled every day different thanks to the gel and often you could catch him striking his hands through his hair. During the breaks Jamie would stand outside trying to get close to Richard and stare at him. His eyes followed his idol in all his movements and were mostly fixed at the head with its golden crown. Richard had noticed the little angel's admiration for him and felt honoured by all that attention of the sweet little boy. Sometimes Richard talked to Jamie as an elderly brother concerned about his little brother. After school Jamie always went to his room and look in the mirror. He then tried to comb his hair like Richard in that variations he had seen that day. He wished Richard would be with him to help and learn him to comb his hair like that. He wanted also to have gel to make it look like as the cute boys in grade 7 and 8. When Jamie was playing with his hair like that he noticed often a funny, but pretty feeling in his tummy and even sometimes he stroke his little penis who reacted always rather jumpy when he was performing his hairdo hobby. Every once in a while Jamie met the older boys in the swimming pool. Before closing the swimming pool he always tried to get together with one of the older boys in the same changing box. Since so many boys had to change at once after the final whistle so it was not strange for the boys to get together in one cabin, always with loud giggling. If Richard was there too he felt he had to protect Jamie, so their getting together was almost without saying, although other boys tried to be one of Richard's favourite too. On a glorious day they met in a cabin again at the end of a swimming session. Richard used to take his swim trunk off, dried himself and then he always liked to put fresh gel in his hair, not concerning his naked body at all. So Richard stood there, an athletic slender young boy stood there fingering his hair with the fresh gel. This sight Jamie always enjoyed most. This time he was so glazing at his friend that he forgot to start his own "make up." Richard told him to get started before they were kicked out the swimming pool not completely dressed. He felt sorry for Jamie knowing that his mother wasn't very keen on having their son `gelled' and offered him often to have a load of gel out of his huge jar. Being so late Richard now even proposed to Jamie to put the gel in his hair to make him hurry to get ready. Jamie agreed hastily, afraid that Richard might change his mind. Richard laughed about Jamie's quick response, thinking the boy was starving without gel. While putting the gel in Jamie's hair he automatically couldn't resist to make forms in the dark flock of the angelic willing hair of his small friend. In reaction Jamie sank down and sat on the bench, almost totally paralysed when his dream came true at last and let Richard do his thing. Richard sensed a strange warm feeling in fondling his little friends hair and worked on quite a while enjoying that feeling and took time experimenting with styles. After a while he sighed, not wanting to stop but said, "Now look in the mirror." Jamie got up and stared in the mirror to see his head crowned with the newest style of spikes pointed to the middle and strong finger made stripes aside. He still couldn't believe the treat he just had and could only gutter his admiration for what happened. Also he felt his little dick reacting strongly like at home and blushed, being afraid to get remarks from his friend about this strange reaction. Richard wasn't aware yet what happened down under and wasn't even sure if his small friend liked his action. Now unsure by the strange feeling growing into him he asked full hesitation, "Do you like it, or would you rather like to do my hair?" Jamie nodded enthusiast and came closer to his friend who had to sit down now, to make it possible for his little friend to lay his hands on his hair. Jamie saw now this blond strong wavy hair right under his nose and when he smelled that special boys hair perfume he almost fainted. Sitting Richard noticed the little rod pointing right at his face. Being with even older boys for many times he wasn't surprised at the look of it and said to his little friend, "Wow, you got a great thing growing man, I got friends in my class who are glad if their size is half of yours!" Jamie immediately felt this reassuring remark as a sign not to be ashamed. Proudly he started putting more gel in his big friends godly hair. By touching, pushing, finger combing his idol's golden top he forget all his shyness and created his favourite models as far as he could. Touched by the little boys stroking fingers also Richards started to react with shivers down his spine caused by the feeling of the little fingers in his hair, neck and ears. His cock couldn't resist that feeling and did the same as the rod in front of his face. Trembling he grabbed his little friends buttocks to draw it closer so that their cocks now touched each other at legs and face and Richard gave a deep sigh. Jamie still couldn't stop fondling his big friends hair and pushed himself also closer to enjoy the feeling of their naked bodies. Richard lips touched the little tight tummy of Jamie and he couldn't resist to kiss the soft silk skin when he buried his face in it. Jamie stretched himself to give room for this enormous pleasure and he couldn't resist a strong boyish dry ejaculation. It came as usual with wild twisting hips. Being used to this subtraction in his belly after stroking his dick he never experienced such great movement and feeling before. Richard struggled to keep his face on the belly and realised that his little friend was trigged by him touching and kissing the soft skin. He felt proud of caring this way! The giggling in the other cabins started to slow down and died away suddenly. Richard got frightened, expecting the some boys might have seen this action but realised soon that the boxes were empty now. He had to act now not to be discovered by the swimming pool staff and get himself and little Jamie dressed. They decided to skip their white briefs to make more haste, but both felt it also exciting to close their pants with nothing under it. Jamie followed reluctantly, but he was now totally in the spell of his big friend with whom he just started a new alliance, located far from the common world . Richard dressed himself quickly, helped Jamie as well, touching the small body more intense then he'd done ever before and nervously thought how to prolong this game with his little friend once out the swimming pool. He grinned noticing the little black comb seductive piercing out the pocket on the tight buttocks of his friends and took his comb out of the same place on his back. While being dressed Jamie kept on staring at his friend's hairdo which he had a little mixed up after putting the tight T-shirt over his head. Also Jamie destroyed his hair with the little T-shirt he always took swimming, a very little shirt he liked because it showed his tummy and waistband reading Calvin Klein on his jockey. He was glad to start another hair combing session but Richard quickly combed his and Jamie's hair back to somewhat normal, staring at the tight tiny strong belly of his little friend, still a little trembling after he just had found himself a new treasure. At last they left the boxes. They slipped through the door and went on, not stopping touching each other as if they didn't fit in the rooms they went through. Nobody was to be seen any more and even Fred, that moment the last swimming guard was already dressed up and stood in the staff room slowly combing his hair. The boys saw that the doors were closed already and tried to catch the Fred's attention to have them opened for them. When the guard noticed the boys at last he started to make a angry remark on their late arrival, but only after one word he gasped, staring at the two little godly boys. Two divine boys with that seductive hair somewhat worked on, somewhat hastily combed like so many boys coming out of the pool. Fred walked to them and kept his hands in his own hair. He wanted to prevent he would grab the two heads of the little boys and stroke them. He just made a soft whistle sound to show his approval. Fred said with a big smile on his face, "It's all right boys, take all the time you need next time. For you both, I shall always wait." Jamie nodded, glad not to be punished, but Richard stared with amazement at the athletic figure who always use to bark at them in the pool being so very nice now. It made him to think that making this important man of the pool one of his friends could give a lot of benefits. May be he will let them swim free, or swim when the pool was closed, or let him and Jamie play in the shower or the tubs as long as they want. He had heard from other boys that Fred sometimes let one or two boys stay longer in the swimming pool after everybody had left. To be one his special friends seemed now a great option to be able to spent more time with Jamie. And seeing Fred in his tight jeans with his hair all done gave him another shiver down his spine, making his mind driving crazy with thoughts he couldn't place anymore. "Thank you Fred," he said as the at once friendly man let them out, pushing them out. Stroking their shoulders and neck he closed the pool doors behind them, looking till the boys were out of sight.. Something needed to be readjust in his tight pants. Out on the street Jamie asked his friend, "When will you be swimming again?" "I wish now!" Richard said with a sigh. At once he remembered that he still had some money left from his paper job and thought it a good idea to ask Jamie to have a bite at MacDonald's. Jamie agreed right away, for he didn't to go home since his mother worked till eight. Also Richard -- the youngest at home -- didn't have to hurry since his mother never paid notice what time her sons came home. Their dinner was never fixed, they took food from the fridge and walked down the TV or computer to eat if they were hungry. Wow, Richard thought proudly when he put his arm around Jamie's shoulder, "People will think I'm walking with my little brother being a caring big brother." They walked to his bike and Jamie mounted himself on the back. "Hold tight" Richard shouted, "I drive like crazy and I don't want you to fall off!" But he meant really, "Hold tight and grip firmly my waist with your lovely little arms!" At MacDonald's they saw that there was no place to sit. Without a place they hesitated in ordering when Jamie got a splendid idea. "Why don't we have a take-a-way meal and go to my house?" It was only one block away and they would be on their own there! "I'll call my mother to ask if it is okay, she wants me to do that." As modern times independent boy with a working mother and no father Jamie possessed a mobile phone. So his mother could check upon him and he could inform her where he was in case of changing plans. Of course his mother agreed and the two boys grinned from ear to ear. Both felt the excitement of the purpose of this excuse, being together alone now. They hardly paid attention what to order, a burger and hurried back to the bike. Now Jamie put his hand around his friend even more tight, afraid of losing him and the sack of food. And he couldn't feel the difference of the heat from his friends tights or the food bag! When they arrived at Jamie's home they rushed inside and cuddled themselves in a large soft seat. Even as it was a very big chair, the boys crawled in it as one body.... Watching the television bringing nothing but banging comic figures they ate their food and lost rapidly interest in the pictures on the screen. Instead Jamie couldn't resist to pet his friends hair over and over again. He pushed his nose all in it to smell once more all that boyish perfume. It made him wilder and wilder in this rather uncontrollable state. He shifted himself on his friends lap to sit right across for him. So he could fondle, touch all that loveliness hair across for him. Richard, hardly finished his burger when Jamie started to act wild on his lap, laughed and try to wiggle himself more comfortable since his prick start begging for more room again. He lifted his small friend a little up and unbuttoned his top button so that his prick now could stick up in his pants. It's gloomy red head now even stuck out a little above the zipper leaking young boyish pre cum. Jamie to busy working on his friend hair didn't notice that Richard even tried to explore Jamie's pants to feel if he needed more room for his boy toy too. Feeling the fingers exploring his little toy Jamie groaned in pleasure and said, "Wait! I will take my pants off." Jamie got up quickly, dropped his pants, kicked them off and jumped again on his friends lap. Richard only managed to get his pants down to his knees when his little attacker again landed on his lap. He shifted both pricks brotherly together and started to fondle through Jamie's hair, his neck and ears. Now their pricks started to react more and more and both hips were twisting to give their willing dicks more room and pleasure. Their heads came closer and closer and their shivering bodies got glued to each other. Jamie closed his eyes and tipped his lips in full passion. Richard responded immediately and locked his lips on the boys' waiting lips. Although they'd never kissed, their tongues found their way in a deep long kiss, stretching all muscles in their little bodies. Bewildered with all those new feelings Richard start kissing Jamie's little ears, biting with excitement, licking his neck and cheeks, nibbling his tiny nose. Now Jamie exploded again with many fierce dry ejaculations, his hip and dick moving up and down his friends belly. "Aaaaawgh, aaawgh, aaaaghw," was his song along his second biggest moment of happiness that day. As a weak darling doll he fell down in the arms of his lover and friend. Richard almost on the brink of his ejaculations sighed deep when his little wild partner gave him some release to get his breath again. He shifted forwards so that he was more laying down in the seat with his feet hardly touching the floor now. His little friend followed suit and flattened down on his belly, his legs clamped around the dick of his friend, unaware rolling it teasingly. This was to much for the over and over horny pre teenager and with strong hips movements he pushed his rod up and down the tiny crack between the smooth legs of Jamie, and squirted there a few fresh drops of his hot juice. "Oh, Jamie, my little friend!" Jamie awakened from his doze and looked puzzled at the wet stuff stick to his legs. "Is that yours?" surprised he asked his friend. He noticed it wasn't the usual stuff from peeing, but had never seen of heard of from other stuff in your dick. Richard enjoyed the boys ignorance and felt urge to teach his little friend all about the juice that makes life such a pleasure. His class mates often talked about it and one story was even more strange as the another stories. So he told all he had learned about the magic white stuff. Now sitting on the boy's prick and on Jamie's legs. Eating it made Jamie laugh, but when Richard told that his brother Kevin always boast that he eat often the cum of their 18 year old neighbour boy Boyd, Jamie stacked his finger in it and smelled it. "If you think it is eatable will you try it?" Jamie asked Richard. Richard never tasted cum, but for Jamie he didn't dare to give up his teaching role and he envied Kevin a long time for having his party with glamour boy Boyd and swept his tongue along Jamie's finger. "It tickles," Jamie laughed and pushed his finger in Richard's mouth. Richard almost choked but liked the salty taste of his own cum. "You want more of it? " Jamie asked teasing his friend, thinking his friend didn't like it. "I want it all, its great," was Richard's response. "You're sure?" "Sure! Hurry up, its dripping, soon there isn't much left." Reluctantly Jamie put his fingers in again and just before he was giving it to his friend he stuck his fingers in his own mouth. Whatever it tasted, he groaned and said, "It's delicious!" Jamie wanted to please his new friend. "Of course," Richard said, "it was my present to you!" The last drips were now hastily licked by the boys at each other bodies. The parts were the last cum was sticking. It made them horny again and again Jamie jumped on his friend. "Stop that, my little friend," laughed Richard willingly, "shall we do it with more fun now?" Jamie looked at his friend. "What are you up now, I liked what we did and I want more of your white stuff!" "Cum," said Richard, "it comes when you have sex." "Sex?" asked Jamie, who never thought that that was what he was doing. He felt now very mature, doing SEX, the thing everyone talked about, but he never knew where it all happened. It was something on TV with fat ladies his mother didn't want him to look at, while he didn't want to see it at all anyway.... Richard told that there were many different ways of sex, it would take all day to try it. Not experienced himself Richard told everything his classmates and brother talked about and decided that it was a nice circumstance that he met little Jamie to talk about it and try with him the truth of some of that fantastic stories. Jamie trembled with the idea of having a prick in his mouth, or his little boy hole licked and plunged into by a huge dick but couldn't resist asking more, more and more ways of having sex. During their talk, Jamie climbed again onto his big friend, taking both their shirts off since Richard told him that you have to be naked to screw. Again they started making love with their hands fondling their hair. All the beautiful curls now were stroked to the front, which gave both boys a ancient Greek boys look leaving only ample space for their lovely faces. They laughed at their new look and kissed all that lovely curls in their faces. Both their sideburns now were long over their cheeks and they licked the tips, making it longer till their mouths met and a kiss with some of the hairs ended their play. Now, with his pants on his ankles Richard drew Jamie close to him and turned around on the seat, like in a wrestling fight and kicked his pants off. Two wrestling naked boys dressed in socks. One knowing what he want now, another just thriving on lust and totally in surrender to the friend of his dreams. Their cocks were hard again and their trembling pricks swept at each other like swords in a fight. At last Richard had Jamie laying on his tummy and he could see the nice little rose butt between his tiny two love hills. Is that where the boys said where you push your tongue in? The look of this pink little hole made forget about everything and he bended to it and careful put the tip of his tongue around the hole. It caused a triumphant yell from his little play mate. "Do it again, do it again!" he heard Jamie's cry. Still acting teacher and older brother Richard pushed his tongue now on the little pink hole. Suddenly Jamie put his hands on his butt, drew them apart and pushed his butt all in the face of his friend. Richard's tongue ended up more in the little arse while Jamie was groaning now as never before. According to all his lessons Richard now used some spit to push his finger in Jamie's little boy hole. His finger opened his little friend and went deeper and deeper. He could feel that Jamie was getting more and more excited and he was pleased that his little friend enjoyed his treatment so very well! Jamie screamed from pleasure and muttered, "Please, go on, go on, deeper, please, deeper!" Suddenly the little boy under him turned around with a shock and quickly grabbed Richards prick and put the little rock hard thing all in his mouth. Almost choking he started sucking it, wild and violently. Richard turned around once more to lay on his back and helped the little boy to slow down by holding his head between his hands, enjoying all the lovely hairs around his fingers, massaging it and combing it at the same time. "Great, great, this is the luckiest time in my life," he said to himself, "If I'll die now I have had the most gorgeous time of my life!" Smiling he looked down to the little dark hair working so hard on his prick with that tiny little body lying between his squeezed legs. His feet even could caress the small butt he just treated so well. He asked if they should take turns again, but Jamie insisted on Richard to be the first squirting this time. Jamie put all his effort on sucking his new lollipop, while his great hair tickled Richard's belly and massaged the tiny nuts sack of his friend. Against so many love stimulus from that all he couldn't resist very long so it didn't take more then a minute that Richard his groins clamped together and he decided to let it come now as most and strong he could give. His hips made an arch, his muscles stressed as an bow and with a loud cry he let go all the love juice that had been boiling in his little boy balls still massaged by the wonderful black hair of his friend. Jamie had to react sharply to keep track of the wild moving prick of his friend to engulf all the juice that spurted from it. Richard thought he had never given so much juice in his life time, three of four big squirts was totally new to him. And also rather exhausting too! Jamie kept on sucking and swallowed his friend's cum! Taking it all into his belly. Jamie though didn't want to stop now and tried to wiggle himself in arms of his friend in every position till Richard got a hold of the little prick of the struggling boy. Now it was his turn to put his lips around the tiny jewel and suck and lick every inch of it. Clinched together as close as possible they enjoyed the next dry ejaculation of the little boy. The third, fourth or may be fifth. This time it didn't stop soon either. Jamie now was exhausted by his wild sucking and drinking Richard's cum and being sucked so strongly. Slowly the boys came alive and looked at each others with a great grin. "Can we do this every day Richard, please, please?" Jamie pleaded childishly. "Why not" Richard replied, "I liked it, don't you?" Jamie nodded fiercely and said, "I like it too and even more I like you very much too!" Both boys slowly dressed, touching teasingly and spent another half hour combing their hair. They looked soon tempting again but they were satisfied clutching together in the big soft seat where they enjoyed so much new pleasures of life. Later that evening Jamie's mother found two little friends in the seat and was happy to find her often lonely child accompanied with an nice, little older friend, watching silly comics on the television, witha cold half hamburger half under the seat. "Just two brothers," she said. She happily agreed that Richard could come and visit her son as often they want, knowing that her late shifts were not to much a burden for her little son anymore. Reactions (especially of hair lovers) are welcome at: [email protected] and [email protected]
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Fri, 21 Jan 2005 17:47:28 +0000 (GMT) From: Chaim <[email protected]> Subject: Jamie's hair affair (part 1) Jamie's hair affair. (Part One) Story by Kick Barber [email protected] or Chaim at [email protected] (t/b, oral, underwear) We are Dutch and did our best. Special thanks to my friend Chaim who helped me a lot with this story. Legal things are a personal matter. Respect the copyright and this is for 16+ only. Comments and suggestions are always very welcome at: [email protected] (I will answer them all!) If you have pictures of the main characters of this story you are very welcome! ------------------- Jamie's hair affair ------------------- Nine year old Jamie was a most gorgeous tiny built boy. Amazing great dark eyes and dark, beautiful hair engulfed all sides of his head ending with a delicate curls down his slender neck. When he walked by this hair was dancing around his angel face and he loved to push and strike his hands through it so he looked even more exciting with his boyish look. Although very good looking Jamie was a shy boy at school. He wasn't very keen on the wild games his classmates used to play, which could ruin his clothes and mess his dark hair, neither was he a good soccer player so he was never asked to participate. Jamie looked silently at other boys with great envy. Especially the boys of grade 7 were very popular because of their right kind of clothes, shoes and above all: their hair, always according the latest fashion, shaped with a lot of gel. He wanted so much to look like the older boys with their sharp cloth and gelled hair. But his mother, so in love with the classic shaped head of her 9 year old refused to let him use any gel and liked to dress her little darling in as the models from the Calvin Klein brochures. It was Richard he admired most. His blond strong wavy hair was styled every day different thanks to the gel and often you could catch him striking his hands through his hair. During the breaks Jamie would stand outside trying to get close to Richard and stare at him. His eyes followed his idol in all his movements and were mostly fixed at the head with its golden crown. Richard had noticed the little angel's admiration for him and felt honoured by all that attention of the sweet little boy. Sometimes Richard talked to Jamie as an elderly brother concerned about his little brother. After school Jamie always went to his room and look in the mirror. He then tried to comb his hair like Richard in that variations he had seen that day. He wished Richard would be with him to help and learn him to comb his hair like that. He wanted also to have gel to make it look like as the cute boys in grade 7 and 8. When Jamie was playing with his hair like that he noticed often a funny, but pretty feeling in his tummy and even sometimes he stroke his little penis who reacted always rather jumpy when he was performing his hairdo hobby. Every once in a while Jamie met the older boys in the swimming pool. Before closing the swimming pool he always tried to get together with one of the older boys in the same changing box. Since so many boys had to change at once after the final whistle so it was not strange for the boys to get together in one cabin, always with loud giggling. If Richard was there too he felt he had to protect Jamie, so their getting together was almost without saying, although other boys tried to be one of Richard's favourite too. On a glorious day they met in a cabin again at the end of a swimming session. Richard used to take his swim trunk off, dried himself and then he always liked to put fresh gel in his hair, not concerning his naked body at all. So Richard stood there, an athletic slender young boy stood there fingering his hair with the fresh gel. This sight Jamie always enjoyed most. This time he was so glazing at his friend that he forgot to start his own "make up." Richard told him to get started before they were kicked out the swimming pool not completely dressed. He felt sorry for Jamie knowing that his mother wasn't very keen on having their son `gelled' and offered him often to have a load of gel out of his huge jar. Being so late Richard now even proposed to Jamie to put the gel in his hair to make him hurry to get ready. Jamie agreed hastily, afraid that Richard might change his mind. Richard laughed about Jamie's quick response, thinking the boy was starving without gel. While putting the gel in Jamie's hair he automatically couldn't resist to make forms in the dark flock of the angelic willing hair of his small friend. In reaction Jamie sank down and sat on the bench, almost totally paralysed when his dream came true at last and let Richard do his thing. Richard sensed a strange warm feeling in fondling his little friends hair and worked on quite a while enjoying that feeling and took time experimenting with styles. After a while he sighed, not wanting to stop but said, "Now look in the mirror." Jamie got up and stared in the mirror to see his head crowned with the newest style of spikes pointed to the middle and strong finger made stripes aside. He still couldn't believe the treat he just had and could only gutter his admiration for what happened. Also he felt his little dick reacting strongly like at home and blushed, being afraid to get remarks from his friend about this strange reaction. Richard wasn't aware yet what happened down under and wasn't even sure if his small friend liked his action. Now unsure by the strange feeling growing into him he asked full hesitation, "Do you like it, or would you rather like to do my hair?" Jamie nodded enthusiast and came closer to his friend who had to sit down now, to make it possible for his little friend to lay his hands on his hair. Jamie saw now this blond strong wavy hair right under his nose and when he smelled that special boys hair perfume he almost fainted. Sitting Richard noticed the little rod pointing right at his face. Being with even older boys for many times he wasn't surprised at the look of it and said to his little friend, "Wow, you got a great thing growing man, I got friends in my class who are glad if their size is half of yours!" Jamie immediately felt this reassuring remark as a sign not to be ashamed. Proudly he started putting more gel in his big friends godly hair. By touching, pushing, finger combing his idol's golden top he forget all his shyness and created his favourite models as far as he could. Touched by the little boys stroking fingers also Richards started to react with shivers down his spine caused by the feeling of the little fingers in his hair, neck and ears. His cock couldn't resist that feeling and did the same as the rod in front of his face. Trembling he grabbed his little friends buttocks to draw it closer so that their cocks now touched each other at legs and face and Richard gave a deep sigh. Jamie still couldn't stop fondling his big friends hair and pushed himself also closer to enjoy the feeling of their naked bodies. Richard lips touched the little tight tummy of Jamie and he couldn't resist to kiss the soft silk skin when he buried his face in it. Jamie stretched himself to give room for this enormous pleasure and he couldn't resist a strong boyish dry ejaculation. It came as usual with wild twisting hips. Being used to this subtraction in his belly after stroking his dick he never experienced such great movement and feeling before. Richard struggled to keep his face on the belly and realised that his little friend was trigged by him touching and kissing the soft skin. He felt proud of caring this way! The giggling in the other cabins started to slow down and died away suddenly. Richard got frightened, expecting the some boys might have seen this action but realised soon that the boxes were empty now. He had to act now not to be discovered by the swimming pool staff and get himself and little Jamie dressed. They decided to skip their white briefs to make more haste, but both felt it also exciting to close their pants with nothing under it. Jamie followed reluctantly, but he was now totally in the spell of his big friend with whom he just started a new alliance, located far from the common world . Richard dressed himself quickly, helped Jamie as well, touching the small body more intense then he'd done ever before and nervously thought how to prolong this game with his little friend once out the swimming pool. He grinned noticing the little black comb seductive piercing out the pocket on the tight buttocks of his friends and took his comb out of the same place on his back. While being dressed Jamie kept on staring at his friend's hairdo which he had a little mixed up after putting the tight T-shirt over his head. Also Jamie destroyed his hair with the little T-shirt he always took swimming, a very little shirt he liked because it showed his tummy and waistband reading Calvin Klein on his jockey. He was glad to start another hair combing session but Richard quickly combed his and Jamie's hair back to somewhat normal, staring at the tight tiny strong belly of his little friend, still a little trembling after he just had found himself a new treasure. At last they left the boxes. They slipped through the door and went on, not stopping touching each other as if they didn't fit in the rooms they went through. Nobody was to be seen any more and even Fred, that moment the last swimming guard was already dressed up and stood in the staff room slowly combing his hair. The boys saw that the doors were closed already and tried to catch the Fred's attention to have them opened for them. When the guard noticed the boys at last he started to make a angry remark on their late arrival, but only after one word he gasped, staring at the two little godly boys. Two divine boys with that seductive hair somewhat worked on, somewhat hastily combed like so many boys coming out of the pool. Fred walked to them and kept his hands in his own hair. He wanted to prevent he would grab the two heads of the little boys and stroke them. He just made a soft whistle sound to show his approval. Fred said with a big smile on his face, "It's all right boys, take all the time you need next time. For you both, I shall always wait." Jamie nodded, glad not to be punished, but Richard stared with amazement at the athletic figure who always use to bark at them in the pool being so very nice now. It made him to think that making this important man of the pool one of his friends could give a lot of benefits. May be he will let them swim free, or swim when the pool was closed, or let him and Jamie play in the shower or the tubs as long as they want. He had heard from other boys that Fred sometimes let one or two boys stay longer in the swimming pool after everybody had left. To be one his special friends seemed now a great option to be able to spent more time with Jamie. And seeing Fred in his tight jeans with his hair all done gave him another shiver down his spine, making his mind driving crazy with thoughts he couldn't place anymore. "Thank you Fred," he said as the at once friendly man let them out, pushing them out. Stroking their shoulders and neck he closed the pool doors behind them, looking till the boys were out of sight.. Something needed to be readjust in his tight pants. Out on the street Jamie asked his friend, "When will you be swimming again?" "I wish now!" Richard said with a sigh. At once he remembered that he still had some money left from his paper job and thought it a good idea to ask Jamie to have a bite at MacDonald's. Jamie agreed right away, for he didn't to go home since his mother worked till eight. Also Richard -- the youngest at home -- didn't have to hurry since his mother never paid notice what time her sons came home. Their dinner was never fixed, they took food from the fridge and walked down the TV or computer to eat if they were hungry. Wow, Richard thought proudly when he put his arm around Jamie's shoulder, "People will think I'm walking with my little brother being a caring big brother." They walked to his bike and Jamie mounted himself on the back. "Hold tight" Richard shouted, "I drive like crazy and I don't want you to fall off!" But he meant really, "Hold tight and grip firmly my waist with your lovely little arms!" At MacDonald's they saw that there was no place to sit. Without a place they hesitated in ordering when Jamie got a splendid idea. "Why don't we have a take-a-way meal and go to my house?" It was only one block away and they would be on their own there! "I'll call my mother to ask if it is okay, she wants me to do that." As modern times independent boy with a working mother and no father Jamie possessed a mobile phone. So his mother could check upon him and he could inform her where he was in case of changing plans. Of course his mother agreed and the two boys grinned from ear to ear. Both felt the excitement of the purpose of this excuse, being together alone now. They hardly paid attention what to order, a burger and hurried back to the bike. Now Jamie put his hand around his friend even more tight, afraid of losing him and the sack of food. And he couldn't feel the difference of the heat from his friends tights or the food bag! When they arrived at Jamie's home they rushed inside and cuddled themselves in a large soft seat. Even as it was a very big chair, the boys crawled in it as one body.... Watching the television bringing nothing but banging comic figures they ate their food and lost rapidly interest in the pictures on the screen. Instead Jamie couldn't resist to pet his friends hair over and over again. He pushed his nose all in it to smell once more all that boyish perfume. It made him wilder and wilder in this rather uncontrollable state. He shifted himself on his friends lap to sit right across for him. So he could fondle, touch all that loveliness hair across for him. Richard, hardly finished his burger when Jamie started to act wild on his lap, laughed and try to wiggle himself more comfortable since his prick start begging for more room again. He lifted his small friend a little up and unbuttoned his top button so that his prick now could stick up in his pants. It's gloomy red head now even stuck out a little above the zipper leaking young boyish pre cum. Jamie to busy working on his friend hair didn't notice that Richard even tried to explore Jamie's pants to feel if he needed more room for his boy toy too. Feeling the fingers exploring his little toy Jamie groaned in pleasure and said, "Wait! I will take my pants off." Jamie got up quickly, dropped his pants, kicked them off and jumped again on his friends lap. Richard only managed to get his pants down to his knees when his little attacker again landed on his lap. He shifted both pricks brotherly together and started to fondle through Jamie's hair, his neck and ears. Now their pricks started to react more and more and both hips were twisting to give their willing dicks more room and pleasure. Their heads came closer and closer and their shivering bodies got glued to each other. Jamie closed his eyes and tipped his lips in full passion. Richard responded immediately and locked his lips on the boys' waiting lips. Although they'd never kissed, their tongues found their way in a deep long kiss, stretching all muscles in their little bodies. Bewildered with all those new feelings Richard start kissing Jamie's little ears, biting with excitement, licking his neck and cheeks, nibbling his tiny nose. Now Jamie exploded again with many fierce dry ejaculations, his hip and dick moving up and down his friends belly. "Aaaaawgh, aaawgh, aaaaghw," was his song along his second biggest moment of happiness that day. As a weak darling doll he fell down in the arms of his lover and friend. Richard almost on the brink of his ejaculations sighed deep when his little wild partner gave him some release to get his breath again. He shifted forwards so that he was more laying down in the seat with his feet hardly touching the floor now. His little friend followed suit and flattened down on his belly, his legs clamped around the dick of his friend, unaware rolling it teasingly. This was to much for the over and over horny pre teenager and with strong hips movements he pushed his rod up and down the tiny crack between the smooth legs of Jamie, and squirted there a few fresh drops of his hot juice. "Oh, Jamie, my little friend!" Jamie awakened from his doze and looked puzzled at the wet stuff stick to his legs. "Is that yours?" surprised he asked his friend. He noticed it wasn't the usual stuff from peeing, but had never seen of heard of from other stuff in your dick. Richard enjoyed the boys ignorance and felt urge to teach his little friend all about the juice that makes life such a pleasure. His class mates often talked about it and one story was even more strange as the another stories. So he told all he had learned about the magic white stuff. Now sitting on the boy's prick and on Jamie's legs. Eating it made Jamie laugh, but when Richard told that his brother Kevin always boast that he eat often the cum of their 18 year old neighbour boy Boyd, Jamie stacked his finger in it and smelled it. "If you think it is eatable will you try it?" Jamie asked Richard. Richard never tasted cum, but for Jamie he didn't dare to give up his teaching role and he envied Kevin a long time for having his party with glamour boy Boyd and swept his tongue along Jamie's finger. "It tickles," Jamie laughed and pushed his finger in Richard's mouth. Richard almost choked but liked the salty taste of his own cum. "You want more of it? " Jamie asked teasing his friend, thinking his friend didn't like it. "I want it all, its great," was Richard's response. "You're sure?" "Sure! Hurry up, its dripping, soon there isn't much left." Reluctantly Jamie put his fingers in again and just before he was giving it to his friend he stuck his fingers in his own mouth. Whatever it tasted, he groaned and said, "It's delicious!" Jamie wanted to please his new friend. "Of course," Richard said, "it was my present to you!" The last drips were now hastily licked by the boys at each other bodies. The parts were the last cum was sticking. It made them horny again and again Jamie jumped on his friend. "Stop that, my little friend," laughed Richard willingly, "shall we do it with more fun now?" Jamie looked at his friend. "What are you up now, I liked what we did and I want more of your white stuff!" "Cum," said Richard, "it comes when you have sex." "Sex?" asked Jamie, who never thought that that was what he was doing. He felt now very mature, doing SEX, the thing everyone talked about, but he never knew where it all happened. It was something on TV with fat ladies his mother didn't want him to look at, while he didn't want to see it at all anyway.... Richard told that there were many different ways of sex, it would take all day to try it. Not experienced himself Richard told everything his classmates and brother talked about and decided that it was a nice circumstance that he met little Jamie to talk about it and try with him the truth of some of that fantastic stories. Jamie trembled with the idea of having a prick in his mouth, or his little boy hole licked and plunged into by a huge dick but couldn't resist asking more, more and more ways of having sex. During their talk, Jamie climbed again onto his big friend, taking both their shirts off since Richard told him that you have to be naked to screw. Again they started making love with their hands fondling their hair. All the beautiful curls now were stroked to the front, which gave both boys a ancient Greek boys look leaving only ample space for their lovely faces. They laughed at their new look and kissed all that lovely curls in their faces. Both their sideburns now were long over their cheeks and they licked the tips, making it longer till their mouths met and a kiss with some of the hairs ended their play. Now, with his pants on his ankles Richard drew Jamie close to him and turned around on the seat, like in a wrestling fight and kicked his pants off. Two wrestling naked boys dressed in socks. One knowing what he want now, another just thriving on lust and totally in surrender to the friend of his dreams. Their cocks were hard again and their trembling pricks swept at each other like swords in a fight. At last Richard had Jamie laying on his tummy and he could see the nice little rose butt between his tiny two love hills. Is that where the boys said where you push your tongue in? The look of this pink little hole made forget about everything and he bended to it and careful put the tip of his tongue around the hole. It caused a triumphant yell from his little play mate. "Do it again, do it again!" he heard Jamie's cry. Still acting teacher and older brother Richard pushed his tongue now on the little pink hole. Suddenly Jamie put his hands on his butt, drew them apart and pushed his butt all in the face of his friend. Richard's tongue ended up more in the little arse while Jamie was groaning now as never before. According to all his lessons Richard now used some spit to push his finger in Jamie's little boy hole. His finger opened his little friend and went deeper and deeper. He could feel that Jamie was getting more and more excited and he was pleased that his little friend enjoyed his treatment so very well! Jamie screamed from pleasure and muttered, "Please, go on, go on, deeper, please, deeper!" Suddenly the little boy under him turned around with a shock and quickly grabbed Richards prick and put the little rock hard thing all in his mouth. Almost choking he started sucking it, wild and violently. Richard turned around once more to lay on his back and helped the little boy to slow down by holding his head between his hands, enjoying all the lovely hairs around his fingers, massaging it and combing it at the same time. "Great, great, this is the luckiest time in my life," he said to himself, "If I'll die now I have had the most gorgeous time of my life!" Smiling he looked down to the little dark hair working so hard on his prick with that tiny little body lying between his squeezed legs. His feet even could caress the small butt he just treated so well. He asked if they should take turns again, but Jamie insisted on Richard to be the first squirting this time. Jamie put all his effort on sucking his new lollipop, while his great hair tickled Richard's belly and massaged the tiny nuts sack of his friend. Against so many love stimulus from that all he couldn't resist very long so it didn't take more then a minute that Richard his groins clamped together and he decided to let it come now as most and strong he could give. His hips made an arch, his muscles stressed as an bow and with a loud cry he let go all the love juice that had been boiling in his little boy balls still massaged by the wonderful black hair of his friend. Jamie had to react sharply to keep track of the wild moving prick of his friend to engulf all the juice that spurted from it. Richard thought he had never given so much juice in his life time, three of four big squirts was totally new to him. And also rather exhausting too! Jamie kept on sucking and swallowed his friend's cum! Taking it all into his belly. Jamie though didn't want to stop now and tried to wiggle himself in arms of his friend in every position till Richard got a hold of the little prick of the struggling boy. Now it was his turn to put his lips around the tiny jewel and suck and lick every inch of it. Clinched together as close as possible they enjoyed the next dry ejaculation of the little boy. The third, fourth or may be fifth. This time it didn't stop soon either. Jamie now was exhausted by his wild sucking and drinking Richard's cum and being sucked so strongly. Slowly the boys came alive and looked at each others with a great grin. "Can we do this every day Richard, please, please?" Jamie pleaded childishly. "Why not" Richard replied, "I liked it, don't you?" Jamie nodded fiercely and said, "I like it too and even more I like you very much too!" Both boys slowly dressed, touching teasingly and spent another half hour combing their hair. They looked soon tempting again but they were satisfied clutching together in the big soft seat where they enjoyed so much new pleasures of life. Later that evening Jamie's mother found two little friends in the seat and was happy to find her often lonely child accompanied with an nice, little older friend, watching silly comics on the television, witha cold half hamburger half under the seat. "Just two brothers," she said. She happily agreed that Richard could come and visit her son as often they want, knowing that her late shifts were not to much a burden for her little son anymore. Reactions (especially of hair lovers) are welcome at: [email protected] and [email protected] </[email protected]> </div></div>
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Date: Thu, 10 Oct 2019 15:45:19 -0400 From: Charlie O Subject: Kevin Hart: Ass Out 2 Ice Cube and his son, O'shea Jr, were hanging out in the park when something caught his eye. "Is that Kevin?" He asked out loud. "Kevin? You mean, Kevin hart?" O'shea Jr asked. "Where?" "Over there?" Ice Cube said. "Laying naked, on the picnic table?" He pointed to someone laying on a picnic table. Neither one could really see who it was. They looked at each other. O'shea grinned and said, "Let's go see!" "It is Kevin!" Ice Cube exclaimed as he and his son walked up on the figure laying across the picnic table. Indeed, comedian Kevin heart was laying across the picnic table, butter ball naked. "Thank God you guys are here!" Kevin said, relieved. "Get me out of this!" Ice Cube looked at his son and they both grinned. "Kevin, what the hell happened, man?" Ice Cube asked. "Who did this to you?" "That's not important." Kevin said dismissively. "Just get me out of here." Ice Cube reached out and caressed Kevin's smooth ass cheeks. "What are you doing, man! Get me out of this!" "Hold on, man!" Ice Cube said, still grinning. "Hold on!" He continued to caress Kevin's ass cheeks. Then he slowly stuck his finger in Kevin's asshole. Kevin's ass lips closed tightly around his finger. "Well, well. Kevin, it looks like you're a bit horny." "Man, um, I mean, that was an accident." Kevin said. "Just, please, get me out of this, man." "Sure, Kevin. Why not." Ice Cube said as he winked at his son. "My dad has a plan." O'shea thought to himself. "I'd better be ready for anything." So, they untied Kevin, O'shea got a bit closer. Then, as Kevin stood up, O'shea grabbed him from behind. "Hey, man!" Kevin shrieked, startled. "What are you doing, man?" "You didn't really think I was gonna let you go, did you?" Ice Cube asked. He reached up and fondled Kevin's little nipples with his fingers. Stop...that!" Kevin cried out in half protest. Ice Cube ignored him as his fingers lingered on Kevin's nipples. "No...stop...mmmmm!" "You like that don't you, Kevin?" Ice Cube asked, knowing the answer all too well. "No, I don't!" Kevin said. "Then, why your dick hard!" Ice Cube asked, pointing at Kevin's dick. Sure enough, Kevin's eight-inch dick was as hard as steel beam!" Ice Cube smacked Kevin's dick around, making Kevin wince in pain. "Spread them legs." Ice Cube said. "I wanna closer look at that package." Kevin didn't move a muscle. "I said, spread them legs, man!" Kevin still didn't move. So, Ice Cube reached out and grabbed Kevin's dick and gave it a hard twist. "OWWWW!" Kevin hollered. "I said, spread them legs!" Ice Cube said sternly. Kevin, slowly, spread his legs wide apart, giving Ice Cube full access to his dick and balls. Ice Cube roughly grabbed Kevin's balls and gave them a tug. "MMMMM!" Kevin moaned. "Feels good, don't it, Kev?" Ice Cube asked. Kevin looked up at him and hissed, "Yesss!" "My son is gonna fuck you, now," Ice Cube said. "And, you're just gonna lay there and take it." Ice Cube roughly bent Kevin over the picnic table, holding his arms over his head. SMACK! "Spread them legs, man!" O'shea commanded as he slapped Kevin's fat booty. Kevin spread his legs wide apart, giving O'shea full access to his ass. O'shea shoved his ten-inch dick up Kevin's hole. "OWWWWW!" Kevin hollered. "FFUUCCKK!" Even though Kevin had dick up his ass mere hours ago, O'shea's dick hurt like hell! "Shut up and take this dick, Kevin!" O'shea said sternly. He pumped his dick hard and fast into Kevin's hole. You'd think that, after all that abuse T.I. had put on his ass, Kevin's ass would be loose, but you'd be wrong! Kevin's ass lips tightened around O'shea's dick like a firm handshake! "God, damn! This nigga's asshole is tight as fuck, dad!" Kevin felt like he was being ripped open all over again. "OWWWW! OWWW!" Kevin screamed. Ice Cube unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. Kevin's eyes bugged out when he saw Ice Cube's near foot long dick. Ice Cube grabbed Kevin by what little hair he had on his head and yanked his head to look at him. "Shut up and make yourself useful!" He said to Kevin. "Suck this dick!" Ice Cube shoved his dick down Kevin's throat, making him nearly choke on his dick. "Yea, boy! Choke on this dick!" Ice Cube said, excitedly. "Choke on this dick!" Ice Cube shoved his dick so far down Kevin's throat, Kevin's nose touched his pubic hairs! "Damn, this dick Big ass shit!" Kevin thought to himself. "Now, I know where his son gets it from! Fuck!" Speaking of O'shea, he was beating Kevin's back out, piston fucking the hell out of his hole! "MMMFFF!" Kevin screamed, Ice Cube's dick still down his throat. Kevin reached back, trying to push O'shea off him. O'shea just grabbed his hands and put them behind his back as he continued to destroy Kevin's hole. "Let's turn him over." Ice Cube said. First, they tied Kevin's hands behind his back. Then they turned him onto his back with his legs on O'shea's broad shoulders. O'shea slid his dick back up Kevin's ass while Ice Cube shoved his dick down Kevin's throat. Ice Cube reached down and pinched Kevin's nipples real hard. "MMMFFFF!" Kevin moaned. "I think Kevin likes getting his nipples worked over." Ice Cube said. "What do you mean?" O'shea asked. Ice Cube fondled Kevin's nipples and said, "Look at his toes, man." As his dad played with Kevin's nipples, O'shea watched Kevin's toes curl. O'shea smiled and said, "Well, damn!" O'shea tore Kevin's ass to pieces. "How's that dick feel to you, Kevin?" Ice Cube asked as he pulled his dick out of his mouth. "Oh, shit!" Kevin exclaimed. "His dick is too big!" "Shut up, man!" Ice Cube said, shoving his dick back down Kevin's throat. "Fuck that ass, son! Fuck him good!" O'shea was enjoying Kevin's tight ass. "This ass is like a mother fuckin' pussy, dad!" O'shea said, grinning from ear to ear. Soon, O'shea felt the familiar tingle in his balls. He knew what was about to happen! "I'M GONNA CUM!" Ice Cube pulled his dick out of Kevin's mouth and said, "Cum on his face, son!" So, O'shea pulled his dick out of Kevin's hole and walked over to his head. He stroked his dick furiously as Ice Cube held Kevin steady. "AWWWW, FFUUCCKK!" O'shea growled as ropes of cum splashed onto Kevin's face. "Open that mouth, Kevin!" Ice Cube held Kevin's nose, so he had no choice but to open his mouth. O'shea sprayed his cum down Kevin's throat. "Good shot, man!" Ice Cube said, hi-fiving his son. "Now, it's my turn to take that ass!" This time, Ice Cube put Kevin in a Full Nelson headlock as he forced Kevin to sit down on his dick. "Owww, shit, man!" Kevin groaned. He could feel Ice Cube's dick deep in his intestines! "God damn!" Ice Cube bounced him up and down on his dick. "Mmmmmm!" "You like my dad's dick, don't you, Kevin?" O'shea asked, taunting Kevin. He looked at Kevin's nipples and licked his lips. "Let me see them little titties, Kevin." He reached out, with both hands, and pinched Kevin's nipples. "No...stop..." Kevin protested weakly. "Mmmmm!" Kevin couldn't help moaning. O'shea's hands felt so rough and manly. It was really turning Kevin on! To make matters worse, Kevin's dick was rock hard! "Oh, shit, dad!" O'shea exclaimed. His dick is hard, again!" He reached out and slowly stroked his dick. "Let me help you with that dick, Kevin." "Mmmm." Kevin moaned. Then, suddenly, O'shea stopped stroking his dick. "Hey, man!" Kevin exclaimed. "What you doing? Don't stop!" O'shea stroked his dick, once again. A minute later, he stopped again. Kevin was about to lose his mind! "C'mon, man!" His dick was hard as fuck and he desperately needed to cum. "Please!" "Damn, son!" Ice Cube said, chuckling. "You got Kevin begging for relief!" "You want relief, Kevin?" O'shea asked. Then he turned around, unzipped his pants, pulled down his underwear. "Then, kiss my ass!" Ice Cube leaned Kevin over, forcing him to kiss O'shea's ass. "This is so humiliating!" Kevin thought to himself as he kissed and licked the crack of O'shea's ass. Then O'shea turned back around and grabbed Kevin's dick and stroked it slowly. "Yea, man! Stroke that dick!" Kevin said excitedly. "FFUUCCKK!" He could feel the juices flowing in his ball sack. "MMMMMM!" His eyes rolled into the back of his head as his body trembled. "I'M CUMMIN'!" His cum shot straight up in the air. As he came, O'shea slid his hand underneath to catch the cum. After a minute or two, Kevin's dick went limp. "Kevin, I got a surprise for you!" O'shea said. Before Kevin knew what was going on, O'shea smeared the cum in his hand in Kevin's face! "AWWW, FUCK!" Ice Cube howled. He trembled as he shot his load all up in Kevin's hole. "MMMMMM!" Kevin could feel the warm liquid as it shot up through his intestines, coating his walls as it went up him. Ice Cube shot, at least, four to six loads up Kevin's asshole. When he was finally spent Ice Cube asked, "What should we do with him?" "Please let me go." Kevin said softly. Ice Cube and O'shea looked at each other, then looked at Kevin and said, in unison, "Naw!" "Let's take him to the hood." O'shea suggested. "I know a lot of dudes who'd love to fuck his ass!" "Let's get him cleaned up, first." Ice Cube said. So, they tied him to a tree. "Can we take some pictures of him first?" O'shea asked. "Let's get him cleaned up, first." Ice Cube said. So, they cleaned him up with a hose, spraying him down. When he was reasonably clean, they took several pictures of his naked body, making him smile for the picture. If he didn't smile, he got a severe spanking; Kevin definitely didn't want that! So, he smiled as they took their pictures. Then they cut him loose. Ice Cube grabbed a collar with a chain from his bag and putt it on Kevin. "On your hands and knees, Kevin. You're coming with us!" They forced Kevin to crawl to their car. As he crawled, Kevin saw many people he knew in Hollywood. They laughed and snickered as he went by. It was so humiliating. Then, why was his dick hard, again? The End
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Thu, 10 Oct 2019 15:45:19 -0400 From: Charlie O <[email protected]> Subject: Kevin Hart: Ass Out 2 Ice Cube and his son, O'shea Jr, were hanging out in the park when something caught his eye. "Is that Kevin?" He asked out loud. "Kevin? You mean, Kevin hart?" O'shea Jr asked. "Where?" "Over there?" Ice Cube said. "Laying naked, on the picnic table?" He pointed to someone laying on a picnic table. Neither one could really see who it was. They looked at each other. O'shea grinned and said, "Let's go see!" "It is Kevin!" Ice Cube exclaimed as he and his son walked up on the figure laying across the picnic table. Indeed, comedian Kevin heart was laying across the picnic table, butter ball naked. "Thank God you guys are here!" Kevin said, relieved. "Get me out of this!" Ice Cube looked at his son and they both grinned. "Kevin, what the hell happened, man?" Ice Cube asked. "Who did this to you?" "That's not important." Kevin said dismissively. "Just get me out of here." Ice Cube reached out and caressed Kevin's smooth ass cheeks. "What are you doing, man! Get me out of this!" "Hold on, man!" Ice Cube said, still grinning. "Hold on!" He continued to caress Kevin's ass cheeks. Then he slowly stuck his finger in Kevin's asshole. Kevin's ass lips closed tightly around his finger. "Well, well. Kevin, it looks like you're a bit horny." "Man, um, I mean, that was an accident." Kevin said. "Just, please, get me out of this, man." "Sure, Kevin. Why not." Ice Cube said as he winked at his son. "My dad has a plan." O'shea thought to himself. "I'd better be ready for anything." So, they untied Kevin, O'shea got a bit closer. Then, as Kevin stood up, O'shea grabbed him from behind. "Hey, man!" Kevin shrieked, startled. "What are you doing, man?" "You didn't really think I was gonna let you go, did you?" Ice Cube asked. He reached up and fondled Kevin's little nipples with his fingers. Stop...that!" Kevin cried out in half protest. Ice Cube ignored him as his fingers lingered on Kevin's nipples. "No...stop...mmmmm!" "You like that don't you, Kevin?" Ice Cube asked, knowing the answer all too well. "No, I don't!" Kevin said. "Then, why your dick hard!" Ice Cube asked, pointing at Kevin's dick. Sure enough, Kevin's eight-inch dick was as hard as steel beam!" Ice Cube smacked Kevin's dick around, making Kevin wince in pain. "Spread them legs." Ice Cube said. "I wanna closer look at that package." Kevin didn't move a muscle. "I said, spread them legs, man!" Kevin still didn't move. So, Ice Cube reached out and grabbed Kevin's dick and gave it a hard twist. "OWWWW!" Kevin hollered. "I said, spread them legs!" Ice Cube said sternly. Kevin, slowly, spread his legs wide apart, giving Ice Cube full access to his dick and balls. Ice Cube roughly grabbed Kevin's balls and gave them a tug. "MMMMM!" Kevin moaned. "Feels good, don't it, Kev?" Ice Cube asked. Kevin looked up at him and hissed, "Yesss!" "My son is gonna fuck you, now," Ice Cube said. "And, you're just gonna lay there and take it." Ice Cube roughly bent Kevin over the picnic table, holding his arms over his head. SMACK! "Spread them legs, man!" O'shea commanded as he slapped Kevin's fat booty. Kevin spread his legs wide apart, giving O'shea full access to his ass. O'shea shoved his ten-inch dick up Kevin's hole. "OWWWWW!" Kevin hollered. "FFUUCCKK!" Even though Kevin had dick up his ass mere hours ago, O'shea's dick hurt like hell! "Shut up and take this dick, Kevin!" O'shea said sternly. He pumped his dick hard and fast into Kevin's hole. You'd think that, after all that abuse T.I. had put on his ass, Kevin's ass would be loose, but you'd be wrong! Kevin's ass lips tightened around O'shea's dick like a firm handshake! "God, damn! This nigga's asshole is tight as fuck, dad!" Kevin felt like he was being ripped open all over again. "OWWWW! OWWW!" Kevin screamed. Ice Cube unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. Kevin's eyes bugged out when he saw Ice Cube's near foot long dick. Ice Cube grabbed Kevin by what little hair he had on his head and yanked his head to look at him. "Shut up and make yourself useful!" He said to Kevin. "Suck this dick!" Ice Cube shoved his dick down Kevin's throat, making him nearly choke on his dick. "Yea, boy! Choke on this dick!" Ice Cube said, excitedly. "Choke on this dick!" Ice Cube shoved his dick so far down Kevin's throat, Kevin's nose touched his pubic hairs! "Damn, this dick Big ass shit!" Kevin thought to himself. "Now, I know where his son gets it from! Fuck!" Speaking of O'shea, he was beating Kevin's back out, piston fucking the hell out of his hole! "MMMFFF!" Kevin screamed, Ice Cube's dick still down his throat. Kevin reached back, trying to push O'shea off him. O'shea just grabbed his hands and put them behind his back as he continued to destroy Kevin's hole. "Let's turn him over." Ice Cube said. First, they tied Kevin's hands behind his back. Then they turned him onto his back with his legs on O'shea's broad shoulders. O'shea slid his dick back up Kevin's ass while Ice Cube shoved his dick down Kevin's throat. Ice Cube reached down and pinched Kevin's nipples real hard. "MMMFFFF!" Kevin moaned. "I think Kevin likes getting his nipples worked over." Ice Cube said. "What do you mean?" O'shea asked. Ice Cube fondled Kevin's nipples and said, "Look at his toes, man." As his dad played with Kevin's nipples, O'shea watched Kevin's toes curl. O'shea smiled and said, "Well, damn!" O'shea tore Kevin's ass to pieces. "How's that dick feel to you, Kevin?" Ice Cube asked as he pulled his dick out of his mouth. "Oh, shit!" Kevin exclaimed. "His dick is too big!" "Shut up, man!" Ice Cube said, shoving his dick back down Kevin's throat. "Fuck that ass, son! Fuck him good!" O'shea was enjoying Kevin's tight ass. "This ass is like a mother fuckin' pussy, dad!" O'shea said, grinning from ear to ear. Soon, O'shea felt the familiar tingle in his balls. He knew what was about to happen! "I'M GONNA CUM!" Ice Cube pulled his dick out of Kevin's mouth and said, "Cum on his face, son!" So, O'shea pulled his dick out of Kevin's hole and walked over to his head. He stroked his dick furiously as Ice Cube held Kevin steady. "AWWWW, FFUUCCKK!" O'shea growled as ropes of cum splashed onto Kevin's face. "Open that mouth, Kevin!" Ice Cube held Kevin's nose, so he had no choice but to open his mouth. O'shea sprayed his cum down Kevin's throat. "Good shot, man!" Ice Cube said, hi-fiving his son. "Now, it's my turn to take that ass!" This time, Ice Cube put Kevin in a Full Nelson headlock as he forced Kevin to sit down on his dick. "Owww, shit, man!" Kevin groaned. He could feel Ice Cube's dick deep in his intestines! "God damn!" Ice Cube bounced him up and down on his dick. "Mmmmmm!" "You like my dad's dick, don't you, Kevin?" O'shea asked, taunting Kevin. He looked at Kevin's nipples and licked his lips. "Let me see them little titties, Kevin." He reached out, with both hands, and pinched Kevin's nipples. "No...stop..." Kevin protested weakly. "Mmmmm!" Kevin couldn't help moaning. O'shea's hands felt so rough and manly. It was really turning Kevin on! To make matters worse, Kevin's dick was rock hard! "Oh, shit, dad!" O'shea exclaimed. His dick is hard, again!" He reached out and slowly stroked his dick. "Let me help you with that dick, Kevin." "Mmmm." Kevin moaned. Then, suddenly, O'shea stopped stroking his dick. "Hey, man!" Kevin exclaimed. "What you doing? Don't stop!" O'shea stroked his dick, once again. A minute later, he stopped again. Kevin was about to lose his mind! "C'mon, man!" His dick was hard as fuck and he desperately needed to cum. "Please!" "Damn, son!" Ice Cube said, chuckling. "You got Kevin begging for relief!" "You want relief, Kevin?" O'shea asked. Then he turned around, unzipped his pants, pulled down his underwear. "Then, kiss my ass!" Ice Cube leaned Kevin over, forcing him to kiss O'shea's ass. "This is so humiliating!" Kevin thought to himself as he kissed and licked the crack of O'shea's ass. Then O'shea turned back around and grabbed Kevin's dick and stroked it slowly. "Yea, man! Stroke that dick!" Kevin said excitedly. "FFUUCCKK!" He could feel the juices flowing in his ball sack. "MMMMMM!" His eyes rolled into the back of his head as his body trembled. "I'M CUMMIN'!" His cum shot straight up in the air. As he came, O'shea slid his hand underneath to catch the cum. After a minute or two, Kevin's dick went limp. "Kevin, I got a surprise for you!" O'shea said. Before Kevin knew what was going on, O'shea smeared the cum in his hand in Kevin's face! "AWWW, FUCK!" Ice Cube howled. He trembled as he shot his load all up in Kevin's hole. "MMMMMM!" Kevin could feel the warm liquid as it shot up through his intestines, coating his walls as it went up him. Ice Cube shot, at least, four to six loads up Kevin's asshole. When he was finally spent Ice Cube asked, "What should we do with him?" "Please let me go." Kevin said softly. Ice Cube and O'shea looked at each other, then looked at Kevin and said, in unison, "Naw!" "Let's take him to the hood." O'shea suggested. "I know a lot of dudes who'd love to fuck his ass!" "Let's get him cleaned up, first." Ice Cube said. So, they tied him to a tree. "Can we take some pictures of him first?" O'shea asked. "Let's get him cleaned up, first." Ice Cube said. So, they cleaned him up with a hose, spraying him down. When he was reasonably clean, they took several pictures of his naked body, making him smile for the picture. If he didn't smile, he got a severe spanking; Kevin definitely didn't want that! So, he smiled as they took their pictures. Then they cut him loose. Ice Cube grabbed a collar with a chain from his bag and putt it on Kevin. "On your hands and knees, Kevin. You're coming with us!" They forced Kevin to crawl to their car. As he crawled, Kevin saw many people he knew in Hollywood. They laughed and snickered as he went by. It was so humiliating. Then, why was his dick hard, again? The End </[email protected]> </div></div>
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Date: Wed, 9 Feb 2005 20:18:15 +0000 (GMT) From: kick barber Subject: Shy Steven.B, a boyzhair story part 1 (M/t/b, first time, oral, anal, hair) Special thanks to my friend Chaim who helped. Legal things are a personal matter. Respect the copyright and this is for 16+ only. Comments and suggestions are always very welcome at: [email protected] (I will answer them all!) If you have pictures of the main characters of this story you are very welcome! Shy Steven B., lover of boyzhair Steven was a gorgeous smiling 14 year old boy with beautiful dark eyes, a well developed body and a wonderful mop of dark strong hair. If you see him, you would expect him to be very popular with the boys and the girls, but no truth in that at all. Steven was a shy boy who hated to be with the boys in all their sports and computer games and never laid an eye on giggling and screaming girls. On the road to school he was a solitude biker, not being able to get in touch with one of the schoolmates. He liked to play the piano, listen to classical music, liked to dress in smart clothes and to keep his hair well dressed, combing it at every chance he had. It confused him to be without any contact but nobody who spoke his language, nobody who asked him about the pieces his was studying, nobody who talked about clothes and hairstyle. Yes, the adults gave him support for his looks and abilities. And of course at school he was the best student, another omen for other kids not to get to close! Secretly Steven looked to some other boys at school, their clothes and their newest hair styles. Especially looking at the boys who had their hair growing longer again, with sideburns and some more in the neck, caused a ticklish feeling in his lower belly. The feeling he knew so well from the games he played in bed after he had been grooming himself for a mirror. Having nobody to talk to about his feelings, nor take part in the boyish teen talk he wasn't very sure what it was all about, he only could be loving himself, seducing himself for the mirror and have a great wank almost every night. Things started to chance when his piano teacher, a nice elderly lady took a long time off for vacation and a new teacher came to replace her at her place. It was her nephew who was a talented piano student at the music academy who had come to stay in her house to take care of the garden, animals and all her "sweet darling" piano students. Steven walked as usual in the piano room and saw a nice man teaching a small boy who apparently now had his lesson before him. Something in the air gave him a sensual feeling. The teacher was a young man with sharp clothes and great white blond hair carefully combed. The teacher introduced himself as Jim and also the boy: Jamie. Although much younger, Jamie seemed to feel at ease and played freely on the instrument while Jim told Steven to take out his coat and get his books ready. Then he went back to Jamie and Steven noticed that Jim wrote the lesson in Jamie's book while caressing Jamie's neck and hair. Jamie even shifted closer so that it looked like they had a close encounter of some kind. Steve had a shiver down his spine when he watched the two. When Jamie left Jim invited Steve to sit beside him on the piano bench. "Don't pay attention to Jamie," Jim said "He is a very sweet boy who never sees his father, so I'm his replacement I guess" Steve wondered why Jim explained so quickly his behaviour to Jamie. After all he already felt he wouldn't mind to be so close to Jim like Jamie. Knowing Jim only 5 minutes he was already attracted to his new teacher, but could only shift on the bench and smile without saying anything. An attitude he performed always anyhow everywhere. Steven hesitated to start playing, something about Jim made things boil inside, could it be his tight pants or muscular arms and breast, or was it his hair so artistic wavy yellow blond? The teacher seemed to try to make feel Steve at home. He walked around him, touching his shoulders and reassuring Steven of the quality of the music, the level and the perfect condition of the books. When Steve started to play at last, his hands were shaking more then ever before, even the easiest pieces didn't come out like he could. "I think I'm nervous" thought Steven, "but why?" Jim though took all the tricks out of his pocket to make his new student feel comfortable by asking what music he liked, what else he was interested in, but didn't succeed to get more then big smiles and short answers. "Do you like concerts then if you're interested in classical music?" Jim asked. "I've never been to a concert," Steven replied. Being involved on the farm with his parents there wasn't much time or knowledge of films, concerts or what so ever in the big city. "Well, do you like to join me and other students to a piano concert, I sometimes manage to get some free tickets" Jim said friendly. Now Steven managed to say more then a few words, such a chance couldn't be missed! "When will it be then? How do I get in town? Where is it given?" Steven was surprised by his own eagerness to be a part of Jim's world and his students, going to the big city where everything seemed to be so different. Thinking of being in the city late at night with this nice men and some boys who liked also classical music made his heart beat faster. Automatically his hands raised to his hair and started pushing his model more in form, as if he made himself irresistible to be sure to be invited. Same feelings as in his bedroom make him shiver once more. Jim was amused by this unexpected reaction of his new student. "Yes, I like your hair, it suites you very well!" Jim joked, looking admirably at Stevens hair. Steven blushed, he so hoped Jim wouldn't have noticed his strange action. Now Jim got some feelings coming up, he liked boys being fond of hairdressing too. Time for an careful further exploration. "Do you always wear it like that, or do you like to change your hair model sometimes?" Now Steven blushed even more, not to know what to do with the attention for something he liked most himself. "I wouldn't know" he lied not to betray his fetish. "Oh, when I was your age, I had my hair different almost any day, we had so many different fashion. And it was fun to belong to one group one day and another day!" Jim went on talking and walking around Steven, touching occasionally a shoulder, arm or back. He seemed to enjoy this new student with its great looks very much! Steven felt more and more confused, but wanted to express all his willingness to his new teacher! Trying to give the right answers and smiling more then usual he was getting more nervous and touched his hair and pushed it once more again. Jim saw it as an answer to his question and put his hands in the beautiful mop of his new student. "You're doing a right job man, it looks great if you do it like that, shall I try to help you too?" As usual Steven just smiled and murmured something like "okay" Now Jim wasn't only working his hands in Stevens' hair but also took a comb and started to comb it over again. Steven was to embarrassed to protest, but to his amazement he discovered that he tremendously enjoyed this very special treatment instead of having piano lesson! "Now, that's what I call the perfect hairdressing, do you like it?" Steven looked puzzled, how could he like what he couldn't see. Jim laughed and quickly took a mirror from the wall and showed Steven what he he had made of his hair! Steven blushed again and remembered how he liked to admire himself. looking at the mirror and wanking. Now he looked even more seductive then he ever 'd seen himself before! His cock grew so fast now that it was difficult to keep sit still on the narrow piano bench, but of course he couldn't start wanking now! While Jim showed him the mirror and walked around him Jim's tights now touched Steven's elbow. With such tight jeans Steven had to feel that Jim had developed quite a hardon. The whole model of the jeans became out of shape with the bulge to be seen in front of it! Still Steven didn't see or feel anything, occupied as he was what to do with his growing dick. When Jim mounted the mirror again, Steven followed him to look at the mirror once more, not knowing really what to do else to hide his growing dick. Walking he had to readjust it to be able to walk anyhow. Jim saw the movement and still being horny after the hugging lesson with Jamie he almost couldn't stop himself jumping right away on his new conquest. But he also understood that Steven was an innocent virgin boy to be approached with great care despite his jumping needs! "Let's play!" he said. Steven walked back to the piano and looked to his teacher what to do next. Play? Play what? With what? Jim understood the boys dilemma. Here was a boy ready to go, he had pulled the trigger and the poor boy didn't understand his feelings and couldn't find a way to surrender to his needs, clearly visible! "Do you like my lesson" Jim tried. Steven nodded fiercely. "Did you liked me doing your hair?" Jim tried again. Again Steven nodded even more fiercely. "Would you like me to teach you what you can do more with that beautiful hair of yours? And your beautiful body?" Jim said next softly. Steven looked puzzled, but nodded again. "Look Steven, you are a beautiful boy, you have beautiful hair, beautiful face, eyes and teeth. You're so damned beautiful that everybody should fall for your great appearance. I guess you have many girl friends or may be boys who love you very much?" Steven looked at Jim, and carefully shook his head: "Not really...." "Nobody ever told you you're such a hunk?" Well, Steven never heard of that word, but shook and nodded again in his ignorance and eagerness. "So you'd also never made.........sex with anybody yet?" Steven blushed and shook again his head. "Then it's time you learn how great that can be! Do you want that?" Just a nod. "Do you want it now?" Another, less nod. Now Jim couldn't wait longer getting his hands all over the boy. Steven let himself cuddled by the enthusiastic teacher. No more questions were asked, it was doing time now! "What a strange piano lesson," he thought, "but I like this lesson, although I don't know what is going to happen" Jim knew he had to take it easy and kept on cuddling the trembling boy, moving his hands all over his body over and over. More and more he let his hands rest on the crotch and the butt, squeezing it every time he passed that lovely spots. Steven only could moan and let himself drop in the hands of his first lover. He'd never expected that sweet hands could make his body so tense and trembling. The longer Jim worked on the boy, the more the boy surrendered himself to his master. With his eyes closed he felt his belt taken of and a few fingers slipped under his C.K. brief touching his belly and slowly lowering to his rock hard rod. The first fingers touching his love stick caused a wild jumping on the still to little piano seat. Both almost felt off and they laughed about it. "Come let's get more comfortable" Jim told his conquest. He led the sleepwalking boy to the couch and put him on it like a newborn baby. Still with his eyes closed Steven was waiting for the next move, helping only a little with his hands to lower his pants. Jim saw the form of the beautiful fresh little stiff teen cock sharply in the short. "Can I see what's there?" Steven nodded and giggled. All that sweet feelings he knew from his one man sex now came back double and he felt his cock had to be released from the tight jockey. Slowly Jim lowered the slip, careful over the bouncing dick and immediately put his lips on the young stem, his tongue slowly massaging the piss slit. Now Steven moaned even more and wiggled like mad on the couch. Of course Jim's mouth couldn't follow that wild outburst so he used his hands to get a hold of the prick once more. "Oh go on, go on" Steven now moaned. "Aaaaaaagh aaaaagh", was his next song and: "YEeessss, OHHHhhhh,, aaaaRRggghh...Ugghh. Ahhhhh" His hands took Jim's head to have him more violently suck his cock. He never felt such strong streams in his belly and wiggled as much in Jim's mouth to ease the strong pulsing groins ready to shoot his milk as never before. Now Steven sat up to watch and help his new lover to suck the most of it. Although Jim knew the a first good suck off shouldn't be interrupted, he once lift his head and asked Steven: "You still like it?" "Oh yes, please go on" Steven said grapping Jim's head to make him suck again. But Jim wanted a little more closeness now and clutched Steven head as well, stroking his hands through his hair. "You're a beautiful and very sexy boy Steven, you're doing great. Now enjoy it, don't hustle to much, relax now. It can be even more heavenly! Watch this!" Now Jim played with the little stiff tits of Steven. Kissed his tits and worked his tongue up to his face. Steven never thought of kissing but Jim's tongue nearing his lips made him gasp for a kiss. His ever first kiss was deep and very long, while his body was twisting in the arms of his sex tutor. Jim, feeling that the wild virgin boy was to come to his the first cream culmination didn't want to spoil it by prolonging it any longer. So after fixing once more the great mop of hair he laid the boy down, looked at his beautiful pupil and went for the final suck. Only after a few sucks the white cream of the strong boy shot out of his hot rock hard rod, moving all sides so only a few drips ended up in Jim's mouth. Jim face and hair also was covered with the milk of the small teen boy having his first great suck. Again Jim wondered why nobody else had noticed the needs of this beautiful lad with his pretty look and strong body. The exhausted boy lay all knocked out with a very big smile on his face. "Do you want more piano lesson, Steven, or do you rather go to another teacher?" he laughed at the boy. "I want piano lessons every day, Every day 10 times!" Steve answered his hero. "We're gonna have a lot of fun, Steven, there are many new books I want you to teach from." "and will we go to concerts then too?" "O yes, may be just the two of us, or just with boys you like most!" "Thank you, it was great!" were the last words of Steven. >From then he had fallen back in his smiling and nodding behaviour. But his smile looked bigger from now. He learned were real life is all about! And Jim couldn't wait for more lessons. After all his crotch was still waiting for a beautiful 13 year old boy with dark hair, great eyes and beautiful teeth. And he fixed his hair, with the gel of the fresh seed of his little pupil. Steven left after a drink and stopped for one second at the door to have his butt patted by his first friend. As usual feeling unsure, but not about returning as soon as possible. May be that's why he left his books on the piano? end of part one read more in part 2 Steven makes more friends and got more lessons reactions of boyzhairlovers welcome at [email protected]
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Wed, 9 Feb 2005 20:18:15 +0000 (GMT) From: kick barber <[email protected]> Subject: Shy Steven.B, a boyzhair story part 1 (M/t/b, first time, oral, anal, hair) Special thanks to my friend Chaim who helped. Legal things are a personal matter. Respect the copyright and this is for 16+ only. Comments and suggestions are always very welcome at: [email protected] (I will answer them all!) If you have pictures of the main characters of this story you are very welcome! Shy Steven B., lover of boyzhair Steven was a gorgeous smiling 14 year old boy with beautiful dark eyes, a well developed body and a wonderful mop of dark strong hair. If you see him, you would expect him to be very popular with the boys and the girls, but no truth in that at all. Steven was a shy boy who hated to be with the boys in all their sports and computer games and never laid an eye on giggling and screaming girls. On the road to school he was a solitude biker, not being able to get in touch with one of the schoolmates. He liked to play the piano, listen to classical music, liked to dress in smart clothes and to keep his hair well dressed, combing it at every chance he had. It confused him to be without any contact but nobody who spoke his language, nobody who asked him about the pieces his was studying, nobody who talked about clothes and hairstyle. Yes, the adults gave him support for his looks and abilities. And of course at school he was the best student, another omen for other kids not to get to close! Secretly Steven looked to some other boys at school, their clothes and their newest hair styles. Especially looking at the boys who had their hair growing longer again, with sideburns and some more in the neck, caused a ticklish feeling in his lower belly. The feeling he knew so well from the games he played in bed after he had been grooming himself for a mirror. Having nobody to talk to about his feelings, nor take part in the boyish teen talk he wasn't very sure what it was all about, he only could be loving himself, seducing himself for the mirror and have a great wank almost every night. Things started to chance when his piano teacher, a nice elderly lady took a long time off for vacation and a new teacher came to replace her at her place. It was her nephew who was a talented piano student at the music academy who had come to stay in her house to take care of the garden, animals and all her "sweet darling" piano students. Steven walked as usual in the piano room and saw a nice man teaching a small boy who apparently now had his lesson before him. Something in the air gave him a sensual feeling. The teacher was a young man with sharp clothes and great white blond hair carefully combed. The teacher introduced himself as Jim and also the boy: Jamie. Although much younger, Jamie seemed to feel at ease and played freely on the instrument while Jim told Steven to take out his coat and get his books ready. Then he went back to Jamie and Steven noticed that Jim wrote the lesson in Jamie's book while caressing Jamie's neck and hair. Jamie even shifted closer so that it looked like they had a close encounter of some kind. Steve had a shiver down his spine when he watched the two. When Jamie left Jim invited Steve to sit beside him on the piano bench. "Don't pay attention to Jamie," Jim said "He is a very sweet boy who never sees his father, so I'm his replacement I guess" Steve wondered why Jim explained so quickly his behaviour to Jamie. After all he already felt he wouldn't mind to be so close to Jim like Jamie. Knowing Jim only 5 minutes he was already attracted to his new teacher, but could only shift on the bench and smile without saying anything. An attitude he performed always anyhow everywhere. Steven hesitated to start playing, something about Jim made things boil inside, could it be his tight pants or muscular arms and breast, or was it his hair so artistic wavy yellow blond? The teacher seemed to try to make feel Steve at home. He walked around him, touching his shoulders and reassuring Steven of the quality of the music, the level and the perfect condition of the books. When Steve started to play at last, his hands were shaking more then ever before, even the easiest pieces didn't come out like he could. "I think I'm nervous" thought Steven, "but why?" Jim though took all the tricks out of his pocket to make his new student feel comfortable by asking what music he liked, what else he was interested in, but didn't succeed to get more then big smiles and short answers. "Do you like concerts then if you're interested in classical music?" Jim asked. "I've never been to a concert," Steven replied. Being involved on the farm with his parents there wasn't much time or knowledge of films, concerts or what so ever in the big city. "Well, do you like to join me and other students to a piano concert, I sometimes manage to get some free tickets" Jim said friendly. Now Steven managed to say more then a few words, such a chance couldn't be missed! "When will it be then? How do I get in town? Where is it given?" Steven was surprised by his own eagerness to be a part of Jim's world and his students, going to the big city where everything seemed to be so different. Thinking of being in the city late at night with this nice men and some boys who liked also classical music made his heart beat faster. Automatically his hands raised to his hair and started pushing his model more in form, as if he made himself irresistible to be sure to be invited. Same feelings as in his bedroom make him shiver once more. Jim was amused by this unexpected reaction of his new student. "Yes, I like your hair, it suites you very well!" Jim joked, looking admirably at Stevens hair. Steven blushed, he so hoped Jim wouldn't have noticed his strange action. Now Jim got some feelings coming up, he liked boys being fond of hairdressing too. Time for an careful further exploration. "Do you always wear it like that, or do you like to change your hair model sometimes?" Now Steven blushed even more, not to know what to do with the attention for something he liked most himself. "I wouldn't know" he lied not to betray his fetish. "Oh, when I was your age, I had my hair different almost any day, we had so many different fashion. And it was fun to belong to one group one day and another day!" Jim went on talking and walking around Steven, touching occasionally a shoulder, arm or back. He seemed to enjoy this new student with its great looks very much! Steven felt more and more confused, but wanted to express all his willingness to his new teacher! Trying to give the right answers and smiling more then usual he was getting more nervous and touched his hair and pushed it once more again. Jim saw it as an answer to his question and put his hands in the beautiful mop of his new student. "You're doing a right job man, it looks great if you do it like that, shall I try to help you too?" As usual Steven just smiled and murmured something like "okay" Now Jim wasn't only working his hands in Stevens' hair but also took a comb and started to comb it over again. Steven was to embarrassed to protest, but to his amazement he discovered that he tremendously enjoyed this very special treatment instead of having piano lesson! "Now, that's what I call the perfect hairdressing, do you like it?" Steven looked puzzled, how could he like what he couldn't see. Jim laughed and quickly took a mirror from the wall and showed Steven what he he had made of his hair! Steven blushed again and remembered how he liked to admire himself. looking at the mirror and wanking. Now he looked even more seductive then he ever 'd seen himself before! His cock grew so fast now that it was difficult to keep sit still on the narrow piano bench, but of course he couldn't start wanking now! While Jim showed him the mirror and walked around him Jim's tights now touched Steven's elbow. With such tight jeans Steven had to feel that Jim had developed quite a hardon. The whole model of the jeans became out of shape with the bulge to be seen in front of it! Still Steven didn't see or feel anything, occupied as he was what to do with his growing dick. When Jim mounted the mirror again, Steven followed him to look at the mirror once more, not knowing really what to do else to hide his growing dick. Walking he had to readjust it to be able to walk anyhow. Jim saw the movement and still being horny after the hugging lesson with Jamie he almost couldn't stop himself jumping right away on his new conquest. But he also understood that Steven was an innocent virgin boy to be approached with great care despite his jumping needs! "Let's play!" he said. Steven walked back to the piano and looked to his teacher what to do next. Play? Play what? With what? Jim understood the boys dilemma. Here was a boy ready to go, he had pulled the trigger and the poor boy didn't understand his feelings and couldn't find a way to surrender to his needs, clearly visible! "Do you like my lesson" Jim tried. Steven nodded fiercely. "Did you liked me doing your hair?" Jim tried again. Again Steven nodded even more fiercely. "Would you like me to teach you what you can do more with that beautiful hair of yours? And your beautiful body?" Jim said next softly. Steven looked puzzled, but nodded again. "Look Steven, you are a beautiful boy, you have beautiful hair, beautiful face, eyes and teeth. You're so damned beautiful that everybody should fall for your great appearance. I guess you have many girl friends or may be boys who love you very much?" Steven looked at Jim, and carefully shook his head: "Not really...." "Nobody ever told you you're such a hunk?" Well, Steven never heard of that word, but shook and nodded again in his ignorance and eagerness. "So you'd also never made.........sex with anybody yet?" Steven blushed and shook again his head. "Then it's time you learn how great that can be! Do you want that?" Just a nod. "Do you want it now?" Another, less nod. Now Jim couldn't wait longer getting his hands all over the boy. Steven let himself cuddled by the enthusiastic teacher. No more questions were asked, it was doing time now! "What a strange piano lesson," he thought, "but I like this lesson, although I don't know what is going to happen" Jim knew he had to take it easy and kept on cuddling the trembling boy, moving his hands all over his body over and over. More and more he let his hands rest on the crotch and the butt, squeezing it every time he passed that lovely spots. Steven only could moan and let himself drop in the hands of his first lover. He'd never expected that sweet hands could make his body so tense and trembling. The longer Jim worked on the boy, the more the boy surrendered himself to his master. With his eyes closed he felt his belt taken of and a few fingers slipped under his C.K. brief touching his belly and slowly lowering to his rock hard rod. The first fingers touching his love stick caused a wild jumping on the still to little piano seat. Both almost felt off and they laughed about it. "Come let's get more comfortable" Jim told his conquest. He led the sleepwalking boy to the couch and put him on it like a newborn baby. Still with his eyes closed Steven was waiting for the next move, helping only a little with his hands to lower his pants. Jim saw the form of the beautiful fresh little stiff teen cock sharply in the short. "Can I see what's there?" Steven nodded and giggled. All that sweet feelings he knew from his one man sex now came back double and he felt his cock had to be released from the tight jockey. Slowly Jim lowered the slip, careful over the bouncing dick and immediately put his lips on the young stem, his tongue slowly massaging the piss slit. Now Steven moaned even more and wiggled like mad on the couch. Of course Jim's mouth couldn't follow that wild outburst so he used his hands to get a hold of the prick once more. "Oh go on, go on" Steven now moaned. "Aaaaaaagh aaaaagh", was his next song and: "YEeessss, OHHHhhhh,, aaaaRRggghh...Ugghh. Ahhhhh" His hands took Jim's head to have him more violently suck his cock. He never felt such strong streams in his belly and wiggled as much in Jim's mouth to ease the strong pulsing groins ready to shoot his milk as never before. Now Steven sat up to watch and help his new lover to suck the most of it. Although Jim knew the a first good suck off shouldn't be interrupted, he once lift his head and asked Steven: "You still like it?" "Oh yes, please go on" Steven said grapping Jim's head to make him suck again. But Jim wanted a little more closeness now and clutched Steven head as well, stroking his hands through his hair. "You're a beautiful and very sexy boy Steven, you're doing great. Now enjoy it, don't hustle to much, relax now. It can be even more heavenly! Watch this!" Now Jim played with the little stiff tits of Steven. Kissed his tits and worked his tongue up to his face. Steven never thought of kissing but Jim's tongue nearing his lips made him gasp for a kiss. His ever first kiss was deep and very long, while his body was twisting in the arms of his sex tutor. Jim, feeling that the wild virgin boy was to come to his the first cream culmination didn't want to spoil it by prolonging it any longer. So after fixing once more the great mop of hair he laid the boy down, looked at his beautiful pupil and went for the final suck. Only after a few sucks the white cream of the strong boy shot out of his hot rock hard rod, moving all sides so only a few drips ended up in Jim's mouth. Jim face and hair also was covered with the milk of the small teen boy having his first great suck. Again Jim wondered why nobody else had noticed the needs of this beautiful lad with his pretty look and strong body. The exhausted boy lay all knocked out with a very big smile on his face. "Do you want more piano lesson, Steven, or do you rather go to another teacher?" he laughed at the boy. "I want piano lessons every day, Every day 10 times!" Steve answered his hero. "We're gonna have a lot of fun, Steven, there are many new books I want you to teach from." "and will we go to concerts then too?" "O yes, may be just the two of us, or just with boys you like most!" "Thank you, it was great!" were the last words of Steven. &gt;From then he had fallen back in his smiling and nodding behaviour. But his smile looked bigger from now. He learned were real life is all about! And Jim couldn't wait for more lessons. After all his crotch was still waiting for a beautiful 13 year old boy with dark hair, great eyes and beautiful teeth. And he fixed his hair, with the gel of the fresh seed of his little pupil. Steven left after a drink and stopped for one second at the door to have his butt patted by his first friend. As usual feeling unsure, but not about returning as soon as possible. May be that's why he left his books on the piano? end of part one read more in part 2 Steven makes more friends and got more lessons reactions of boyzhairlovers welcome at [email protected] </[email protected]> </div></div>
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Date: Sun, 3 Nov 2019 00:12:27 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Shaq's Boys 2 Shareef O'Neal was sitting on his porch steps, at home, when Lebron James came walking up to him, with his son, Lebron "Bronny" James Jr. "Hey, man. I'm glad you could meet with me, today." Lebron said. "Yea, well, my mom said you had something important to tell me." Shareef said. "Well, I don't have something to tell you," LeBron said, looking at his son. "my son does." Bronny looked down, nervously at his feet. "Well...Go on, tell him." Bronny looked up at Shareef, too a deep breath and said, "I have a crush on you." If Shareef hadn't already been sitting down, he would have fell to the ground. "Say what?" Shareef asked, shocked. "Yea, you heard correctly." Lebron said. "My son's got a little crush on you." "For real?" Shareef asked Bronny. Bronny looked down at the ground and said, "Yea...I do." Shareef grabbed Bronny's chin and lifted his head up. "What was that?" Shareef asked. "Look at me when you're talking to me, okay?" "Yea, I got a crush on you." Bronny said, looking Shareef dead in his eye. Shareef smiled and said, "Prove it!" "How?" Bronny asked, confused. "How can I prove how much I got a crush on you?" "If you really had a crush on me," Shareef began. "You'd do anything I asked you to do, right?" "Yea... So, what do you want me to do?" Bronny asked nervously. Shareef looked at Lebron and said, "Take off all your clothes, right here, right now." Bronny looked at his dad. "What are you looking at me for?" Lebron asked his son. "You heard the man. Get to strippin', son." "This is crazy!" Bronny thought to himself as he started taking off his clothes. He started with his sneakers and socks. "Damn, Bronny's got the sexiest feet I've ever seen!" Lebron thought to himself. "That's it! From now on, Bronny's gonna be barefoot, all the time, while he's at home!" Lebron looked on as Bronny continued to strip out of his clothes. The next thing to go was his shirt. Underneath his shirt, Bronny was hiding a toned swimmer's body that was definitely on point. It even made Shareef smile a bit. Next, Bronny pulled down his pants and underwear, dropping them to the ground and stepping out of them. "Well, damn!" Shareef exclaimed as he looked lecherously at Bronny's body! Bronny covered his dick and balls, a little embarrassed to be naked in public. "Move them hands, man." Shareef said. Bronny looked to his father to bail him out of his predicament, again. Again, Lebron would not. "You heard them man." Lebron said. "Move them hands!" Reluctantly, Bronny moved his hands, revealing his semi hard nine-inch dick. Shareef quickly moved towards Bronny. Bronny thought Shareef was gonna go for his dick but, he didn't. Instead, Shareef went around Bronny, to his backside. "Damn, Bronny!" Shareef exclaimed. "You got a nice ass!" SMACK! Bronny nearly jumped out of his skin when Shareef smacked his ass. "Lebron, have you seen your son's ass?" Shareef asked in amazement. "Not recently, no." Lebron said walking over to where Shareef was. "You have got to take a look at this ass, man." Shareef said as he groped Bronny's firm, muscular ass. Lebron put his hand on his son's other butt cheek. "Damn, you right!" Lebron said, surprised. "Bronny's got a nice muscle ass on him!" Both Shareef and Lebron roughly felt up Bronny's ass. "Hell, yeah! That's a real mighty fine ass right there!" Meanwhile, Bronny's dick was starting to get rock hard. "Well, look what we have here!" Bronny was all kinds of caught. Lebron had noticed his son's hard dick. He reached out and slowly stroked his son's dick. Bronny wanted to stop him but, it felt so damn good! "So, Bronny, you like it rough, hunh?" Shareef asked as he slapped Bronny on the ass, again. This time Bronny's dick was rock hard and dripping cum onto the floor. "Look at what you done did." Shareef shook his head in mock disapproval. "I think you need to clean up that mess...with your tongue!" Bronny didn't even bother to look to his dad for help. He just got down on his hands and knees and licked the cum up with his tongue. As he licked the cum up, he could feel someone's finger going up his ass. He looked up slightly and saw his dad. Lebron was just standing there, grinning. That meant it was Shareef who had his finger up his ass. "Damn, this ass is tight!" Shareef said. "I'm gonna love goin' up in it!" Shareef was surprised at how tightly Bronny's ass lips tightened around his finger. "Damn, Lebron! Your son's asshole's got a vice grip on my finger!" Shareef said. "Fuck!" "Shit, Bronny," Lebron said. "You must really want that dick!" It was true. From the moment Bronny had seen Shareef, he'd wanted that dick; would do anything for that dick. He backed his ass up on Shareef's finger. "You want another finger up in you?" Shareef asked. "Yess!" Bronny moaned softly. Please!" While he put a second finger up Bronny's ass, Shareef fondled other parts of Bronny's tight, muscular body. He reached underneath and groped Bronny's dick and balls. "Mmm." Bronny moaned softly. "You like that, hunh?" Shareef asked. "Mm hm." Bronny said, looking into Shareef's eyes. Shareef cupped Bronny's nuts in his hand. "You got some real nice sized nuts, man." Shareef said. Having Shareef's hand on his balls was really turning Bronny on. As Shareef fondles his balls in his hands, Bronny's dick started to get hard, again. "MMMMMMM!" "Shareef looked at Lebron and said, "I think your son really likes that." "I think you're right." Lebron said. Shareef noticed that a bulge was starting to form in Lebron's pants. That gave Shareef an idea. He bent down and whispered into Bronny's ear. "Why don't you go ask your dad if you can suck his dick." Bronny looked at Shareef, a little shocked. "Go ahead." Shareef said. "Then I'll let you suck mine." Bronny crawled over to his dad and asked, "Dad, would you like me to suck your dick?" Lebron was a little taken aback by the question. He looked at Shareef who grinned back at him. "Sure, man." He said as he unzipped his pants. "I'd like that a lot." He pulled out his nine-and-a-half-inch dick. Bronny opened his mouth and swallowed most of it down. "Mmmm, that feels great, Bronny!" While Bronny was sucking his dad's dick, Shareef come up behind him and continued playing his ass, dick, and, balls. He put two fingers up Bronny's ass and stroked Bronny's eight-inch dick with his other hand. Bronny's eyes bugged out in surprise. He kept his composure as best he could. He continued to suck his dad's dick. "Oh, yea, Bronny, suck my dick, man!" Lebron moaned. "Suck that shit!" Lebron wished he'd known that his son could suck dick like this. "If I had known about your dick sucking skills, I would have had you sucking my dick a whole lot sooner! Fuck!" Bronny was beyond hot at that moment. Because Shareef was stroking his dick, it was hard and started dripping cum, again. Shareef saw the cum dripping and looked at Bronny and grinned. Then he put his hand under Bronny's dick, letting the cum drip into his hand. When he had enough, Shareef smeared the cum in Bronny's face. Lebron saw it and all he could do was laugh. Then he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his cell phone. Bronny went to wipe the cum off his face but, Lebron stopped him, saying, "Leave it right where it is, son!" Then Lebron quickly took a picture of Bronny's cum-drenched face. "I can't wait to show this to all your friends!" At first, Bronny was horrified about having globs of cum on his face and the fact that his friends would see him looking like that. Then, he felt Shareef put a third finger up his ass. "MMMMMMM!" Bronny moaned aloud. Suddenly, he didn't care who saw him with cum on his face. All he cared about was Shareef and what he was doing to his asshole. "You like them fingers up your ass, don't you, Bronny?" Lebron asked his son. "Y-yes, S-sir." Bronny stuttered. Shareef winked at Lebron and said, "How about I give you something wetter to think about, Bronny?" Shareef went behind Bronny and got down on his knees. Then he spread Bronny's firm ass cheeks apart and slid his tongue up Bronny's ass. Bronny squealed with his dad's dick still in his mouth. Bronny tried to get his mouth of his dad's dick but, Lebron grabbed him by the hair, essentially holding his head in place. "Where do you think you're going, Mister?" Lebron asked his son. "You ain't done with my dick, yet." So, Bronny continued sucking his dad's dick While Shareef tongued his hole. "Mmmm!" Bronny moaned. Shareef's cold, wet tongue was driving him wild. Shareef slid his tongue in and out of Bronny's hole like a snake, making Bronny hotter and hotter. "OH, FUCK!" Lebron roared. "I'M GONNA CUMMM!" He pulled out of Bronny's mouth and.... "FFFUUUCCCKKK!" Lebron gave Bronny's face a second coating of cum! "Open your mouth, Bronny." Bronny did as he was told. Next thing he knew, his dad was cumming in his mouth! "Swallow all that protein, boy!" Lebron said with a smile. "Don't you dare spill a drop!" So, Bronny swallowed as much of his dad's cum as he possibly could. "How did your old man's cum taste, son?" "It tasted good, dad?" Bronny said. "Good, son." Lebron said as he stroked his son's dick, making him shiver a little. "P-please s-stop, d-dad." Bronny said. "I-I'm g-gonna c-cum!" Lebron got a wicked look on his face as he continued to stroke Bronny's dick. "FFUUCCKK!" Sure enough, Bronny came, again, for a third time! This time Bronny collected the cum and put it in Bronny's hair and ears. "Come on, dad!" Bronny said, exasperated. "What are you trying to do to me?" "Cover you in cum!" Lebron said with an evil smile. Bronny just shook his head. With Shareef's tongue up his ass and his dad playing with his dick, Bronny was going crazy! "SOMEONE FUCK ME!" He roared. "PLEASE!" Both Lebron and Shareef work shocked to hear Bronny lose it like that. "Alright, son. Calm down." Lebron said soothingly. "Shareef's gonna fuck you right now." "Bronny, lay on your back," Shareef said. "With your legs in the air." Bronny got down into position. Then, after caressing Bronny's hole one last time, Shareef slid his dick up inside him. "FFUUCCKK!" Bronny cried out. Shareef's dick was one of the biggest dicks he'd had in him in quite some time. "SSHHIITT!" Bronny felt like his asshole was being ripped open. "GOD DAMN!" Shareef slowly slid his dick in and out of Bronny's hole, long stroking his hole. Shareef looked at Lebron as if to say, "What are we gonna do?" Lebron had an idea. He quickly took off his shoes, socks, pants, and, underwear. "Bronny, I want you to stick that long tongue of yours up my ass." He said. He sat down on Bronny's face. Minutes later... "That's it, man. Get that tongue way up in there; as far as you can go." Lebron bounced up and down on Bronny's tongue. "Oooo, shit, yea! That feels so good, Bronny! I love it!" As Bronny tongued fucked his dad's hole, Shareef bean fucking his hole. He long stroked Bronny's tight hole, trying to get it loose. "Oooh, this ass is on point!" Shareef said. "It's so damn tight and wet!" "Is it, now?" Lebron asked. Shareef pulled out for a moment. "Come feel this, man." Shareef said. Lebron reached over and slid his middle finger up Bronny's hole. "MMMMM!" Bronny moaned loudly. "Relax, son." Lebron said. "It's okay. Just checking how deep that boi pussy goes." Bronny's asshole closed tightly around Lebron's finger. "DAMN!" He looked at Shareef in shock. "Bronny's hole is tight as fuck!" "I told you." Shareef said, smiling broadly. He slid his dick back up inside Bronny and began to piston fuck his hole. "MMMMM!" Bronny moaned. "Relax, Bronny. Relax." Lebron said, soothingly. He reached down and stroked Bronny's dick. He could feel Bronny relaxing a bit underneath him. "Yea, that's it, man. Just relax." Lebron slowly stroked Bronny's dick, making him moan. He looked over at Shareef, who was tearing up his son's asshole and made a kissing motion. So, Shareef leaned forward and kissed Lebron on the lips. "Damn, your lips are soft!" He said to Lebron. "I was gonna say the same thing about your lips." Lebron said. So, they decided to kiss again. This time, the kiss was longer and more passionate. "Damn, them lips!" Lebron exclaimed. He had never felt a pair of lips like that before. In truth, neither had Shareef. Then Shareef reached over with one hand and started caressing Lebron's nipples. "Mmmm." Lebron moaned softly. "Pinch them harder." Shareef pinched Lebron's nipples harder, leaving marks on his skin. "MMMMMMM!" Lebron moaned. He bounced up and down on his son's tongue a whole lot faster. Then, his dick got hard, again. He gripped it and stroked it furiously. "AWWWWW, FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!" He shot this load all over his son's sweaty chest. "Damn, man!" Shareef said, astounded. "You got a lot of cum in you!" Lebron shot several more loads until his son's chest was covered in cum. That shit really turned Shareef on. He fucked Bronny's hole like a man possessed. "MMMFFFF!" Bronny moaned. "MMMMFFFFF!" His asshole was just getting torn apart! "AWWW, FUCK!" Shareef roared, suddenly. "I'M GONNA CUMMM!" "Cum in my mouth!" Lebron said, excited. Shareef looked at Lebron as if he were crazy. He was definitely not expecting to hear that from him. Shareef didn't have time to decided what to do. He quickly got up and walked over to Lebron, who opened his mouth wide. "FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!" Load after load slid down Lebron's throat until Shareef was finally empty. Lebron got up and Bronny began to stroke his own dick. "MMMMMMM!" He moaned loudly. Then, suddenly.... "I'M CUMMIN'!" Shareef quickly bent down and opened his mouth. Bronny sprayed his cum down Shareef's throat. Bronny came for, at least, two whole minutes! "God damn, Bronny!" Lebron said, shocked. "You came as much as I did!" "Like father, like son." Bronny said with a grin. After swallowing Bronny's cum, Shareef said, "That was so damn hot!" He looked at Bronny and smiled. "Did I fuck you good." "Hell yea!" Bronny said emphatically. "Let's see the damage he did." Lebron said. Bronny turned over, letting them see his booty. "Damn, Shareef! You tore that booty up, man! Good job!" Lebron rubbed Bronny's ass cheeks. Then Shareef did the same. "If ya'll keep touching me like that, I'm gonna cum again." Bronny said. So, Lebron and Shareef fondled his ass even more. Cum shot out of Bronny's dick like a twelve-gauge shotgun. "L-Lord, I-I h-hate y-you b-both!" The End
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Sun, 3 Nov 2019 00:12:27 -0400 From: [email protected] Subject: Shaq's Boys 2 Shareef O'Neal was sitting on his porch steps, at home, when Lebron James came walking up to him, with his son, Lebron "Bronny" James Jr. "Hey, man. I'm glad you could meet with me, today." Lebron said. "Yea, well, my mom said you had something important to tell me." Shareef said. "Well, I don't have something to tell you," LeBron said, looking at his son. "my son does." Bronny looked down, nervously at his feet. "Well...Go on, tell him." Bronny looked up at Shareef, too a deep breath and said, "I have a crush on you." If Shareef hadn't already been sitting down, he would have fell to the ground. "Say what?" Shareef asked, shocked. "Yea, you heard correctly." Lebron said. "My son's got a little crush on you." "For real?" Shareef asked Bronny. Bronny looked down at the ground and said, "Yea...I do." Shareef grabbed Bronny's chin and lifted his head up. "What was that?" Shareef asked. "Look at me when you're talking to me, okay?" "Yea, I got a crush on you." Bronny said, looking Shareef dead in his eye. Shareef smiled and said, "Prove it!" "How?" Bronny asked, confused. "How can I prove how much I got a crush on you?" "If you really had a crush on me," Shareef began. "You'd do anything I asked you to do, right?" "Yea... So, what do you want me to do?" Bronny asked nervously. Shareef looked at Lebron and said, "Take off all your clothes, right here, right now." Bronny looked at his dad. "What are you looking at me for?" Lebron asked his son. "You heard the man. Get to strippin', son." "This is crazy!" Bronny thought to himself as he started taking off his clothes. He started with his sneakers and socks. "Damn, Bronny's got the sexiest feet I've ever seen!" Lebron thought to himself. "That's it! From now on, Bronny's gonna be barefoot, all the time, while he's at home!" Lebron looked on as Bronny continued to strip out of his clothes. The next thing to go was his shirt. Underneath his shirt, Bronny was hiding a toned swimmer's body that was definitely on point. It even made Shareef smile a bit. Next, Bronny pulled down his pants and underwear, dropping them to the ground and stepping out of them. "Well, damn!" Shareef exclaimed as he looked lecherously at Bronny's body! Bronny covered his dick and balls, a little embarrassed to be naked in public. "Move them hands, man." Shareef said. Bronny looked to his father to bail him out of his predicament, again. Again, Lebron would not. "You heard them man." Lebron said. "Move them hands!" Reluctantly, Bronny moved his hands, revealing his semi hard nine-inch dick. Shareef quickly moved towards Bronny. Bronny thought Shareef was gonna go for his dick but, he didn't. Instead, Shareef went around Bronny, to his backside. "Damn, Bronny!" Shareef exclaimed. "You got a nice ass!" SMACK! Bronny nearly jumped out of his skin when Shareef smacked his ass. "Lebron, have you seen your son's ass?" Shareef asked in amazement. "Not recently, no." Lebron said walking over to where Shareef was. "You have got to take a look at this ass, man." Shareef said as he groped Bronny's firm, muscular ass. Lebron put his hand on his son's other butt cheek. "Damn, you right!" Lebron said, surprised. "Bronny's got a nice muscle ass on him!" Both Shareef and Lebron roughly felt up Bronny's ass. "Hell, yeah! That's a real mighty fine ass right there!" Meanwhile, Bronny's dick was starting to get rock hard. "Well, look what we have here!" Bronny was all kinds of caught. Lebron had noticed his son's hard dick. He reached out and slowly stroked his son's dick. Bronny wanted to stop him but, it felt so damn good! "So, Bronny, you like it rough, hunh?" Shareef asked as he slapped Bronny on the ass, again. This time Bronny's dick was rock hard and dripping cum onto the floor. "Look at what you done did." Shareef shook his head in mock disapproval. "I think you need to clean up that mess...with your tongue!" Bronny didn't even bother to look to his dad for help. He just got down on his hands and knees and licked the cum up with his tongue. As he licked the cum up, he could feel someone's finger going up his ass. He looked up slightly and saw his dad. Lebron was just standing there, grinning. That meant it was Shareef who had his finger up his ass. "Damn, this ass is tight!" Shareef said. "I'm gonna love goin' up in it!" Shareef was surprised at how tightly Bronny's ass lips tightened around his finger. "Damn, Lebron! Your son's asshole's got a vice grip on my finger!" Shareef said. "Fuck!" "Shit, Bronny," Lebron said. "You must really want that dick!" It was true. From the moment Bronny had seen Shareef, he'd wanted that dick; would do anything for that dick. He backed his ass up on Shareef's finger. "You want another finger up in you?" Shareef asked. "Yess!" Bronny moaned softly. Please!" While he put a second finger up Bronny's ass, Shareef fondled other parts of Bronny's tight, muscular body. He reached underneath and groped Bronny's dick and balls. "Mmm." Bronny moaned softly. "You like that, hunh?" Shareef asked. "Mm hm." Bronny said, looking into Shareef's eyes. Shareef cupped Bronny's nuts in his hand. "You got some real nice sized nuts, man." Shareef said. Having Shareef's hand on his balls was really turning Bronny on. As Shareef fondles his balls in his hands, Bronny's dick started to get hard, again. "MMMMMMM!" "Shareef looked at Lebron and said, "I think your son really likes that." "I think you're right." Lebron said. Shareef noticed that a bulge was starting to form in Lebron's pants. That gave Shareef an idea. He bent down and whispered into Bronny's ear. "Why don't you go ask your dad if you can suck his dick." Bronny looked at Shareef, a little shocked. "Go ahead." Shareef said. "Then I'll let you suck mine." Bronny crawled over to his dad and asked, "Dad, would you like me to suck your dick?" Lebron was a little taken aback by the question. He looked at Shareef who grinned back at him. "Sure, man." He said as he unzipped his pants. "I'd like that a lot." He pulled out his nine-and-a-half-inch dick. Bronny opened his mouth and swallowed most of it down. "Mmmm, that feels great, Bronny!" While Bronny was sucking his dad's dick, Shareef come up behind him and continued playing his ass, dick, and, balls. He put two fingers up Bronny's ass and stroked Bronny's eight-inch dick with his other hand. Bronny's eyes bugged out in surprise. He kept his composure as best he could. He continued to suck his dad's dick. "Oh, yea, Bronny, suck my dick, man!" Lebron moaned. "Suck that shit!" Lebron wished he'd known that his son could suck dick like this. "If I had known about your dick sucking skills, I would have had you sucking my dick a whole lot sooner! Fuck!" Bronny was beyond hot at that moment. Because Shareef was stroking his dick, it was hard and started dripping cum, again. Shareef saw the cum dripping and looked at Bronny and grinned. Then he put his hand under Bronny's dick, letting the cum drip into his hand. When he had enough, Shareef smeared the cum in Bronny's face. Lebron saw it and all he could do was laugh. Then he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his cell phone. Bronny went to wipe the cum off his face but, Lebron stopped him, saying, "Leave it right where it is, son!" Then Lebron quickly took a picture of Bronny's cum-drenched face. "I can't wait to show this to all your friends!" At first, Bronny was horrified about having globs of cum on his face and the fact that his friends would see him looking like that. Then, he felt Shareef put a third finger up his ass. "MMMMMMM!" Bronny moaned aloud. Suddenly, he didn't care who saw him with cum on his face. All he cared about was Shareef and what he was doing to his asshole. "You like them fingers up your ass, don't you, Bronny?" Lebron asked his son. "Y-yes, S-sir." Bronny stuttered. Shareef winked at Lebron and said, "How about I give you something wetter to think about, Bronny?" Shareef went behind Bronny and got down on his knees. Then he spread Bronny's firm ass cheeks apart and slid his tongue up Bronny's ass. Bronny squealed with his dad's dick still in his mouth. Bronny tried to get his mouth of his dad's dick but, Lebron grabbed him by the hair, essentially holding his head in place. "Where do you think you're going, Mister?" Lebron asked his son. "You ain't done with my dick, yet." So, Bronny continued sucking his dad's dick While Shareef tongued his hole. "Mmmm!" Bronny moaned. Shareef's cold, wet tongue was driving him wild. Shareef slid his tongue in and out of Bronny's hole like a snake, making Bronny hotter and hotter. "OH, FUCK!" Lebron roared. "I'M GONNA CUMMM!" He pulled out of Bronny's mouth and.... "FFFUUUCCCKKK!" Lebron gave Bronny's face a second coating of cum! "Open your mouth, Bronny." Bronny did as he was told. Next thing he knew, his dad was cumming in his mouth! "Swallow all that protein, boy!" Lebron said with a smile. "Don't you dare spill a drop!" So, Bronny swallowed as much of his dad's cum as he possibly could. "How did your old man's cum taste, son?" "It tasted good, dad?" Bronny said. "Good, son." Lebron said as he stroked his son's dick, making him shiver a little. "P-please s-stop, d-dad." Bronny said. "I-I'm g-gonna c-cum!" Lebron got a wicked look on his face as he continued to stroke Bronny's dick. "FFUUCCKK!" Sure enough, Bronny came, again, for a third time! This time Bronny collected the cum and put it in Bronny's hair and ears. "Come on, dad!" Bronny said, exasperated. "What are you trying to do to me?" "Cover you in cum!" Lebron said with an evil smile. Bronny just shook his head. With Shareef's tongue up his ass and his dad playing with his dick, Bronny was going crazy! "SOMEONE FUCK ME!" He roared. "PLEASE!" Both Lebron and Shareef work shocked to hear Bronny lose it like that. "Alright, son. Calm down." Lebron said soothingly. "Shareef's gonna fuck you right now." "Bronny, lay on your back," Shareef said. "With your legs in the air." Bronny got down into position. Then, after caressing Bronny's hole one last time, Shareef slid his dick up inside him. "FFUUCCKK!" Bronny cried out. Shareef's dick was one of the biggest dicks he'd had in him in quite some time. "SSHHIITT!" Bronny felt like his asshole was being ripped open. "GOD DAMN!" Shareef slowly slid his dick in and out of Bronny's hole, long stroking his hole. Shareef looked at Lebron as if to say, "What are we gonna do?" Lebron had an idea. He quickly took off his shoes, socks, pants, and, underwear. "Bronny, I want you to stick that long tongue of yours up my ass." He said. He sat down on Bronny's face. Minutes later... "That's it, man. Get that tongue way up in there; as far as you can go." Lebron bounced up and down on Bronny's tongue. "Oooo, shit, yea! That feels so good, Bronny! I love it!" As Bronny tongued fucked his dad's hole, Shareef bean fucking his hole. He long stroked Bronny's tight hole, trying to get it loose. "Oooh, this ass is on point!" Shareef said. "It's so damn tight and wet!" "Is it, now?" Lebron asked. Shareef pulled out for a moment. "Come feel this, man." Shareef said. Lebron reached over and slid his middle finger up Bronny's hole. "MMMMM!" Bronny moaned loudly. "Relax, son." Lebron said. "It's okay. Just checking how deep that boi pussy goes." Bronny's asshole closed tightly around Lebron's finger. "DAMN!" He looked at Shareef in shock. "Bronny's hole is tight as fuck!" "I told you." Shareef said, smiling broadly. He slid his dick back up inside Bronny and began to piston fuck his hole. "MMMMM!" Bronny moaned. "Relax, Bronny. Relax." Lebron said, soothingly. He reached down and stroked Bronny's dick. He could feel Bronny relaxing a bit underneath him. "Yea, that's it, man. Just relax." Lebron slowly stroked Bronny's dick, making him moan. He looked over at Shareef, who was tearing up his son's asshole and made a kissing motion. So, Shareef leaned forward and kissed Lebron on the lips. "Damn, your lips are soft!" He said to Lebron. "I was gonna say the same thing about your lips." Lebron said. So, they decided to kiss again. This time, the kiss was longer and more passionate. "Damn, them lips!" Lebron exclaimed. He had never felt a pair of lips like that before. In truth, neither had Shareef. Then Shareef reached over with one hand and started caressing Lebron's nipples. "Mmmm." Lebron moaned softly. "Pinch them harder." Shareef pinched Lebron's nipples harder, leaving marks on his skin. "MMMMMMM!" Lebron moaned. He bounced up and down on his son's tongue a whole lot faster. Then, his dick got hard, again. He gripped it and stroked it furiously. "AWWWWW, FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!" He shot this load all over his son's sweaty chest. "Damn, man!" Shareef said, astounded. "You got a lot of cum in you!" Lebron shot several more loads until his son's chest was covered in cum. That shit really turned Shareef on. He fucked Bronny's hole like a man possessed. "MMMFFFF!" Bronny moaned. "MMMMFFFFF!" His asshole was just getting torn apart! "AWWW, FUCK!" Shareef roared, suddenly. "I'M GONNA CUMMM!" "Cum in my mouth!" Lebron said, excited. Shareef looked at Lebron as if he were crazy. He was definitely not expecting to hear that from him. Shareef didn't have time to decided what to do. He quickly got up and walked over to Lebron, who opened his mouth wide. "FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!" Load after load slid down Lebron's throat until Shareef was finally empty. Lebron got up and Bronny began to stroke his own dick. "MMMMMMM!" He moaned loudly. Then, suddenly.... "I'M CUMMIN'!" Shareef quickly bent down and opened his mouth. Bronny sprayed his cum down Shareef's throat. Bronny came for, at least, two whole minutes! "God damn, Bronny!" Lebron said, shocked. "You came as much as I did!" "Like father, like son." Bronny said with a grin. After swallowing Bronny's cum, Shareef said, "That was so damn hot!" He looked at Bronny and smiled. "Did I fuck you good." "Hell yea!" Bronny said emphatically. "Let's see the damage he did." Lebron said. Bronny turned over, letting them see his booty. "Damn, Shareef! You tore that booty up, man! Good job!" Lebron rubbed Bronny's ass cheeks. Then Shareef did the same. "If ya'll keep touching me like that, I'm gonna cum again." Bronny said. So, Lebron and Shareef fondled his ass even more. Cum shot out of Bronny's dick like a twelve-gauge shotgun. "L-Lord, I-I h-hate y-you b-both!" The End </div></div>
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Date: Sun, 13 Oct 2019 22:36:30 -0400 From: Charlie O Subject: Shaq's Boys It was fashion week in Italy and Snoop Dogg's son Cordell, and his boyfriend, Myles O'Neal, who just happened to be Shaquille O'Neal's son, were hanging out in the swanky apartment they shared. They were cuddling on the bed, watching some movie. Suddenly, Cordell bent down and kissed Myles on the forehead. "What was that for?" Myles asked. "Cause I felt like it." Cordell said, matter of factly. "You want some popcorn?" "Yea, why not?" Myles said. As Cordell got up to head to the kitchen, Myles smacked him on the butt. "Hey, man!" Cordell said, startled. "What did you do that for?" "Cause I felt like it." Was Myles' smart-ass reply. "Alright, smart ass," Cordell said. "Now, you're gonna get it!" Myles saw the look in Cordell's and tried to get up off the bed, to escape what he knew was coming. He wasn't able out of the bed before Cordell tackled him. "Your ass is mine!" Cordell said. Then he started tickling Myles' sides, causing him to laugh uproariously. "YOU ASS! HAHAHAHAHA! STOP!" Myles screamed through fits of laughter. "FUCK! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" As he tickled Myles, he slid his shirt up and off his body. Miles tried to fight him off but, he was too strong. "I'm the only one giving out smacks on the ass." Cordell said. Then he grabbed Myles' hands and put them over his head. He looked deep in Myles' eyes and...kissed him passionately on the lips! The kiss was magical. Cordell would swear that kiss made him see stars. No man or woman, for that matter, had ever kissed him like that, before. "I love you." He said. "Do you hear me? I love you." While Cordell was distracted, Myles managed to turn the tables and get Cordell flat on his back. "I hear you." Myles said. "But, now, you're under my control." And, with that, Myles ripped Cordell's wife beater off his body. Then he bent down and bit Cordell's left nipple. "Mmmm." Cordell moaned softly. "Do I have your attention, now?" Myles asked Cordell looked up at Myles and said, "Yes indeed!" Cordell's sensitive spot on hias body was his nipples. If you bit them gently, he was putty in your hands. So, Myles bit his nipples and licked them. "You fight dirty, you know that?" Cordell asked. "Yea, I know." Myles said simply. "Now, turn over so I can spank that ass." "Make me!" Cordell said, grinning from ear to ear. "With pleasure!" Myles said. So, he and Myles playfully wrestled in the bed until, somehow, Cordell's pants were around his ankles and he was laying across Myles lap! "Oh shit!" Cordell said. "This ain't good." Myles looked down at Cordell's ass. His red boxer briefs framed his ass perfectly. Myles gave Cordell's ass a firm squeeze. "Please, don't squeeze the Charmin." Cordell said, looking back at Myles. "I'm about to do more than squeeze it, man." Myles said. SMACK! "Ooh, shit!" Cordell moaned as he felt the sting of Myles' bare hand through the boxer briefs. SMACK! SMACK! "Mmmmm!" He squirmed around a little as Myles continued to roast his behind. "Fuck, my nigga!" This reminded him of times his dad, Snoop would spank him for getting good grades (Snoop found out he liked getting spanked, so he made a deal with him. Every "A" got him a severe spanking). "Now, let's really have some fun." Myles said. Then, with one hard yank, he ripped Cordell's boxer briefs clean off his body. "Cordell, you're about to get the whoopin' of your life!" Cordell had a horrified look on his face but, inside, he was grinning like a Cheshire cat! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "OOOH! MMMMM! AHHHHHH!" Cordell moaned as Myles whooped his behind with his bare hands. "FFUUCCKK!" He gyrated his dick against Myles' legs. His dick started to get hard. Suddenly, he got up and attacked Myles, wrestling him again. This time, he got on top of Myles. "Nigga, I'm in charge now!" While Myles struggled, Cordell pulled his socks off his feet. "You know what's about to happen now, don't you?" "Boy, you'd better not!" Myles said. "What did I tell you about threatening me?" Cordell asked. "Just for that..." He started moving his fingers up and down the bottoms of Myles' feet. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOOO! HAHAHAHAHA! STOP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Myles squirmed around, trying to get his feet away from Cordell's grasp. "HAHAHAHA!" "Now, I'm gonna ask this question once and only once?" Cordell said. "Who's your daddy!" "YOU ARE! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Myles said, screaming with laughter. "You gonna smack my ass ever again?" Cordell asked as he stopped tickling Myles. Myles took in big gulps of air. However, he never answered the question. "I asked you a question. Are you ever gonna smack my ass again?" Myles still didn't answer. So, Cordell started tickling his feet again. "HAHAHAHAHA! NO! HAHAHAHAHAHA! STOP!" Cordell screamed as he laughed himself silly. "I'll stop when you answer my question." Cordell said. He continued to tickle Myles. "HAHAHAHA! ALRIGHT! HAHAHAHA!" Myles screamed. "Alright, what?" Cordell asked. "I...won't...smack...that ass...no more!" Myles said. Cordell looked down at Myles and grinned. He reached over and smacked Myles butt, say, "I thought you'd see things my way." Then Cordell shoved Myles off of him. Before Myles could react, Cordell got on top of him and said, "Now that you know who's in charge, I'm about to strip that ass naked." He roughly flipped Myles onto his back and unbuttoned and unzipped Myles' pants and roughly slid them down and off his body. Underneath, Myles was wearing a pair of white bikini briefs that looked hella sexy on Myles. Cordell tore them off with his teeth. "Well, damn!" Myles said. The last item of clothes to go was Myles shirt. Cordell just tore that off his body. "There you go. Just how I like you to be." Cordell said with a smile. "Butt ass naked!" "Now that I'm as naked as the day I was born," Myles said. "Now, what you gonna do with me?" "it's not what I'm gonna do with you," Cordell said as he seductively stroked his dick. "It's what you're gonna do to me. Myles' mouth watered as he looked at Cordell's monster ten-inch dick. "Why don't you start by sucking down this dick." Myles happily went down on Cordell's dick. Unbelievably, he was able to get all of it down his throat without choking. "You've been practicing, I see." "Mmm hmm" was Myles' only replay. Cordell leaned back and laid his head against the pillow as Myles sucked his dick. "Oooh, shit! That feels so damn good. I love it!" Myles used his tongue, as well. He licked Cordell's dick like a lollipop. "Yess! Suck that dick, boy!" Cordell squirmed around as Myles continued to suck his dick. "H-How does that dick taste?" Myles looked up at Cordell and said, "Like a fudgesicle. Yummy!" Cordell's toes curled as Myles tongue slowly went up and down his shaft, going from the tip to the base and back again. "W-Why don't you give my balls a tongue bath." He suggested. So, Myles stopped sucking Cordell's dick and slid his balls in his mouth. Then suddenly, Myles began to hum, which caused a vibrating sensation. "OOOH, SHIT!" Cordell had never felt anything like that before. "MMMMM!" He stroked his dick slowly, getting it hard as steel. Soon, it stood at full attention. "I think it's time I get that ass ready for this dick!" So, Myles laid down on his stomach and spread his legs wide, giving Cordell full access to his asshole. Cordell bent down and softly kissed Myles' ass cheeks. Then he gently spread Myles' ass cheeks apart and licked the crack of his ass. "Mmmm." Myles moaned softly. "Do that again." So, Cordell licked the crack of his ass again. "Oooh!" Myles moaned. Cordell began to nibble on Myles' ass cheeks. "Ahh, shit!" "Damn, baby, you taste real good." Cordell said as he continued to bite on Myles' booty. Myles began to pound his fists on the bed, saying, "My ass, nigga! My ass!" Cordell bit all over Myles booty, leaving bite marks on his skin. "I'mma tell my daddy on you." They both chucked at that remark. "I ain't afraid of your daddy." Cordell said in retort. He bit Myles harder, which really turned Myles on. Underneath him, his dick was rock hard. "Oww, nigga!" Myles cried out. "I'mma get you for this!" His body trembled as Cordell made a meal out of his booty. "FUCK ME, DAMMIT!" Myles could no longer take anymore of this sweet torture. He needed to be fucked and he needed to be fucked now! "FUCK ME, NOW!" Myles hollered. So, Cordell slid his dick up inside Myles' asshole. "MMMMMMM! SHIT!" AS Cordell inched deeper and deeper up Myles' hole, Myles' stretched and stretched, trying to accommodate Cordell's big sausage. "God damn, nigga!" Even though Myles had been fucked by Cordell dozens of times, it always shocked him how big and thick Cordell's snake was. "This thing is HUGE!" "The better to fuck you with, my dear." Cordell said, paraphrasing Little Red Riding Hood. "Then, fuck me, then." Myles looked back, challenging Cordell. Cordell wasn't someone you wanted to challenge, especially when it came to layin' wood. That was a big mistake! Cordell slammed his dick harder and faster up Myles' hole, causing him to scream like a lil bitch. "OH MY GOD!" Myles screamed; his voice extremely high pitched. "SSHHIITT!" Myles tried to scoot away from the dick but, Cordell was having none of it. "Where do you think you're going?" Cordell asked. He wrapped his arms around Myles' neck, putting him in a sleeper-type hold, locking him into position. "You ain't goin' nowhere! This ass is mine!" All Myles could do was take it as Cordell beat his back out like a fiend. "FFUUCCKK!" He moaned loudly. He could feel his asshole stretching exponentially wider. Every time Cordell slammed his dick up inside him, Myles felt like he was being stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey. "GOD DAMN!" Myles squirmed around, desperate for a way out of this. "Just relax and take this dick, man." Cordell commanded. "You ain't goin' nowhere, anyway, like I said before." Cordell rode that ass real deep. "I'm gonna fuck you stupid!" Suddenly, Cordell pulled out of Myles' hole. Myles thought Cordell was done with him but, Cordell was far from finished with his tight booty. Cordell roughly flipped Myles onto his back by his ankles and threw Myles' legs over his head. "Hold these." Cordell said tersely. Myles obediently grabbed his legs and held them over his head, exposing his ravaged asshole. Then Cordell slid his dick back up inside Myles' hole. Myles had a look of shock on his face. "What? You thought I was done with your ass? Not hardly." "SSHHIITT!" Myles cried out. In this position, Myles felt like he was being stabbed by the dick. "Is that even possible?" Myles thought to himself. He didn't know but, it sure felt like a stabbing. And, in this position, there was no escape. So, Cordell could pummel his booty to his heart's content. And, he did pummel that ass. "OH FFUUCCKK!" As Cordell did his damage to Myles's ass, Myles didn't notice Cordell's hands going down his legs, to his bare feet. Then, suddenly, Cordell started tickling the bottoms of Myles' feet. "Aww, damn! HAHAHAHAHAHA! Not my feet!" Myles screamed through fits of laughter. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NO! HAHAHAHAHA! STOP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" As Cordell tickled Myles feet, he noticed Myles dick getting hard. He stopped for a brief moment and stroked Myles' dick. "MMMMM!" Myles moaned. "OOOOOH!" Myles was getting banged out and stroked at the same time. "FFFUUUCCCKKK!" "You like that don't you?" Cordell asked as he began to smack Myles dick back and forth. "OOOOOH, SHIT! YESSS!" Myles moaned as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. "GOD DAMN!" At this point, Myles could feel his baby making juice boiling up in his balls. He knew exactly what the hell that meant. He was about to explode. "I'M GONNA CUMMMM!" Sure enough, as Cordell stroked him faster, Myles' dick shot off like an M-16! He shot several loads, the majority of which hit Cordell inn the chest. That induced Cordell to fuck him harder and faster. "OH SHIT...MY GOD....FFUUCCKK!" That made Myles' toes curl as he dumped his load everywhere. Incredibly, he got some in his own damn mouth! That was enough for Cordell. He pulled his dick out of Myles' stretched, sore ass and stroked his dick furiously. "Oh shit! Fuck! Damn..." He moaned as he jerked off. Then, he could feel that he was about to erupt so, he stood over Myles. Without warning... "I'M CUMMIN!" Jets of cum shot from Cordell's dick like cannon fire, landing squarely on Myles face and hair. Cordell came for a solid five minutes! When he finally stopped, Myles' face and hair were completely covered in cum! Myles looked a hot mess! "Don't move!" Cordell said, chuckling at the mess on Myles' face. He quickly grabbed his phone off the night stand and took several pics. "This is gonna look funny as hell on my IG page." "You wouldn't!" Myles exclaimed in horror. "Wanna make a bet?" Cordell asked. "Oh hell naw!" Myles said. He jumped on Cordell and attacked him. In a matter of minutes, Cordell was laying across Myles lap. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "OWWWW, SHIT! OWWWW!" Cordell cried out. "OWWW! STOP IT! OWWW! THAT HURTS! OWWW!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Myles was roasting Cordell's behind with his bare hands. "You gonna post those pictures?" Myles asked as he continued to spank Cordell like the bad boy he was. "NO! OWWWW! NO! OWWW! OWWWW! SHIT! OWWWW! STOP!" Cordell cried. He tried to cover his ass with his hands but, Myles kept slapping them away. Soon, Myles got tired of that and tied his hands behind his back with the bed sheets. "Now, you're really in trouble," Myles said with a wicked grin. He slid Cordell off him and onto the bed. "cause now, that ass of yours is all mine!" Myles got on top of Cordell and rammed his dick up inside Cordell's tight booty hole. Next thing you know, all you could here coming out of their room were guttural screams as Myles beat Cordell's back out! The End
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Sun, 13 Oct 2019 22:36:30 -0400 From: Charlie O <[email protected]> Subject: Shaq's Boys It was fashion week in Italy and Snoop Dogg's son Cordell, and his boyfriend, Myles O'Neal, who just happened to be Shaquille O'Neal's son, were hanging out in the swanky apartment they shared. They were cuddling on the bed, watching some movie. Suddenly, Cordell bent down and kissed Myles on the forehead. "What was that for?" Myles asked. "Cause I felt like it." Cordell said, matter of factly. "You want some popcorn?" "Yea, why not?" Myles said. As Cordell got up to head to the kitchen, Myles smacked him on the butt. "Hey, man!" Cordell said, startled. "What did you do that for?" "Cause I felt like it." Was Myles' smart-ass reply. "Alright, smart ass," Cordell said. "Now, you're gonna get it!" Myles saw the look in Cordell's and tried to get up off the bed, to escape what he knew was coming. He wasn't able out of the bed before Cordell tackled him. "Your ass is mine!" Cordell said. Then he started tickling Myles' sides, causing him to laugh uproariously. "YOU ASS! HAHAHAHAHA! STOP!" Myles screamed through fits of laughter. "FUCK! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" As he tickled Myles, he slid his shirt up and off his body. Miles tried to fight him off but, he was too strong. "I'm the only one giving out smacks on the ass." Cordell said. Then he grabbed Myles' hands and put them over his head. He looked deep in Myles' eyes and...kissed him passionately on the lips! The kiss was magical. Cordell would swear that kiss made him see stars. No man or woman, for that matter, had ever kissed him like that, before. "I love you." He said. "Do you hear me? I love you." While Cordell was distracted, Myles managed to turn the tables and get Cordell flat on his back. "I hear you." Myles said. "But, now, you're under my control." And, with that, Myles ripped Cordell's wife beater off his body. Then he bent down and bit Cordell's left nipple. "Mmmm." Cordell moaned softly. "Do I have your attention, now?" Myles asked Cordell looked up at Myles and said, "Yes indeed!" Cordell's sensitive spot on hias body was his nipples. If you bit them gently, he was putty in your hands. So, Myles bit his nipples and licked them. "You fight dirty, you know that?" Cordell asked. "Yea, I know." Myles said simply. "Now, turn over so I can spank that ass." "Make me!" Cordell said, grinning from ear to ear. "With pleasure!" Myles said. So, he and Myles playfully wrestled in the bed until, somehow, Cordell's pants were around his ankles and he was laying across Myles lap! "Oh shit!" Cordell said. "This ain't good." Myles looked down at Cordell's ass. His red boxer briefs framed his ass perfectly. Myles gave Cordell's ass a firm squeeze. "Please, don't squeeze the Charmin." Cordell said, looking back at Myles. "I'm about to do more than squeeze it, man." Myles said. SMACK! "Ooh, shit!" Cordell moaned as he felt the sting of Myles' bare hand through the boxer briefs. SMACK! SMACK! "Mmmmm!" He squirmed around a little as Myles continued to roast his behind. "Fuck, my nigga!" This reminded him of times his dad, Snoop would spank him for getting good grades (Snoop found out he liked getting spanked, so he made a deal with him. Every "A" got him a severe spanking). "Now, let's really have some fun." Myles said. Then, with one hard yank, he ripped Cordell's boxer briefs clean off his body. "Cordell, you're about to get the whoopin' of your life!" Cordell had a horrified look on his face but, inside, he was grinning like a Cheshire cat! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "OOOH! MMMMM! AHHHHHH!" Cordell moaned as Myles whooped his behind with his bare hands. "FFUUCCKK!" He gyrated his dick against Myles' legs. His dick started to get hard. Suddenly, he got up and attacked Myles, wrestling him again. This time, he got on top of Myles. "Nigga, I'm in charge now!" While Myles struggled, Cordell pulled his socks off his feet. "You know what's about to happen now, don't you?" "Boy, you'd better not!" Myles said. "What did I tell you about threatening me?" Cordell asked. "Just for that..." He started moving his fingers up and down the bottoms of Myles' feet. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOOO! HAHAHAHAHA! STOP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Myles squirmed around, trying to get his feet away from Cordell's grasp. "HAHAHAHA!" "Now, I'm gonna ask this question once and only once?" Cordell said. "Who's your daddy!" "YOU ARE! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Myles said, screaming with laughter. "You gonna smack my ass ever again?" Cordell asked as he stopped tickling Myles. Myles took in big gulps of air. However, he never answered the question. "I asked you a question. Are you ever gonna smack my ass again?" Myles still didn't answer. So, Cordell started tickling his feet again. "HAHAHAHAHA! NO! HAHAHAHAHAHA! STOP!" Cordell screamed as he laughed himself silly. "I'll stop when you answer my question." Cordell said. He continued to tickle Myles. "HAHAHAHA! ALRIGHT! HAHAHAHA!" Myles screamed. "Alright, what?" Cordell asked. "I...won't...smack...that ass...no more!" Myles said. Cordell looked down at Myles and grinned. He reached over and smacked Myles butt, say, "I thought you'd see things my way." Then Cordell shoved Myles off of him. Before Myles could react, Cordell got on top of him and said, "Now that you know who's in charge, I'm about to strip that ass naked." He roughly flipped Myles onto his back and unbuttoned and unzipped Myles' pants and roughly slid them down and off his body. Underneath, Myles was wearing a pair of white bikini briefs that looked hella sexy on Myles. Cordell tore them off with his teeth. "Well, damn!" Myles said. The last item of clothes to go was Myles shirt. Cordell just tore that off his body. "There you go. Just how I like you to be." Cordell said with a smile. "Butt ass naked!" "Now that I'm as naked as the day I was born," Myles said. "Now, what you gonna do with me?" "it's not what I'm gonna do with you," Cordell said as he seductively stroked his dick. "It's what you're gonna do to me. Myles' mouth watered as he looked at Cordell's monster ten-inch dick. "Why don't you start by sucking down this dick." Myles happily went down on Cordell's dick. Unbelievably, he was able to get all of it down his throat without choking. "You've been practicing, I see." "Mmm hmm" was Myles' only replay. Cordell leaned back and laid his head against the pillow as Myles sucked his dick. "Oooh, shit! That feels so damn good. I love it!" Myles used his tongue, as well. He licked Cordell's dick like a lollipop. "Yess! Suck that dick, boy!" Cordell squirmed around as Myles continued to suck his dick. "H-How does that dick taste?" Myles looked up at Cordell and said, "Like a fudgesicle. Yummy!" Cordell's toes curled as Myles tongue slowly went up and down his shaft, going from the tip to the base and back again. "W-Why don't you give my balls a tongue bath." He suggested. So, Myles stopped sucking Cordell's dick and slid his balls in his mouth. Then suddenly, Myles began to hum, which caused a vibrating sensation. "OOOH, SHIT!" Cordell had never felt anything like that before. "MMMMM!" He stroked his dick slowly, getting it hard as steel. Soon, it stood at full attention. "I think it's time I get that ass ready for this dick!" So, Myles laid down on his stomach and spread his legs wide, giving Cordell full access to his asshole. Cordell bent down and softly kissed Myles' ass cheeks. Then he gently spread Myles' ass cheeks apart and licked the crack of his ass. "Mmmm." Myles moaned softly. "Do that again." So, Cordell licked the crack of his ass again. "Oooh!" Myles moaned. Cordell began to nibble on Myles' ass cheeks. "Ahh, shit!" "Damn, baby, you taste real good." Cordell said as he continued to bite on Myles' booty. Myles began to pound his fists on the bed, saying, "My ass, nigga! My ass!" Cordell bit all over Myles booty, leaving bite marks on his skin. "I'mma tell my daddy on you." They both chucked at that remark. "I ain't afraid of your daddy." Cordell said in retort. He bit Myles harder, which really turned Myles on. Underneath him, his dick was rock hard. "Oww, nigga!" Myles cried out. "I'mma get you for this!" His body trembled as Cordell made a meal out of his booty. "FUCK ME, DAMMIT!" Myles could no longer take anymore of this sweet torture. He needed to be fucked and he needed to be fucked now! "FUCK ME, NOW!" Myles hollered. So, Cordell slid his dick up inside Myles' asshole. "MMMMMMM! SHIT!" AS Cordell inched deeper and deeper up Myles' hole, Myles' stretched and stretched, trying to accommodate Cordell's big sausage. "God damn, nigga!" Even though Myles had been fucked by Cordell dozens of times, it always shocked him how big and thick Cordell's snake was. "This thing is HUGE!" "The better to fuck you with, my dear." Cordell said, paraphrasing Little Red Riding Hood. "Then, fuck me, then." Myles looked back, challenging Cordell. Cordell wasn't someone you wanted to challenge, especially when it came to layin' wood. That was a big mistake! Cordell slammed his dick harder and faster up Myles' hole, causing him to scream like a lil bitch. "OH MY GOD!" Myles screamed; his voice extremely high pitched. "SSHHIITT!" Myles tried to scoot away from the dick but, Cordell was having none of it. "Where do you think you're going?" Cordell asked. He wrapped his arms around Myles' neck, putting him in a sleeper-type hold, locking him into position. "You ain't goin' nowhere! This ass is mine!" All Myles could do was take it as Cordell beat his back out like a fiend. "FFUUCCKK!" He moaned loudly. He could feel his asshole stretching exponentially wider. Every time Cordell slammed his dick up inside him, Myles felt like he was being stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey. "GOD DAMN!" Myles squirmed around, desperate for a way out of this. "Just relax and take this dick, man." Cordell commanded. "You ain't goin' nowhere, anyway, like I said before." Cordell rode that ass real deep. "I'm gonna fuck you stupid!" Suddenly, Cordell pulled out of Myles' hole. Myles thought Cordell was done with him but, Cordell was far from finished with his tight booty. Cordell roughly flipped Myles onto his back by his ankles and threw Myles' legs over his head. "Hold these." Cordell said tersely. Myles obediently grabbed his legs and held them over his head, exposing his ravaged asshole. Then Cordell slid his dick back up inside Myles' hole. Myles had a look of shock on his face. "What? You thought I was done with your ass? Not hardly." "SSHHIITT!" Myles cried out. In this position, Myles felt like he was being stabbed by the dick. "Is that even possible?" Myles thought to himself. He didn't know but, it sure felt like a stabbing. And, in this position, there was no escape. So, Cordell could pummel his booty to his heart's content. And, he did pummel that ass. "OH FFUUCCKK!" As Cordell did his damage to Myles's ass, Myles didn't notice Cordell's hands going down his legs, to his bare feet. Then, suddenly, Cordell started tickling the bottoms of Myles' feet. "Aww, damn! HAHAHAHAHAHA! Not my feet!" Myles screamed through fits of laughter. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NO! HAHAHAHAHA! STOP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" As Cordell tickled Myles feet, he noticed Myles dick getting hard. He stopped for a brief moment and stroked Myles' dick. "MMMMM!" Myles moaned. "OOOOOH!" Myles was getting banged out and stroked at the same time. "FFFUUUCCCKKK!" "You like that don't you?" Cordell asked as he began to smack Myles dick back and forth. "OOOOOH, SHIT! YESSS!" Myles moaned as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. "GOD DAMN!" At this point, Myles could feel his baby making juice boiling up in his balls. He knew exactly what the hell that meant. He was about to explode. "I'M GONNA CUMMMM!" Sure enough, as Cordell stroked him faster, Myles' dick shot off like an M-16! He shot several loads, the majority of which hit Cordell inn the chest. That induced Cordell to fuck him harder and faster. "OH SHIT...MY GOD....FFUUCCKK!" That made Myles' toes curl as he dumped his load everywhere. Incredibly, he got some in his own damn mouth! That was enough for Cordell. He pulled his dick out of Myles' stretched, sore ass and stroked his dick furiously. "Oh shit! Fuck! Damn..." He moaned as he jerked off. Then, he could feel that he was about to erupt so, he stood over Myles. Without warning... "I'M CUMMIN!" Jets of cum shot from Cordell's dick like cannon fire, landing squarely on Myles face and hair. Cordell came for a solid five minutes! When he finally stopped, Myles' face and hair were completely covered in cum! Myles looked a hot mess! "Don't move!" Cordell said, chuckling at the mess on Myles' face. He quickly grabbed his phone off the night stand and took several pics. "This is gonna look funny as hell on my IG page." "You wouldn't!" Myles exclaimed in horror. "Wanna make a bet?" Cordell asked. "Oh hell naw!" Myles said. He jumped on Cordell and attacked him. In a matter of minutes, Cordell was laying across Myles lap. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "OWWWW, SHIT! OWWWW!" Cordell cried out. "OWWW! STOP IT! OWWW! THAT HURTS! OWWW!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Myles was roasting Cordell's behind with his bare hands. "You gonna post those pictures?" Myles asked as he continued to spank Cordell like the bad boy he was. "NO! OWWWW! NO! OWWW! OWWWW! SHIT! OWWWW! STOP!" Cordell cried. He tried to cover his ass with his hands but, Myles kept slapping them away. Soon, Myles got tired of that and tied his hands behind his back with the bed sheets. "Now, you're really in trouble," Myles said with a wicked grin. He slid Cordell off him and onto the bed. "cause now, that ass of yours is all mine!" Myles got on top of Cordell and rammed his dick up inside Cordell's tight booty hole. Next thing you know, all you could here coming out of their room were guttural screams as Myles beat Cordell's back out! The End </[email protected]> </div></div>
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Date: Wed, 21 Aug 2019 22:40:10 +0000 From: Qwik Loob Subject: Bringing Home A Boy Part 3 Disclaimer: Unless you are brand new to Nifty you know how this works. This is a work of fiction portraying consensual sex between a man and a boy. No real or fictional characters were harmed during the writing of this story. Do not read this if you are philosophically blind. If you are legally blind be sure to turn up the volume on your reader (thanks Fred!). If you are in a country or jurisdiction where it is illegal to read such material do not tell anyone what you are doing. We know you are doing the same things we do. We won't tell either. If you are a minor, pretend you are in the same situation as the folks above and follow that advice. If this material offends you face the fact that you are here because it turns you on. After you get off, go seek professional help to deal with your feelings. (See the "blind" part above.) All constructive comments are welcome at [email protected]. All flames will be ignored. Please donate something, anything, to keep Nifty going, and thanks to everyone who contributes. Keep 'em up! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html So I've been telling you about Joe, the hot boy living in the group home where I volunteer. I also told you how I got to have him all to myself for a day. So here we were. As far as the group home knew we were at the amusement park all day. But we knew that just some hours later we were now in my home having sex and loving it. I had just finished giving Joe his first bj, including post-orgasmic sucking. I knew he would never forget it. His dick was still hard. The color of his genitals had become a deeper rose. How lovely. The little running shorts I had him wear lay open revealing not only his beautiful jewels, but also the delightful curves of his ass. It reminded me of the last intimate spot for me to explore. I felt down his shapely thighs and calves to lift his legs and bring his knees to his shoulders. Smart lad that he was Joe quickly caught on to what I wanted and held his knees up and legs apart. His buns were so small and firm the cheeks parted on their own to reveal his beautiful boypussy. The entire flesh from cockhead to crease was the same rosy color which contrasted so lovely with his pale thighs and belly. I also loved the contrast of neat pubes and the smoothness of his skin. I gazed in wonder. How colorful, how neat, how clean... I dove in. "Oooh! OOOoh!" I love the sound of a boy enjoying sex. Joe involuntarily bucked his ass against my face, trying to ride my tongue deep inside him. I took even greater pleasure knowing that I was introducing this boy to all manner of sexual activities, and he was a willing pupil. Joe responded to the rimming with further moans and grunts of joy. He was turned on anally. At the very least he loved getting his ass licked. I wondered how much and how far I should push my luck. I stopped and sat back to look at my boy. He actually whimpered from the loss of my tongue in his hole. I decided to push. I made a show of sucking on my middle finger. Joe's eyes were wide and sparkling watching my movements. I pulled my finger from my mouth and placed the tip against his hole. I felt him pulse there. Then I gradually began working my finger into his hole. Joe's mouth formed an "o" as he felt this first invasion. He pulled his knees even closer to his shoulders, opening himself the best he could in his inexperience. I got it in to the second knuckle. His moans were getting louder. I pulled up his hard cock with my other hand and swallowed his dick all the way to his pubes. The distraction from his ass to his dick was just what Joe needed. "Ggaaahhh!" I felt my finger slide all the way inside as his bunghole surrendered all resistance. Joe bucked wildly at the twin assualts, fucking my mouth, and fucking himself on my finger. I dug around inside his chute and felt all over his love button. The effect was instantaneous. "OOOOOFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!!!!!" Another load blasted into my mouth. It was delicious. Joe was snapping his head from side to side, his fists balled up and slamming erratically against the sofa, his body continuing to convulse in his latest orgasm. With each movement my finger hit his prostate again and again. While it probably lasted all of a minute, this cum seemed to last forever for me. Even longer for Joe I'm sure. When he finally collapsed my finger was still inside his bum and he was now whimpering. "Please.", he cried, grabbing my invading hand to pull it from his rear. Ok he was definitely over stimulated this time. Still I knew this boy loved butt sex. With time I was going to train him how to give himself to me totally. After all, wasn't that the point of all of this? At least as far as no one but us knows. Hehe. But at the same time I was reminded that this was going to end at some point unless I found a way to get him to live with me. Joe was still there laying on the couch, his cock relaxing. He had his feet together, but his legs apart. I sat at his feet and gently took hold of his ankles, then pulled them to either side of my body. Joe got that shy little grin I was starting to adore, and got up on his elbows to shift his body closer. I was now fully between his legs with his entire body in reach. I resumed running my hands over every inch of exposed flesh. Then I let one hand explore the rest of his body while the other fondled his semi-hard cock, soft ballsack and silky wisps of pubic hairs. The words came out before I could think. "You are so fucking awesome. I can't get enough of you." Joe gave me a megawatt smile at that. Then he did something very simple and very gratifying at the same time. I felt him hook his ankles together behind my back and pull himself closer to me while at the same time he extended his arms behind his head. This kid just displayed all his body to me while pulling me closer between his legs. I could not resist the offer and immediately dove on his privates to suck his dick into my mouth. Joe responded, rapidly filling my mouth with hard boy dick again. We were within minutes of Joe's last nut and yet I was sucking again. Hardly any time passed before he gave me a little dribble accompanied by groans of pain at the feel of his overwrought dickhead. That was the third time in less than an hour. I knew his privates were worn out by now. That realization freed me to take my own additional pleasures. After taking another generous feel of Joe's body I stood up. Joe opened his eyes and watched me for the next command. I looked right into his eyes and directed him, "Strip me." His eyes got wide, but he did as instructed, sitting up on the sofa and starting with my belt. Joe got my pants unzipped and reasched inside to squeeze my hard cock in my boxer briefs before continuing with his task. He stood up and somewhat awkwardly tried to remove my shirt. Given that I was much taller he couldn't really lift the shirt over my head. We both laughed at the situation, and I finished removing my shirt. Joe looked down at my tented boxer briefs in my open shorts, then looked up at my face. I have no doubt he could read the lust on my face. He didn't ask, but sat again on the sofa and opened the fly to espose my stiff. Taking hold he smelled it, then shocked me by rubbing it on his cheek, then across his face and lips. It took every atom of will power to resist painting his face right then and there. I must have made some sound, because Joe stopped, looked up at me and seeming to feel my lust he once again proceeded to pull my shorts all the way down and off, followed by my underwear. Now I was naked in front of this young hottie. Joe sniffed, licked, and then took my dickhead into his mouth. After seconds he swallowed me all the way. I was in heaven. The feel of his mouth alone was incredible, but also watching this sweet little stud deep throat me like a pro was fucking phenomenol! The combination made me blow my load like a freshman in high school. I was also amazed he didn't gag, but took it all down his throat . Like watching a baby bird eat from its mother. I took a quick look at the clock to see how much time was left. There were so many things I wanted to do with this boy. But ultimately it would take much more time, and a lot of luck. For now I need to keep myself in the moment and enjoy this young boy sucking my dick. He was doing a great job. Plus I needed to remember he had the vision to plan our day at the park and then at my home. He planned on getting molested, and he made sure we had plenty of time for that. Brilliant boy! By now I definitely wanted to fuck his ass, but I didn't want to push him too far too fast. He would let me know when he was ready for the next level. I gently took hold and pushed his head off my dick. "Let's go upstairs." Of course I had Joe walk ahead of me so I could watch his ass. Once in my bedroom I directed Joe onto the bed in doggy position, legs apart as I sat on the bed behind him. He looked back at me over his shoulder. I peeled the running shorts off to take an uninterrupted view of his perfect ass. I wet my middle finger and slowly penetrated his bum. Joe pushed back on my finger in a steady rhythm. My other hand milked his cock and squeezed his balls. I was mesmerized by the beauty of his ass and the sight of my finger penetrating him. However his hard dick in my hand finally got my full atttention. I leaned in close and whispered in his ear, "Can I suck you again?" "Yes. Please." There was no hesitation or reservation in his voice. I tried to decide how I wanted him positioned. Then I realized my greatest fantasy would be a face full of boy meat, much like Joe started to do when he first embraced my dick, but far more intense. I stretched out on the bed, and pulled Joe on top with his legs straddling my head. His stiff cock and smooth balls were in my face, and once again in my mouth. The smell was intoxicating. My hands were groping his dimpled asscheeks and I decided I needed to go there again. So I pulled Joe forward to sit completely on my face with my furled tongue right up his asshole. ""AAAAhhhhhhhh!!!" The boy was literally riding my face, his ass on my tongue, his balls on my nose, and jacking his hard dick before my eyes. That is when he temporarily blinded me. His orgasm caught both of us off guard. It was a few thin milky squirts that dripped into my eye from his rampant dick. "Oh sorry!" It was ok. No regrets here. We both laughed. I pulled the bedsheet up to wipe my face. Then he stretched his body out on mine and we simply cuddled. OMG this kid felt great. I ran my hands up and down his body from his head to his thighs. I think he fell asleep. I glanced at the clock and realized time was getting short. I rolled us over to once again trace my fingers all across his well toned body and explore Joe's genitals. I slowly rubbed my hand over his groin and his cock was totally soft. "Sorry I can't get hard again.", he said softly. Oh dear boy! To think he was disappointing me after so many cums! "That will never be a problem for me sweet boy." I shifted my body between his legs, leaned in, and rubbed my face all over his sex. He pulled his legs up inviting me to his hole once again. After several more minutes of rimming I was ready for another gift. "Let's change position so you can suck my dick while I eat your ass." Wow, did that trigger a beaming smile! He got right into place and gleefully pushed his butt back into my face. Joe's silky mouth once again massaged my tool. However, this time he wasn't gentle; he was claiming possession of my meat. He didn't stop even after I came again in his mouth. Joe gave me some post-orgasmic treatment like I had given him before. Wow did my dick feel sensitive! Of course it didn't matter with his bunghole on my tongue. The most intimate, most sensitive, most private part of a boy is his asshole. If he let's you get at that, then he is yours. Well, at least that is what I believed. It was easy to believe with Joe bucking his rear on my face like he was riding one of those mechanical bulls. I had to throw my arms around his waist to keep him in place as I devoured his hole. Dear gawd I loved this. As he drained the last drops of cum from my poor, sore dick Joe rolled over onto the bed. My tongue was bereft. However, I slipped a finger inside his spit slick hole. I was rewarded with an erotic groan. I rubbed my face all over his jewels again. But all good things must end. I decided the ideal ending to our funday would be a shower. I got out of bed pulling the boy with me, and brought him back to my bathroom. Adjusting the water and having him step in I followed and gave him a long hug. From there I didn't do anything overtly sexual, except to soap his body everywhere I could reach. He felt as smooth as silk. I took delight in drying his body and having him dry mine when we got out, and then literally leading him by his dick back downstairs to his discarded clothes. Of course I didn't really want to see Joe get dressed again, but I figured I may as well make advantage of this situation. I put his tee shirt back on first, taking gratuitous feels of the rest of his body. I did the same as I put him back in his shorts, socks and sneakers. His briefs had been left in my bedroom and I had already decided to keep them. At that moment I had second thoughts, but not about keeping Joe's briefs, haha. I opened his shorts again to pull them down. I couldn't stop myself from one more time. I didn't need to say anything. I rubbed my face against his bare basket once again. I don't know why, but it feels so good that turned me on so much. Apparently it had the same effect on Joe as he began to harden. "I'll try to cum again. Sorry if I can't.", my boytoy said. How many times had Joe already cum? I lost count! He lifted his shirt as I pulled the shorts to his ankles. I enjoyed a long look at his nubile crotch. His dick danced before my intense focus. I took him into my mouth and focused all my senses on the young dick I was enjoying. My hands resumed goping his dimpled, muscular ass. This blowjob lasted for some time to our mutual delight. I loved the feel of Joe's hands gently holding my head as I nursed on his cock and pulled on his balls. The load wasn't much after the long afternoon of sex, but the sounds of pleasure more than compensated. I stood up and was surprised as Joe spontaneously kissed me. The smile on my face could have lit half a city with electricity. I enjoyed the kiss, then enjoyed putting his shorts back into place, slowly. We walked back into the garage with my hand on his ass. I started the car, but Joe quickly took my hand from the turning the key and placed it back on his basket, the same way I held him as we were driving to my place from the park, but his hand holding mine firmly in place this time. It was also different since he no longer had underwear. I felt my pulse begin to race again. How is this possible after so much sex? It's the mutual pursuit that promises more glory to come. Joe broke the silence and my frozen wonder. I suddenly realized we had said a word since I took him one last time. "I can push the button for the garage door." He favored me with that great smile. He was pushing more than one button for sure. I backed the car out, and he pushed the button to close the garage door as I gripped his basket. Joe placed both hands over mine, not to remove it, but rather to press it more firmly onto his sex. That is when I realized how much this whole day impacted me. My heart was racing a mile a minute. I was literalling eating the forbidden fruit just like I always wanted. We got back to the home before I knew it. Joe let go as soon as we turned the corner. He had never gotten hard. Even at his age he was worn out. However, he clearly enjoyed the affair we were having. I pulled my hand away reluctantly. "Thanks for planning everything so well. Did you have a good time today?", I asked, my heart still beating a little faster than normal. "Yeah. Thanks. It was great. I wanted to make you happy." Joe gave me that cute little shy smile smirk with which I had fallen in love. Then he got out of the car, closed the door and walked into the house. I sat there probably looking like I had a stroke or something as his words sunk into my brain. He had a good time AND he wanted to make me happy. The ball was in my court. It was time for me to make a play so this partnership would become permanent. I only needed to stay alert to strike when the opportunity was as ripe as my Joey. ...to be continued? P.S. Thank you for the feedback and for being patient. - Q
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Wed, 21 Aug 2019 22:40:10 +0000 From: Qwik Loob <[email protected]> Subject: Bringing Home A Boy Part 3 Disclaimer: Unless you are brand new to Nifty you know how this works. This is a work of fiction portraying consensual sex between a man and a boy. No real or fictional characters were harmed during the writing of this story. Do not read this if you are philosophically blind. If you are legally blind be sure to turn up the volume on your reader (thanks Fred!). If you are in a country or jurisdiction where it is illegal to read such material do not tell anyone what you are doing. We know you are doing the same things we do. We won't tell either. If you are a minor, pretend you are in the same situation as the folks above and follow that advice. If this material offends you face the fact that you are here because it turns you on. After you get off, go seek professional help to deal with your feelings. (See the "blind" part above.) All constructive comments are welcome at [email protected]. All flames will be ignored. Please donate something, anything, to keep Nifty going, and thanks to everyone who contributes. Keep 'em up! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html So I've been telling you about Joe, the hot boy living in the group home where I volunteer. I also told you how I got to have him all to myself for a day. So here we were. As far as the group home knew we were at the amusement park all day. But we knew that just some hours later we were now in my home having sex and loving it. I had just finished giving Joe his first bj, including post-orgasmic sucking. I knew he would never forget it. His dick was still hard. The color of his genitals had become a deeper rose. How lovely. The little running shorts I had him wear lay open revealing not only his beautiful jewels, but also the delightful curves of his ass. It reminded me of the last intimate spot for me to explore. I felt down his shapely thighs and calves to lift his legs and bring his knees to his shoulders. Smart lad that he was Joe quickly caught on to what I wanted and held his knees up and legs apart. His buns were so small and firm the cheeks parted on their own to reveal his beautiful boypussy. The entire flesh from cockhead to crease was the same rosy color which contrasted so lovely with his pale thighs and belly. I also loved the contrast of neat pubes and the smoothness of his skin. I gazed in wonder. How colorful, how neat, how clean... I dove in. "Oooh! OOOoh!" I love the sound of a boy enjoying sex. Joe involuntarily bucked his ass against my face, trying to ride my tongue deep inside him. I took even greater pleasure knowing that I was introducing this boy to all manner of sexual activities, and he was a willing pupil. Joe responded to the rimming with further moans and grunts of joy. He was turned on anally. At the very least he loved getting his ass licked. I wondered how much and how far I should push my luck. I stopped and sat back to look at my boy. He actually whimpered from the loss of my tongue in his hole. I decided to push. I made a show of sucking on my middle finger. Joe's eyes were wide and sparkling watching my movements. I pulled my finger from my mouth and placed the tip against his hole. I felt him pulse there. Then I gradually began working my finger into his hole. Joe's mouth formed an "o" as he felt this first invasion. He pulled his knees even closer to his shoulders, opening himself the best he could in his inexperience. I got it in to the second knuckle. His moans were getting louder. I pulled up his hard cock with my other hand and swallowed his dick all the way to his pubes. The distraction from his ass to his dick was just what Joe needed. "Ggaaahhh!" I felt my finger slide all the way inside as his bunghole surrendered all resistance. Joe bucked wildly at the twin assualts, fucking my mouth, and fucking himself on my finger. I dug around inside his chute and felt all over his love button. The effect was instantaneous. "OOOOOFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!!!!!" Another load blasted into my mouth. It was delicious. Joe was snapping his head from side to side, his fists balled up and slamming erratically against the sofa, his body continuing to convulse in his latest orgasm. With each movement my finger hit his prostate again and again. While it probably lasted all of a minute, this cum seemed to last forever for me. Even longer for Joe I'm sure. When he finally collapsed my finger was still inside his bum and he was now whimpering. "Please.", he cried, grabbing my invading hand to pull it from his rear. Ok he was definitely over stimulated this time. Still I knew this boy loved butt sex. With time I was going to train him how to give himself to me totally. After all, wasn't that the point of all of this? At least as far as no one but us knows. Hehe. But at the same time I was reminded that this was going to end at some point unless I found a way to get him to live with me. Joe was still there laying on the couch, his cock relaxing. He had his feet together, but his legs apart. I sat at his feet and gently took hold of his ankles, then pulled them to either side of my body. Joe got that shy little grin I was starting to adore, and got up on his elbows to shift his body closer. I was now fully between his legs with his entire body in reach. I resumed running my hands over every inch of exposed flesh. Then I let one hand explore the rest of his body while the other fondled his semi-hard cock, soft ballsack and silky wisps of pubic hairs. The words came out before I could think. "You are so fucking awesome. I can't get enough of you." Joe gave me a megawatt smile at that. Then he did something very simple and very gratifying at the same time. I felt him hook his ankles together behind my back and pull himself closer to me while at the same time he extended his arms behind his head. This kid just displayed all his body to me while pulling me closer between his legs. I could not resist the offer and immediately dove on his privates to suck his dick into my mouth. Joe responded, rapidly filling my mouth with hard boy dick again. We were within minutes of Joe's last nut and yet I was sucking again. Hardly any time passed before he gave me a little dribble accompanied by groans of pain at the feel of his overwrought dickhead. That was the third time in less than an hour. I knew his privates were worn out by now. That realization freed me to take my own additional pleasures. After taking another generous feel of Joe's body I stood up. Joe opened his eyes and watched me for the next command. I looked right into his eyes and directed him, "Strip me." His eyes got wide, but he did as instructed, sitting up on the sofa and starting with my belt. Joe got my pants unzipped and reasched inside to squeeze my hard cock in my boxer briefs before continuing with his task. He stood up and somewhat awkwardly tried to remove my shirt. Given that I was much taller he couldn't really lift the shirt over my head. We both laughed at the situation, and I finished removing my shirt. Joe looked down at my tented boxer briefs in my open shorts, then looked up at my face. I have no doubt he could read the lust on my face. He didn't ask, but sat again on the sofa and opened the fly to espose my stiff. Taking hold he smelled it, then shocked me by rubbing it on his cheek, then across his face and lips. It took every atom of will power to resist painting his face right then and there. I must have made some sound, because Joe stopped, looked up at me and seeming to feel my lust he once again proceeded to pull my shorts all the way down and off, followed by my underwear. Now I was naked in front of this young hottie. Joe sniffed, licked, and then took my dickhead into his mouth. After seconds he swallowed me all the way. I was in heaven. The feel of his mouth alone was incredible, but also watching this sweet little stud deep throat me like a pro was fucking phenomenol! The combination made me blow my load like a freshman in high school. I was also amazed he didn't gag, but took it all down his throat . Like watching a baby bird eat from its mother. I took a quick look at the clock to see how much time was left. There were so many things I wanted to do with this boy. But ultimately it would take much more time, and a lot of luck. For now I need to keep myself in the moment and enjoy this young boy sucking my dick. He was doing a great job. Plus I needed to remember he had the vision to plan our day at the park and then at my home. He planned on getting molested, and he made sure we had plenty of time for that. Brilliant boy! By now I definitely wanted to fuck his ass, but I didn't want to push him too far too fast. He would let me know when he was ready for the next level. I gently took hold and pushed his head off my dick. "Let's go upstairs." Of course I had Joe walk ahead of me so I could watch his ass. Once in my bedroom I directed Joe onto the bed in doggy position, legs apart as I sat on the bed behind him. He looked back at me over his shoulder. I peeled the running shorts off to take an uninterrupted view of his perfect ass. I wet my middle finger and slowly penetrated his bum. Joe pushed back on my finger in a steady rhythm. My other hand milked his cock and squeezed his balls. I was mesmerized by the beauty of his ass and the sight of my finger penetrating him. However his hard dick in my hand finally got my full atttention. I leaned in close and whispered in his ear, "Can I suck you again?" "Yes. Please." There was no hesitation or reservation in his voice. I tried to decide how I wanted him positioned. Then I realized my greatest fantasy would be a face full of boy meat, much like Joe started to do when he first embraced my dick, but far more intense. I stretched out on the bed, and pulled Joe on top with his legs straddling my head. His stiff cock and smooth balls were in my face, and once again in my mouth. The smell was intoxicating. My hands were groping his dimpled asscheeks and I decided I needed to go there again. So I pulled Joe forward to sit completely on my face with my furled tongue right up his asshole. ""AAAAhhhhhhhh!!!" The boy was literally riding my face, his ass on my tongue, his balls on my nose, and jacking his hard dick before my eyes. That is when he temporarily blinded me. His orgasm caught both of us off guard. It was a few thin milky squirts that dripped into my eye from his rampant dick. "Oh sorry!" It was ok. No regrets here. We both laughed. I pulled the bedsheet up to wipe my face. Then he stretched his body out on mine and we simply cuddled. OMG this kid felt great. I ran my hands up and down his body from his head to his thighs. I think he fell asleep. I glanced at the clock and realized time was getting short. I rolled us over to once again trace my fingers all across his well toned body and explore Joe's genitals. I slowly rubbed my hand over his groin and his cock was totally soft. "Sorry I can't get hard again.", he said softly. Oh dear boy! To think he was disappointing me after so many cums! "That will never be a problem for me sweet boy." I shifted my body between his legs, leaned in, and rubbed my face all over his sex. He pulled his legs up inviting me to his hole once again. After several more minutes of rimming I was ready for another gift. "Let's change position so you can suck my dick while I eat your ass." Wow, did that trigger a beaming smile! He got right into place and gleefully pushed his butt back into my face. Joe's silky mouth once again massaged my tool. However, this time he wasn't gentle; he was claiming possession of my meat. He didn't stop even after I came again in his mouth. Joe gave me some post-orgasmic treatment like I had given him before. Wow did my dick feel sensitive! Of course it didn't matter with his bunghole on my tongue. The most intimate, most sensitive, most private part of a boy is his asshole. If he let's you get at that, then he is yours. Well, at least that is what I believed. It was easy to believe with Joe bucking his rear on my face like he was riding one of those mechanical bulls. I had to throw my arms around his waist to keep him in place as I devoured his hole. Dear gawd I loved this. As he drained the last drops of cum from my poor, sore dick Joe rolled over onto the bed. My tongue was bereft. However, I slipped a finger inside his spit slick hole. I was rewarded with an erotic groan. I rubbed my face all over his jewels again. But all good things must end. I decided the ideal ending to our funday would be a shower. I got out of bed pulling the boy with me, and brought him back to my bathroom. Adjusting the water and having him step in I followed and gave him a long hug. From there I didn't do anything overtly sexual, except to soap his body everywhere I could reach. He felt as smooth as silk. I took delight in drying his body and having him dry mine when we got out, and then literally leading him by his dick back downstairs to his discarded clothes. Of course I didn't really want to see Joe get dressed again, but I figured I may as well make advantage of this situation. I put his tee shirt back on first, taking gratuitous feels of the rest of his body. I did the same as I put him back in his shorts, socks and sneakers. His briefs had been left in my bedroom and I had already decided to keep them. At that moment I had second thoughts, but not about keeping Joe's briefs, haha. I opened his shorts again to pull them down. I couldn't stop myself from one more time. I didn't need to say anything. I rubbed my face against his bare basket once again. I don't know why, but it feels so good that turned me on so much. Apparently it had the same effect on Joe as he began to harden. "I'll try to cum again. Sorry if I can't.", my boytoy said. How many times had Joe already cum? I lost count! He lifted his shirt as I pulled the shorts to his ankles. I enjoyed a long look at his nubile crotch. His dick danced before my intense focus. I took him into my mouth and focused all my senses on the young dick I was enjoying. My hands resumed goping his dimpled, muscular ass. This blowjob lasted for some time to our mutual delight. I loved the feel of Joe's hands gently holding my head as I nursed on his cock and pulled on his balls. The load wasn't much after the long afternoon of sex, but the sounds of pleasure more than compensated. I stood up and was surprised as Joe spontaneously kissed me. The smile on my face could have lit half a city with electricity. I enjoyed the kiss, then enjoyed putting his shorts back into place, slowly. We walked back into the garage with my hand on his ass. I started the car, but Joe quickly took my hand from the turning the key and placed it back on his basket, the same way I held him as we were driving to my place from the park, but his hand holding mine firmly in place this time. It was also different since he no longer had underwear. I felt my pulse begin to race again. How is this possible after so much sex? It's the mutual pursuit that promises more glory to come. Joe broke the silence and my frozen wonder. I suddenly realized we had said a word since I took him one last time. "I can push the button for the garage door." He favored me with that great smile. He was pushing more than one button for sure. I backed the car out, and he pushed the button to close the garage door as I gripped his basket. Joe placed both hands over mine, not to remove it, but rather to press it more firmly onto his sex. That is when I realized how much this whole day impacted me. My heart was racing a mile a minute. I was literalling eating the forbidden fruit just like I always wanted. We got back to the home before I knew it. Joe let go as soon as we turned the corner. He had never gotten hard. Even at his age he was worn out. However, he clearly enjoyed the affair we were having. I pulled my hand away reluctantly. "Thanks for planning everything so well. Did you have a good time today?", I asked, my heart still beating a little faster than normal. "Yeah. Thanks. It was great. I wanted to make you happy." Joe gave me that cute little shy smile smirk with which I had fallen in love. Then he got out of the car, closed the door and walked into the house. I sat there probably looking like I had a stroke or something as his words sunk into my brain. He had a good time AND he wanted to make me happy. The ball was in my court. It was time for me to make a play so this partnership would become permanent. I only needed to stay alert to strike when the opportunity was as ripe as my Joey. ...to be continued? P.S. Thank you for the feedback and for being patient. - Q </[email protected]> </div></div>
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Date: Sat, 25 Jan 2020 18:52:51 +0000 From: Qwik Loob Subject: Bringing Home A Boy - part 4 Disclaimer: Unless you are brand new to Nifty you know how this works. This is a work of fiction portraying consensual sex between a man and a boy. No real or fictional characters were harmed during the writing of this story. Do not read this if you are philosophically blind. If you are legally blind be sure to turn up the volume on your reader (thanks Fred!). If you are in a country or jurisdiction where it is illegal to read such material do not tell anyone what you are doing. We know you are doing the same things we do. We won't tell either. If you are a minor, pretend you are in the same situation as the folks above and follow that advice. If this material offends you face the fact that you are here because it turns you on. After you get off, go seek professional help to deal with your feelings. (See the "blind" part above.) All constructive comments are welcome at [email protected]. All flames will be ignored. Please donate something, anything, to keep Nifty going, and thanks to everyone who contributes. Keep 'em up! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html So I've been telling you about Joe, the hot boy living in the group home where I volunteer. I also told you how I got to have him all to myself for a day. I bet all of you remember how much fun we had, and what happened at the end of our time together. "Thanks for planning everything so well. Did you have a good time today?" I asked, my heart still beating a little faster than normal. "Yeah. Thanks. It was great. I wanted to make you happy." Joe gave me that cute little shy smile slash smirk with which I had fallen in love. Then he got out of the car, politely and firmly closed the door and walked into the house. I watched his sweet butt all the way until the door closed. I kept staring long after he went inside. I sat there probably looking like I had a stroke or something as his words sunk into my brain. He wanted to make ME happy. Like everything before this was just okay with me? I was in shock. My dream was so close I had literally tasted him. I hungered for more. Of course before today I never really thought about how much I could do with this young boy if I had regular access. As I drove back home and cleaned up from our adventure I could not stop thinking about Joe and my absolute infatuation with him and his young body. However, the potential reality hit me hard when Marge called me up. It was not unusual for her to call me to fill in for some last minute role. However this was a different conversation from the start. "Hey Rob. By all reports you boys had a wonderful time.", she said. "By all reports I assume you mean what Joe says?", I countered. "Well there are multiple reports all from the same source. Joe can't stop talking about you and the day you had together." That got my guard up some as I wasn't sure what details or situations he might accidently reveal. Did he talk only about the amusement park, or hint at our private amusements? I decided, against my nature, to take control of this conversation. "This kid attacks amusement parks like commandos attack an enemy base. He takes out all the critical targets. Then he eats." Marge laughed. "I had a great time, but I felt like his grandfather trying to keep up." We both laughed at that. "Well it's funny you should say that. I think of you more as one of those guys who has a trophy wife and becomes a father at 60, only minus the wife in your case." WHAT?!? Oh my gawd! Did Marge just call me out?!? I started to get anxious. What she said next almost triggered a full blown panic attack! "Please listen Rob, we don't have much time so I'll get right to the point.", she continued. "The reason all the boys needed to be out of the house during the Directors' meeting is because they have decided to close this home and merge it with others. In other provinces." Marge paused, waiting for my reaction. I realized my heart had stopped. I took a long, audible breath. "So... I guess there's not much more use for an old man. But thanks for the chance to be of service." Okay, I admit that was some total crap that I meant to sound noble, while ignoring the fact I had been secretly molesting one of those kids and never wanted to stop. Marge's next words were the gift of a lifetime. "You have been a great help these past months, especially with Joe. This is going to be a hard transition for everyone, but I worry the most about him. He's older, and harder to adopt. Most of the time he keeps to himself because he's angry or depressed about his parents. But when he's with you Joe lights up. He talks, he moves. He actually seems happy. You said you felt like Joe's grandfather and that's what he needs most right now. I can't arrange an adoption. I mean, if you even wanted to. There would be lots of hurdles, but... If you were willing to be a foster parent for Joe for awhile, the paperwork is a lot less, and the approvals a lot higher for hard to place kids." Those words came rushing out followed by another, longer pause. Poor Marge. She could not see the joy on my face, or hear the sound of a one thousand bells ringing in celebration as I took in her request to have Joe live with me. She must have called expecting to have to sell me on the idea. Little did she know I was a cat being asked to make my home into a bird cage. LOL. I played it cautiously. "Umm. Wow! I mean, umm... thanks... uhh... and... umm... I really do like the kid... and I wanna help anyway I can, but... umm. I mean, I have friends with kids. Most with grandkids at this point. So I guess it would be alright. But I never... um, I mean, can someone teach me? Like, how much support do I... I mean we. What help do we get?" I was babbling like an idiot I know. All the while I am mentally screaming at myself and praying, "Rob! Please don't fuck this up! Bring home your boy!!!" Marge let me off the hook. "So if I answer all your questions will you say yes to mine?" She served Joe up on a silver platter. I didn't hesitate anymore. "Yes. I will give it... sorry. I will give JOE, my best." Oh yeah, I was going to give it to my boy every waking hour of every day. Marge jumped in excitedly. "Oh great! I KNEW you would say yes. You're never too old to have a family, even if that means one special kid." She had know idea just how strongly I agreed with her at this moment. "I'll start the paperwork right away. We'll do a home visit, and hopefully make this happen before the site closes." Home visit? I guess I will have to make sure the guest bedroom looked appropriate for a kid. But, with Marge as my champion I just knew this was going to work out fine for all three of us. Marge gets what she thinks is a perfect placement for Joe, he gets to escape growing up in an orphanage for the next six years or more, and I get the biggest prize of all. I get Joe all to myself. "Should you tell him or should I?", Marge asked. Hmmm. Still tricky in all, but I was all in. "Let's tell him together.", I replied. That's what we did. Joe's reaction was perfect. Marge started with telling him the home was closing and everyone would be moving away. Joe's face darkened. He squeezed his eyes shut, and balled his fists. I jumped in before he could explode. "You can't live here anymore, but you can live with me." At his age his body reacted before his brain. His eyes opened wide. Joe stared at me, then at Marge to see if I was telling the truth, then back at me before launching himself into my arms. I felt my eyes getting wet, and my dick getting hard. Awkward!!! Marge excused herself, the hard part being completed in her mind. "I will leave you boys to make plans. Of course there is lots of paperwork with all this, but I think we can get approvals within a few weeks or so." Joe turned his head and beat me to the punch. "Thank you Miss." How sweet to hear my new boy's politeness. Our arms were still firmly wrapped around each other. I thought for a brief second Marge recognized there was something extra between Joe and me. If she did, she clearly thought it was for the best to ignore it. "Yes. Thank you Marge.", I added. She waved at us and left the room. Joe curled more fully into my lap. I felt his firm little butt pressing into my crotch. My hard dick was trapped and happy at the same time. Joe whispered softly into my ear. "Thank you. I promise I will do anything you want." I took a deep breath before confirming our pact.is "I promise I will give you everything you ask within my power." My cock was rock hard. Since we were alone in the room, and Joe was already in my arms, I risked grabbing his privates. He was hard too. "We will make this everything we have wanted from the beginning. Ok kid?" "Ok, boomer." He giggled. Sweet! My boy was willing to challenge me. Yet also willing to yield at the same time. This was clearly going to be a union of equals. Well, mostly. Joe gave me that adorabe smile and flexed his hips to press his crotch into my hand. "That feels so good. I think I just got wet in my shorts." He rocked his hips more insistently. I glanced toward toward the door of the room. Damn was this was so dangerous, yet so hot! I decided discretion was the better part of valor. It was stupid to waste our grand prize on getting caught at this point. I kissed Joe on the cheek and gave his boner a final, firm squeeze. "We are going to get what we both want. But let's have just a little more patience. You heard Miss Marge. Two weeks and you will be with me all the time. We are going to have a great time if we are patient." I could see the excitement in Joe's eyes. They absolutely sparkled. "Ok. May I call you Daddy from now on?" WTH??? This boy can call me anything he wants! "Of course, son." ----------- The whole Foster Parent process actually took months (almost as long as it took to write this chapter LOL). Fortunately they didn't want to close the home until after the end of the school session. That bought us some time. I don't think it would have happened at all without Marge's constant attention. I am guessing she had a maternal instinct for Joe, because there are few forces more powerful than a mother's love. Plus there were some peculiar rules around prospective fosters or adopters not being allowed to volunteer at the same time. So I didn't get to see Joe at all during that time. Some kind of conflict of interest I guess. Of course, I had no conflicts about my interests. I couldn't control my nervous energy. I spent the time browsing and ordering sexy undies and jockstraps (size asian small to make sure they would fit Joe properly) cockrings, and toys for my boy. I ordered a digital camera and a ED prescription for myself. Hehe. However all that was done in just the first 72 hours. The rest of the days, weeks, and months dragged on. The rules meant I couldn't even talk to Joe more than once a week on monitored calls. Joe's carrot was almost dangling right in front of me, but I couldn't eat it. I decided I would stop masturbating until he was in my arms. That was a hard resolve to keep as I kept thinking about the times we already had together. So I settled on playing with myself, but not cumming. Silly man! IT. WAS. TORTURE! The one good thing was that after awhile I actually had a wetdream. That hadn't happened since... well nevermind. I'll save that story for another day. Finally the day came when Marge called to give me the good news that I was approved as Joe's foster parent. This time I let her tell the boy alone. I could never trust Joe or myself to hold back after the way we reacted to each other when the whole idea was first announced. Instead Marge and I talked about when and how I would come collect him. At the appointed time I pulled up to find Joe already standing in front of the house with a gymbag. He didn't have much in the way of belongings. As soon as he saw me Joe turned and waved to Marge. He paused, then stretched out his arms and walked up to her. It was special to see them embrace. I think at that moment maybe I read Marge as well as she read me. I thought this was working out beautifully. I could see her standing framed in the doorway as Joe came to my car. I got out as he opened the back door to throw his bag inside. I waved at Marge, then gave her a thumbs up to promise her I was going to take good care of this boy. As always, Joe waited until we were past the stop sign at the corner to get intimate. He smoothly brought my hand into his lap, and put his hand on mine. I couldn't help but smile. Joe's smile looked even bigger. It struck me that this was a reality, and who knows how long it will last? I knew I should go for everything I wanted. That required I get used to telling this boy exactly what I want. "Now that we are finally living together I want to get to know you better. So can I ask you questions? I mean like any question no matter how personal?" Joe looked at me, then down at my hand fondling his junk through the shorts, and then back up at me with that sexy grin and a quick laugh. He tilted his head to the side while looking back at me as though the current situation made the answer obvious. "Sure. Heh." That was all the opening I needed. Well. I did have some other openings I was going to get to. Heh, indeed. "I have three questions.", I said. "Okey." Joe turned toward me, his hand still holding my busy hand between his legs. First, do you masturbate?" He literally laughed out loud at that. Joe also had a startling gleam in his eyes. He must have taken me for a fool, but for a long time I have wanted to hear a boy state the obvious. Joe smiled broadly, and I took note of his beautiful teeth. I couldn't help looking into his gorgeous eyes. I had to tear mine away to keep from driving us off the road just like the day of the amusement park ride. And what a ride this was becoming. I had a brief thought if this was how it felt to cavemen when they were bringing home some prize animal they had hunted. I was going to feast on this game for as long as possible. Joe still had not answered the question so I pressed on. I also gave his sex a strong squeeze for emphasis. "Come on now. You agreed I could ask you any question." "But I didn't say I was gonna answer them." He smirked, and broke into full laughter. What a saucy little brat! Yeah of course he was a pubescent boy, and they all tend to be little lawyers at that stage. This was going to be more fun than I hoped. I continued the twists and turns in our ride. "Well if you asked random people to listen to our conversation, with me asking if I can ask you any question, and you saying SURE, I am certain they would agree you will answer any and all of my questions." I paused for effect. "AND what's more, hearing your answers to all of my questions will really turn me on." It was my turn to chuckle a bit. "Shall I repeat the question? Tell me do you masturbate?" Joe was looking out the window as he shook his head yes. "Answer me. Let me hear you say it." "Yes.", he said as he turned to reveal his blushing face. "How much?" Joe shook his head from side to side even as he smiled. The blush grew brighter. It occurred to me Joe was more embarassed by talking about sex than actually having it. That is so cute. My bone was threatening to break the confines of my pants. Joe's dick felt equally hard as I stroked it through his shorts. If I didn't drive us off the road I also didn't want to make us both jizz our pants. At least not today. Heh. "How much?", I repeated. "Everyday." He was mesmerizing. Once again my eyes drifted off the road ahead. I really needed to pay more attention. But this boy was so perfect. "How many times each day?", I pressed. He giggled. "I dunno. A few times." "What is the most times in one day?" I really had Joe laughing now. "Four.", he whispered when he calmed down a bit. I was intrigued. Groping Joe through his shorts felt so natural like we had always played this game. "Four times in one day? That's not bad, but I think we will improve on that." Joe hit me with his sassy little retort. "Nah. I mean that's four questions. You said you had three." This was his most exuberant laugh of the ride. Victory! Joe had scored points in the argument. I loved how clever he was. I decided to play the daddy card. "Those are all subsets of the first question.There are more questions to come... before and after you cum." I squeezed his hard sex for emphasis. Joe giggled more and actually blushed again. I continued my interrogation. "Second question. Do you ever masturbate in the bathroom right before, during, or after you wash? Third question. The day we met, and you caught me checking you out, after you walked past me into the bathroom, did you jerk off while you were in there? Joe hung his head in cute embarassment. "Yeah.", he said softly. "What did you say? I couldn't hear you" "YES!" I could hear both the smile and the embarassment in Joe's voice. I swear his dick pulsed as he answered. I was having a really tough time watching the road instead of watching joe. "Was that the answer to my second question or my third?" I glanced at him and saw a fleeting puzzled look on his face. Again, Joe looked out the window before turning to face me and answer. "Both, I guess." I was really enjoying the rosy blush in my boy's face. I started thinking about the questions I was going to ask while he was naked. Muahaha. "Bonus question. Did you think of me while you wanked?" Joe's vulnerabilty was saved by arrival at what was now our home. He quickly reached up to open the garage door. Even though he had only done it once before it was a smooth motion for him. Joe pushed it again to close the door behind us before we got out of the car and he retrieved his bag. I enjoyed seeing how his erection was so obvious in his shorts. The familiar smirk was back on his face and he wasn't blushing. Like I said, Joe was perfectly fine with my enjoyment of his body and more as long as he didn't have to talk about it. Of course I was going to teach him to talk about our sexplay as much as possible. We walked from the garage into the kitchen. Joe put his bag down on a chair as we turned to face each other. We stood there and I gave silent thanks for my long awaited grand prize. It was time to collect. "Strip down to your briefs." Joe gave me that priceless grin and obeyed immediately. I reached to grab hold of his wonderful erection and full balls through the cotton cloth. "From now on you wear only underwear or nothing at all. Understand?" Joe nodded his head. I hooked a finger into his waistband and pulled it forward to take a look at his jewels. I noticed my boy had grown a bit more hair and gotten a touch longer as well. "I did not hear you answer me. Do you understand what I am telling you?" What Joe did next totally stunned and excited me at the same time. He slapped my hands away and shouted, "Only if you catch me!" He ran to the other side of the island in the kitchen, laughing loudly, then sprinted toward the dining room. I ran after of course. The way my home was laid out he could run endless cirlcles around the first floor. However, Joe only made me do a couple of circuits before he quickly ran up the stairs. It was a joy to see his tight buns flexing through the underwear as he ran about laughing all the way. I wondered if he would make me chase him in circles upstairs, but he ran right into my bedroom and jumped up on the bed. "Okay. You got me!" Turning to face me Joe got on his knees, legs wide, and put his hands behind his head. I could not have requested a more beautiful image. I seized his sex tightly through his briefs and leaned in to lick at his smooth armpits. Joe moaned. This boy had me so excited. "So you naughty boy. Answer my questions." Joe sighed. I nibbled at his neck. "I don't remember the questions. I'm too horny to think." His hands gripped my shoulders. "But remember I caught you. And you know the rules of this house, SON." The added emphasis got the reaction I hoped for. His smile actually brightened the whole room, at least from where I was standing. "The day we met and you caught me perving your hot, almost naked body, did you masturbate in the shower and think about me?" Our eyes met in a cosmic conspiracy. I loved that Joe still blushed even though there was no doubt we were now full sexual playmates. "I started. But then I was afraid you might leave, so I didn't finish, and ran to go outside and make sure you were still there." Oh my! What a sweet thing to hear! I briefly wondered if I was dreaming, or having a stroke. But this boy's voice and words were total music to my ears. "I want you to shower and masturbate for me right now, just like you did the day we met. Of course, this time, it will be like I followed you into the bathroom. And you get to finish." Joe giggled. I was still groping his privates. I realized I would have to let go so he could move. That didn't stop me from fondling his butt as he walked to the bathroom. Sweet lord his ass was perfect. As we entered the bathroom I has a sudden flash of inspiration. "Hey son. I have another idea. I want to bathe you instead. Keep your briefs on and fill the bath tub with warm water." Once again Joe jumped right in line with the lechery of it all. He leaned over to turn on the water, adjust the temperature, and fill the tub. Of course I kept fondling his butt as this happened. I almost could not believe the fortune of having my young boy here and in my hands. What happened next was so wonderful I feared I would simply have a stroke and die. As the bathtub filled with warm water Joe stepped in and I got down on my knees beside the tub. Now my face was right level with Joe's crotch. I ran my hands up his thighs to pull him close and let me rub my face against his trapped, swollen jewels. The scent was indescribable. I guess the only description that comes close is Joe smelled like a combination of joy and victory, if that even makes sense. I was so happy. I let go to turn off the tap and he lowered himself into the water. Ohhh dear! As the water soaked Joe's briefs they turned translucent, then transparent. The beautiful colors of his sex showed well through the wet briefs and clear water. Placing my hands on his hot body I moved Joe to lay back in the water up to his neck as I felt all over his body. I gave extra special attention to his groin. Joe's eyes were closed. He had a relaxed smile on his face. I was grinning like the cheshire cat. "Get up on your knees." I reached for the soap as he complied. Quickly I lathered my hands before slowly lathering Joe's smooth flesh from his neck to his waist. I took special care in raising his arms to lather his smooth armpits. Joe couldn't help laugh and jerk reflexively as I tickled him. Yet, to his credit he never pulled away from my touch. I let him settle down while I lathered my hands more. I stared at his wet briefs in silent gratitude. So fucking sexy. I begAn to slowly lather the wet cotton, sliding my soapy hands everywhere feeling his butt, balls and boner. Joe's eyes were still closed and his breathing a little faster. Gripping his pole tightly I brought my other hand up Joe's back to have him bend over to hands and knees. His ass was incredible. As I continued squeezing and stroking his cock through the wet, soapy briefs I rubbed slow lazy circles all over his sweet ass. Joe's butt had beautiful dimples from his muscles when he was standing, or running, or reaching down for something, yet was also a perfect bubble butt at rest. He wasn't resting now. I realized my boy was slowly fucking my hand as I fondled his young ass. His head was back and his mouth formed a perfect O. I looked forward to seeing those lips around my stiff. But first things first. I worked the briefs over Joe's cheeks and down to the tops of his thighs. I sighed out loud seeing his beautiful butt. I now applied the suds directly to his wonderful flesh as my fingers delved into his valley. He gasped as my fingers slid across his hole. It gaped and flexed with his pleasure. I knew it was time to start. I slid my middle finger back and forth, then just as Joe flexed again I got the tip in. I felt him hold his breath. Then my sweet boy relaxed and my finger slid all the way in. I worked it in and out for a time. I had to let go of Joe's trapped cock because I knew he couldn't help but blow his load right then. I wanted to teach him to edge. The longer he lasts, the better the play I figure. That did not stop me from continuing to run my free hand all over Joe's chest and hot abs. I took some flicks at his nipples too. His reaction was just what you would imagine. "Ok. Stand up." Joe gave the me the most electric smile as he stood. This was a bigger smile than the amusement park day. He was covered in thick suds from his neck to the tops of his thighs. The briefs were still exposing his ass and clinging tightly to his hard dick. Gorgeous. Amazing that he had allowed all this without cumming yet. Then again I would never have known if there was precum with all the soap and water. Only Joe's legs remained. I lathered my hands again. The feel of a young boy's thighs is sublime. With soap and water the feel is like silk. I worked up and down each leg, savoring the feel and the sight. That was when Joe's cock began to pulse rythymically in his constraining brief like a beacon. I carefully pulled his waistband away and down from his cock. He was so hard I knew it could break if stretched too far. Hehe. I lowered the soaked cloth down Joe's legs. He raised first one foot, then the other to let me pull the underwear off completely. That movement gave me another idea. "Raise your foot again." Joe started to raise one foot, then stopped. "Which one?", he asked. It was the first time he had spoken since we entered the bathroom. What a sweet voice. What a sweet child. "It doesn't matter baby. I'm going to wash both of them." Joe raised a foot and gave it the same attention as the rest of his body. Well almost all the rest. When his foot was as sudsy as the rest of his body I held it out farther to the side leaving his crotch more exposed for me to resume wanking Joe with the slippery suds. I loved his reaction. Joe's eyes grew larger He gasped. His body jerked again. I did not prolong the strokes. I had already kept this boy on edge for at least an hour since I picked him up. The water was getting cold. "Last leg son." I let go of Joe's foot and his cock. He got that special grin on his face. I went to work on his other leg down to the foot, then moved it to the side. Joe was clearly expecting that and adjusted his balance. He was watching my hand move for his dick when I surprised him by sliding my hand between his legs to drive my middle finger back up his chute. "Ooohhh ffuuuck!" I had to hold him from falling. No regrets there. I worked a second finger inside as I took back to beating his slippery pud. Even though I knew it was going to happen Joe still surprised with both volume and force. His cum didn't just paint my face, he thoroughly drenched it. I think my face must have looked like it was melting with all the cum dripping down. "Oh my gawd!. I... I'm... I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to cum, I mean not before you wanted me. And your face. I'm sorry..." "Relax son. That was awesome." I reached for wash cloth, then stopped and wiped his jizz from my face into my mouth. Joe's grin was one of total pride as he watched me eat his spunk. I wiped the last traces away with the cloth, then used it to rinse the soap from Joe's body. It didn't take long for me to leave the wash cloth floating in the water and directly rinse Joe with my hands. The feel was so electric I thought I should have been shocked by the energy. I took a few more casual swipes and penetrations of his butthole. I creakingly stood up. I hadn't realized how long I was kneeling on the floor. Joe stepped out of the tub and I toweled him off as the water drained. This was brilliant. How much more was I going to do? Heh, indeed.
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Sat, 25 Jan 2020 18:52:51 +0000 From: Qwik Loob <[email protected]> Subject: Bringing Home A Boy - part 4 Disclaimer: Unless you are brand new to Nifty you know how this works. This is a work of fiction portraying consensual sex between a man and a boy. No real or fictional characters were harmed during the writing of this story. Do not read this if you are philosophically blind. If you are legally blind be sure to turn up the volume on your reader (thanks Fred!). If you are in a country or jurisdiction where it is illegal to read such material do not tell anyone what you are doing. We know you are doing the same things we do. We won't tell either. If you are a minor, pretend you are in the same situation as the folks above and follow that advice. If this material offends you face the fact that you are here because it turns you on. After you get off, go seek professional help to deal with your feelings. (See the "blind" part above.) All constructive comments are welcome at [email protected]. All flames will be ignored. Please donate something, anything, to keep Nifty going, and thanks to everyone who contributes. Keep 'em up! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html So I've been telling you about Joe, the hot boy living in the group home where I volunteer. I also told you how I got to have him all to myself for a day. I bet all of you remember how much fun we had, and what happened at the end of our time together. "Thanks for planning everything so well. Did you have a good time today?" I asked, my heart still beating a little faster than normal. "Yeah. Thanks. It was great. I wanted to make you happy." Joe gave me that cute little shy smile slash smirk with which I had fallen in love. Then he got out of the car, politely and firmly closed the door and walked into the house. I watched his sweet butt all the way until the door closed. I kept staring long after he went inside. I sat there probably looking like I had a stroke or something as his words sunk into my brain. He wanted to make ME happy. Like everything before this was just okay with me? I was in shock. My dream was so close I had literally tasted him. I hungered for more. Of course before today I never really thought about how much I could do with this young boy if I had regular access. As I drove back home and cleaned up from our adventure I could not stop thinking about Joe and my absolute infatuation with him and his young body. However, the potential reality hit me hard when Marge called me up. It was not unusual for her to call me to fill in for some last minute role. However this was a different conversation from the start. "Hey Rob. By all reports you boys had a wonderful time.", she said. "By all reports I assume you mean what Joe says?", I countered. "Well there are multiple reports all from the same source. Joe can't stop talking about you and the day you had together." That got my guard up some as I wasn't sure what details or situations he might accidently reveal. Did he talk only about the amusement park, or hint at our private amusements? I decided, against my nature, to take control of this conversation. "This kid attacks amusement parks like commandos attack an enemy base. He takes out all the critical targets. Then he eats." Marge laughed. "I had a great time, but I felt like his grandfather trying to keep up." We both laughed at that. "Well it's funny you should say that. I think of you more as one of those guys who has a trophy wife and becomes a father at 60, only minus the wife in your case." WHAT?!? Oh my gawd! Did Marge just call me out?!? I started to get anxious. What she said next almost triggered a full blown panic attack! "Please listen Rob, we don't have much time so I'll get right to the point.", she continued. "The reason all the boys needed to be out of the house during the Directors' meeting is because they have decided to close this home and merge it with others. In other provinces." Marge paused, waiting for my reaction. I realized my heart had stopped. I took a long, audible breath. "So... I guess there's not much more use for an old man. But thanks for the chance to be of service." Okay, I admit that was some total crap that I meant to sound noble, while ignoring the fact I had been secretly molesting one of those kids and never wanted to stop. Marge's next words were the gift of a lifetime. "You have been a great help these past months, especially with Joe. This is going to be a hard transition for everyone, but I worry the most about him. He's older, and harder to adopt. Most of the time he keeps to himself because he's angry or depressed about his parents. But when he's with you Joe lights up. He talks, he moves. He actually seems happy. You said you felt like Joe's grandfather and that's what he needs most right now. I can't arrange an adoption. I mean, if you even wanted to. There would be lots of hurdles, but... If you were willing to be a foster parent for Joe for awhile, the paperwork is a lot less, and the approvals a lot higher for hard to place kids." Those words came rushing out followed by another, longer pause. Poor Marge. She could not see the joy on my face, or hear the sound of a one thousand bells ringing in celebration as I took in her request to have Joe live with me. She must have called expecting to have to sell me on the idea. Little did she know I was a cat being asked to make my home into a bird cage. LOL. I played it cautiously. "Umm. Wow! I mean, umm... thanks... uhh... and... umm... I really do like the kid... and I wanna help anyway I can, but... umm. I mean, I have friends with kids. Most with grandkids at this point. So I guess it would be alright. But I never... um, I mean, can someone teach me? Like, how much support do I... I mean we. What help do we get?" I was babbling like an idiot I know. All the while I am mentally screaming at myself and praying, "Rob! Please don't fuck this up! Bring home your boy!!!" Marge let me off the hook. "So if I answer all your questions will you say yes to mine?" She served Joe up on a silver platter. I didn't hesitate anymore. "Yes. I will give it... sorry. I will give JOE, my best." Oh yeah, I was going to give it to my boy every waking hour of every day. Marge jumped in excitedly. "Oh great! I KNEW you would say yes. You're never too old to have a family, even if that means one special kid." She had know idea just how strongly I agreed with her at this moment. "I'll start the paperwork right away. We'll do a home visit, and hopefully make this happen before the site closes." Home visit? I guess I will have to make sure the guest bedroom looked appropriate for a kid. But, with Marge as my champion I just knew this was going to work out fine for all three of us. Marge gets what she thinks is a perfect placement for Joe, he gets to escape growing up in an orphanage for the next six years or more, and I get the biggest prize of all. I get Joe all to myself. "Should you tell him or should I?", Marge asked. Hmmm. Still tricky in all, but I was all in. "Let's tell him together.", I replied. That's what we did. Joe's reaction was perfect. Marge started with telling him the home was closing and everyone would be moving away. Joe's face darkened. He squeezed his eyes shut, and balled his fists. I jumped in before he could explode. "You can't live here anymore, but you can live with me." At his age his body reacted before his brain. His eyes opened wide. Joe stared at me, then at Marge to see if I was telling the truth, then back at me before launching himself into my arms. I felt my eyes getting wet, and my dick getting hard. Awkward!!! Marge excused herself, the hard part being completed in her mind. "I will leave you boys to make plans. Of course there is lots of paperwork with all this, but I think we can get approvals within a few weeks or so." Joe turned his head and beat me to the punch. "Thank you Miss." How sweet to hear my new boy's politeness. Our arms were still firmly wrapped around each other. I thought for a brief second Marge recognized there was something extra between Joe and me. If she did, she clearly thought it was for the best to ignore it. "Yes. Thank you Marge.", I added. She waved at us and left the room. Joe curled more fully into my lap. I felt his firm little butt pressing into my crotch. My hard dick was trapped and happy at the same time. Joe whispered softly into my ear. "Thank you. I promise I will do anything you want." I took a deep breath before confirming our pact.is "I promise I will give you everything you ask within my power." My cock was rock hard. Since we were alone in the room, and Joe was already in my arms, I risked grabbing his privates. He was hard too. "We will make this everything we have wanted from the beginning. Ok kid?" "Ok, boomer." He giggled. Sweet! My boy was willing to challenge me. Yet also willing to yield at the same time. This was clearly going to be a union of equals. Well, mostly. Joe gave me that adorabe smile and flexed his hips to press his crotch into my hand. "That feels so good. I think I just got wet in my shorts." He rocked his hips more insistently. I glanced toward toward the door of the room. Damn was this was so dangerous, yet so hot! I decided discretion was the better part of valor. It was stupid to waste our grand prize on getting caught at this point. I kissed Joe on the cheek and gave his boner a final, firm squeeze. "We are going to get what we both want. But let's have just a little more patience. You heard Miss Marge. Two weeks and you will be with me all the time. We are going to have a great time if we are patient." I could see the excitement in Joe's eyes. They absolutely sparkled. "Ok. May I call you Daddy from now on?" WTH??? This boy can call me anything he wants! "Of course, son." ----------- The whole Foster Parent process actually took months (almost as long as it took to write this chapter LOL). Fortunately they didn't want to close the home until after the end of the school session. That bought us some time. I don't think it would have happened at all without Marge's constant attention. I am guessing she had a maternal instinct for Joe, because there are few forces more powerful than a mother's love. Plus there were some peculiar rules around prospective fosters or adopters not being allowed to volunteer at the same time. So I didn't get to see Joe at all during that time. Some kind of conflict of interest I guess. Of course, I had no conflicts about my interests. I couldn't control my nervous energy. I spent the time browsing and ordering sexy undies and jockstraps (size asian small to make sure they would fit Joe properly) cockrings, and toys for my boy. I ordered a digital camera and a ED prescription for myself. Hehe. However all that was done in just the first 72 hours. The rest of the days, weeks, and months dragged on. The rules meant I couldn't even talk to Joe more than once a week on monitored calls. Joe's carrot was almost dangling right in front of me, but I couldn't eat it. I decided I would stop masturbating until he was in my arms. That was a hard resolve to keep as I kept thinking about the times we already had together. So I settled on playing with myself, but not cumming. Silly man! IT. WAS. TORTURE! The one good thing was that after awhile I actually had a wetdream. That hadn't happened since... well nevermind. I'll save that story for another day. Finally the day came when Marge called to give me the good news that I was approved as Joe's foster parent. This time I let her tell the boy alone. I could never trust Joe or myself to hold back after the way we reacted to each other when the whole idea was first announced. Instead Marge and I talked about when and how I would come collect him. At the appointed time I pulled up to find Joe already standing in front of the house with a gymbag. He didn't have much in the way of belongings. As soon as he saw me Joe turned and waved to Marge. He paused, then stretched out his arms and walked up to her. It was special to see them embrace. I think at that moment maybe I read Marge as well as she read me. I thought this was working out beautifully. I could see her standing framed in the doorway as Joe came to my car. I got out as he opened the back door to throw his bag inside. I waved at Marge, then gave her a thumbs up to promise her I was going to take good care of this boy. As always, Joe waited until we were past the stop sign at the corner to get intimate. He smoothly brought my hand into his lap, and put his hand on mine. I couldn't help but smile. Joe's smile looked even bigger. It struck me that this was a reality, and who knows how long it will last? I knew I should go for everything I wanted. That required I get used to telling this boy exactly what I want. "Now that we are finally living together I want to get to know you better. So can I ask you questions? I mean like any question no matter how personal?" Joe looked at me, then down at my hand fondling his junk through the shorts, and then back up at me with that sexy grin and a quick laugh. He tilted his head to the side while looking back at me as though the current situation made the answer obvious. "Sure. Heh." That was all the opening I needed. Well. I did have some other openings I was going to get to. Heh, indeed. "I have three questions.", I said. "Okey." Joe turned toward me, his hand still holding my busy hand between his legs. First, do you masturbate?" He literally laughed out loud at that. Joe also had a startling gleam in his eyes. He must have taken me for a fool, but for a long time I have wanted to hear a boy state the obvious. Joe smiled broadly, and I took note of his beautiful teeth. I couldn't help looking into his gorgeous eyes. I had to tear mine away to keep from driving us off the road just like the day of the amusement park ride. And what a ride this was becoming. I had a brief thought if this was how it felt to cavemen when they were bringing home some prize animal they had hunted. I was going to feast on this game for as long as possible. Joe still had not answered the question so I pressed on. I also gave his sex a strong squeeze for emphasis. "Come on now. You agreed I could ask you any question." "But I didn't say I was gonna answer them." He smirked, and broke into full laughter. What a saucy little brat! Yeah of course he was a pubescent boy, and they all tend to be little lawyers at that stage. This was going to be more fun than I hoped. I continued the twists and turns in our ride. "Well if you asked random people to listen to our conversation, with me asking if I can ask you any question, and you saying SURE, I am certain they would agree you will answer any and all of my questions." I paused for effect. "AND what's more, hearing your answers to all of my questions will really turn me on." It was my turn to chuckle a bit. "Shall I repeat the question? Tell me do you masturbate?" Joe was looking out the window as he shook his head yes. "Answer me. Let me hear you say it." "Yes.", he said as he turned to reveal his blushing face. "How much?" Joe shook his head from side to side even as he smiled. The blush grew brighter. It occurred to me Joe was more embarassed by talking about sex than actually having it. That is so cute. My bone was threatening to break the confines of my pants. Joe's dick felt equally hard as I stroked it through his shorts. If I didn't drive us off the road I also didn't want to make us both jizz our pants. At least not today. Heh. "How much?", I repeated. "Everyday." He was mesmerizing. Once again my eyes drifted off the road ahead. I really needed to pay more attention. But this boy was so perfect. "How many times each day?", I pressed. He giggled. "I dunno. A few times." "What is the most times in one day?" I really had Joe laughing now. "Four.", he whispered when he calmed down a bit. I was intrigued. Groping Joe through his shorts felt so natural like we had always played this game. "Four times in one day? That's not bad, but I think we will improve on that." Joe hit me with his sassy little retort. "Nah. I mean that's four questions. You said you had three." This was his most exuberant laugh of the ride. Victory! Joe had scored points in the argument. I loved how clever he was. I decided to play the daddy card. "Those are all subsets of the first question.There are more questions to come... before and after you cum." I squeezed his hard sex for emphasis. Joe giggled more and actually blushed again. I continued my interrogation. "Second question. Do you ever masturbate in the bathroom right before, during, or after you wash? Third question. The day we met, and you caught me checking you out, after you walked past me into the bathroom, did you jerk off while you were in there? Joe hung his head in cute embarassment. "Yeah.", he said softly. "What did you say? I couldn't hear you" "YES!" I could hear both the smile and the embarassment in Joe's voice. I swear his dick pulsed as he answered. I was having a really tough time watching the road instead of watching joe. "Was that the answer to my second question or my third?" I glanced at him and saw a fleeting puzzled look on his face. Again, Joe looked out the window before turning to face me and answer. "Both, I guess." I was really enjoying the rosy blush in my boy's face. I started thinking about the questions I was going to ask while he was naked. Muahaha. "Bonus question. Did you think of me while you wanked?" Joe's vulnerabilty was saved by arrival at what was now our home. He quickly reached up to open the garage door. Even though he had only done it once before it was a smooth motion for him. Joe pushed it again to close the door behind us before we got out of the car and he retrieved his bag. I enjoyed seeing how his erection was so obvious in his shorts. The familiar smirk was back on his face and he wasn't blushing. Like I said, Joe was perfectly fine with my enjoyment of his body and more as long as he didn't have to talk about it. Of course I was going to teach him to talk about our sexplay as much as possible. We walked from the garage into the kitchen. Joe put his bag down on a chair as we turned to face each other. We stood there and I gave silent thanks for my long awaited grand prize. It was time to collect. "Strip down to your briefs." Joe gave me that priceless grin and obeyed immediately. I reached to grab hold of his wonderful erection and full balls through the cotton cloth. "From now on you wear only underwear or nothing at all. Understand?" Joe nodded his head. I hooked a finger into his waistband and pulled it forward to take a look at his jewels. I noticed my boy had grown a bit more hair and gotten a touch longer as well. "I did not hear you answer me. Do you understand what I am telling you?" What Joe did next totally stunned and excited me at the same time. He slapped my hands away and shouted, "Only if you catch me!" He ran to the other side of the island in the kitchen, laughing loudly, then sprinted toward the dining room. I ran after of course. The way my home was laid out he could run endless cirlcles around the first floor. However, Joe only made me do a couple of circuits before he quickly ran up the stairs. It was a joy to see his tight buns flexing through the underwear as he ran about laughing all the way. I wondered if he would make me chase him in circles upstairs, but he ran right into my bedroom and jumped up on the bed. "Okay. You got me!" Turning to face me Joe got on his knees, legs wide, and put his hands behind his head. I could not have requested a more beautiful image. I seized his sex tightly through his briefs and leaned in to lick at his smooth armpits. Joe moaned. This boy had me so excited. "So you naughty boy. Answer my questions." Joe sighed. I nibbled at his neck. "I don't remember the questions. I'm too horny to think." His hands gripped my shoulders. "But remember I caught you. And you know the rules of this house, SON." The added emphasis got the reaction I hoped for. His smile actually brightened the whole room, at least from where I was standing. "The day we met and you caught me perving your hot, almost naked body, did you masturbate in the shower and think about me?" Our eyes met in a cosmic conspiracy. I loved that Joe still blushed even though there was no doubt we were now full sexual playmates. "I started. But then I was afraid you might leave, so I didn't finish, and ran to go outside and make sure you were still there." Oh my! What a sweet thing to hear! I briefly wondered if I was dreaming, or having a stroke. But this boy's voice and words were total music to my ears. "I want you to shower and masturbate for me right now, just like you did the day we met. Of course, this time, it will be like I followed you into the bathroom. And you get to finish." Joe giggled. I was still groping his privates. I realized I would have to let go so he could move. That didn't stop me from fondling his butt as he walked to the bathroom. Sweet lord his ass was perfect. As we entered the bathroom I has a sudden flash of inspiration. "Hey son. I have another idea. I want to bathe you instead. Keep your briefs on and fill the bath tub with warm water." Once again Joe jumped right in line with the lechery of it all. He leaned over to turn on the water, adjust the temperature, and fill the tub. Of course I kept fondling his butt as this happened. I almost could not believe the fortune of having my young boy here and in my hands. What happened next was so wonderful I feared I would simply have a stroke and die. As the bathtub filled with warm water Joe stepped in and I got down on my knees beside the tub. Now my face was right level with Joe's crotch. I ran my hands up his thighs to pull him close and let me rub my face against his trapped, swollen jewels. The scent was indescribable. I guess the only description that comes close is Joe smelled like a combination of joy and victory, if that even makes sense. I was so happy. I let go to turn off the tap and he lowered himself into the water. Ohhh dear! As the water soaked Joe's briefs they turned translucent, then transparent. The beautiful colors of his sex showed well through the wet briefs and clear water. Placing my hands on his hot body I moved Joe to lay back in the water up to his neck as I felt all over his body. I gave extra special attention to his groin. Joe's eyes were closed. He had a relaxed smile on his face. I was grinning like the cheshire cat. "Get up on your knees." I reached for the soap as he complied. Quickly I lathered my hands before slowly lathering Joe's smooth flesh from his neck to his waist. I took special care in raising his arms to lather his smooth armpits. Joe couldn't help laugh and jerk reflexively as I tickled him. Yet, to his credit he never pulled away from my touch. I let him settle down while I lathered my hands more. I stared at his wet briefs in silent gratitude. So fucking sexy. I begAn to slowly lather the wet cotton, sliding my soapy hands everywhere feeling his butt, balls and boner. Joe's eyes were still closed and his breathing a little faster. Gripping his pole tightly I brought my other hand up Joe's back to have him bend over to hands and knees. His ass was incredible. As I continued squeezing and stroking his cock through the wet, soapy briefs I rubbed slow lazy circles all over his sweet ass. Joe's butt had beautiful dimples from his muscles when he was standing, or running, or reaching down for something, yet was also a perfect bubble butt at rest. He wasn't resting now. I realized my boy was slowly fucking my hand as I fondled his young ass. His head was back and his mouth formed a perfect O. I looked forward to seeing those lips around my stiff. But first things first. I worked the briefs over Joe's cheeks and down to the tops of his thighs. I sighed out loud seeing his beautiful butt. I now applied the suds directly to his wonderful flesh as my fingers delved into his valley. He gasped as my fingers slid across his hole. It gaped and flexed with his pleasure. I knew it was time to start. I slid my middle finger back and forth, then just as Joe flexed again I got the tip in. I felt him hold his breath. Then my sweet boy relaxed and my finger slid all the way in. I worked it in and out for a time. I had to let go of Joe's trapped cock because I knew he couldn't help but blow his load right then. I wanted to teach him to edge. The longer he lasts, the better the play I figure. That did not stop me from continuing to run my free hand all over Joe's chest and hot abs. I took some flicks at his nipples too. His reaction was just what you would imagine. "Ok. Stand up." Joe gave the me the most electric smile as he stood. This was a bigger smile than the amusement park day. He was covered in thick suds from his neck to the tops of his thighs. The briefs were still exposing his ass and clinging tightly to his hard dick. Gorgeous. Amazing that he had allowed all this without cumming yet. Then again I would never have known if there was precum with all the soap and water. Only Joe's legs remained. I lathered my hands again. The feel of a young boy's thighs is sublime. With soap and water the feel is like silk. I worked up and down each leg, savoring the feel and the sight. That was when Joe's cock began to pulse rythymically in his constraining brief like a beacon. I carefully pulled his waistband away and down from his cock. He was so hard I knew it could break if stretched too far. Hehe. I lowered the soaked cloth down Joe's legs. He raised first one foot, then the other to let me pull the underwear off completely. That movement gave me another idea. "Raise your foot again." Joe started to raise one foot, then stopped. "Which one?", he asked. It was the first time he had spoken since we entered the bathroom. What a sweet voice. What a sweet child. "It doesn't matter baby. I'm going to wash both of them." Joe raised a foot and gave it the same attention as the rest of his body. Well almost all the rest. When his foot was as sudsy as the rest of his body I held it out farther to the side leaving his crotch more exposed for me to resume wanking Joe with the slippery suds. I loved his reaction. Joe's eyes grew larger He gasped. His body jerked again. I did not prolong the strokes. I had already kept this boy on edge for at least an hour since I picked him up. The water was getting cold. "Last leg son." I let go of Joe's foot and his cock. He got that special grin on his face. I went to work on his other leg down to the foot, then moved it to the side. Joe was clearly expecting that and adjusted his balance. He was watching my hand move for his dick when I surprised him by sliding my hand between his legs to drive my middle finger back up his chute. "Ooohhh ffuuuck!" I had to hold him from falling. No regrets there. I worked a second finger inside as I took back to beating his slippery pud. Even though I knew it was going to happen Joe still surprised with both volume and force. His cum didn't just paint my face, he thoroughly drenched it. I think my face must have looked like it was melting with all the cum dripping down. "Oh my gawd!. I... I'm... I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to cum, I mean not before you wanted me. And your face. I'm sorry..." "Relax son. That was awesome." I reached for wash cloth, then stopped and wiped his jizz from my face into my mouth. Joe's grin was one of total pride as he watched me eat his spunk. I wiped the last traces away with the cloth, then used it to rinse the soap from Joe's body. It didn't take long for me to leave the wash cloth floating in the water and directly rinse Joe with my hands. The feel was so electric I thought I should have been shocked by the energy. I took a few more casual swipes and penetrations of his butthole. I creakingly stood up. I hadn't realized how long I was kneeling on the floor. Joe stepped out of the tub and I toweled him off as the water drained. This was brilliant. How much more was I going to do? Heh, indeed. </[email protected]> </div></div>
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Date: Mon, 28 Sep 2020 21:10:12 +0000 From: Qwik Loob Subject: Bringing Home a Boy chapter 5 Disclaimer: Unless you are brand new to Nifty you know how this works. This is a work of fiction portraying consensual sex between a man and a boy. No real or fictional characters were harmed during the writing of this story. Do not read this if you are philosophically blind. If you are legally blind be sure to turn up the volume on your reader (thanks Fred!). If you are in a country or jurisdiction where it is illegal to read such material do not tell anyone what you are doing. We know you are doing the same things we do. We won't tell either. If you are a minor, pretend you are in the same situation as the folks above and follow that advice. If this material offends you face the fact that you are here because it turns you on. After you get off, go seek professional help to deal with your feelings. (See the "blind" part above.) All constructive comments are welcome at [email protected]. All flames will be ignored. Please donate something, anything, to keep Nifty going, and thanks to everyone who contributes. Keep 'em up! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html So I've been telling you about Joe, the hot boy who was living in the orphanage where I volunteered. Only now Joe lives with me. Which means I get 24/7 access to his hot body. I had just finished bathing, fingering, and masturbating my boy. Now he was dry, except his damp hair hung down in twists and curls over his eyes and ears. I liked the look. You know how young boys can be as pretty as girls? I had a very pretty boy when his hair was down and damp like this. I also had a very cute boy when his hair was dry and styled. The luxury of thinking about his hairstyles struck me as funny given that I didn't even have to think about seeing Joe naked. Now it would happen all the time! "I have wanted a boy all my life and here you finally are." The words flew from my mouth before the thought crystalized in my mind. "Kewl!" Joe clasped his hands behind his naked butt, spread his feet, and favored me with that beautiful, shy smile while pushing his jewels forward on display. "You're my daddy now." "You're my boy." "I'm your toy.", Joe countered. He was honest beyond a fault. "You're both. My boytoy.", I affirmed. "Now I need to work on making you my legal son so you will always stay here." He seemed to light up even more with the confirmation that he had earned his place with me, and that I would do anything to get him permanently. "I'm you're boytoy. I'll do anything you want, daddy." Joe was moving his hips in a smooth, circular motion, and that smile... Okay I know I can be slow to get the hints! That smile. The way he always seems so shy while simultaneously so horny and open to my predations. Holy shit! I realized how hard this boy worked to seduce me all along. I mean I know he was the first one to breach the possibility after he caught me checking out his nearly naked body. Remember Joe had just told me that after he caught me checking him out, he was wanking in the shower thinking about me and stopped himself to make sure he could talk to me? Joe was a natural flirt. But now that the deal was sealed? I was the Daddy, but he was the Young Master. Clever little stud. I was going to enjoy serving him. He took a big gamble approaching me that first time knowing what I wanted from him. Now Joe could ask for anything he wanted. The look in his eyes suggested he seemed to be reading my mind. Now we were full partners in sex crime. I loved it. "We will take care of each other like Batman and Robin.", I said. "I knew that Bruce Wayne was a perv, heh!", Joe quipped and giggled. He was right. I had long held the same suspicion about Batman and his many Robins. Joe also just called me out as a perv by extension. But even old guys like us get lucky now and then. We will never know about the luckiest ones of course, because those boys will never tell. That was ok, though. I now had Joe for whatever time would allow us. I was going to make the most of it. "Now it's my turn to get some attention." I unbuckled my belt and unzipped the fly of my pants. "Let me daddy." Joe sank to his knees while reaching for my waistband. I believe that was when my head exploded for the first time. My big head, I mean. The little one exploded not too long after Joe put it inside his beautifully silky mouth. It was incredible how lovingly he licked my balls and shaft, then suckled on my hardon like a calf on its mother's teat. I came before I could help myself. Joe was caught by surprise and pulled back at the first shot. Then he surprised me and went back down on my dick to collect the rest. What a good boy! After draining me, Joe looked up into my eyes. "Now what?" Great question. "How about we watch a movie. No blanket this time." That brought a big grin from my boy. He stood up and I grabbed his sex with both hands. He was hard again. Oh to be young! Joe gave me a bear hug and a quick kiss on the cheek. I let go of his jewels to return the hug in full. Yeah and also to feel his perfect little ass. Hehe. "Before we do that. I need to get comfortable." I removed the rest of my clothes.and carried them into the bedroom. I looked at Joe as he followed me and thought about putting him in a succession of the little thongs, jocks and briefs I bought for this day. My own horny fashion show. But I decided to just leave him naked for now. There was enough time for play later. Tossing my clothes in the bin I walked back to my boy and after some minutes fondling his beautiful butt with both hands and smelling his clean, ripe, hormonal body, we went downstairs to the den. I showed him the streaming channels on my tv and my dvd collection. Joe chose one of the superhero movies. It made me think of how much stringy white stuff Joe was going to shoot all over our home. Hehe. I was already panting watching his dimpled butt as he loaded the disc. Then he stood up and turned to face me. The sight of his hard prick bouncing in the air was stunning. I think I gasped out loud. In fact I'm sure I did. This may seem silly to many of you, but in all my desires to bring home a boy I never expected that he would be so hard so often. What a joy! We had already been here hours and I realized he had been hard most of the time. It throbbed as I stared. Joe blushed and gave me the biggest smile. I reached out with both hands to grope him again. He let me play for some minutes before speaking. "Do you want me to sit or lie down?", he asked, softly but clearly. "Sit next to me please." Joe did as I asked and picked up the remote to start the movie. I turned to enjoy the sight of my naked boy with his stiff prick rising between his legs. He looked at me, then looked at his hardon, and then back up into my eyes. I leaned in for a kiss as I took hold of his boner. Then my lust took hold. "No wait. Sit on my lap instead." Joe didn't even hesitate as he climbed on me with a little chuckle. The warmth and smooth feel of his young body was delightful. His smell was intoxicating. I returned his cheek kiss from earlier and my hands began roaming all over his body with one hand usually between his legs. Yes. Absolutely delightful. I felt him relax into my arms as I played with him. He started the movie. I don't know that either of us were really paying attention. I pressed my lips into his hair while my hands concentrated on his package. We proceeded to edge Joe throughout most of the movie. He gave me total control. Each time he would tell me when he was getting close, and each time I backed off. It was fun to watch his rod pulse in the air as he tried to hold back. I had to lift him off for a few seconds while I rearranged my aching erection to rest comfortably against Joe's butt. Having my dick trapped underneath him was too much for me. Hehe. It had been another hour or so of play and we were about halfway through the movie when Joe begged for relief. "Please daddy. Can I cum?" "Of course son. You can cum over and over and over again. This is what brought us together." The movie went on pause. I concentrated on his junk in earnest, squeezing and rubbing his smooth balls and my other hand picking up speed on his firm cock. Joe moaned loudly. The first burst actually shot over his shoulder and landed on mine. The rest quickly slimed my hand. I brought it up to my mouth to lick it clean then spread the remainder over his nubile young flesh. Ahh! Priceless! The funny thing I thought at that moment was when I was younger I really didn't care for the taste of cum. I loved watching it blast from the pee hole of a hard cock and I loved the feeling of the slippery pearl jam as I spread the cumload over smooth skin. But I was never into the taste until this boy. Now that Joe was here jizz suddenly tasted like the finest cream from the dairy. "Hmm. You're going to need another bath.", I said. "Why? You're just gonna make me cum again.", Joe answered. I already had fallen in lust with his body. Now I was falling in love with just how smart and direct Joe is. Such a clever boy."You're right. In fact I need to get off myself. Come upstairs." He stood up. I licked his body clean from all his juices. As was quickly becoming a habit I groped Joe's butt as we went back upstairs into my bedroom. Once again I had Joe rummage through my drawers to select several pairs of briefs, running shorts, and jockstraps. The jocks were probably my favorites. I selected a brand I had looked forward to seeing on Joe. The jockstraps came in a variety of color combinations. But in every case the pouch was made of a very soft, and sheer material. It would both contain and showcase my boy's genitals. Of course being a jockstrap only two narrow straps would cover his ass and nothing would shield his hole. Perfection. Joe put them on and I admired the look. I had good taste in boys and in sexwear. The size was just right and Joe looked dammed sexy with only the jock on. "Kneel on the bed." Joe started to kneel facing me, but I quickly turned him around and bent him over. His sweet pink hole winked at me. I was going to open that ass as sure as summer always comes. However I was going to take my time and do it right. I got on my knees and licked all over his sweet cheeks, moving ever closer to his hole. I felt him shudder as I swiped the tip of my tongue over his hole teasing him. I heard a small sound from Joe and knew he was more than ready for my lingual assault. I don't know how long I rimmed the boy, not that time really mattered at the moment. Yet I was so turned on my dick was starting to ache. Opening his ass with my tongue was only the beginning. I had toys and plans for opening Joe up properly which I knew was going to take some time and careful practice so as not to hurt him. Meanwhile, I just had to rub my aching boner against this child's boypussy. I stood up and pressed my stiff between his gaping globes. The sight of my hard dick sliding up and down his valley and rubbing against his winking butthole was too much. I soon coated his ass in my cum. I kept rubbing against his hole and used my fingers to collect some of the nut to use as lube to work my fingers inside him. Joe's face was buried in his arms as he let my fingers penetrate him. He was moaning. Awesome! Then I decided to put him over the edge again. I got down on my knees and licked his butt clean. Of course I gave a lot of attention to his sweet spot. If eating him out was this pleasurable, fucking him will be out of this world! Now my boy definitely needed a clean up. I had him stand up again. His hardon pushed the mesh jock out obscenely. It was great to see. I told him to remove his jock. His hard cock bounced as he did. We moved back to the bathroom. This time we entered the shower together. There was just enough room for two. There are not enough words to explain how it felt to shower together. I had already thoroughly explored Joe's sweet body in his first bath. This time it was Joe lathering my body. I pulled him closer and we rubbed our slippery bodies together. We were both hard as rock. I thought that having Joe here was making me younger, or at least my dick. That and maybe the little pills I was now taking daily. Summoning a strength of patience I did not know I had, I directed our rinse and toweling off, miraculously without either of us cumming. It was time to move to the next phase of thoroughly claiming Joe's body. I had purchased a very small dildo. It was neither long nor thick. Honestly I think it was about the same size as my ring and middle fingers together. Big enough for my boy to notice, but easy to take. Just right for a beginner. I walked over to the toy chest and brought it out. I also selected another pair of sex wear. These were thongs. Like the jockstrap they had a soft and see-through pouch that would show Joe's banana and meatballs. However, being a thong it had a single string in the back that slid between the hemispheres of his ass and would hold the dildo in place. I decided he was going to wear this for awhile. We could continue our play at the same time his ass was being trained. I chuckled at my perverted ingenuity. I directed Joe back on his hands and knees. He went back on the bed doggy style while I lubed his hole and worked in first one, then two fingers. I could feel him trying to relax and open up. "Just keep breathing deeply baby. Push out like your going on the toilet." I felt his response and worked my fingers as far as I could. Slowly drawing out my fingers I quickly but carefully inserted the dildo before Joe could tighten up again. I was amazed my boy made almost no sound. Still I could feel the tension in his young body. As Joe relaxed I put another inch of dildo inside. Gradually I pushed it in all the way to the base. He grunted and moaned. While the dildo was as thick as two fingers it went much deeper. I had Joe stand up while I sat down on the bed. Now his dick was semi-soft. Perfect. I had him put on the thong. I turned him around to make sure the string was holding the dildo in place. It looked hot. I turned Joe back around to face me. Once again I could not resist rubbing my face over my boy's basket. A freshly washed boy had a delightful scent equal to a sweaty boy. Both are intoxicating. I looked up at his face. Joe smiled back. I felt his jewels through the thin pouch. "Let's see now. We've had a bath, a movie, and a shower. And now you are holding a new toy inside.. What next?" "Video games!", Joe blurted out. He knew the platforms and games I had purchased along with a subscription to updates, extensions and newer games. "This is where you show an old man how sorry he is?", I laughed. "Nah daddy. You can play with me and watch me play those other suckers." Joe's expression was one of absolute confidence. My Alexander the Great as a boy. I was intrigued. "Could you sit on my lap again and concentrate on your game with the toy inside you?" "I'm gonna try. That's how I get better at all my games. When it get's hard I try harder." Now Joe had just pushed a button for me. I knew then and there I was going to start fucking this kid sooner than I ever imagined. He was going to make sure it happened. When it gets hard indeed. "Lead the way." I will never tire of watching Joe walk. His pubescent ass is a thing of beauty. I took almost every opportunity to fondle his butt; so smooth and firm to the touch. We returned to the den. This time I was the one manipulating the remotes to turn on the game device and the tv, then switch the input to the game link. Joe stood there as it booted, holding the controller at his side. I drank in the sight of his pubescent body. My hand casually reached out to grope his basket. I actually shuddered with the thought that we were here like this. Wow! Can I even handle this? I imagined I was like a lion with a dozen gazelles around just waiting to be devoured. Everywhere I looked was an awesome feast. Hehe. I sat back on the couch and wondered if I should buy Joe one of those video game chairs. Or maybe I just needed to rearrange the furniture to put the love seat across from the tv. I enjoyed the sofa for our movies, but I'm not sure it would be comforable long term while Joe was gaming. I knew kids could literally play for hours and I doubted my body was up to sitting that long with a boy in my lap. Then again, with a boy in my lap I bet just maybe I could sit for hours. It would be fun to find out how much endurance I have for my boytoy. Heh. We set Joe up with his online account. He had been able to play online games at the orphanage, but I upgraded his account with my credit card so he could get updates and access to more games. We were going to keep both of us busy. I settled into the couch and Joe sat down on my lap. He jumped up almost immediately when he felt his weight push the dildo deeper inside. I held his hips and he gingerly sat down again with a groan as his full weight rested in my lap. I was loving this. "You okay baby? Your ass will adjust after awhile." Joe nodded his head and concentrated first on the object in his butt and then launching the game in front of him. Once again I concentrated on his body and lovely package. I rubbed my hands over his swollen cock and full balls. We did spend a few hours there. I got up once to get drinks and snacks while Joe continued his game. Walking back into the den with the goodies I saw Joe was laying on the floor on his stomach. His legs were bent and his feet in the air lazily moving back and forth, His butt... ohhh myyy! Perfection. I set the snacks down on the side table and sat there watching his movement. He wiggled his body at times as he manouvered through the game. My cock was rock hard. "C'mon son. Pause your game and come eat. Joe did as I asked. After that he grabbed the controller and sat back in my lap again. I resumed feeling all over him. This time I could not help but start bucking my hips to rub my pipe against his smooth bum. That pushed the dildo even deeper than before. Now Joe was leaking precum and I spread it around his pouch. We did that for maybe 20 minutes before he finally spoke. "Ahhh. Can we please take it out now? I'm feeling weird." I wasn't sure what Joe meant by weird, but no matter. I guided him back onto the floor on his hands and knees and pulled aside the back of the thong. The dildo was actually moving ever so slightly in and out. Dear lord the boy was basically fucking himself. I grasped the end and started to slowly pull it out. Joe made little whimpering sounds as I did. I grasped the dildo more firmly and twisted it from side to side as I slowly pulled it out. Joe groaned loud and long. His hole stretched wider and then "POP" out it came. We both laughed at the sound. I was transfixed looking at Joe's gaping hole. It was wide open and I looked deep inside his beautiful bum. Joe's ring pulsed and winked but didn't close up right away.I took the opportunity to get my curled tongue the deepest in his ass I've ever gone. I groped and rubbed his hard cock and full balls as I feasted on the entrance to his chute. "Oohhh daddy. Please! I gotta nut." I put my arms around him and brought him to stand between my legs as I sat down on the couch. I pulled the pouch aside to fully grope Joe's exposed cock and balls. His head, finally free, glowed a deep rosy color that spilled into his shaft and down the swollen center to his balls glowing with the same beautiful color. I could not have been more entranced if I were seeing Excalibur. Joes' sword of stone was all the kingdom I wanted at that moment. I swallowed him to the balls, then licked his balls with my suddenly elongated tongue. I was Mr. Fantastic feasting on my boy hero to give him the joy we wanted and needed. It took less than a minute to make his volcano erupt. I wanted to take my time rubbing his nut all over his nubile young body. But the truth is I was so horny now I immediately swallowed every drop of his sweet necter. Then I threw us both onto the floor doggy style and rubbed my hard dick in Joe's valley knowing I was stretching and rubbing that widened hole with every stroke. We moaned like animals in heat. It was awesome. I almost took his ass then and there. But a little voice told me to be be patient. I stopped rubbing and pulled the strap aside to look at the gaping bullseye of Joe's ass. It was a jewel indeed. It winked and contracted as if inviting my hard cock to fill it. He was shaking his ass, which also was so inviting. I resumed rubbing my iron rod up and down his valley, teasing that fresh hole. Then Joe did something I never expected, but yet had a feeling was deep inside him all along. He turned aggressively, seized my dick and his mouth took me all the way to my balls. Joe pulled hard on my ballsack and before my brain could process the sensations his wet finger was up my ass. I flooded his throat with my nut. We collapsed onto our sides, my rampant cock still in Joe's mouth and still pulsing, maybe even leaking the last remaining jizz in my balls. I don't even know how that could happen, but we were definitely connected. This became a regular source of enjoyment for us over the next several weeks. I gradually introduced Joe to a succession of larger dildos and butt plugs. I especially liked the plug with the jeweled end, in this case a crystal, purple flower design. What I particularly loved about the plug was while it was not as deep as the dildos it was definitely wider and kept Joe's butthole well stretched. It became a secret feature of what was another of our summer routines which was going to the amusement parks. Each time we went I now had him wearing the plug. Sometimes I also had him go commando wearing only shorts without underwear. Joe shook his head when I first suggested that. He knew he would struggle to hide his erections on those wild rides with the plug bouncing in his bum. Such exquisite torture to watch how he squirmed and how he tried to hide the tent in his shorts when he got really hard. Then he started taking to it by wearing long basketballs shorts. The weight of the material kept most erections down to a semi-hard where you had to really look. My clever boy turned that into a further sexual adventure too. He drew up a list of the top ten rides we both loved. Then he drew up a list of the top ten sex acts we both loved, from simple strip teases to the video game sexplay to fucking his ass with a dildo of my choice. Every ride was attached to a particular sex act we would perform when we got back home. We used a random number generator to decide the order of rides and that determined the order of our activities upon returning home. Since it was a random generator we often found ourselves on a ride more than once in a trip. This meant we were going to do that sex act more than once. That was fine by us. We enjoyed the spontaneity it brought us in both the amusement park and our relations. Then Fate took us to the next level. We had made six or seven trips now when strangely, eerily I might say, on this trip the numbers generated in sequence. 10-9-8-7-6...1. I was stunned. "Wow! I didn't know that was possible. I mean... we have asked it after each ride. Every time we come here. I mean it NEVER did anything close to this before. I mean, well yes I know mathematically it is certainly possible. But the odds of it actually happening leaves me speechless." Okay so that's a lot of words for a guy who feels speechless, but it really did blow my mind. It apparently had a similar effect on Joe. "Whoa! I know for sure what this means." He looked intensely into my eyes. Joe had taken to letting his hair grow and the sight of his eyes piercing through his bangs set my desire on fire. "Wh-wh-what?", I asked. He replied curtly. "Tell you later. We have one last ride to do and then we need to get the hell home." Did my polite boy just curse? The words had barely left his mouth when he bolted full speed for the last rollercoaster. There was a tone in Joe's voice and a look in his eyes that told me I was about to hang on to a wild tiger. I ran after, having to slow down at times and walk since I was five times his age. I huffed and puffed my way to join him. Oh to be young again. And how much better to have a healthy young boy who loves to share his body? I finally caught up to where Joe was already standing in line. He waved me over. "C'mon Dad. I saved our place in line." True enough he was in a good position already halfway up the queue. I looked at Joe's smiling face. He had a gleam in his eye. Then I glanced down. Today happened to be a combination jewel plug and commando day. Joe was showing a serious, even unmistakable tent in his shorts. He saw my eyes widen at the sight and laughed when I quickly looked around to see if anyone else had noticed. Looking back down I leaned over and whispered into Joe's ear. "I have never seen you this excited for a ride." He replied at enough normal volume that anyone standing near us could hear if they were listening. "I know I love to ride. I'm going to love it." Was my clever boy telling me a double entendre? So bold! I looked around again to see if anyone was listening, then back at Joe. His eyes sparkled. I didn't have a chance to say anything as the queue moved again. There were several trains running so we advanced quickly. Joe's erection subsided somewhat as we moved through the line, thankfully. Don't misunderstand. I loved the idea of him possibly showing in public. Teases and hints made our sex that much more spicy when we got back home. Well, maybe that and the fondling during the car ride. But I digress. Lol. To see him so erect like this scared me we would attract the wrong attention. Then we made it into the next train. By chance we had the last car in the train. We both preferred sitting in the first car to get the full effect of the twists and turns. This situation gave us a new opportunity. We loaded into our cars and the attendants checked that our safety bars were locked down. The attendant who came to our car was a rather attractive young man around college age I guessed. He looked down and reached to pull the bar making sure it was locked. Then I saw him freeze. I saw his surprise mixed with other emotions? Admiration maybe? Maybe lust? I realized he was looking at Joe's crotch. Joe had gone full mast in his shorts. All this happened in seconds that felt like an eternity. Joe nailed it closed. "Thanks.", he said. The attendant blushed a deep and rather sexy shade of rose that reminded me of how Joe's dick looks when he is aroused. The young man quickly stood and gave a thumbs up to the controller. I swear he was showing his own bulge as we started to move out. My Joey looked at me with a broad grin. As the train left and climbed to the first drop he brought my hand to grip his tower through his shorts and raised both hands into the air. "I LOVE THIS!" I do love rollercoasters as well. There were times I threw both hands into the air. Yet I also joyfully admit most of the time I had one hand in the air while I was gripping Joe's tent for dear life, lol. I love having this boy. We both knew that at the end of the ride he was going to be walking around with an obvious boner. As soon as we got off the ride we went down the ramp like everyone else, hanging back to have less eyes on us. At the bottom we stopped for a minute so Joe's dong could relax a little. Knowing there was another train close behind we started walking back to our car. It was just before the park exit that it happened. A rather handsome man, 30 years or more I would guess, was watching us, or rather watching Joey. My boy was still semi plus so his tent would tease anyone watching. This guy stopped and his eyes followed Joe for sure. I could read his desire for my boy. That got me thinking of the possibilties. First things first. Joey read something in today's events and he clearly had a plan. I slipped an arm around Joe's shoulders to make it clear I owned this boy. I also nodded toward the man. He grinned. I knew he was jealous. We went back to our car and home. "So what just happened?" Joe had been staring out the window. As usual I had one hand on the wheel and the other was fondling his jewels and stroking his leg. "What happens in a movie when there's a coundown?", Joe asked. I said the first thing that came to my mind. "Some hero stops it so whatever doesn't happen." Joe got a surprised expression. "Shit. I never thought about that. I don't want anyone to stop this timer." I became even more intrigued, if that was possible. "So what is it exactly that you want? And what does it mean that we got a perfect countdown out of random numbers?" Joe gave a look that penetated my soul. "It's time. You're gonna fuck me. No more toys. I need daddy's dick." He also grabbed my hard cock in my shorts. Now I was truly speechless. Breathless too. We groped each other all the way home. That was new as usually it was just me grabbing my boy as we drove. This time the whole atmosphere was different. Joe activated the garage door as we got home. Okay so that was normal. However this time he ran into the house shedding his clothes as he went. I did the same and followed quickly upstairs into the bedroom. He was naked. Joe lay on his back. His dick was fully engorged. Sliding my hands up his silky thighs behind his knees I raised his legs to expose his gaping hole. The jewel plug seemed to shine. What a beautiful sight. What a beautiful boy. I could have stayed like that for hours, but I didn't want to pass the moment while Joe was so ready. I pulled the plug and moved the head of my dick onto his hole. I froze with the intense realization of my lust come true. He seemed to read my thoughts. Joe gave me that beautiful smile and his eyes shone. "I'm your boytoy. You can do anything you want with me." That was all it took. I pressed my impossibly hard dick head onto my boy's pussy. He was still wide open from wearing the plug all day. I let the weight of my body push my boner slowly inside. OMFG!!!! This was bliss! Joe's sheath was gripping my cock like a glove, His ass was so tight and slippery. I started fucking him hard and he was taking it like a champ. I kneeled on the bed and repositioned myself to start ramming the boy hard. He started yelling ."YYYEEESSSSS!!!!!" At first Joe just let me manouver his body beneath me, but soon his arms were around my neck as we rode my hardon. This cum was priceless. I flooded my boy's guts. Oh yes, I was young again indeed. I collapsed onto the bed fully entangled with my son and my dick still inside. Our moment of zen. I wondered what I could do to preserve this moment for eternity. Fortuantely the Universe was listening and school was starting soon. I had no idea how my prayers would continue being answered. ...to be continued.
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Mon, 28 Sep 2020 21:10:12 +0000 From: Qwik Loob <[email protected]> Subject: Bringing Home a Boy chapter 5 Disclaimer: Unless you are brand new to Nifty you know how this works. This is a work of fiction portraying consensual sex between a man and a boy. No real or fictional characters were harmed during the writing of this story. Do not read this if you are philosophically blind. If you are legally blind be sure to turn up the volume on your reader (thanks Fred!). If you are in a country or jurisdiction where it is illegal to read such material do not tell anyone what you are doing. We know you are doing the same things we do. We won't tell either. If you are a minor, pretend you are in the same situation as the folks above and follow that advice. If this material offends you face the fact that you are here because it turns you on. After you get off, go seek professional help to deal with your feelings. (See the "blind" part above.) All constructive comments are welcome at [email protected]. All flames will be ignored. Please donate something, anything, to keep Nifty going, and thanks to everyone who contributes. Keep 'em up! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html So I've been telling you about Joe, the hot boy who was living in the orphanage where I volunteered. Only now Joe lives with me. Which means I get 24/7 access to his hot body. I had just finished bathing, fingering, and masturbating my boy. Now he was dry, except his damp hair hung down in twists and curls over his eyes and ears. I liked the look. You know how young boys can be as pretty as girls? I had a very pretty boy when his hair was down and damp like this. I also had a very cute boy when his hair was dry and styled. The luxury of thinking about his hairstyles struck me as funny given that I didn't even have to think about seeing Joe naked. Now it would happen all the time! "I have wanted a boy all my life and here you finally are." The words flew from my mouth before the thought crystalized in my mind. "Kewl!" Joe clasped his hands behind his naked butt, spread his feet, and favored me with that beautiful, shy smile while pushing his jewels forward on display. "You're my daddy now." "You're my boy." "I'm your toy.", Joe countered. He was honest beyond a fault. "You're both. My boytoy.", I affirmed. "Now I need to work on making you my legal son so you will always stay here." He seemed to light up even more with the confirmation that he had earned his place with me, and that I would do anything to get him permanently. "I'm you're boytoy. I'll do anything you want, daddy." Joe was moving his hips in a smooth, circular motion, and that smile... Okay I know I can be slow to get the hints! That smile. The way he always seems so shy while simultaneously so horny and open to my predations. Holy shit! I realized how hard this boy worked to seduce me all along. I mean I know he was the first one to breach the possibility after he caught me checking out his nearly naked body. Remember Joe had just told me that after he caught me checking him out, he was wanking in the shower thinking about me and stopped himself to make sure he could talk to me? Joe was a natural flirt. But now that the deal was sealed? I was the Daddy, but he was the Young Master. Clever little stud. I was going to enjoy serving him. He took a big gamble approaching me that first time knowing what I wanted from him. Now Joe could ask for anything he wanted. The look in his eyes suggested he seemed to be reading my mind. Now we were full partners in sex crime. I loved it. "We will take care of each other like Batman and Robin.", I said. "I knew that Bruce Wayne was a perv, heh!", Joe quipped and giggled. He was right. I had long held the same suspicion about Batman and his many Robins. Joe also just called me out as a perv by extension. But even old guys like us get lucky now and then. We will never know about the luckiest ones of course, because those boys will never tell. That was ok, though. I now had Joe for whatever time would allow us. I was going to make the most of it. "Now it's my turn to get some attention." I unbuckled my belt and unzipped the fly of my pants. "Let me daddy." Joe sank to his knees while reaching for my waistband. I believe that was when my head exploded for the first time. My big head, I mean. The little one exploded not too long after Joe put it inside his beautifully silky mouth. It was incredible how lovingly he licked my balls and shaft, then suckled on my hardon like a calf on its mother's teat. I came before I could help myself. Joe was caught by surprise and pulled back at the first shot. Then he surprised me and went back down on my dick to collect the rest. What a good boy! After draining me, Joe looked up into my eyes. "Now what?" Great question. "How about we watch a movie. No blanket this time." That brought a big grin from my boy. He stood up and I grabbed his sex with both hands. He was hard again. Oh to be young! Joe gave me a bear hug and a quick kiss on the cheek. I let go of his jewels to return the hug in full. Yeah and also to feel his perfect little ass. Hehe. "Before we do that. I need to get comfortable." I removed the rest of my clothes.and carried them into the bedroom. I looked at Joe as he followed me and thought about putting him in a succession of the little thongs, jocks and briefs I bought for this day. My own horny fashion show. But I decided to just leave him naked for now. There was enough time for play later. Tossing my clothes in the bin I walked back to my boy and after some minutes fondling his beautiful butt with both hands and smelling his clean, ripe, hormonal body, we went downstairs to the den. I showed him the streaming channels on my tv and my dvd collection. Joe chose one of the superhero movies. It made me think of how much stringy white stuff Joe was going to shoot all over our home. Hehe. I was already panting watching his dimpled butt as he loaded the disc. Then he stood up and turned to face me. The sight of his hard prick bouncing in the air was stunning. I think I gasped out loud. In fact I'm sure I did. This may seem silly to many of you, but in all my desires to bring home a boy I never expected that he would be so hard so often. What a joy! We had already been here hours and I realized he had been hard most of the time. It throbbed as I stared. Joe blushed and gave me the biggest smile. I reached out with both hands to grope him again. He let me play for some minutes before speaking. "Do you want me to sit or lie down?", he asked, softly but clearly. "Sit next to me please." Joe did as I asked and picked up the remote to start the movie. I turned to enjoy the sight of my naked boy with his stiff prick rising between his legs. He looked at me, then looked at his hardon, and then back up into my eyes. I leaned in for a kiss as I took hold of his boner. Then my lust took hold. "No wait. Sit on my lap instead." Joe didn't even hesitate as he climbed on me with a little chuckle. The warmth and smooth feel of his young body was delightful. His smell was intoxicating. I returned his cheek kiss from earlier and my hands began roaming all over his body with one hand usually between his legs. Yes. Absolutely delightful. I felt him relax into my arms as I played with him. He started the movie. I don't know that either of us were really paying attention. I pressed my lips into his hair while my hands concentrated on his package. We proceeded to edge Joe throughout most of the movie. He gave me total control. Each time he would tell me when he was getting close, and each time I backed off. It was fun to watch his rod pulse in the air as he tried to hold back. I had to lift him off for a few seconds while I rearranged my aching erection to rest comfortably against Joe's butt. Having my dick trapped underneath him was too much for me. Hehe. It had been another hour or so of play and we were about halfway through the movie when Joe begged for relief. "Please daddy. Can I cum?" "Of course son. You can cum over and over and over again. This is what brought us together." The movie went on pause. I concentrated on his junk in earnest, squeezing and rubbing his smooth balls and my other hand picking up speed on his firm cock. Joe moaned loudly. The first burst actually shot over his shoulder and landed on mine. The rest quickly slimed my hand. I brought it up to my mouth to lick it clean then spread the remainder over his nubile young flesh. Ahh! Priceless! The funny thing I thought at that moment was when I was younger I really didn't care for the taste of cum. I loved watching it blast from the pee hole of a hard cock and I loved the feeling of the slippery pearl jam as I spread the cumload over smooth skin. But I was never into the taste until this boy. Now that Joe was here jizz suddenly tasted like the finest cream from the dairy. "Hmm. You're going to need another bath.", I said. "Why? You're just gonna make me cum again.", Joe answered. I already had fallen in lust with his body. Now I was falling in love with just how smart and direct Joe is. Such a clever boy."You're right. In fact I need to get off myself. Come upstairs." He stood up. I licked his body clean from all his juices. As was quickly becoming a habit I groped Joe's butt as we went back upstairs into my bedroom. Once again I had Joe rummage through my drawers to select several pairs of briefs, running shorts, and jockstraps. The jocks were probably my favorites. I selected a brand I had looked forward to seeing on Joe. The jockstraps came in a variety of color combinations. But in every case the pouch was made of a very soft, and sheer material. It would both contain and showcase my boy's genitals. Of course being a jockstrap only two narrow straps would cover his ass and nothing would shield his hole. Perfection. Joe put them on and I admired the look. I had good taste in boys and in sexwear. The size was just right and Joe looked dammed sexy with only the jock on. "Kneel on the bed." Joe started to kneel facing me, but I quickly turned him around and bent him over. His sweet pink hole winked at me. I was going to open that ass as sure as summer always comes. However I was going to take my time and do it right. I got on my knees and licked all over his sweet cheeks, moving ever closer to his hole. I felt him shudder as I swiped the tip of my tongue over his hole teasing him. I heard a small sound from Joe and knew he was more than ready for my lingual assault. I don't know how long I rimmed the boy, not that time really mattered at the moment. Yet I was so turned on my dick was starting to ache. Opening his ass with my tongue was only the beginning. I had toys and plans for opening Joe up properly which I knew was going to take some time and careful practice so as not to hurt him. Meanwhile, I just had to rub my aching boner against this child's boypussy. I stood up and pressed my stiff between his gaping globes. The sight of my hard dick sliding up and down his valley and rubbing against his winking butthole was too much. I soon coated his ass in my cum. I kept rubbing against his hole and used my fingers to collect some of the nut to use as lube to work my fingers inside him. Joe's face was buried in his arms as he let my fingers penetrate him. He was moaning. Awesome! Then I decided to put him over the edge again. I got down on my knees and licked his butt clean. Of course I gave a lot of attention to his sweet spot. If eating him out was this pleasurable, fucking him will be out of this world! Now my boy definitely needed a clean up. I had him stand up again. His hardon pushed the mesh jock out obscenely. It was great to see. I told him to remove his jock. His hard cock bounced as he did. We moved back to the bathroom. This time we entered the shower together. There was just enough room for two. There are not enough words to explain how it felt to shower together. I had already thoroughly explored Joe's sweet body in his first bath. This time it was Joe lathering my body. I pulled him closer and we rubbed our slippery bodies together. We were both hard as rock. I thought that having Joe here was making me younger, or at least my dick. That and maybe the little pills I was now taking daily. Summoning a strength of patience I did not know I had, I directed our rinse and toweling off, miraculously without either of us cumming. It was time to move to the next phase of thoroughly claiming Joe's body. I had purchased a very small dildo. It was neither long nor thick. Honestly I think it was about the same size as my ring and middle fingers together. Big enough for my boy to notice, but easy to take. Just right for a beginner. I walked over to the toy chest and brought it out. I also selected another pair of sex wear. These were thongs. Like the jockstrap they had a soft and see-through pouch that would show Joe's banana and meatballs. However, being a thong it had a single string in the back that slid between the hemispheres of his ass and would hold the dildo in place. I decided he was going to wear this for awhile. We could continue our play at the same time his ass was being trained. I chuckled at my perverted ingenuity. I directed Joe back on his hands and knees. He went back on the bed doggy style while I lubed his hole and worked in first one, then two fingers. I could feel him trying to relax and open up. "Just keep breathing deeply baby. Push out like your going on the toilet." I felt his response and worked my fingers as far as I could. Slowly drawing out my fingers I quickly but carefully inserted the dildo before Joe could tighten up again. I was amazed my boy made almost no sound. Still I could feel the tension in his young body. As Joe relaxed I put another inch of dildo inside. Gradually I pushed it in all the way to the base. He grunted and moaned. While the dildo was as thick as two fingers it went much deeper. I had Joe stand up while I sat down on the bed. Now his dick was semi-soft. Perfect. I had him put on the thong. I turned him around to make sure the string was holding the dildo in place. It looked hot. I turned Joe back around to face me. Once again I could not resist rubbing my face over my boy's basket. A freshly washed boy had a delightful scent equal to a sweaty boy. Both are intoxicating. I looked up at his face. Joe smiled back. I felt his jewels through the thin pouch. "Let's see now. We've had a bath, a movie, and a shower. And now you are holding a new toy inside.. What next?" "Video games!", Joe blurted out. He knew the platforms and games I had purchased along with a subscription to updates, extensions and newer games. "This is where you show an old man how sorry he is?", I laughed. "Nah daddy. You can play with me and watch me play those other suckers." Joe's expression was one of absolute confidence. My Alexander the Great as a boy. I was intrigued. "Could you sit on my lap again and concentrate on your game with the toy inside you?" "I'm gonna try. That's how I get better at all my games. When it get's hard I try harder." Now Joe had just pushed a button for me. I knew then and there I was going to start fucking this kid sooner than I ever imagined. He was going to make sure it happened. When it gets hard indeed. "Lead the way." I will never tire of watching Joe walk. His pubescent ass is a thing of beauty. I took almost every opportunity to fondle his butt; so smooth and firm to the touch. We returned to the den. This time I was the one manipulating the remotes to turn on the game device and the tv, then switch the input to the game link. Joe stood there as it booted, holding the controller at his side. I drank in the sight of his pubescent body. My hand casually reached out to grope his basket. I actually shuddered with the thought that we were here like this. Wow! Can I even handle this? I imagined I was like a lion with a dozen gazelles around just waiting to be devoured. Everywhere I looked was an awesome feast. Hehe. I sat back on the couch and wondered if I should buy Joe one of those video game chairs. Or maybe I just needed to rearrange the furniture to put the love seat across from the tv. I enjoyed the sofa for our movies, but I'm not sure it would be comforable long term while Joe was gaming. I knew kids could literally play for hours and I doubted my body was up to sitting that long with a boy in my lap. Then again, with a boy in my lap I bet just maybe I could sit for hours. It would be fun to find out how much endurance I have for my boytoy. Heh. We set Joe up with his online account. He had been able to play online games at the orphanage, but I upgraded his account with my credit card so he could get updates and access to more games. We were going to keep both of us busy. I settled into the couch and Joe sat down on my lap. He jumped up almost immediately when he felt his weight push the dildo deeper inside. I held his hips and he gingerly sat down again with a groan as his full weight rested in my lap. I was loving this. "You okay baby? Your ass will adjust after awhile." Joe nodded his head and concentrated first on the object in his butt and then launching the game in front of him. Once again I concentrated on his body and lovely package. I rubbed my hands over his swollen cock and full balls. We did spend a few hours there. I got up once to get drinks and snacks while Joe continued his game. Walking back into the den with the goodies I saw Joe was laying on the floor on his stomach. His legs were bent and his feet in the air lazily moving back and forth, His butt... ohhh myyy! Perfection. I set the snacks down on the side table and sat there watching his movement. He wiggled his body at times as he manouvered through the game. My cock was rock hard. "C'mon son. Pause your game and come eat. Joe did as I asked. After that he grabbed the controller and sat back in my lap again. I resumed feeling all over him. This time I could not help but start bucking my hips to rub my pipe against his smooth bum. That pushed the dildo even deeper than before. Now Joe was leaking precum and I spread it around his pouch. We did that for maybe 20 minutes before he finally spoke. "Ahhh. Can we please take it out now? I'm feeling weird." I wasn't sure what Joe meant by weird, but no matter. I guided him back onto the floor on his hands and knees and pulled aside the back of the thong. The dildo was actually moving ever so slightly in and out. Dear lord the boy was basically fucking himself. I grasped the end and started to slowly pull it out. Joe made little whimpering sounds as I did. I grasped the dildo more firmly and twisted it from side to side as I slowly pulled it out. Joe groaned loud and long. His hole stretched wider and then "POP" out it came. We both laughed at the sound. I was transfixed looking at Joe's gaping hole. It was wide open and I looked deep inside his beautiful bum. Joe's ring pulsed and winked but didn't close up right away.I took the opportunity to get my curled tongue the deepest in his ass I've ever gone. I groped and rubbed his hard cock and full balls as I feasted on the entrance to his chute. "Oohhh daddy. Please! I gotta nut." I put my arms around him and brought him to stand between my legs as I sat down on the couch. I pulled the pouch aside to fully grope Joe's exposed cock and balls. His head, finally free, glowed a deep rosy color that spilled into his shaft and down the swollen center to his balls glowing with the same beautiful color. I could not have been more entranced if I were seeing Excalibur. Joes' sword of stone was all the kingdom I wanted at that moment. I swallowed him to the balls, then licked his balls with my suddenly elongated tongue. I was Mr. Fantastic feasting on my boy hero to give him the joy we wanted and needed. It took less than a minute to make his volcano erupt. I wanted to take my time rubbing his nut all over his nubile young body. But the truth is I was so horny now I immediately swallowed every drop of his sweet necter. Then I threw us both onto the floor doggy style and rubbed my hard dick in Joe's valley knowing I was stretching and rubbing that widened hole with every stroke. We moaned like animals in heat. It was awesome. I almost took his ass then and there. But a little voice told me to be be patient. I stopped rubbing and pulled the strap aside to look at the gaping bullseye of Joe's ass. It was a jewel indeed. It winked and contracted as if inviting my hard cock to fill it. He was shaking his ass, which also was so inviting. I resumed rubbing my iron rod up and down his valley, teasing that fresh hole. Then Joe did something I never expected, but yet had a feeling was deep inside him all along. He turned aggressively, seized my dick and his mouth took me all the way to my balls. Joe pulled hard on my ballsack and before my brain could process the sensations his wet finger was up my ass. I flooded his throat with my nut. We collapsed onto our sides, my rampant cock still in Joe's mouth and still pulsing, maybe even leaking the last remaining jizz in my balls. I don't even know how that could happen, but we were definitely connected. This became a regular source of enjoyment for us over the next several weeks. I gradually introduced Joe to a succession of larger dildos and butt plugs. I especially liked the plug with the jeweled end, in this case a crystal, purple flower design. What I particularly loved about the plug was while it was not as deep as the dildos it was definitely wider and kept Joe's butthole well stretched. It became a secret feature of what was another of our summer routines which was going to the amusement parks. Each time we went I now had him wearing the plug. Sometimes I also had him go commando wearing only shorts without underwear. Joe shook his head when I first suggested that. He knew he would struggle to hide his erections on those wild rides with the plug bouncing in his bum. Such exquisite torture to watch how he squirmed and how he tried to hide the tent in his shorts when he got really hard. Then he started taking to it by wearing long basketballs shorts. The weight of the material kept most erections down to a semi-hard where you had to really look. My clever boy turned that into a further sexual adventure too. He drew up a list of the top ten rides we both loved. Then he drew up a list of the top ten sex acts we both loved, from simple strip teases to the video game sexplay to fucking his ass with a dildo of my choice. Every ride was attached to a particular sex act we would perform when we got back home. We used a random number generator to decide the order of rides and that determined the order of our activities upon returning home. Since it was a random generator we often found ourselves on a ride more than once in a trip. This meant we were going to do that sex act more than once. That was fine by us. We enjoyed the spontaneity it brought us in both the amusement park and our relations. Then Fate took us to the next level. We had made six or seven trips now when strangely, eerily I might say, on this trip the numbers generated in sequence. 10-9-8-7-6...1. I was stunned. "Wow! I didn't know that was possible. I mean... we have asked it after each ride. Every time we come here. I mean it NEVER did anything close to this before. I mean, well yes I know mathematically it is certainly possible. But the odds of it actually happening leaves me speechless." Okay so that's a lot of words for a guy who feels speechless, but it really did blow my mind. It apparently had a similar effect on Joe. "Whoa! I know for sure what this means." He looked intensely into my eyes. Joe had taken to letting his hair grow and the sight of his eyes piercing through his bangs set my desire on fire. "Wh-wh-what?", I asked. He replied curtly. "Tell you later. We have one last ride to do and then we need to get the hell home." Did my polite boy just curse? The words had barely left his mouth when he bolted full speed for the last rollercoaster. There was a tone in Joe's voice and a look in his eyes that told me I was about to hang on to a wild tiger. I ran after, having to slow down at times and walk since I was five times his age. I huffed and puffed my way to join him. Oh to be young again. And how much better to have a healthy young boy who loves to share his body? I finally caught up to where Joe was already standing in line. He waved me over. "C'mon Dad. I saved our place in line." True enough he was in a good position already halfway up the queue. I looked at Joe's smiling face. He had a gleam in his eye. Then I glanced down. Today happened to be a combination jewel plug and commando day. Joe was showing a serious, even unmistakable tent in his shorts. He saw my eyes widen at the sight and laughed when I quickly looked around to see if anyone else had noticed. Looking back down I leaned over and whispered into Joe's ear. "I have never seen you this excited for a ride." He replied at enough normal volume that anyone standing near us could hear if they were listening. "I know I love to ride. I'm going to love it." Was my clever boy telling me a double entendre? So bold! I looked around again to see if anyone was listening, then back at Joe. His eyes sparkled. I didn't have a chance to say anything as the queue moved again. There were several trains running so we advanced quickly. Joe's erection subsided somewhat as we moved through the line, thankfully. Don't misunderstand. I loved the idea of him possibly showing in public. Teases and hints made our sex that much more spicy when we got back home. Well, maybe that and the fondling during the car ride. But I digress. Lol. To see him so erect like this scared me we would attract the wrong attention. Then we made it into the next train. By chance we had the last car in the train. We both preferred sitting in the first car to get the full effect of the twists and turns. This situation gave us a new opportunity. We loaded into our cars and the attendants checked that our safety bars were locked down. The attendant who came to our car was a rather attractive young man around college age I guessed. He looked down and reached to pull the bar making sure it was locked. Then I saw him freeze. I saw his surprise mixed with other emotions? Admiration maybe? Maybe lust? I realized he was looking at Joe's crotch. Joe had gone full mast in his shorts. All this happened in seconds that felt like an eternity. Joe nailed it closed. "Thanks.", he said. The attendant blushed a deep and rather sexy shade of rose that reminded me of how Joe's dick looks when he is aroused. The young man quickly stood and gave a thumbs up to the controller. I swear he was showing his own bulge as we started to move out. My Joey looked at me with a broad grin. As the train left and climbed to the first drop he brought my hand to grip his tower through his shorts and raised both hands into the air. "I LOVE THIS!" I do love rollercoasters as well. There were times I threw both hands into the air. Yet I also joyfully admit most of the time I had one hand in the air while I was gripping Joe's tent for dear life, lol. I love having this boy. We both knew that at the end of the ride he was going to be walking around with an obvious boner. As soon as we got off the ride we went down the ramp like everyone else, hanging back to have less eyes on us. At the bottom we stopped for a minute so Joe's dong could relax a little. Knowing there was another train close behind we started walking back to our car. It was just before the park exit that it happened. A rather handsome man, 30 years or more I would guess, was watching us, or rather watching Joey. My boy was still semi plus so his tent would tease anyone watching. This guy stopped and his eyes followed Joe for sure. I could read his desire for my boy. That got me thinking of the possibilties. First things first. Joey read something in today's events and he clearly had a plan. I slipped an arm around Joe's shoulders to make it clear I owned this boy. I also nodded toward the man. He grinned. I knew he was jealous. We went back to our car and home. "So what just happened?" Joe had been staring out the window. As usual I had one hand on the wheel and the other was fondling his jewels and stroking his leg. "What happens in a movie when there's a coundown?", Joe asked. I said the first thing that came to my mind. "Some hero stops it so whatever doesn't happen." Joe got a surprised expression. "Shit. I never thought about that. I don't want anyone to stop this timer." I became even more intrigued, if that was possible. "So what is it exactly that you want? And what does it mean that we got a perfect countdown out of random numbers?" Joe gave a look that penetated my soul. "It's time. You're gonna fuck me. No more toys. I need daddy's dick." He also grabbed my hard cock in my shorts. Now I was truly speechless. Breathless too. We groped each other all the way home. That was new as usually it was just me grabbing my boy as we drove. This time the whole atmosphere was different. Joe activated the garage door as we got home. Okay so that was normal. However this time he ran into the house shedding his clothes as he went. I did the same and followed quickly upstairs into the bedroom. He was naked. Joe lay on his back. His dick was fully engorged. Sliding my hands up his silky thighs behind his knees I raised his legs to expose his gaping hole. The jewel plug seemed to shine. What a beautiful sight. What a beautiful boy. I could have stayed like that for hours, but I didn't want to pass the moment while Joe was so ready. I pulled the plug and moved the head of my dick onto his hole. I froze with the intense realization of my lust come true. He seemed to read my thoughts. Joe gave me that beautiful smile and his eyes shone. "I'm your boytoy. You can do anything you want with me." That was all it took. I pressed my impossibly hard dick head onto my boy's pussy. He was still wide open from wearing the plug all day. I let the weight of my body push my boner slowly inside. OMFG!!!! This was bliss! Joe's sheath was gripping my cock like a glove, His ass was so tight and slippery. I started fucking him hard and he was taking it like a champ. I kneeled on the bed and repositioned myself to start ramming the boy hard. He started yelling ."YYYEEESSSSS!!!!!" At first Joe just let me manouver his body beneath me, but soon his arms were around my neck as we rode my hardon. This cum was priceless. I flooded my boy's guts. Oh yes, I was young again indeed. I collapsed onto the bed fully entangled with my son and my dick still inside. Our moment of zen. I wondered what I could do to preserve this moment for eternity. Fortuantely the Universe was listening and school was starting soon. I had no idea how my prayers would continue being answered. ...to be continued. </[email protected]> </div></div>
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Date: Wed, 3 Feb 2021 23:31:30 +0000 From: Qwik Loob Subject: Bringing Home a Boy Part 6 (Revised) Disclaimer: Unless you are brand new to Nifty you know how this works. This is a work of fiction portraying consensual sex between men and boys. No real or fictional characters were harmed during the writing of this story. Nothing written here is meant to suggest anything about the personal or professional lives of anyone who might be referenced, aside from the fact I personally think you're attracttive. I would never disrespect you in person. Do not read this if you are philosophically blind. If you are legally blind be sure to turn up the volume on your reader (thanks Fred!). If you are in a country or jurisdiction where it is illegal to read such material do not tell anyone what you are doing. We know you are doing the same things we do. We won't tell either. If you are a minor, pretend you are in the same situation as the folks above and follow that advice. If this material offends you face the fact that you are here because it turns you on. After you get off, go seek professional help to deal with your feelings. (See the "blind" part above.) All constructive comments are welcome at [email protected]. All flames will be ignored. Please donate something, anything, to keep Nifty going, and thanks to everyone who contributes. Keep 'em up! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Weeks turned into days and then hours as the summer flew by. You remember I told you how Joe invented a game where each ride at our favorite park corresponded to a sex act we would do at home. Each act was indulged in the same order as our rides. They were numbered as well, so Joey would use a random number generator for our time at the park and record the order in his phone for our time back home. My genius boy. Now the sex roulette included fucking. We could have increased the number generator possibilites while keeping the same options. That might have made penetrating Joe's boypussy a very infrequent pleasure. But instead we kept the probability of fucking equal to the chance of Joey sucking his toes while naked. I had actually started calling him Joey as well as Joe. That developed after watching a nature documentary about kangaroos. Joe was fascinated at how a joey would dive into the mother's pouch and ride along. My Joey wanted to try that, which for us meant him pretending to climb into my "pouch" by sucking then riding my dick while we were face to face. Whatever my boy wants he gets. Like I said, my boy is clever. He also is as horny as he clever. We both were loving this. The boy's ass was pure heaven. He fit like a velvet glove on my dick. We spent our summer in a combination of sexplay, movies, streaming shows and amusement parks. I set up a webcam so we could watch ourselves as we played. We became our own favorite porn stars hehe. At the same time we kept all our appointments with Marge and child services. We knew this wasn't a done deal until the adoption was signed, sealed and delivered. It was a painfully slow process that seemed to make no progress, but at least Joe was with me. Of course we couldn't make summer last forever. School started up again and I had to send my boy away for several hours each weekday. We worked that into our routine. All summer we had shared my bed. We regularly woke each other up with kisses and blowjobs drinking up a creamy breakfast of cum fresh from the balls. It started as a competition to see who could wake the other with pleasure and quickly evolved into who got us into 69 position first. Hahaha! With school starting we had to get up earlier so there was time to shower together and choose Joe's clothes for the day. I enjoyed feeling him all over as I bathed and dressed him. Joe was ever the playful, kinky boy. Our new routine called for a new game. He took a 20-sided die and rolled it each morning. Numbers 1 to 5 meant Joe would wear normal underwear, like briefs or boxers, and have a butt plug inside himself all day at school. I wished I could see his face each time he sat down and felt the plug push a touch deeper inside. Muahaha! When he got home I would replace the plug with my hard dick. Awesome. Numbers 6 to 10 required Joey wear no underwear or plug. The only thing between his privates and the world was his outerwear of thin summer shorts, or later his ripped and slashed jeans. Fashion with a sexual accent for anyone paying close attention. Numbers 11 to 15 demanded Joey wear undies, but no plug. That may sound boring. However we spiced it up by choosing things from that special drawer in our bedroom; revealing jockstraps, thongs and sheer sexwear. Joey told me how sexy he felt and how he loved that no one else knew. When he got home on those days it was my turn to slowly strip and fondle him. Numbers 16 to 20 dictated wearing the butt plug, but no underwear. This was the kinkiest part of the plan my boy had thought up given the dangers of anyone else finding out, and yes my erection still replaced the plug when Joe got home. Honestly I have no idea how he managed to hide his hardon all day while doing any of these combinations. I'm sure Joe had a boner during the days because he seemed to have a permanent stiff at home. Such a delight. We did hit one snag on days when Joe had gym. He couldn't wear a plug those days because if someone saw it that couldn't be explained away. Sexwear would also get noticed and create social problems. Going without underwear could be explained away, but would still be noticed. All students were required to change their clothes at the beginning and end of class and shower after class. I wish I could have supervised the locker room to watch all those teens getting naked and bathing their bodies. Fortunately I could have Joe describe the other boys as I bathed him. He was still embarassed to talk about the act of having sex. However Joe was cool with describing his classmates bodies in detail and by name. The fact that I was routinely sucking Joe's dick while he described them probably helped. So on those gymnasium days Joe dressed like any other student, until he forgot which day it was. Joey rolled a nine. That was the fortunate mistake that brought this to a whole new level. Outside of school the usual routine still applied. I picked Joe up at the end of the day and groped him on the way home. He would control the garage door and undress in the kitchen before having a snack while naked. Occasionally I asked him to keep on the sexy undies or even briefs when he was wearing tighty whities like the first time we met. Obviously they didn't stay on for too long, heh. My boy was growing up. Joe had taken to weights, running and other exercises. His slim body was nicely defined, gently cut muscle, still smooth except for his dick hair and just a few newly growing whisps of armpit hairs. Some hairs were starting to grow on his lower legs too. Joey was also starting to show a little fuzzstache on his upper lip that really turned me on. His jizz was nectar. Of course the best thing that can happen while you are living the dream is that gets even better, right? What do I mean? How is that even possible? Being who I am; the incredibly lucky, single, retired, foster-but-want-to-be-permanent-parent; I get to pick up Joe at school every day. I wait curbside in line with the other parents. The students come out the front doors and down the stairs to their cars. I'm not a total whore, but there were lots of cute boys coming down those steps. In my imagination I can smell the hormones of every one of them. Typically Joe comes flying out of the doors and literally running down the stairs to jump in the car and have me spirit him away. This day my Joey came out of the front doors at the top of the stairs and stopped. He was talking another boy. A cute boy if I may say. He kind of looks like the model Alex Ruygrok. One fucking sexy youth. Only this boy's hair was very dark and spiked up with gel. He sort of looked like an anime character brought to life. Like one of the Robins from the Batman comic books rendered by the artist Phausto. I've told you how my Joey resembles Case Walker. The two of them together were a really cute pair and a pleasure to watch. They kept talking for some minutes which was noteworthy by itself. You will remember that while at the group home Joey was notable for being a loner and not really forming relationships with any of the other resident boys. Plus as I said before Joe normally hurried down the stairs to my car. Most of the other cars had picked up their kids and pulled away by now. Soon it was just me and a few others still waiting for their straggling charges. What was going on here? I studied my boy more closely. Then I saw it. The look in Joe's eyes was the same look he has when we are on the way back home from the amusement park. It was a more intense version of the look he had in the car on the way to our first funtime adventure. It was the look that signaled a change from wondering if something could happen to certainty that something would. I knew he was anticipating fun on multiple levels. With this expression I also knew sex was inevitable. When the boys parted they made a teenage embrace with fists pumping each other's back, but I noticed they held on to one another longer than was typical for their age, which was suggesting something else again. I dare say it was more a love hug than a bro hug. Both came down the stairs headed to their respective cars, yet I could see how they kept glancing sideways as they couldn't stop looking at each other. I was intrigued and watched which car the boy got into. His was one of the few cars remaining in the line. It was a very expensive model I recognized only from magazines. Standing at the driver's door was a man. He looked many years younger than me with a stylish appearance. To tell the truth he was handsome. In fact he was rather attractive. The man had classic looks, sort of like the actor Anson Mount, with long, dark hair pulled into a pony tail and neatly trimmed beard and moustache. In what appeared to be expensively tailored clothing I could tell he was fit. Honestly he was kinda hot. I noted how he looked at his boy and smiled, then looked at Joe with an intensely interested look on his face. I confess I was watching his boy almost as intensely. Then our eyes met. I nodded hello. He smiled, nodded his head in return. We all got in our cars and pulled away from the school. I couldn't wait to get home and ask Joe to tell me about this other kid. However, I knew it would be worth it to wait until we were home so I could make him talk about this while we played. I did decide to put out a feeler, pun intended, and check out the guesses I had about what I saw. "How was you day?", I asked like every parent does. Joe burst out loud, "Awesome! I have to tell you what happened today when we get home. Right now I'm hungry." I followed my instinct and reached over to feel Joe's groin. He was wonderfully hard as I had guessed. It always felt great to grope his crotch when he he wasn't wearing underwear. He gave me his beautful grin and I knew Joe had something very special to share that he knew we both would enjoy. "Let's pickup something on the way home so we can get right into dinner and then have our fun.", I suggested. My little sex crime partner gave me that familiar half smile, half smirk that always made me rock hard. Suddenly Joe's words just poured out in a rush. "You saw that boy I was talking to? His name's Eli. We have a few classes together, including gym. And I forgot today was a gym day when I rolled the die this morning... and so I was commando... and we were in the locker room... and I... he has a locker next to mine... and he watched me strip... and he saw I wasn't wearing any underwear... and I was like embarassed... but glad I didn't have the plug today but... I saw him looking at me... and I got hard and he... he grabbed my dick and started jacking me! Like right there in the locker room! He stripped too and he was wearing these bikini briefs... and he was hard too... and we made out... and he sucked my dick... and we came together... jacking I mean, not while he was blowing me. We shot cum everywhere! But we had to be quiet because there were other kids... and the teacher's office is close... and if we got caught... It was so hot... and dangerous... and I loved it! Like really!!! He's almost as good as you." Joey looked at me and tilted his head in that cute way he does when he wants to make sure I'm happy and satisfied. Not like there was ever a moment when I wasn't. However, it was sweet that he made sure to take care of my feelings. I was tickled at his enthusiasm. You know Joe has a kinky disposition. It's what made our partnership such a joy and so sexual. Him having sex with another boy in the locker was surprising, but also in character. Yet what really impressed me was this was the most I had ever heard Joe describe having sex. There was none of the usual blushing or hesitation. There was no filter at all. My boy was in love, or at least in lust. He found a playmate and maybe more. The mental image of the two boys making out and wanking each other also had me painfully hard. I couldn't wait to get home if only to free my willy from my tight pants. "We play the same games and he has a webcam too and I wanna play when we get home. Like we can all play together." Well now. It seems my boy may have let the boner out of the briefs and the cat out of the bag. "Just how much did you tell, um... Eli is it? How much did you tell Eli about you and me?", I asked. Joe blushed and looked out the window. I knew this was going to be good. "After we came he licked me clean. That was really cool. I told him I want to see him tonight on cam. He asked me what if you caught me naked and wanking and I said you wouldn't have any problem with that. Then he said neither would his dad." Joe looked for my reaction. His eyes were wide imagining the possibilities. Joe looked down at my rigid dick pulsing in my pants. Then he grabbed my hard through my khakis. We pulled up to the fast food drive thru, put in our order, got to the window to pay and were surprised to see the server. His name tag said "Blake". His face we recognized from the amusement park ride the day we first fucked. I especially remember how his eyes got huge as he stared at Joe's tent. It was the same way he was staring at both Joe's tent and mine right now. Blake blushed. Clearly he also recognized us. Or maybe he recognized Joe's tent. My boy said "Hi guy. Um. Blake, I mean." Then Joe put his hand between his legs and pulled the pants tightly over his obviously hard peter. Blake looked thunderstruck like Thor's hammer just landed on his head. He nervously looked over his shoulder to see if any of his shiftmates were seeing any of this. I decided to press things. "Good to know you're still employed when the parks are closed." I handed him a credit card to pay for the meal. Also to make sure he had my name. When he handed me the receipt to sign I added a separate piece of paper with my mobile number. I just knew the seeds for new adventures were being firmly planted. Blake took my number and tucked it into his pocket. He gave us a thumbs up. Joey blew Blake a kiss. This day was just getting better and better. We arrived home in our usual fashion with Joe activating the garage door while I was playing with his hard dick through his pants. Also as was our general rule Joe stripped naked as soon as he entered the kitchen. His erection was pulsing with a beauty I see frequently but never tire of. "Dad?" Joe dipped his head a little and looked up at me through his long eyelashes. I knew my Joey was level ten out of ten for his horniest. This is the look when he wants to do more than fuck. This is the look Joe has when he is going to drain my balls and challenge me to do the same to his. "I want us to choose something really special to share with Eli... and his dad." Just like that. I was so much more proud of my boy. I decided at that moment to see just how many cums I could get out of Joey that day. We each had already cum together once on waking up and once in the shower before school. We chose very special pieces of sexwear for this occasion. For Joey it was a jock strap with a semi-sheer black pouch and red straps. His jewels seemed to glow through the mesh. The whole basket was trimmed in red the same color as the straps. That made it appear to be at first the same construction as any other jockstrap. What made this jock unique were the snaps at three corners of the pouch. But more about that later. What Joey wanted on me was a Tarzan costume. Basically it was two squares of cloth drapped over front and back and held by a slim rope around the waist. Ass and jewels were on display virtually at will. "Can I start with Eli before you join in?" That was sweet. I hadn't considered this situation at the outset, but I felt how good this was and how much better it could be. "Of course son. " I kissed Joe full on the lips. His mouth opened and we tangled tongues for a while. Our hands were busily feeling each other all over. Joe pulled back. "I'm gonna go get on cam with Eli. That's good?" I nodded my head 'yes' and watched his gorgeous young ass retreat into the den. I had a feeling we were in for a lot of activity so I prepared snacks and drinks to bring to my ravenous boy. He always ate a lot between bouts of sex. That was another joy I had with my Joey. Time passed. A lot of time passed. This was another unusual thing. Let me not exaggerate because it was probably only 10 or 15 minutes since Joe entered the room. Yet at the same time I realized we had never been apart in this house for more than five minutes maximum since the first time he walked through the door. I was getting excited thinking of what was happening. I stood at the doorway and listened. Joe had turned up the volume on the speakers so I heard Eli. "Damn bae. You are so fucking sexy. I love how your boner and balls look in those jocks." Damn! Even the kid's voice was sexy. Joe replied, "You're beautiful. I've never seen anyone, guy or girl as beautiful as you. I want my dad to see you." "Sure thing.", Eli replied. "Hey dad come here!" It was kind of funny the way Joey called for me. He didn't yell because he knew I was nearby waiting for this moment. There was a seduction in his voice that drew me like a bee to honey. I walked in wearing my Tarzan costume and stood next to Joe. I slipped an arm aorund his shoulders. "Wow! I love it! That's so fucking cool! You two look so hot together." Now I'm no beefcake by any stretch of the imagination. But to hear Eli compliment me and Joey this way definitely put an additional spring in my dick. Of course that made the loincloth stick out. Joe reached underneath and began slowly stroking my hardon while Eli watched. This was my first opportunity to see Eli up close. He was naked. He was gorgeous. Fit. Defined. Slim. And his cock... oh my gawd! Joey had grown to almost 6 inches at a late 13 years of age. Perfection. What I saw on Eli had to be 7+ and thick. For the extra bonus he was uncut. The foreskin just clung to the back of his glans. I got harder. Joe squeezed me harder. I looked down to watch my boy's cock pulsing strongly in his jock. This was 350 degrees Kelvin hot! "Where's your dad?", asked Joey in that same seductive tone. "I'm right here." The voice was every bit as sexy as the man I had seen at school. Two bare, muscular arms came over Eli's shoulders as the hands made their way slowly down Eli's chest and abs into the boy's groin and took firm hold of Eli's cock. The boy stood up and reached out to adjust the cam. We were quickly rewarded with a full view of Eli and his dad, both naked and erect, fit as fuck, standing in front of us and fondling each other's jewels. I felt both elated and jealous. "My name's Marc. You are Joe... and your dad?" "Hi. I'm Rob. Nice to see you. Both of you." I leaned over and whispered into Joey's ear. We were gonna give as good show as we were seeing. I don't know why I felt so competitive. Actually in retrospect I felt inferior being both the oldest and certainly the least fit and attractive of the four of us. Yet then again, here I was with these three hotties so that counts for something. Seeing Marc's beauty maybe made me wonder if Joey would stay with me or be seduced by this gorgeous man. But no. In my heart I knew my Joey was mine forever. Eli and Marc could be a wonderful addition. I mentally chided myself for getting too ambitious and thought 'let's try and stay in the moment and enjoy the fuck out of this experience'. Joe stood up and adjusted the cam so we were giving Eli and Marc the same view we had of them. Then we unloaded our surprise when I unsnapped the pouch from Joe's jockstrap to free his rampant erection. We heard them both gasp at the sight. I kissed Joe deeply, tongues swirling while I pulled on his leaking penis. Slowly licking my way down his body I got down on my knees and took Joe's meat into my mouth. This was too hot for any of us. Joe groaned loudly as he grabbed my head with both hands and started fucking my mouth in earnest. I couldn't see the computer screen clearly out of the side of my eyes while Joey was plowing my face. But I could hear Eli loud and clear. "Damn bro! Sweet lord that is so fucking hot! Daddy please suck me like that." Marc's voice was so seductive and sensual. "Yeah Baby. Daddy is going to give you head just like that. But only after your friend creams his daddy's mouth. Then they can watch you flood mine. Until then we are just going to have to make you edge." I couldn't believe my ears. A man was watching my boy facefuck me while keeping his own boy just on the edge of orgasm. Brilliant!!! Now both boys were groaning loudly. Joey reached his limit. Still the clever boy caught me off guard by pulling out at the last moment. Before I could ask why Joe was painting my face. His load was enormous, easily the biggest load he had ever produced for me. Remember this was the third load today. I was sure we found a whole new level of production. He didn't stop there, however. While he was still cumming Joe plunged his rod back into my mouth and fucked it relentlessly. He moaned and groaned like a wounded animal. It was so intense. I quickly scooped some of the jizz off my face and shoved my cummy fingers up Joey's ass. That had the desired effect as I swear he immediately blew a second nut in my mouth. At the very least it was one long, continuous cum. "Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhggggggggggggggggggg!!!!!!!" Not a real word but very articulate for the situation. He literally fell over me as we collapsed to the floor. Joe's boner stayed in my mouth the entire way. It took some minutes before we both recovered. Joe brought my face up to his and licked his cum. So tenderly, so affectionately, so erotically he cleaned his spunk from my face. Keeping the jizz in his mouth we deep kissed. After mingling our tongues and sharing the nut we swallowed every drop. We kept cuddling in Joe's post-orgasmic glow then eventually remembered we had guests watching us. I looked back at the computer screen. Marc and Eli were still watching us intensely, but I could see the boy was getting fucked as they looked on. When they saw us finish and looking back at them Marc pulled out and got on his knees to blow Eli. The boy made his own share of noise as his daddy sucked away. Then they shared their own surprise. Quickly shifting the cam, Marc lifted Eli into the air and flipped him upside down on the floor facing the cam. Now the boy was on his back, legs in the air, bent so his dick was hanging over his face. We could see his father furiously milking Eli's dick while simultaneously eating the young teen's ass. Within seconds Eli blasted his load into his open mouth and all over his face. "Fucking A! Dayyum! That's fire!" The admiration in Joe's voice was clear. Marc's face was shiny with his saliva from eating out his boy. He kept pulling on Eli's sex as the poor boy endured his post-orgasmic pleasure. Marc manouvered them to lick the cum from Eli's face before they also snowballed. Joe and I fondled each other and kissed as we watched. Marc broke the silence after many minutes of fathers and sons worshipping each other. "Eli's been checking out Joe for some time now. He finally made his move. It would be sweet if we are all on the same page. So let's figure out what comes next, ok?" "Ok." I answered, "This was great. Fantastic even. We would love more virtual playdates. Maybe we can have an in-person visit in addition?" "I would love that." Marc answered. Eli elbowed his dad in the ribs. "We would love that!" Then Joey sealed the deal. He got up on his hands and knees facing the cam. Because that was doggy position my eyes were immediately drawn to my boy's sweet ass so I almost missed hearing the next statement. "Great to meet you Mr. Marc. See you tomorrow Eli. I love you." I was stunned. Joe just told someone else 'I love you'. If nothing else works out in this life I know I've done something great in freeing this boy to say that. My heart swelled at the thought. Eli and his dad responded the only way I could hope. "I love you too.", said Eli. "You both are great. We look forward to getting to know each other better.", Marc added. Ooohh the possiblities we have just unleashed. To be continued...?
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Wed, 3 Feb 2021 23:31:30 +0000 From: Qwik Loob <[email protected]> Subject: Bringing Home a Boy Part 6 (Revised) Disclaimer: Unless you are brand new to Nifty you know how this works. This is a work of fiction portraying consensual sex between men and boys. No real or fictional characters were harmed during the writing of this story. Nothing written here is meant to suggest anything about the personal or professional lives of anyone who might be referenced, aside from the fact I personally think you're attracttive. I would never disrespect you in person. Do not read this if you are philosophically blind. If you are legally blind be sure to turn up the volume on your reader (thanks Fred!). If you are in a country or jurisdiction where it is illegal to read such material do not tell anyone what you are doing. We know you are doing the same things we do. We won't tell either. If you are a minor, pretend you are in the same situation as the folks above and follow that advice. If this material offends you face the fact that you are here because it turns you on. After you get off, go seek professional help to deal with your feelings. (See the "blind" part above.) All constructive comments are welcome at [email protected]. All flames will be ignored. Please donate something, anything, to keep Nifty going, and thanks to everyone who contributes. Keep 'em up! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Weeks turned into days and then hours as the summer flew by. You remember I told you how Joe invented a game where each ride at our favorite park corresponded to a sex act we would do at home. Each act was indulged in the same order as our rides. They were numbered as well, so Joey would use a random number generator for our time at the park and record the order in his phone for our time back home. My genius boy. Now the sex roulette included fucking. We could have increased the number generator possibilites while keeping the same options. That might have made penetrating Joe's boypussy a very infrequent pleasure. But instead we kept the probability of fucking equal to the chance of Joey sucking his toes while naked. I had actually started calling him Joey as well as Joe. That developed after watching a nature documentary about kangaroos. Joe was fascinated at how a joey would dive into the mother's pouch and ride along. My Joey wanted to try that, which for us meant him pretending to climb into my "pouch" by sucking then riding my dick while we were face to face. Whatever my boy wants he gets. Like I said, my boy is clever. He also is as horny as he clever. We both were loving this. The boy's ass was pure heaven. He fit like a velvet glove on my dick. We spent our summer in a combination of sexplay, movies, streaming shows and amusement parks. I set up a webcam so we could watch ourselves as we played. We became our own favorite porn stars hehe. At the same time we kept all our appointments with Marge and child services. We knew this wasn't a done deal until the adoption was signed, sealed and delivered. It was a painfully slow process that seemed to make no progress, but at least Joe was with me. Of course we couldn't make summer last forever. School started up again and I had to send my boy away for several hours each weekday. We worked that into our routine. All summer we had shared my bed. We regularly woke each other up with kisses and blowjobs drinking up a creamy breakfast of cum fresh from the balls. It started as a competition to see who could wake the other with pleasure and quickly evolved into who got us into 69 position first. Hahaha! With school starting we had to get up earlier so there was time to shower together and choose Joe's clothes for the day. I enjoyed feeling him all over as I bathed and dressed him. Joe was ever the playful, kinky boy. Our new routine called for a new game. He took a 20-sided die and rolled it each morning. Numbers 1 to 5 meant Joe would wear normal underwear, like briefs or boxers, and have a butt plug inside himself all day at school. I wished I could see his face each time he sat down and felt the plug push a touch deeper inside. Muahaha! When he got home I would replace the plug with my hard dick. Awesome. Numbers 6 to 10 required Joey wear no underwear or plug. The only thing between his privates and the world was his outerwear of thin summer shorts, or later his ripped and slashed jeans. Fashion with a sexual accent for anyone paying close attention. Numbers 11 to 15 demanded Joey wear undies, but no plug. That may sound boring. However we spiced it up by choosing things from that special drawer in our bedroom; revealing jockstraps, thongs and sheer sexwear. Joey told me how sexy he felt and how he loved that no one else knew. When he got home on those days it was my turn to slowly strip and fondle him. Numbers 16 to 20 dictated wearing the butt plug, but no underwear. This was the kinkiest part of the plan my boy had thought up given the dangers of anyone else finding out, and yes my erection still replaced the plug when Joe got home. Honestly I have no idea how he managed to hide his hardon all day while doing any of these combinations. I'm sure Joe had a boner during the days because he seemed to have a permanent stiff at home. Such a delight. We did hit one snag on days when Joe had gym. He couldn't wear a plug those days because if someone saw it that couldn't be explained away. Sexwear would also get noticed and create social problems. Going without underwear could be explained away, but would still be noticed. All students were required to change their clothes at the beginning and end of class and shower after class. I wish I could have supervised the locker room to watch all those teens getting naked and bathing their bodies. Fortunately I could have Joe describe the other boys as I bathed him. He was still embarassed to talk about the act of having sex. However Joe was cool with describing his classmates bodies in detail and by name. The fact that I was routinely sucking Joe's dick while he described them probably helped. So on those gymnasium days Joe dressed like any other student, until he forgot which day it was. Joey rolled a nine. That was the fortunate mistake that brought this to a whole new level. Outside of school the usual routine still applied. I picked Joe up at the end of the day and groped him on the way home. He would control the garage door and undress in the kitchen before having a snack while naked. Occasionally I asked him to keep on the sexy undies or even briefs when he was wearing tighty whities like the first time we met. Obviously they didn't stay on for too long, heh. My boy was growing up. Joe had taken to weights, running and other exercises. His slim body was nicely defined, gently cut muscle, still smooth except for his dick hair and just a few newly growing whisps of armpit hairs. Some hairs were starting to grow on his lower legs too. Joey was also starting to show a little fuzzstache on his upper lip that really turned me on. His jizz was nectar. Of course the best thing that can happen while you are living the dream is that gets even better, right? What do I mean? How is that even possible? Being who I am; the incredibly lucky, single, retired, foster-but-want-to-be-permanent-parent; I get to pick up Joe at school every day. I wait curbside in line with the other parents. The students come out the front doors and down the stairs to their cars. I'm not a total whore, but there were lots of cute boys coming down those steps. In my imagination I can smell the hormones of every one of them. Typically Joe comes flying out of the doors and literally running down the stairs to jump in the car and have me spirit him away. This day my Joey came out of the front doors at the top of the stairs and stopped. He was talking another boy. A cute boy if I may say. He kind of looks like the model Alex Ruygrok. One fucking sexy youth. Only this boy's hair was very dark and spiked up with gel. He sort of looked like an anime character brought to life. Like one of the Robins from the Batman comic books rendered by the artist Phausto. I've told you how my Joey resembles Case Walker. The two of them together were a really cute pair and a pleasure to watch. They kept talking for some minutes which was noteworthy by itself. You will remember that while at the group home Joey was notable for being a loner and not really forming relationships with any of the other resident boys. Plus as I said before Joe normally hurried down the stairs to my car. Most of the other cars had picked up their kids and pulled away by now. Soon it was just me and a few others still waiting for their straggling charges. What was going on here? I studied my boy more closely. Then I saw it. The look in Joe's eyes was the same look he has when we are on the way back home from the amusement park. It was a more intense version of the look he had in the car on the way to our first funtime adventure. It was the look that signaled a change from wondering if something could happen to certainty that something would. I knew he was anticipating fun on multiple levels. With this expression I also knew sex was inevitable. When the boys parted they made a teenage embrace with fists pumping each other's back, but I noticed they held on to one another longer than was typical for their age, which was suggesting something else again. I dare say it was more a love hug than a bro hug. Both came down the stairs headed to their respective cars, yet I could see how they kept glancing sideways as they couldn't stop looking at each other. I was intrigued and watched which car the boy got into. His was one of the few cars remaining in the line. It was a very expensive model I recognized only from magazines. Standing at the driver's door was a man. He looked many years younger than me with a stylish appearance. To tell the truth he was handsome. In fact he was rather attractive. The man had classic looks, sort of like the actor Anson Mount, with long, dark hair pulled into a pony tail and neatly trimmed beard and moustache. In what appeared to be expensively tailored clothing I could tell he was fit. Honestly he was kinda hot. I noted how he looked at his boy and smiled, then looked at Joe with an intensely interested look on his face. I confess I was watching his boy almost as intensely. Then our eyes met. I nodded hello. He smiled, nodded his head in return. We all got in our cars and pulled away from the school. I couldn't wait to get home and ask Joe to tell me about this other kid. However, I knew it would be worth it to wait until we were home so I could make him talk about this while we played. I did decide to put out a feeler, pun intended, and check out the guesses I had about what I saw. "How was you day?", I asked like every parent does. Joe burst out loud, "Awesome! I have to tell you what happened today when we get home. Right now I'm hungry." I followed my instinct and reached over to feel Joe's groin. He was wonderfully hard as I had guessed. It always felt great to grope his crotch when he he wasn't wearing underwear. He gave me his beautful grin and I knew Joe had something very special to share that he knew we both would enjoy. "Let's pickup something on the way home so we can get right into dinner and then have our fun.", I suggested. My little sex crime partner gave me that familiar half smile, half smirk that always made me rock hard. Suddenly Joe's words just poured out in a rush. "You saw that boy I was talking to? His name's Eli. We have a few classes together, including gym. And I forgot today was a gym day when I rolled the die this morning... and so I was commando... and we were in the locker room... and I... he has a locker next to mine... and he watched me strip... and he saw I wasn't wearing any underwear... and I was like embarassed... but glad I didn't have the plug today but... I saw him looking at me... and I got hard and he... he grabbed my dick and started jacking me! Like right there in the locker room! He stripped too and he was wearing these bikini briefs... and he was hard too... and we made out... and he sucked my dick... and we came together... jacking I mean, not while he was blowing me. We shot cum everywhere! But we had to be quiet because there were other kids... and the teacher's office is close... and if we got caught... It was so hot... and dangerous... and I loved it! Like really!!! He's almost as good as you." Joey looked at me and tilted his head in that cute way he does when he wants to make sure I'm happy and satisfied. Not like there was ever a moment when I wasn't. However, it was sweet that he made sure to take care of my feelings. I was tickled at his enthusiasm. You know Joe has a kinky disposition. It's what made our partnership such a joy and so sexual. Him having sex with another boy in the locker was surprising, but also in character. Yet what really impressed me was this was the most I had ever heard Joe describe having sex. There was none of the usual blushing or hesitation. There was no filter at all. My boy was in love, or at least in lust. He found a playmate and maybe more. The mental image of the two boys making out and wanking each other also had me painfully hard. I couldn't wait to get home if only to free my willy from my tight pants. "We play the same games and he has a webcam too and I wanna play when we get home. Like we can all play together." Well now. It seems my boy may have let the boner out of the briefs and the cat out of the bag. "Just how much did you tell, um... Eli is it? How much did you tell Eli about you and me?", I asked. Joe blushed and looked out the window. I knew this was going to be good. "After we came he licked me clean. That was really cool. I told him I want to see him tonight on cam. He asked me what if you caught me naked and wanking and I said you wouldn't have any problem with that. Then he said neither would his dad." Joe looked for my reaction. His eyes were wide imagining the possibilities. Joe looked down at my rigid dick pulsing in my pants. Then he grabbed my hard through my khakis. We pulled up to the fast food drive thru, put in our order, got to the window to pay and were surprised to see the server. His name tag said "Blake". His face we recognized from the amusement park ride the day we first fucked. I especially remember how his eyes got huge as he stared at Joe's tent. It was the same way he was staring at both Joe's tent and mine right now. Blake blushed. Clearly he also recognized us. Or maybe he recognized Joe's tent. My boy said "Hi guy. Um. Blake, I mean." Then Joe put his hand between his legs and pulled the pants tightly over his obviously hard peter. Blake looked thunderstruck like Thor's hammer just landed on his head. He nervously looked over his shoulder to see if any of his shiftmates were seeing any of this. I decided to press things. "Good to know you're still employed when the parks are closed." I handed him a credit card to pay for the meal. Also to make sure he had my name. When he handed me the receipt to sign I added a separate piece of paper with my mobile number. I just knew the seeds for new adventures were being firmly planted. Blake took my number and tucked it into his pocket. He gave us a thumbs up. Joey blew Blake a kiss. This day was just getting better and better. We arrived home in our usual fashion with Joe activating the garage door while I was playing with his hard dick through his pants. Also as was our general rule Joe stripped naked as soon as he entered the kitchen. His erection was pulsing with a beauty I see frequently but never tire of. "Dad?" Joe dipped his head a little and looked up at me through his long eyelashes. I knew my Joey was level ten out of ten for his horniest. This is the look when he wants to do more than fuck. This is the look Joe has when he is going to drain my balls and challenge me to do the same to his. "I want us to choose something really special to share with Eli... and his dad." Just like that. I was so much more proud of my boy. I decided at that moment to see just how many cums I could get out of Joey that day. We each had already cum together once on waking up and once in the shower before school. We chose very special pieces of sexwear for this occasion. For Joey it was a jock strap with a semi-sheer black pouch and red straps. His jewels seemed to glow through the mesh. The whole basket was trimmed in red the same color as the straps. That made it appear to be at first the same construction as any other jockstrap. What made this jock unique were the snaps at three corners of the pouch. But more about that later. What Joey wanted on me was a Tarzan costume. Basically it was two squares of cloth drapped over front and back and held by a slim rope around the waist. Ass and jewels were on display virtually at will. "Can I start with Eli before you join in?" That was sweet. I hadn't considered this situation at the outset, but I felt how good this was and how much better it could be. "Of course son. " I kissed Joe full on the lips. His mouth opened and we tangled tongues for a while. Our hands were busily feeling each other all over. Joe pulled back. "I'm gonna go get on cam with Eli. That's good?" I nodded my head 'yes' and watched his gorgeous young ass retreat into the den. I had a feeling we were in for a lot of activity so I prepared snacks and drinks to bring to my ravenous boy. He always ate a lot between bouts of sex. That was another joy I had with my Joey. Time passed. A lot of time passed. This was another unusual thing. Let me not exaggerate because it was probably only 10 or 15 minutes since Joe entered the room. Yet at the same time I realized we had never been apart in this house for more than five minutes maximum since the first time he walked through the door. I was getting excited thinking of what was happening. I stood at the doorway and listened. Joe had turned up the volume on the speakers so I heard Eli. "Damn bae. You are so fucking sexy. I love how your boner and balls look in those jocks." Damn! Even the kid's voice was sexy. Joe replied, "You're beautiful. I've never seen anyone, guy or girl as beautiful as you. I want my dad to see you." "Sure thing.", Eli replied. "Hey dad come here!" It was kind of funny the way Joey called for me. He didn't yell because he knew I was nearby waiting for this moment. There was a seduction in his voice that drew me like a bee to honey. I walked in wearing my Tarzan costume and stood next to Joe. I slipped an arm aorund his shoulders. "Wow! I love it! That's so fucking cool! You two look so hot together." Now I'm no beefcake by any stretch of the imagination. But to hear Eli compliment me and Joey this way definitely put an additional spring in my dick. Of course that made the loincloth stick out. Joe reached underneath and began slowly stroking my hardon while Eli watched. This was my first opportunity to see Eli up close. He was naked. He was gorgeous. Fit. Defined. Slim. And his cock... oh my gawd! Joey had grown to almost 6 inches at a late 13 years of age. Perfection. What I saw on Eli had to be 7+ and thick. For the extra bonus he was uncut. The foreskin just clung to the back of his glans. I got harder. Joe squeezed me harder. I looked down to watch my boy's cock pulsing strongly in his jock. This was 350 degrees Kelvin hot! "Where's your dad?", asked Joey in that same seductive tone. "I'm right here." The voice was every bit as sexy as the man I had seen at school. Two bare, muscular arms came over Eli's shoulders as the hands made their way slowly down Eli's chest and abs into the boy's groin and took firm hold of Eli's cock. The boy stood up and reached out to adjust the cam. We were quickly rewarded with a full view of Eli and his dad, both naked and erect, fit as fuck, standing in front of us and fondling each other's jewels. I felt both elated and jealous. "My name's Marc. You are Joe... and your dad?" "Hi. I'm Rob. Nice to see you. Both of you." I leaned over and whispered into Joey's ear. We were gonna give as good show as we were seeing. I don't know why I felt so competitive. Actually in retrospect I felt inferior being both the oldest and certainly the least fit and attractive of the four of us. Yet then again, here I was with these three hotties so that counts for something. Seeing Marc's beauty maybe made me wonder if Joey would stay with me or be seduced by this gorgeous man. But no. In my heart I knew my Joey was mine forever. Eli and Marc could be a wonderful addition. I mentally chided myself for getting too ambitious and thought 'let's try and stay in the moment and enjoy the fuck out of this experience'. Joe stood up and adjusted the cam so we were giving Eli and Marc the same view we had of them. Then we unloaded our surprise when I unsnapped the pouch from Joe's jockstrap to free his rampant erection. We heard them both gasp at the sight. I kissed Joe deeply, tongues swirling while I pulled on his leaking penis. Slowly licking my way down his body I got down on my knees and took Joe's meat into my mouth. This was too hot for any of us. Joe groaned loudly as he grabbed my head with both hands and started fucking my mouth in earnest. I couldn't see the computer screen clearly out of the side of my eyes while Joey was plowing my face. But I could hear Eli loud and clear. "Damn bro! Sweet lord that is so fucking hot! Daddy please suck me like that." Marc's voice was so seductive and sensual. "Yeah Baby. Daddy is going to give you head just like that. But only after your friend creams his daddy's mouth. Then they can watch you flood mine. Until then we are just going to have to make you edge." I couldn't believe my ears. A man was watching my boy facefuck me while keeping his own boy just on the edge of orgasm. Brilliant!!! Now both boys were groaning loudly. Joey reached his limit. Still the clever boy caught me off guard by pulling out at the last moment. Before I could ask why Joe was painting my face. His load was enormous, easily the biggest load he had ever produced for me. Remember this was the third load today. I was sure we found a whole new level of production. He didn't stop there, however. While he was still cumming Joe plunged his rod back into my mouth and fucked it relentlessly. He moaned and groaned like a wounded animal. It was so intense. I quickly scooped some of the jizz off my face and shoved my cummy fingers up Joey's ass. That had the desired effect as I swear he immediately blew a second nut in my mouth. At the very least it was one long, continuous cum. "Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhggggggggggggggggggg!!!!!!!" Not a real word but very articulate for the situation. He literally fell over me as we collapsed to the floor. Joe's boner stayed in my mouth the entire way. It took some minutes before we both recovered. Joe brought my face up to his and licked his cum. So tenderly, so affectionately, so erotically he cleaned his spunk from my face. Keeping the jizz in his mouth we deep kissed. After mingling our tongues and sharing the nut we swallowed every drop. We kept cuddling in Joe's post-orgasmic glow then eventually remembered we had guests watching us. I looked back at the computer screen. Marc and Eli were still watching us intensely, but I could see the boy was getting fucked as they looked on. When they saw us finish and looking back at them Marc pulled out and got on his knees to blow Eli. The boy made his own share of noise as his daddy sucked away. Then they shared their own surprise. Quickly shifting the cam, Marc lifted Eli into the air and flipped him upside down on the floor facing the cam. Now the boy was on his back, legs in the air, bent so his dick was hanging over his face. We could see his father furiously milking Eli's dick while simultaneously eating the young teen's ass. Within seconds Eli blasted his load into his open mouth and all over his face. "Fucking A! Dayyum! That's fire!" The admiration in Joe's voice was clear. Marc's face was shiny with his saliva from eating out his boy. He kept pulling on Eli's sex as the poor boy endured his post-orgasmic pleasure. Marc manouvered them to lick the cum from Eli's face before they also snowballed. Joe and I fondled each other and kissed as we watched. Marc broke the silence after many minutes of fathers and sons worshipping each other. "Eli's been checking out Joe for some time now. He finally made his move. It would be sweet if we are all on the same page. So let's figure out what comes next, ok?" "Ok." I answered, "This was great. Fantastic even. We would love more virtual playdates. Maybe we can have an in-person visit in addition?" "I would love that." Marc answered. Eli elbowed his dad in the ribs. "We would love that!" Then Joey sealed the deal. He got up on his hands and knees facing the cam. Because that was doggy position my eyes were immediately drawn to my boy's sweet ass so I almost missed hearing the next statement. "Great to meet you Mr. Marc. See you tomorrow Eli. I love you." I was stunned. Joe just told someone else 'I love you'. If nothing else works out in this life I know I've done something great in freeing this boy to say that. My heart swelled at the thought. Eli and his dad responded the only way I could hope. "I love you too.", said Eli. "You both are great. We look forward to getting to know each other better.", Marc added. Ooohh the possiblities we have just unleashed. To be continued...? </[email protected]> </div></div>
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Date: Mon, 29 Jul 2019 22:05:03 +0000 From: Qwik Loob Subject: Bringing Home A Boy - part 2 Disclaimer: Unless you are brand new to Nifty you know how this works. This is a work of fiction portraying consensual sex between a man and a boy. No real or fictional characters were harmed during the writing of this story. Do not read this if you are philosophically blind. If you are legally blind be sure to turn up the volume on your reader (thanks Fred!). If you are in a country or jurisdiction where it is illegal to read such material do not tell anyone what you are doing. We know you are doing the same things we do. We won't tell either. If you are a minor, pretend you are in the same situation as the folks above and follow that advice. If this material offends you face the fact that you are here because it turns you on. After you get off, go seek professional help to deal with your feelings. (See the "blind" part above.) All constructive comments are welcome at [email protected]. All flames will be ignored. Please donate something, anything, to keep Nifty going, and thanks to everyone who contributes. Keep 'em up! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html So I've started telling you about Joe, the hot boy living in the group home where I volunteer. I've also told you about my lust for a boy I could have all to myself, and how Joe seems to be that boy. But I might be getting ahead of myself. Yes we connected, and for sure he well knows what I want. The fact he literally put himself in my hands proves that. Still it is one thing to hope to take a boy, another thing to try, and completely another thing to accomplish. After the delight of jacking him off, then smelling and tasting his jizz, I couldn't wait to return the next night. I did, but he didn't. I didn't see him come downstairs for dinner, neither did he come to the room where I sat watching tv. I seriously considered going upstairs to look for him in his room, but my inner voice said that would be a risky idea. Even though he was one of only five boys here, my presence in their bedroom areas would be noticed and noted. I did my short shift in disappointment. I wondered if Joe had thought about our play and decided it wasn't something he wanted to repeat. Yet, he seemed happy after. He even showed me his body again and thanked me. Damn I was confused. It was the third night before I saw him again. I was in the kitchen eating my dinner when Joe walked in. He came right over to give me a quick hug, and moved to get his dinner. I was surprised to see him, and suprised by the hug, so I didn't even have time to get out of my chair. I blurted out, "I've missed you." "I was on an overnight with a family. They have six kids already. I hated it. All I kept thinking about was you." Joe chatted on, but those last seven were the words that stuck in my mind. He kept thinking about me, and all I kept thinking about was him. I couldn't get enough of this boy. The beautiful sound of his voice, his green eyes, the smooth, clear, rosy skin, the fit shape of his body in that tee shirt, all combined to make Joe a work of art in my eyes. What if he does get adopted? I don't want anyone to keep this boy from me! Ok!!! Deep breaths. I need to calm down. One step at a time. If you really want something, search for it. You will recognize opportunity when you see it. Ok, so I need to stop eating so many fortune cookies too. All this internal mental dialogue didn't matter to my young friend. Joe talked about the family and other fosters he has known right through the rest of our meal. It was like we had dinner together every night. He could have been reading a dictionary and still I would have enjoyed it. I cleared our dishes into the sink, and worked up my nerves to pop the question. Sort of. "Um. I think... I mean, I am going to watch some tv. Um. Would you like to join me?" Joe nodded and that sweet voice answered, "Yeah." He got a little smile on his face, then he stood and left the kitchen to walk upstairs. I moved to the den, grabbed the remote and took my place on the sofa. It was only a few minutes while I channel surfed before Joe came into the room wrapped in his blanket. He immediately got onto the couch and laid his head in my lap, simultaneously pulling my arm under the blanket. My hand went right to his basket and grabbed his jock. He was already hard. I lightly rubbed his cloth covered cock, occasionally squeezing it firmly. All the while I was looking into his eyes. Joe was watching tv, but from time to time he looked up at me. I couldn't help but smile, and he smiled back. What an angel! We had to stop for a few minutes when another boy came downstairs and went into the kitchen. Fortunately he went back upstairs. I felt Joe pull my hand up to his smooth stomach for a second, before pushing it back down into the briefs he was now holding open. My fist closed tightly around his stiff penis. Damn he was hard as a rock! All he kept thinking about was me! I wasn't going to make him wait any longer for what we both wanted. My hand felt all around his sex, lifting those smooth balls and slipping my fingers through the leg openings to stroke a bit of his smooth inner thighs. Yet of course my hand kept returning to Joe's hardon. It didn't reallly take too many strokes before he looked up at me and said, "I'm ready." I cupped my palm over the head of his penis and felt the jets blasting into my hand. It felt like a nice cum. I slowly worked my hand free with Joe's help, and looked at the load I was holding. Even though I certainly dripped some precious pearljam pulling my hand out from under the blanket, there was still a huge load in my palm. I smiled at my boy and licked my hand clean. Joe watched me carefully the entire time. "What does it taste like?" I thought for a moment. "I can't exactly say. It is sweet, but tastes like nothing else. I don't know what to say besides thank you. You are delicious." He got a big smile hearing that. "If we were alone... I mean together, but just us.... like... will you... I mean... would you... suck it?" His face blushed, as I'm sure mine did as well. Thank you Universe. I was going to get this kid at a whole new level. So I said the only reasonable thing. "Yes". That was really all he needed to hear. He stood up, and favored me with a look at his body while he held the blanket open. He was still hard and his briefs were tented. Once again Joe wrapped himself up and went back to his room. My imagination kicked into overdrive trying to figure out how I could get him completely into my hands. My fortune cookie came through the following week when Marge asked me if I would be willing to take boys out for the day. There was going to be a meeting with the board of directors of the home, and she didn't want the boys around too long. I thought aloud. "Hmm ok, I have to find something for five boys to do." "Oh no." She countered. "Three of the boys are going to a basketball tournament with one of their sponsors, and the fourth is going to spend the day with his mentor. That just leaves Joe. He doesn't like to hang around the other boys, especially the younger ones. There's really nobody here his age, and he seems to respond much better to you than most volunteers, so I was hoping you could keep him entertained for the day while we meet." This was my Cinderella moment. My cock fitting perfectly into a glass slipper of boypussy. It was not easy containing my excitement. I settled for a honest, but conventional reply. "Well, if he's ok with it then, yeah, sure I could help for awhile." She didn't see, but inside me my lust was grinning like the Grinch Who Stole Christmas, haha! It was a Friday and I came by the home around eight in the morning. I figured the best shot I had to impress Joe and make him glad to be with me was the huge amusement park up the highway. I splurged for special access tickets that would get us in before the general public. I was hungry and hoped I might be able to take Joe out for breakfast before the park opened. I got a different kind of hunger when I saw him standing at the top of the stairs wearing those nylon basketball shorts that cling so nicely to his curves. As if that wasn't sexy enough, he also wore a tank top. His fit young body was shown brilliantly. I looked at his soft, smooth skin and couldn't wait for any excuse to touch him. We went along as planned. All throughout breakfast Joe talked about his favorite rides, all rollercoasters, water slides, or the like, anything that involved sudden drops or changes of direction, and what moves to make at just the right time to enjoy the effects of the ride. I didn't understand it at first, but I gradually realized how bright this boy was with his understanding of forces and motions. Why is that significant? Well first, because I love smart boys. They have great senses of humor. Equally important, I have read that smarter boys are also more open to same sex experiences. Gay, bi, or straight, they are comfortable exploring their bodies and what brings them pleasure. Joe welcomed and enjoyed my desire for his body. I was determined to be this boy's guide during his, no our exploration of his body Hehe. So we got to the amusement park and Joe had it all mapped out like Caesar conquering Gaul. He half walked, half ran ahead of me saying which ride we were going for, and talking excitedly as only young boys do. It was so cute and delightful. Since we came with the early pass there were no long lines. We rode in, on, or hung from any number of contraptions, yelling and screaming all the way. Often Joe had his hands way in the air, and I saw his hairless armpits. Sweet lord. Sometimes he would stop suddenly to retie a shoe as we ran about. Invariably I took the opportunity to check out his firm little butt. However, the best was the mega giant water slide. Riders went two at a time in a little rubber raft sloshing from side to side and spinning upside down as you traveled through huge plastic tubes. Being the bigger body I sat first in the back of the raft, then Joe sat between my legs. Just before we launched I felt him scoot his butt right back into my lap. The contact got me stimulated, then I felt the wierd mix of terror from the ride and joy at Joe's firm ass riding my junk through our wet shorts. I can't describe just how erotic it was. By the time we got to the end of the ride Joe's arms were raised in victory and he was screaming. I was hard as a rock and probably blushing. He jumped up and ran toward the exit flailing his arms like a mad man, which certainly deflected anyone's attention from me. I had the most brief moment to rearrange my stuff. Lol. What a kid. I went after my Speedy Gonzalez, who dared slow down long enough for us to eat at one of the food courts. As we plowed through our burgers and fries, Joe verbally recapped every ride we had taken. He laid out a park map on the table and marked off each ride we had taken with a dab of ketchup. We had been going non-stop for almost 3 hours, but had ridden every major ride at the park at least once. Joe looked at me and gave me a faint half smile. It was an increasingly familiar, cute look I was beginning to love. "We can go now." I looked and blinked like a dog when he's trying to figure out what you want. Joe read the puzzled look on my face. We were not expected back to the home for around another four or five hours. "We can have fun at your place too." Joe explained. Then he gave that smile again. It was the kind of smile that says both "I'm embarassed." and "I like this." A smile that was both coy and inviting. On the face of the boy looking at me, it was the smile of victory! Joe knew he just sealed the deal and conquered my heart, or at least my lust. I quickly finished off my food so we could leave. He continued chatting away as we left the park to get in my car and start the drive to my place. Along the way I kept glancing over at Joe's creamy smooth thighs. Considering that we basically had an unspoken agreement that I was going to touch this boy I figured it didn't hurt to test the premise early on. What is the saying? 'In for a penny. In for a pound.' Whatever that means, lol. I reached over to lay my hand on Joe's thigh as we drove. He tilted his head and gave a little giggle along with that beautiful, shy smile. Joe turned his head to look out his window. At the same time he shifted his hips forward and spread his legs wider. He giggled again and looked back at me from the corners of his eyes. It was all I could do to keep from being hypnotized and driving off the road. At that point I knew we were good to go. We laughed together. We were having fun, and we were going to have more fun. I slowly slid my hand up his thigh into his crotch, grabbed his boy bulge, and gave it several firm squeezes. His cock responded. Joe's giggles became music to my ears. I held him all the way home driving one-handed until I finally released his junk to push the button on my garage remote. As the door closed, Joe and I got out of my car and I let us into the house. Finally the boy was here in my home. It was just the two of us with plenty of time for me to do anything and everything I ever wanted. I gave a silent prayers of thanks to Priapus, the god of sex, and planned how to take maximum enjoyment of my gift. However, Joe was still far more ahead of me than I realized. "I need to use the bathroom.", he said. I pointed. "Upstairs and second door on the left. Kinda the same layout as where you're living right now. A look passed between us. I did not dare hope to know its meaning, but I got hard. I visualized that very first encounter and how he looked. I probably waited no more than five minutes although that felt like an eternity. I walked into my living room and sat down in my comfy chair. I heard Joe walking back downstairs and looked up. The sight of him changed everything. He was carrying his shorts and tee shirt clad only in his tighty whities. He was tenting the briefs massively. Joe walked up and stood between my legs. I took the tee and shorts from his hand and tossed them on the floor. My hands trembled as I felt all over his smooth, firm flesh from neck to knees. Then I went for his goodies. I firmly squeezed his rod through the cotton. The feel of his taught, firm butt and full package was electric. He was my Adonis. This was my moment. It took some time for me to recover control of my breathing, but once I did I said, "I want to put you in different clothes and poses that please me. Are you willing to do that?" He nodded affirmatively. I had in mind a pair of small, flimsy running shorts in bright multicolors. I knew he would look fantastic wearing them without underwear. It was guaranteed no matter how he sat, stood, or however he moved, I would be able to check out his jewels and ass to my pleasure. Fuck this kid has a nice ass. Honestly, I had never had my dick in a boy's butt. Too intimidated I guess. On the other hand my tongue had tasted a few boy bungholes. I felt my winter soldier getting painfully harder and wondered if a boy fuck still might be checked off my bucket list. I asked Joe to wait where he was, then thought better of it and told him to walk back upstairs. This time I followed him, my eyes glued to his sweet bubble butt in the underwear. I directed him into my bedroom and over to the dresser. The shorts I wanted on Joe were in the bottom drawer. My eyes were glued to his ass as he bent over to open each drawer and find what I wanted. Joe held up the flimsy shorts. "That's the pair. I have some other funwear in that drawer for the next time you are here." He blushed and got a sly smile on his face. His eyes under his long lashes captivated me at that moment. Joe placed the shorts on the edge of the dresser. Then he walked across to the other side of the room, stopped, turned to face me, then removed his briefs. His cock snapped up against his belly with loud "thwap" as it pulled free of the waistband. I was now seeing my boy fully naked for the first time. I know my mouth opened. I think my tongue rolled out. His cock was around five inches, but looked bigger on his lean body. He was neatly circumsized and straight as an arrow. The color was pale pink from mushroom cap to his pubes. His balls hung freely in a hairless nutsac that complemented the dick nicely. He casually walked back to the dresser, held up the running shorts looking for the front and back, then slowly moved to put them on. I couldn't control my body as I moved to take the shorts out of Joe's hands. I think I shocked both of us, almost. Joe dropped his head shyly, and looked up at me through those lovely eyelashes. He kept his hands and arms at his sides. Whatever I wanted we both knew he would do. My brain could barely process that I actually saw my boy naked. I took a long look. Joe's face kept that same shy, little something smile. Dang I was hard as a monument. My eyes focused in on Joe's neat little pubes. They were thick enough to make it clear he was pubescent. However they weren't evenly grown. I got on my knees and took hold of his cock and balls, making an excuse to myself I was just holding them out of the way to take a closer look at his pubes. Then I realized no excuse was needed. I AM holding the cock and balls of a pubescent boy so I CAN take a closer look at his pubes! JACKPOT! Haha. I was really giddy with Joe here literally in my hands. Did I describe his pubes? The sandy brown color matched his eyebrows. The hairs were relatively thick to each side of his penis, too numerous to count, but covering small patches. They barely met forming a line in the middle with far less hairs. I realized how new these pubes were on Joe's body, and how strong his hormones must be flowing on a daily basis. I felt his cock pulse and his balls jump in my hands as I perved on his privates. I didn't want to make him cum right away. I felt my heart thumping with excitement, then reminded myself there was no hurry, thanks to Joe's clever plan for the day. I stood up and handed him back the running shorts. "Want me to put this on now or downstairs.., or anywhere else? Dang that beautiful smile! "Now." I loved the sight of his rampant boy meat as he changed. His rising cock rose right through the scant material like it was wearing a scarf. hehe. "Let's go back downstairs." I motioned for him to lead the way. Woah! He looked like a Christmas present in these shorts. What little material there was clung to every curve and protrusion of his goodies. I resumed my seat in the lounger. Joe was now standing before me as he had before, ready for me to do whatever I wanted or asked. "Put your hands on your head." Joe complied akwardly by placing his hands on either side of his head like he was trying to cover his ears against a loud sound. I laughed at his cute innocence. "Not like that." I stood up, and arranged his hands with interlocked fingers on the back of his head. Then I moved his elbows out to display his smooth armpits and taught muscles under the smooth skin. His chest and abs were nicely defined for such a young boy. I could not resist tracing my fingertips along the soft naked pits. Joe laughed and lost the position for a minute. "That tickles." He laughed again. I turned him in a slow circle to enjoy in every inch of his body. This was the moment I will remember for the rest of my life, unless I develop dementia. I suddenly realized that I had never fully seen or enjoyed Joe's exposed erogenous zones before the little show he just put on upstairs. As desireable as I found the boy, our sexual contact had only involved my sense of touch, and I so wanted to satisfy my other senses. Of course at this moment my sense of sight was fully engaged watching my hands fondle his privates front and rear. What enhanced this moment was the surprising pleasure of his scent stimulating my sense of smell. To what can I compare Joe's smell? Starting with the primary targets between his legs he smelled ripe. Once again I don't have exactly the right words for this other than to say the scent ripe equals the scents of health, jizz, and excitement all rolled up into one. Three of my five sense were drinking deeply. The thought of drink made me engage my sense of taste. However, before I could drink of Joe's nectar I had to seal my fantasy and ask the obvious question out loud just to hear him answer. "Do you still want me to suck your dick?" Joe looked at me, and the brightest crimson color flushed his face. In an instant he was clearly a pubescent boy, just horny enough, just street smart enough, and just desparate enough to give himself totally to me. However he didn't speak, but just shook his head yes. Gently I turned Joe's body towards me, and sniffed, then licked, then slowly swallowed his dick. It was delicious. In the back of my consciousness I checked off four out of my five senses being hyperstimulated. Joe nailed the fifth sense by exclaiming, "mmmMMMooOOOaAAA!!! FUUUCK!!!!!" Truly sounds to treasure. It was confirmation Joe loved all of this. My senses of touch and taste got bonus points when he firmly, but respectfully, grabbed my head with both hands and blasted his cumload into my mouth. Given his size, and my experience I easily caught the full load on my tongue. I used the sweet slime to lube his tool as I tightened my lips and tongue. I was going to teach him the exquisite pleasure and pain of a post-orgasmic bj. Joe proved himself an apt student, continuing to fuck my mouth insistently before progressing to spastically jerking his hips and whole body. He couldn't control himself in this state. I caught him as he lost his balance, thrilling to the feel of holding his nubile young body in my arms. I eased Joe onto the couch, and immediately resumed my oral worship of his smooth, full ballsac, and still erect, in fact throbbing, magic wand. I was just getting started...
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Mon, 29 Jul 2019 22:05:03 +0000 From: Qwik Loob <[email protected]> Subject: Bringing Home A Boy - part 2 Disclaimer: Unless you are brand new to Nifty you know how this works. This is a work of fiction portraying consensual sex between a man and a boy. No real or fictional characters were harmed during the writing of this story. Do not read this if you are philosophically blind. If you are legally blind be sure to turn up the volume on your reader (thanks Fred!). If you are in a country or jurisdiction where it is illegal to read such material do not tell anyone what you are doing. We know you are doing the same things we do. We won't tell either. If you are a minor, pretend you are in the same situation as the folks above and follow that advice. If this material offends you face the fact that you are here because it turns you on. After you get off, go seek professional help to deal with your feelings. (See the "blind" part above.) All constructive comments are welcome at [email protected]. All flames will be ignored. Please donate something, anything, to keep Nifty going, and thanks to everyone who contributes. Keep 'em up! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html So I've started telling you about Joe, the hot boy living in the group home where I volunteer. I've also told you about my lust for a boy I could have all to myself, and how Joe seems to be that boy. But I might be getting ahead of myself. Yes we connected, and for sure he well knows what I want. The fact he literally put himself in my hands proves that. Still it is one thing to hope to take a boy, another thing to try, and completely another thing to accomplish. After the delight of jacking him off, then smelling and tasting his jizz, I couldn't wait to return the next night. I did, but he didn't. I didn't see him come downstairs for dinner, neither did he come to the room where I sat watching tv. I seriously considered going upstairs to look for him in his room, but my inner voice said that would be a risky idea. Even though he was one of only five boys here, my presence in their bedroom areas would be noticed and noted. I did my short shift in disappointment. I wondered if Joe had thought about our play and decided it wasn't something he wanted to repeat. Yet, he seemed happy after. He even showed me his body again and thanked me. Damn I was confused. It was the third night before I saw him again. I was in the kitchen eating my dinner when Joe walked in. He came right over to give me a quick hug, and moved to get his dinner. I was surprised to see him, and suprised by the hug, so I didn't even have time to get out of my chair. I blurted out, "I've missed you." "I was on an overnight with a family. They have six kids already. I hated it. All I kept thinking about was you." Joe chatted on, but those last seven were the words that stuck in my mind. He kept thinking about me, and all I kept thinking about was him. I couldn't get enough of this boy. The beautiful sound of his voice, his green eyes, the smooth, clear, rosy skin, the fit shape of his body in that tee shirt, all combined to make Joe a work of art in my eyes. What if he does get adopted? I don't want anyone to keep this boy from me! Ok!!! Deep breaths. I need to calm down. One step at a time. If you really want something, search for it. You will recognize opportunity when you see it. Ok, so I need to stop eating so many fortune cookies too. All this internal mental dialogue didn't matter to my young friend. Joe talked about the family and other fosters he has known right through the rest of our meal. It was like we had dinner together every night. He could have been reading a dictionary and still I would have enjoyed it. I cleared our dishes into the sink, and worked up my nerves to pop the question. Sort of. "Um. I think... I mean, I am going to watch some tv. Um. Would you like to join me?" Joe nodded and that sweet voice answered, "Yeah." He got a little smile on his face, then he stood and left the kitchen to walk upstairs. I moved to the den, grabbed the remote and took my place on the sofa. It was only a few minutes while I channel surfed before Joe came into the room wrapped in his blanket. He immediately got onto the couch and laid his head in my lap, simultaneously pulling my arm under the blanket. My hand went right to his basket and grabbed his jock. He was already hard. I lightly rubbed his cloth covered cock, occasionally squeezing it firmly. All the while I was looking into his eyes. Joe was watching tv, but from time to time he looked up at me. I couldn't help but smile, and he smiled back. What an angel! We had to stop for a few minutes when another boy came downstairs and went into the kitchen. Fortunately he went back upstairs. I felt Joe pull my hand up to his smooth stomach for a second, before pushing it back down into the briefs he was now holding open. My fist closed tightly around his stiff penis. Damn he was hard as a rock! All he kept thinking about was me! I wasn't going to make him wait any longer for what we both wanted. My hand felt all around his sex, lifting those smooth balls and slipping my fingers through the leg openings to stroke a bit of his smooth inner thighs. Yet of course my hand kept returning to Joe's hardon. It didn't reallly take too many strokes before he looked up at me and said, "I'm ready." I cupped my palm over the head of his penis and felt the jets blasting into my hand. It felt like a nice cum. I slowly worked my hand free with Joe's help, and looked at the load I was holding. Even though I certainly dripped some precious pearljam pulling my hand out from under the blanket, there was still a huge load in my palm. I smiled at my boy and licked my hand clean. Joe watched me carefully the entire time. "What does it taste like?" I thought for a moment. "I can't exactly say. It is sweet, but tastes like nothing else. I don't know what to say besides thank you. You are delicious." He got a big smile hearing that. "If we were alone... I mean together, but just us.... like... will you... I mean... would you... suck it?" His face blushed, as I'm sure mine did as well. Thank you Universe. I was going to get this kid at a whole new level. So I said the only reasonable thing. "Yes". That was really all he needed to hear. He stood up, and favored me with a look at his body while he held the blanket open. He was still hard and his briefs were tented. Once again Joe wrapped himself up and went back to his room. My imagination kicked into overdrive trying to figure out how I could get him completely into my hands. My fortune cookie came through the following week when Marge asked me if I would be willing to take boys out for the day. There was going to be a meeting with the board of directors of the home, and she didn't want the boys around too long. I thought aloud. "Hmm ok, I have to find something for five boys to do." "Oh no." She countered. "Three of the boys are going to a basketball tournament with one of their sponsors, and the fourth is going to spend the day with his mentor. That just leaves Joe. He doesn't like to hang around the other boys, especially the younger ones. There's really nobody here his age, and he seems to respond much better to you than most volunteers, so I was hoping you could keep him entertained for the day while we meet." This was my Cinderella moment. My cock fitting perfectly into a glass slipper of boypussy. It was not easy containing my excitement. I settled for a honest, but conventional reply. "Well, if he's ok with it then, yeah, sure I could help for awhile." She didn't see, but inside me my lust was grinning like the Grinch Who Stole Christmas, haha! It was a Friday and I came by the home around eight in the morning. I figured the best shot I had to impress Joe and make him glad to be with me was the huge amusement park up the highway. I splurged for special access tickets that would get us in before the general public. I was hungry and hoped I might be able to take Joe out for breakfast before the park opened. I got a different kind of hunger when I saw him standing at the top of the stairs wearing those nylon basketball shorts that cling so nicely to his curves. As if that wasn't sexy enough, he also wore a tank top. His fit young body was shown brilliantly. I looked at his soft, smooth skin and couldn't wait for any excuse to touch him. We went along as planned. All throughout breakfast Joe talked about his favorite rides, all rollercoasters, water slides, or the like, anything that involved sudden drops or changes of direction, and what moves to make at just the right time to enjoy the effects of the ride. I didn't understand it at first, but I gradually realized how bright this boy was with his understanding of forces and motions. Why is that significant? Well first, because I love smart boys. They have great senses of humor. Equally important, I have read that smarter boys are also more open to same sex experiences. Gay, bi, or straight, they are comfortable exploring their bodies and what brings them pleasure. Joe welcomed and enjoyed my desire for his body. I was determined to be this boy's guide during his, no our exploration of his body Hehe. So we got to the amusement park and Joe had it all mapped out like Caesar conquering Gaul. He half walked, half ran ahead of me saying which ride we were going for, and talking excitedly as only young boys do. It was so cute and delightful. Since we came with the early pass there were no long lines. We rode in, on, or hung from any number of contraptions, yelling and screaming all the way. Often Joe had his hands way in the air, and I saw his hairless armpits. Sweet lord. Sometimes he would stop suddenly to retie a shoe as we ran about. Invariably I took the opportunity to check out his firm little butt. However, the best was the mega giant water slide. Riders went two at a time in a little rubber raft sloshing from side to side and spinning upside down as you traveled through huge plastic tubes. Being the bigger body I sat first in the back of the raft, then Joe sat between my legs. Just before we launched I felt him scoot his butt right back into my lap. The contact got me stimulated, then I felt the wierd mix of terror from the ride and joy at Joe's firm ass riding my junk through our wet shorts. I can't describe just how erotic it was. By the time we got to the end of the ride Joe's arms were raised in victory and he was screaming. I was hard as a rock and probably blushing. He jumped up and ran toward the exit flailing his arms like a mad man, which certainly deflected anyone's attention from me. I had the most brief moment to rearrange my stuff. Lol. What a kid. I went after my Speedy Gonzalez, who dared slow down long enough for us to eat at one of the food courts. As we plowed through our burgers and fries, Joe verbally recapped every ride we had taken. He laid out a park map on the table and marked off each ride we had taken with a dab of ketchup. We had been going non-stop for almost 3 hours, but had ridden every major ride at the park at least once. Joe looked at me and gave me a faint half smile. It was an increasingly familiar, cute look I was beginning to love. "We can go now." I looked and blinked like a dog when he's trying to figure out what you want. Joe read the puzzled look on my face. We were not expected back to the home for around another four or five hours. "We can have fun at your place too." Joe explained. Then he gave that smile again. It was the kind of smile that says both "I'm embarassed." and "I like this." A smile that was both coy and inviting. On the face of the boy looking at me, it was the smile of victory! Joe knew he just sealed the deal and conquered my heart, or at least my lust. I quickly finished off my food so we could leave. He continued chatting away as we left the park to get in my car and start the drive to my place. Along the way I kept glancing over at Joe's creamy smooth thighs. Considering that we basically had an unspoken agreement that I was going to touch this boy I figured it didn't hurt to test the premise early on. What is the saying? 'In for a penny. In for a pound.' Whatever that means, lol. I reached over to lay my hand on Joe's thigh as we drove. He tilted his head and gave a little giggle along with that beautiful, shy smile. Joe turned his head to look out his window. At the same time he shifted his hips forward and spread his legs wider. He giggled again and looked back at me from the corners of his eyes. It was all I could do to keep from being hypnotized and driving off the road. At that point I knew we were good to go. We laughed together. We were having fun, and we were going to have more fun. I slowly slid my hand up his thigh into his crotch, grabbed his boy bulge, and gave it several firm squeezes. His cock responded. Joe's giggles became music to my ears. I held him all the way home driving one-handed until I finally released his junk to push the button on my garage remote. As the door closed, Joe and I got out of my car and I let us into the house. Finally the boy was here in my home. It was just the two of us with plenty of time for me to do anything and everything I ever wanted. I gave a silent prayers of thanks to Priapus, the god of sex, and planned how to take maximum enjoyment of my gift. However, Joe was still far more ahead of me than I realized. "I need to use the bathroom.", he said. I pointed. "Upstairs and second door on the left. Kinda the same layout as where you're living right now. A look passed between us. I did not dare hope to know its meaning, but I got hard. I visualized that very first encounter and how he looked. I probably waited no more than five minutes although that felt like an eternity. I walked into my living room and sat down in my comfy chair. I heard Joe walking back downstairs and looked up. The sight of him changed everything. He was carrying his shorts and tee shirt clad only in his tighty whities. He was tenting the briefs massively. Joe walked up and stood between my legs. I took the tee and shorts from his hand and tossed them on the floor. My hands trembled as I felt all over his smooth, firm flesh from neck to knees. Then I went for his goodies. I firmly squeezed his rod through the cotton. The feel of his taught, firm butt and full package was electric. He was my Adonis. This was my moment. It took some time for me to recover control of my breathing, but once I did I said, "I want to put you in different clothes and poses that please me. Are you willing to do that?" He nodded affirmatively. I had in mind a pair of small, flimsy running shorts in bright multicolors. I knew he would look fantastic wearing them without underwear. It was guaranteed no matter how he sat, stood, or however he moved, I would be able to check out his jewels and ass to my pleasure. Fuck this kid has a nice ass. Honestly, I had never had my dick in a boy's butt. Too intimidated I guess. On the other hand my tongue had tasted a few boy bungholes. I felt my winter soldier getting painfully harder and wondered if a boy fuck still might be checked off my bucket list. I asked Joe to wait where he was, then thought better of it and told him to walk back upstairs. This time I followed him, my eyes glued to his sweet bubble butt in the underwear. I directed him into my bedroom and over to the dresser. The shorts I wanted on Joe were in the bottom drawer. My eyes were glued to his ass as he bent over to open each drawer and find what I wanted. Joe held up the flimsy shorts. "That's the pair. I have some other funwear in that drawer for the next time you are here." He blushed and got a sly smile on his face. His eyes under his long lashes captivated me at that moment. Joe placed the shorts on the edge of the dresser. Then he walked across to the other side of the room, stopped, turned to face me, then removed his briefs. His cock snapped up against his belly with loud "thwap" as it pulled free of the waistband. I was now seeing my boy fully naked for the first time. I know my mouth opened. I think my tongue rolled out. His cock was around five inches, but looked bigger on his lean body. He was neatly circumsized and straight as an arrow. The color was pale pink from mushroom cap to his pubes. His balls hung freely in a hairless nutsac that complemented the dick nicely. He casually walked back to the dresser, held up the running shorts looking for the front and back, then slowly moved to put them on. I couldn't control my body as I moved to take the shorts out of Joe's hands. I think I shocked both of us, almost. Joe dropped his head shyly, and looked up at me through those lovely eyelashes. He kept his hands and arms at his sides. Whatever I wanted we both knew he would do. My brain could barely process that I actually saw my boy naked. I took a long look. Joe's face kept that same shy, little something smile. Dang I was hard as a monument. My eyes focused in on Joe's neat little pubes. They were thick enough to make it clear he was pubescent. However they weren't evenly grown. I got on my knees and took hold of his cock and balls, making an excuse to myself I was just holding them out of the way to take a closer look at his pubes. Then I realized no excuse was needed. I AM holding the cock and balls of a pubescent boy so I CAN take a closer look at his pubes! JACKPOT! Haha. I was really giddy with Joe here literally in my hands. Did I describe his pubes? The sandy brown color matched his eyebrows. The hairs were relatively thick to each side of his penis, too numerous to count, but covering small patches. They barely met forming a line in the middle with far less hairs. I realized how new these pubes were on Joe's body, and how strong his hormones must be flowing on a daily basis. I felt his cock pulse and his balls jump in my hands as I perved on his privates. I didn't want to make him cum right away. I felt my heart thumping with excitement, then reminded myself there was no hurry, thanks to Joe's clever plan for the day. I stood up and handed him back the running shorts. "Want me to put this on now or downstairs.., or anywhere else? Dang that beautiful smile! "Now." I loved the sight of his rampant boy meat as he changed. His rising cock rose right through the scant material like it was wearing a scarf. hehe. "Let's go back downstairs." I motioned for him to lead the way. Woah! He looked like a Christmas present in these shorts. What little material there was clung to every curve and protrusion of his goodies. I resumed my seat in the lounger. Joe was now standing before me as he had before, ready for me to do whatever I wanted or asked. "Put your hands on your head." Joe complied akwardly by placing his hands on either side of his head like he was trying to cover his ears against a loud sound. I laughed at his cute innocence. "Not like that." I stood up, and arranged his hands with interlocked fingers on the back of his head. Then I moved his elbows out to display his smooth armpits and taught muscles under the smooth skin. His chest and abs were nicely defined for such a young boy. I could not resist tracing my fingertips along the soft naked pits. Joe laughed and lost the position for a minute. "That tickles." He laughed again. I turned him in a slow circle to enjoy in every inch of his body. This was the moment I will remember for the rest of my life, unless I develop dementia. I suddenly realized that I had never fully seen or enjoyed Joe's exposed erogenous zones before the little show he just put on upstairs. As desireable as I found the boy, our sexual contact had only involved my sense of touch, and I so wanted to satisfy my other senses. Of course at this moment my sense of sight was fully engaged watching my hands fondle his privates front and rear. What enhanced this moment was the surprising pleasure of his scent stimulating my sense of smell. To what can I compare Joe's smell? Starting with the primary targets between his legs he smelled ripe. Once again I don't have exactly the right words for this other than to say the scent ripe equals the scents of health, jizz, and excitement all rolled up into one. Three of my five sense were drinking deeply. The thought of drink made me engage my sense of taste. However, before I could drink of Joe's nectar I had to seal my fantasy and ask the obvious question out loud just to hear him answer. "Do you still want me to suck your dick?" Joe looked at me, and the brightest crimson color flushed his face. In an instant he was clearly a pubescent boy, just horny enough, just street smart enough, and just desparate enough to give himself totally to me. However he didn't speak, but just shook his head yes. Gently I turned Joe's body towards me, and sniffed, then licked, then slowly swallowed his dick. It was delicious. In the back of my consciousness I checked off four out of my five senses being hyperstimulated. Joe nailed the fifth sense by exclaiming, "mmmMMMooOOOaAAA!!! FUUUCK!!!!!" Truly sounds to treasure. It was confirmation Joe loved all of this. My senses of touch and taste got bonus points when he firmly, but respectfully, grabbed my head with both hands and blasted his cumload into my mouth. Given his size, and my experience I easily caught the full load on my tongue. I used the sweet slime to lube his tool as I tightened my lips and tongue. I was going to teach him the exquisite pleasure and pain of a post-orgasmic bj. Joe proved himself an apt student, continuing to fuck my mouth insistently before progressing to spastically jerking his hips and whole body. He couldn't control himself in this state. I caught him as he lost his balance, thrilling to the feel of holding his nubile young body in my arms. I eased Joe onto the couch, and immediately resumed my oral worship of his smooth, full ballsac, and still erect, in fact throbbing, magic wand. I was just getting started... </[email protected]> </div></div>
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Date: Fri, 21 Jun 2019 03:40:09 +0000 (UTC) From: Toni Daring Subject: Bringing up Brendan, Part 1 (Revised) Bringing Up Brendan, Part 1 Toni Daring This is a work of fiction, and in no way endorses the conduct of the characters it portrays. Your feedback and suggestions are welcome. [email protected] I like to think I am a good parent. Certainly, since my wife passed away, it has been challenging. But part of what was able to get me through the tragedy was looking after my step-son, Brendan. Now, I know full well that at a certain age, teen boys need their privacy but, as I know full well from my job in information security, the Internet can be a dangerous place for a curious boy. So when Brendan asked for a webcam for his 15th birthday, I was a little wary. Privacy notwithstanding, I knew I had to snoop. Brendan has always been careless with passwords - he always uses the same one, "anakin9", ever since he first saw "The Phantom Menace" when he was nine himself, and setting up his first Internet accounts (under my supervision) on kid's game sites such. So it was no work at all to get on his laptop while he was at school, and from there, the same password made sure his logged chats and search histories were wide open. I guess I wasn't entirely surprised at what I found. Obviously, he had been looking at porn. That it was porn of men doing things together was also only about what I guessed it would be. I mean, even as his step-dad, I had a pretty good inkling, and the evidence on his laptop only confirmed it. But what really caught my interest was finding among the more recent searches sites like "Twink Boys On Cam Live" and "Amateur Teen Jack-Off Stars" and "Buttslut Boys Take Monster Dildoes". Once I found the email order invoice showing me how much of his lawn-mowing savings he had spent on a recent order of anal toys It was pretty clear what he wanted the webcam for. I noticed that the order was in my name - as he held his debit card from a joint account on which I was adult cosigner - and some items were out of stock, but if substitute items would be acceptable, the order was ready to ship. So of course, I knew I had to take steps, for his own good. First, I clicked through to the adult toy site Brendan had placed his order with, and looked at his cart. Two dildoes, each modestly thick six-inch "trainers", one with naughty little bumps on the underside to tease the prostate, were back-ordered in that size. There were other sizes available, but smaller or much larger. I smiled to myself, and upsized both pieces to a thicker diameter, a nine and a half-inch and eleven-inch length, respectively. I chose baby-blue for one, and silky black for the other, upgrading the blue toy to a vibrating model, added three bottles of poppers and one of bubblegum-flavored lube, and confirmed the order, ticking the box for delivery notification by phone, giving my mobile number. Then, I set up a little program that would run invisibly in the background on his laptop, copying emails sent and received, logging instant messages, and keeping webcam recordings. Once a day, these would be sent to my own hard drive downstairs, where I would be able to retrieve them. That didn't take me too long - I had lots of bits of code like that to work from, as I usually created systems to prevent that sort of thing for work. Next, I researched the reviews of the current crop of webcams and supporting software, making sure to select one vulnerable to the spyware I had on Brendan's machine, but that would otherwise work well, with high res imaging and a good track record for durability, eventually settling on a Taiwanese knock-off of a popular model, with just the security flaws I was looking for. I ordered it right then, to be shipped to me at work (not unusual, as I frequently ordered hardware for stress-testing), making sure it would arrive by Brendan's 15th birthday. Phase Two of my plan would take longer to set up, but I had some notions of where to begin. The first would have to wait until my next visit to the gym, but the more long-range end I could get a start on now, looking up local private schools for one with just the right bent. It didn't take too long to find a few that looked promising, and then I hit the jackpot. Gordon-Magnus Academy for Boys had all the right buzz-words: "free expression", "peer leadership", "problem students" and "rigorous athletics". I recalled having seen the name in the papers, and did a quick web search to refresh my memory. There it was - some 2 years back there had been a serious hazing scandal involving a coach and older students with an openly gay freshman boy. But it turned out that the headmaster was a friend of the state Attorney General and the matter had been settled out of court for an undisclosed monetary settlement. Interestingly, it seems that not only did the student remain enrolled, but the coach was still on the faculty. Next visit was to the school's website. I bookmarked the admissions application page, taking note of provisions made for last minute enrollment - Gordon-Magnus took students other schools wouldn't, so they were willing to be flexible. I didn't want Brendan to interview there until I'd gotten him ready for it, but I didn't anticipate any difficulty. For the main part of my plan, I knew that I'd need a special kind of help, and I thought I knew where I could get it. I belonged to a health club not far from where I worked downtown, on the edge of the business district. Not entirely by chance, the neighborhood on just the other side was a formerly run-down neighborhood that had attracted investors eager to restore it's low-cost real-estate, much of which had gone up in the 1920s in a high Art-Deco style. It had swiftly become something of a gay ghetto. And that's how Jace happened to live near my gym. Now, I have known plenty of gay guys who are plain, ordinary Joes with none of the mincing, queeny mannerisms that are stereotypical, who dress reasonably, rather than for vulgar, suggestive display, but Jace wasn't one of them. Jace was a nelly and sassy and brash little muscle-queen with something of a reputation for haunting the steam room and lockers, and even the public toilets in the park. And although he was the only regular at my club, he had a seemingly endless, rotating roster of similar friends who he'd bring in on his memership to work out with him from time to time. That was the crowd I needed for what I had in mind. I found Jace loitering around the showers as usual. He was, thankfully, clothed - as far as that ever counted with Jace: a pair of skimpy. super-low rise shorts of some fabric so sheer his jockstrap was visible beneah it, and a thin, faded, tattered tee-shirt, cropped to show off his heavy nipple-rings (and, to be fair, stellar pecs and abs). I smiled, greeted him and asked if he could maybe help with something. "Why, sure, sexy!" he said in his affected, queeny drawl. "What is it you need? Got a big, stiff muscle that needs a good rub-down, maybe?" He looked me over hopefully, idly rubbling the bulge in his shorts. "No, sorry," I said quickly. "Flattered, but no. It's my kid, my teenage stepson. You see, I found out he is gay, and it's him I need help with." "Ooh! I bet he's cute! Do you have any pictures?" Jace got over his initial disappointment as of my turn-down as soon as he heard what I wanted. "Um, yeah... one sec." I unlocked my locker, took out my phone, and handed it to Jace showing the photo I had chosen, expecting to be asked just this. "That's him - that's Brendy." Actually, he had gone by Brendan since he was twelve and decided that "Brendy" sounded too girly, like Wendy. But I thought if he's going to be the kind of gay kid that plays with dildoes on internet porn sites, he should sound the part. And look the part, and not get any ideas that he was good enough to tease men on camera, but too good to put out in person. That's what Jace and his friends would help with, and why I'd picked the photo I showed Jace now. It showed Brendan at the pool in a wet swimsuit, lying on a towel, looking up through a fall of curly, light brown hair with a slightly dopey grin, the pink tip of his tongue just peeking over his full lower lip. His white swimsuit hugged his backside snugly, transparently cupped each rosy-tan cheek, and showed just an accidental inch or two of his crack as well. It was a photo that had embarassed Brendan deeply, and he had refused to let me put in our album. Jace, of course, loved it. "Ooh! He is a little hottie! Just look at him work that ass! I bet you he's just total butt-slut boy-bottom trash! I can always tell!" He was delighted. "Well, Jace, I think he very well might be, and I thought if he were, Brendy might need a more ...experienced adult he could talk to. Someone who is gay himself, and can introduce him to other gay friends - to the community - and give him some support and affection through the high school years. I know it's a lot to ask..." "Oh, honey, I hear you!" Jace was endearingly sympathetic. "High school isn't as bad as middle school if you're out, but it can be rough. How can little old Jasie help?" "Well, I want him to be confident in his sexuality. I don't think it's anything to be ashamed of, and I think you would set a very good example in that regard." "Oh, honey, you ain't telling no lies! That is the truth! Miss Jacie doesn't take any shit! You really want me to help?" He flattered, and eager. "I'd be more grateful than I can say. Obviously, Brendan is too young for gay bars, but I thought maybe you and your crowd had a daytime place you met up sometimes? After curfew, especially on school nights, it would have to be somewhere private, of course. But I was thinking of getting him out in public, in the daytime, to start." I already knew that they had something of the sort - they were locally notorious for it. "Ooh! I know just the thing! Every Saturday and Sunday, a bunch of us meet for brunch at the 9th Street Diner, to gossip and tell tales about who had the best Friday and Saturday nights. And after we eat, the ones who aren't too hung over for daylight go down to the park to watch the college boys play frisbee, all shirtless and oiled up with suntan lotion. Or if they aren't there, there's the Latin boys playing basketball, instead. Discreetly, of course! From a distance, girlfriend. We do not need that hassle on a Sunday." The notion of Jace being discreet was a novel one, but I let it pass. "I don't mind what you all talk about - in fact, the more frank and honest, the better. I want Brendy to know all the facts," I said as seriously as I could. "And of course, I don't expect him to want it to stop at just talk. I don't mind if he experiments," I explained, "in fact, I think it would build his self-esteem. But he's only about to turn fifteen so, except for you, and friends you think will take good care of him in bed, it's hands-off until he's of legal age." "Ooh, honey, of course!" Jace ran a fingertip over the photo he still held, tracing the shadow of the cleft of my gay step-son's ass. "No, no - don't you worry! Jacie will keep even the nastiest hawks in line, you will see! But believe it, if he's even half the cum-hungry little cock-slut I'm betting he is, once he's sixteen, watch out! Just as soon as he gets a chance, he'll be on his hands and knees in a gas station john with one cock in his mouth and one up that cute little ass and a line of big, hairy, horny and hung truckers blocking the urinals waiting their turn!" I knew that sixteen was age of legal consent in our state, and wasn't surprised that Jace did, as well. And I also knew that with the kind of attention he'd be likely to get, there wouldn't be any point in trying to prevent him from acting on it, if he chose to. "Once he's of age, that's up to him, of course," I agreed. "But in the meantime, just to be sure he's ready for all that, maybe you can also help him with what to wear, a cool haircut, the current slang - you'd know better than I do - how he can present, so he's never embarassed by having anyone ever think he might be straight." "Ooh, you can just bet that I can! And how to show off every inch of that foxy little boy-bod, too! You just leave it with Miss Jacie, and no one will ever have to think twice about what your sexy little boyslut wants or just where that cock-hungry teenage cum-dump needs it! Mm-hmm!" He was still staring at the picture, and I could see he was hard in his shorts. "That sounds perfect, Jace, thank you. Can I get your number, so we can set things up for Sunday? I'll send you the picture." He seemed reluctant to hand my phone back, until I offered. "I'm sure Brendy can't wait to meet you." At lunch the next day, I received a notice that my web order had been upgraded to next-day delivery in apology for having to change my order. I checked the box to receive product suggestions by phone, entering Brendan's number. Then, I called the office and told them I was taking the rest of the afternoon off, and got home in time to intercept the parcel shipped in my name and opened it on the coffee table. As soon as he got home from school, it would be time to have a very serious talk with Brendan.
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Fri, 21 Jun 2019 03:40:09 +0000 (UTC) From: Toni Daring <[email protected]> Subject: Bringing up Brendan, Part 1 (Revised) Bringing Up Brendan, Part 1 Toni Daring This is a work of fiction, and in no way endorses the conduct of the characters it portrays. Your feedback and suggestions are welcome. [email protected] I like to think I am a good parent. Certainly, since my wife passed away, it has been challenging. But part of what was able to get me through the tragedy was looking after my step-son, Brendan. Now, I know full well that at a certain age, teen boys need their privacy but, as I know full well from my job in information security, the Internet can be a dangerous place for a curious boy. So when Brendan asked for a webcam for his 15th birthday, I was a little wary. Privacy notwithstanding, I knew I had to snoop. Brendan has always been careless with passwords - he always uses the same one, "anakin9", ever since he first saw "The Phantom Menace" when he was nine himself, and setting up his first Internet accounts (under my supervision) on kid's game sites such. So it was no work at all to get on his laptop while he was at school, and from there, the same password made sure his logged chats and search histories were wide open. I guess I wasn't entirely surprised at what I found. Obviously, he had been looking at porn. That it was porn of men doing things together was also only about what I guessed it would be. I mean, even as his step-dad, I had a pretty good inkling, and the evidence on his laptop only confirmed it. But what really caught my interest was finding among the more recent searches sites like "Twink Boys On Cam Live" and "Amateur Teen Jack-Off Stars" and "Buttslut Boys Take Monster Dildoes". Once I found the email order invoice showing me how much of his lawn-mowing savings he had spent on a recent order of anal toys It was pretty clear what he wanted the webcam for. I noticed that the order was in my name - as he held his debit card from a joint account on which I was adult cosigner - and some items were out of stock, but if substitute items would be acceptable, the order was ready to ship. So of course, I knew I had to take steps, for his own good. First, I clicked through to the adult toy site Brendan had placed his order with, and looked at his cart. Two dildoes, each modestly thick six-inch "trainers", one with naughty little bumps on the underside to tease the prostate, were back-ordered in that size. There were other sizes available, but smaller or much larger. I smiled to myself, and upsized both pieces to a thicker diameter, a nine and a half-inch and eleven-inch length, respectively. I chose baby-blue for one, and silky black for the other, upgrading the blue toy to a vibrating model, added three bottles of poppers and one of bubblegum-flavored lube, and confirmed the order, ticking the box for delivery notification by phone, giving my mobile number. Then, I set up a little program that would run invisibly in the background on his laptop, copying emails sent and received, logging instant messages, and keeping webcam recordings. Once a day, these would be sent to my own hard drive downstairs, where I would be able to retrieve them. That didn't take me too long - I had lots of bits of code like that to work from, as I usually created systems to prevent that sort of thing for work. Next, I researched the reviews of the current crop of webcams and supporting software, making sure to select one vulnerable to the spyware I had on Brendan's machine, but that would otherwise work well, with high res imaging and a good track record for durability, eventually settling on a Taiwanese knock-off of a popular model, with just the security flaws I was looking for. I ordered it right then, to be shipped to me at work (not unusual, as I frequently ordered hardware for stress-testing), making sure it would arrive by Brendan's 15th birthday. Phase Two of my plan would take longer to set up, but I had some notions of where to begin. The first would have to wait until my next visit to the gym, but the more long-range end I could get a start on now, looking up local private schools for one with just the right bent. It didn't take too long to find a few that looked promising, and then I hit the jackpot. Gordon-Magnus Academy for Boys had all the right buzz-words: "free expression", "peer leadership", "problem students" and "rigorous athletics". I recalled having seen the name in the papers, and did a quick web search to refresh my memory. There it was - some 2 years back there had been a serious hazing scandal involving a coach and older students with an openly gay freshman boy. But it turned out that the headmaster was a friend of the state Attorney General and the matter had been settled out of court for an undisclosed monetary settlement. Interestingly, it seems that not only did the student remain enrolled, but the coach was still on the faculty. Next visit was to the school's website. I bookmarked the admissions application page, taking note of provisions made for last minute enrollment - Gordon-Magnus took students other schools wouldn't, so they were willing to be flexible. I didn't want Brendan to interview there until I'd gotten him ready for it, but I didn't anticipate any difficulty. For the main part of my plan, I knew that I'd need a special kind of help, and I thought I knew where I could get it. I belonged to a health club not far from where I worked downtown, on the edge of the business district. Not entirely by chance, the neighborhood on just the other side was a formerly run-down neighborhood that had attracted investors eager to restore it's low-cost real-estate, much of which had gone up in the 1920s in a high Art-Deco style. It had swiftly become something of a gay ghetto. And that's how Jace happened to live near my gym. Now, I have known plenty of gay guys who are plain, ordinary Joes with none of the mincing, queeny mannerisms that are stereotypical, who dress reasonably, rather than for vulgar, suggestive display, but Jace wasn't one of them. Jace was a nelly and sassy and brash little muscle-queen with something of a reputation for haunting the steam room and lockers, and even the public toilets in the park. And although he was the only regular at my club, he had a seemingly endless, rotating roster of similar friends who he'd bring in on his memership to work out with him from time to time. That was the crowd I needed for what I had in mind. I found Jace loitering around the showers as usual. He was, thankfully, clothed - as far as that ever counted with Jace: a pair of skimpy. super-low rise shorts of some fabric so sheer his jockstrap was visible beneah it, and a thin, faded, tattered tee-shirt, cropped to show off his heavy nipple-rings (and, to be fair, stellar pecs and abs). I smiled, greeted him and asked if he could maybe help with something. "Why, sure, sexy!" he said in his affected, queeny drawl. "What is it you need? Got a big, stiff muscle that needs a good rub-down, maybe?" He looked me over hopefully, idly rubbling the bulge in his shorts. "No, sorry," I said quickly. "Flattered, but no. It's my kid, my teenage stepson. You see, I found out he is gay, and it's him I need help with." "Ooh! I bet he's cute! Do you have any pictures?" Jace got over his initial disappointment as of my turn-down as soon as he heard what I wanted. "Um, yeah... one sec." I unlocked my locker, took out my phone, and handed it to Jace showing the photo I had chosen, expecting to be asked just this. "That's him - that's Brendy." Actually, he had gone by Brendan since he was twelve and decided that "Brendy" sounded too girly, like Wendy. But I thought if he's going to be the kind of gay kid that plays with dildoes on internet porn sites, he should sound the part. And look the part, and not get any ideas that he was good enough to tease men on camera, but too good to put out in person. That's what Jace and his friends would help with, and why I'd picked the photo I showed Jace now. It showed Brendan at the pool in a wet swimsuit, lying on a towel, looking up through a fall of curly, light brown hair with a slightly dopey grin, the pink tip of his tongue just peeking over his full lower lip. His white swimsuit hugged his backside snugly, transparently cupped each rosy-tan cheek, and showed just an accidental inch or two of his crack as well. It was a photo that had embarassed Brendan deeply, and he had refused to let me put in our album. Jace, of course, loved it. "Ooh! He is a little hottie! Just look at him work that ass! I bet you he's just total butt-slut boy-bottom trash! I can always tell!" He was delighted. "Well, Jace, I think he very well might be, and I thought if he were, Brendy might need a more ...experienced adult he could talk to. Someone who is gay himself, and can introduce him to other gay friends - to the community - and give him some support and affection through the high school years. I know it's a lot to ask..." "Oh, honey, I hear you!" Jace was endearingly sympathetic. "High school isn't as bad as middle school if you're out, but it can be rough. How can little old Jasie help?" "Well, I want him to be confident in his sexuality. I don't think it's anything to be ashamed of, and I think you would set a very good example in that regard." "Oh, honey, you ain't telling no lies! That is the truth! Miss Jacie doesn't take any shit! You really want me to help?" He flattered, and eager. "I'd be more grateful than I can say. Obviously, Brendan is too young for gay bars, but I thought maybe you and your crowd had a daytime place you met up sometimes? After curfew, especially on school nights, it would have to be somewhere private, of course. But I was thinking of getting him out in public, in the daytime, to start." I already knew that they had something of the sort - they were locally notorious for it. "Ooh! I know just the thing! Every Saturday and Sunday, a bunch of us meet for brunch at the 9th Street Diner, to gossip and tell tales about who had the best Friday and Saturday nights. And after we eat, the ones who aren't too hung over for daylight go down to the park to watch the college boys play frisbee, all shirtless and oiled up with suntan lotion. Or if they aren't there, there's the Latin boys playing basketball, instead. Discreetly, of course! From a distance, girlfriend. We do not need that hassle on a Sunday." The notion of Jace being discreet was a novel one, but I let it pass. "I don't mind what you all talk about - in fact, the more frank and honest, the better. I want Brendy to know all the facts," I said as seriously as I could. "And of course, I don't expect him to want it to stop at just talk. I don't mind if he experiments," I explained, "in fact, I think it would build his self-esteem. But he's only about to turn fifteen so, except for you, and friends you think will take good care of him in bed, it's hands-off until he's of legal age." "Ooh, honey, of course!" Jace ran a fingertip over the photo he still held, tracing the shadow of the cleft of my gay step-son's ass. "No, no - don't you worry! Jacie will keep even the nastiest hawks in line, you will see! But believe it, if he's even half the cum-hungry little cock-slut I'm betting he is, once he's sixteen, watch out! Just as soon as he gets a chance, he'll be on his hands and knees in a gas station john with one cock in his mouth and one up that cute little ass and a line of big, hairy, horny and hung truckers blocking the urinals waiting their turn!" I knew that sixteen was age of legal consent in our state, and wasn't surprised that Jace did, as well. And I also knew that with the kind of attention he'd be likely to get, there wouldn't be any point in trying to prevent him from acting on it, if he chose to. "Once he's of age, that's up to him, of course," I agreed. "But in the meantime, just to be sure he's ready for all that, maybe you can also help him with what to wear, a cool haircut, the current slang - you'd know better than I do - how he can present, so he's never embarassed by having anyone ever think he might be straight." "Ooh, you can just bet that I can! And how to show off every inch of that foxy little boy-bod, too! You just leave it with Miss Jacie, and no one will ever have to think twice about what your sexy little boyslut wants or just where that cock-hungry teenage cum-dump needs it! Mm-hmm!" He was still staring at the picture, and I could see he was hard in his shorts. "That sounds perfect, Jace, thank you. Can I get your number, so we can set things up for Sunday? I'll send you the picture." He seemed reluctant to hand my phone back, until I offered. "I'm sure Brendy can't wait to meet you." At lunch the next day, I received a notice that my web order had been upgraded to next-day delivery in apology for having to change my order. I checked the box to receive product suggestions by phone, entering Brendan's number. Then, I called the office and told them I was taking the rest of the afternoon off, and got home in time to intercept the parcel shipped in my name and opened it on the coffee table. As soon as he got home from school, it would be time to have a very serious talk with Brendan. </[email protected]> </div></div>
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Date: Mon, 23 Dec 2019 17:50:36 +0000 (UTC) From: [email protected] Subject: Spidey Sex (Part 13) This is a fictional story about the cartoon from the 60's "Spiderman" I was young back when this was on tv. I remembered how the cartoon character had a slight bulge. And that some of his foes did too. it was one of those "Gay" moments in my life is all Well this is a tale of Spidey and some of his nemesis from the cartoon. Enjoy......................... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Spidey Sex (Part 13) the final chapter. ... Jamison closed the door to Peter's room. Even though aunt may was gone, he still found the need to do so. Some sort of hope of privacy to what he was about to do to Peter. Peter looked at the man and he pushed him to the bed. Then he started to take his clothes off for the young man. Telling him to do the same. "Get yer clothes off Parker" he ordered "Daddy wants you naked" "Cuz I'm gonna plow you like crazy" Peter stared up at the man and he pulled himself out of his shirt. The big broad manly chest now on view. Big muscular and hairy. He felt his loins itch at the sight of it. He looked down at the mans pants. There he saw the rube that was running down the pant leg. It was that big mans dick. That dick he had sucked and both himself and Spiderman. And now he was gonna get fucked by it. It turned him in so that he started to tear off clothes. And Peter dropped to the bed as Jamison was undoing his belt on his slacks. Hanging himself off the edge of the bed. Offering up his ass for that big glorious cock on his boss. "Fuck me sir" he cooed "Gimme that big fucking dick" "Oh I plan on it boy" "But first. Turn around and suck on this" He pulled out his big cock and waved it at Peter. Letting him see the dick he was going to get. So Peter obliged and dropped off the bed and to the floor. He looked up at the big cock that the man was giving him. It looked so damned delicious too. Yes he had seen this cock before. But seeing it again it was like the first time.the thing was indeed a big dick. But it was stunningly beautiful to him. A big thick meat salami. "Fuck. So damned big" he stated "Just get to your job boy" his boss growled "Jet this thing rock hard for the plowing I am gonna lay on that sweet hole" So Peter reached for the big dick and wrapped his fingers around the heavy shaft. Feeling the warmth and weight of Jamison's big dick. In his head he shouted another hardy 'Wow' at the sight of the mans awesome cock. Then Peter leaned in and pressed his lips and nose to the big dick. He inhaled the strong scent if the mans body sweat. Sighing in delight from it. "Smells great daddy" he huffed "Such an awesome cock sir" "Just suck it Parker" the man ordered So Peter did as he was too. He opened him mouth and sucked on his bosses big dick. Slurping down the mans big shaft. Moving his hungry mouth down as much dick as he could. Lovingly sucking on Jamison's big dick. Jamison felt the guys mouth as I slid down his cock. Like a warm wet glove sloping down it. Nice and snug on his dick. And Peter sucked on him like it was the last dick on earth. Slobbering over the fat head and down many inches of cock shaft "Damn boy. Gotten good at this already" the man said "Been practicing on other cock?" "Well that good for me" He started to feed Peter dick now. Slipping his cock in deeper with and added push of his own body. Peter could feel the cock as it inched into his throat. Cutting off air. But he was so hungry for Jamison that he didn't care about gagging. And he did gag. But all there was was him and his hung boss. Him worshipping the mans huge dick. No longer the biggest cock he had taken. But definitely his favorite. "More" he hummed "More boss" Jamison moaned at the young guy sucked and licked on his big dick. It was one of the best blows he had received in some time. But he was here to take Parker's ass. Its what he has been wanting. To slam this kids needy hole. To fuck it like he knew Peter wanted. And a fresh new hole for him. "Get up Parker" he the said. "Want at that boy hole" Peter did as he commanded. He got up and then dropped his pants. Then he leaned over his bed. Offering up what Jamison wanted. Jamison smiled as he looked at the kids hole. "Looks like this pussy has been fucked lately" he stated. "A bit swollen" "Just riding dildos man" Peter said "Big fucking dildos" Jamison said back "So should be easy fuck" Then Jamison pushed Peter down to the bed. He then crawled up in him. He lubed up the sloppy hole with spit and then pulled his big dick up to Peter's ass. Aiming right for the kids hole. He rubbed the meaty cock head to the hole a bit before lunging forward to take it. "Ughnn!" Both men chirped "Damn that's nice" Jamison grunted "Feels soo nice and slimy in there" And with that the man began to fuck Peter. Giving him the big cock that Peter so wanted. He paused as he held himself behind the boy. Then he pulled off his shirt. Peter looked back at the mans big full and hairy body. It was stunning to say the least. He rea jed back to feel at Jamison as the mans hips started up again. Slamming deep into Peter. And it was good. It was a wonderful Fuck. "Ughn, ughn, fuckk!" Peter blurted "Give it to me sir. Gimme that big dick" "Ohh God. Yess!" "Fuckk mee!" Jamison then climbed onto Peter. Lowering his hot and hairy chest to the small guy under him. His face was now above Peter's head. And he began to grunt harder as he picked up the pace of the ass fucking he was giving Peter. He ground his body to Peter as he dug into his ass balls deep. That big cock reaching down into Peter's guts and finding his button. Raking the cock head over the sensitive spot. Peter lunged at the bed. His dick already hard too from the slamming he was getting. So he groaned under the man as he plowed into those guts again and again and again. "Ohh God yess daddy!" He cried "Gimme all you have sir." "All of it. Pl- please!" Jamison did accelerate as the moans from Peter under him excited him all the more. His full body was now pressed to Peter's back. And he was grinding and pumping dick at a breakneck speed. "Awee Fuck. Fucking pussy, fucking pussy!" He shouted. "Daddys ginna fill you up Parker" "Fill up that gay boys ass good" "Hmmmf fuckk!" Then the man soon tensed up as his orgasm said hello. The Jamison gunned his dick I to the guys depths. Grunting and panting as he exploded. He was giving Peter a good hard breeding. Peter felt as the bug dick expanded and contracted as he came. As he pumped his seed into his butt hole. "Hmm. Awe fuckk me daddy. Yess" he moaned "Gimme tour baby stud" "Impregnate my boy hole daddy" Jamison continued to huff and puff behind Peter until he was done blowing his nut. Filling up Peter to overflow with cum. Then he just slumped into Peter's back. His whole weight on Peter. Peter loved the feel of the mans spectacular body on him. All that muscle and fur. It was sheer heaven. A heaven he would be experiencing from now on. Then the man that was his boss pulled out of him. Peter looked at the mans stunning physique. It was his to worship now. Jamison grabbed his shirt and pulled it back on. Soon hiding that body again. "Get up and get back to work" Jamison growled.... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The END Thanks for reading and following And do do ate to nifty. Org
<div id="readability-content"><div id="readability-page-1" class="page"> Date: Mon, 23 Dec 2019 17:50:36 +0000 (UTC) From: [email protected] Subject: Spidey Sex (Part 13) This is a fictional story about the cartoon from the 60's "Spiderman" I was young back when this was on tv. I remembered how the cartoon character had a slight bulge. And that some of his foes did too. it was one of those "Gay" moments in my life is all Well this is a tale of Spidey and some of his nemesis from the cartoon. Enjoy......................... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Spidey Sex (Part 13) the final chapter. ... Jamison closed the door to Peter's room. Even though aunt may was gone, he still found the need to do so. Some sort of hope of privacy to what he was about to do to Peter. Peter looked at the man and he pushed him to the bed. Then he started to take his clothes off for the young man. Telling him to do the same. "Get yer clothes off Parker" he ordered "Daddy wants you naked" "Cuz I'm gonna plow you like crazy" Peter stared up at the man and he pulled himself out of his shirt. The big broad manly chest now on view. Big muscular and hairy. He felt his loins itch at the sight of it. He looked down at the mans pants. There he saw the rube that was running down the pant leg. It was that big mans dick. That dick he had sucked and both himself and Spiderman. And now he was gonna get fucked by it. It turned him in so that he started to tear off clothes. And Peter dropped to the bed as Jamison was undoing his belt on his slacks. Hanging himself off the edge of the bed. Offering up his ass for that big glorious cock on his boss. "Fuck me sir" he cooed "Gimme that big fucking dick" "Oh I plan on it boy" "But first. Turn around and suck on this" He pulled out his big cock and waved it at Peter. Letting him see the dick he was going to get. So Peter obliged and dropped off the bed and to the floor. He looked up at the big cock that the man was giving him. It looked so damned delicious too. Yes he had seen this cock before. But seeing it again it was like the first time.the thing was indeed a big dick. But it was stunningly beautiful to him. A big thick meat salami. "Fuck. So damned big" he stated "Just get to your job boy" his boss growled "Jet this thing rock hard for the plowing I am gonna lay on that sweet hole" So Peter reached for the big dick and wrapped his fingers around the heavy shaft. Feeling the warmth and weight of Jamison's big dick. In his head he shouted another hardy 'Wow' at the sight of the mans awesome cock. Then Peter leaned in and pressed his lips and nose to the big dick. He inhaled the strong scent if the mans body sweat. Sighing in delight from it. "Smells great daddy" he huffed "Such an awesome cock sir" "Just suck it Parker" the man ordered So Peter did as he was too. He opened him mouth and sucked on his bosses big dick. Slurping down the mans big shaft. Moving his hungry mouth down as much dick as he could. Lovingly sucking on Jamison's big dick. Jamison felt the guys mouth as I slid down his cock. Like a warm wet glove sloping down it. Nice and snug on his dick. And Peter sucked on him like it was the last dick on earth. Slobbering over the fat head and down many inches of cock shaft "Damn boy. Gotten good at this already" the man said "Been practicing on other cock?" "Well that good for me" He started to feed Peter dick now. Slipping his cock in deeper with and added push of his own body. Peter could feel the cock as it inched into his throat. Cutting off air. But he was so hungry for Jamison that he didn't care about gagging. And he did gag. But all there was was him and his hung boss. Him worshipping the mans huge dick. No longer the biggest cock he had taken. But definitely his favorite. "More" he hummed "More boss" Jamison moaned at the young guy sucked and licked on his big dick. It was one of the best blows he had received in some time. But he was here to take Parker's ass. Its what he has been wanting. To slam this kids needy hole. To fuck it like he knew Peter wanted. And a fresh new hole for him. "Get up Parker" he the said. "Want at that boy hole" Peter did as he commanded. He got up and then dropped his pants. Then he leaned over his bed. Offering up what Jamison wanted. Jamison smiled as he looked at the kids hole. "Looks like this pussy has been fucked lately" he stated. "A bit swollen" "Just riding dildos man" Peter said "Big fucking dildos" Jamison said back "So should be easy fuck" Then Jamison pushed Peter down to the bed. He then crawled up in him. He lubed up the sloppy hole with spit and then pulled his big dick up to Peter's ass. Aiming right for the kids hole. He rubbed the meaty cock head to the hole a bit before lunging forward to take it. "Ughnn!" Both men chirped "Damn that's nice" Jamison grunted "Feels soo nice and slimy in there" And with that the man began to fuck Peter. Giving him the big cock that Peter so wanted. He paused as he held himself behind the boy. Then he pulled off his shirt. Peter looked back at the mans big full and hairy body. It was stunning to say the least. He rea jed back to feel at Jamison as the mans hips started up again. Slamming deep into Peter. And it was good. It was a wonderful Fuck. "Ughn, ughn, fuckk!" Peter blurted "Give it to me sir. Gimme that big dick" "Ohh God. Yess!" "Fuckk mee!" Jamison then climbed onto Peter. Lowering his hot and hairy chest to the small guy under him. His face was now above Peter's head. And he began to grunt harder as he picked up the pace of the ass fucking he was giving Peter. He ground his body to Peter as he dug into his ass balls deep. That big cock reaching down into Peter's guts and finding his button. Raking the cock head over the sensitive spot. Peter lunged at the bed. His dick already hard too from the slamming he was getting. So he groaned under the man as he plowed into those guts again and again and again. "Ohh God yess daddy!" He cried "Gimme all you have sir." "All of it. Pl- please!" Jamison did accelerate as the moans from Peter under him excited him all the more. His full body was now pressed to Peter's back. And he was grinding and pumping dick at a breakneck speed. "Awee Fuck. Fucking pussy, fucking pussy!" He shouted. "Daddys ginna fill you up Parker" "Fill up that gay boys ass good" "Hmmmf fuckk!" Then the man soon tensed up as his orgasm said hello. The Jamison gunned his dick I to the guys depths. Grunting and panting as he exploded. He was giving Peter a good hard breeding. Peter felt as the bug dick expanded and contracted as he came. As he pumped his seed into his butt hole. "Hmm. Awe fuckk me daddy. Yess" he moaned "Gimme tour baby stud" "Impregnate my boy hole daddy" Jamison continued to huff and puff behind Peter until he was done blowing his nut. Filling up Peter to overflow with cum. Then he just slumped into Peter's back. His whole weight on Peter. Peter loved the feel of the mans spectacular body on him. All that muscle and fur. It was sheer heaven. A heaven he would be experiencing from now on. Then the man that was his boss pulled out of him. Peter looked at the mans stunning physique. It was his to worship now. Jamison grabbed his shirt and pulled it back on. Soon hiding that body again. "Get up and get back to work" Jamison growled.... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The END Thanks for reading and following And do do ate to nifty. Org </div></div>