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Her şey bir hafta sonu nette üye olduğum sitelerden birinden aldığım msjla başladı.Ücretsiz üye olduğum için haliyle msj gönderme hakkım olmadığı için kimseye yazamıyordum.Yalnız,bir keresinde msj kutumu kontrol ederken bir beyin sürekli olarak tanışma konusunda ısrarlı msjları vardı ve mutlaka tanışmak görüşmek istediğini yazmıştı.İlk başta pek ihtimal vermesemde bir derdi vardır belki konuşacak birine ihtiyacı vardır diye düşündüğüm için vermiş olduğu msn adresini ekledim.Bir süre sonra kendisiyle msnde denk geldik ve konuşmaya başladık.Düşündüğümden çok daha kibardı,bu durum beni şüphelendirmiyor değildi.Çünkü,erkeklere karşı hiçbir eğilimim yoktu ve bu kibarlıktan rahatsız olmuştum.Kendisini bozmadan bir süre sonra samimi olmaya başladık ve bana sürekli karısından bahsetmeye başladı.Bu durum hoşuma gitmeye başlamıştı.Uzun zamandır karısını paylaşmak istediğini,karısının da bunu çok istemesine rağmen sosyal ve ekonomik statüsü nedeniyle güvenilir birisini bulma konusunda sıkıntı çektiğini söylüyordu.Benim konuşmamı ve yaklaşımımı beğendiği için istersem ve karısı da kabul ederse bu kişinin ben olabileceğini söylediğinde ayrı bir mutlu olmuştum.Yeni bir ilişki yaşayacak olmaktan ziyade karşımdaki insanın bana güven duyması hoşuma gitmişti.Gerçi bu işler her ne kadar güvene dayalı olsa da yeni insanlarla tanıştığınız zaman onlara da güven vermeniz gerekiyor.Bu arada isimlerimiz Ben Yasin, beyin Kemal karısınınsa Dilara’ydı.Kemal bey 40 yaşında mühendis,Dilara hanımsa 34 yaşında memurdu.Kemal bey,önce beni msnde Dilara hanım’la tanıştırdı.Bir süre de Dilara hanım’la konuşarak onun da güvenini kazanmaya çalıştım.Bir süre gerek msn ve gerekse de telefonla görüştük,tabii bu arada bende sabırsızlanıyordum.Bir akşam Kemal bey,Dilara hanım’la konuşacağını ve onun olurunu aldıktan sonra bir yerlerde oturup yüz yüze görüşmek için haber vereceğini söyledi.Çok geçmeden beni telefonla arayarak randevu yeri ve saatini bildirdi.Aslında evde görüşmek istiyorlardı ama yine de ilk görüşme olacağı için temkinliydiler.Buluşma günü randevu saatinden 15-20 dk önce gelip beklemeye koyulmuştum.Bir süre sonra Kemal bey ve Dilara hanım’da geldiler.Dilara hanım,kamerada gördüğümden çok daha güzel ve seksiydi.Aslında çok güzel değil şehvetli olması yeterliydi benim için.İlk kez yüz yüze görüşüyor olmanın verdiği biraz heyecan ve birazda gerginlik vardı üçümüzde…Onları rahatlatmak için farklı şeylerden konuşuyor,espri yapıyor ve olduğum gibi davranıyordum.Zaten,yapmacık olmadığım için tercih edildiğimi biliyordum.Zaman geçtikçe onlarda biraz daha rahat konuşmaya ve tedirginliği üzerlerinden atmaya başladılar.Heyecanlarını yenmeleri ve karar vermeleri için lavaboya gitmem gerektiğini söyleyerek yalnız bıraktım.Bir süre oyalandıktan sonra yanlarına gittiğimde ben konuyu açmadan,karakter ve sohbetimden etkilendiklerini söyleyerek reelde ilişki yaşamak için karar verdiklerini,eğer uygunsam hemen evlerine gidebileceğimizi söylediler.Yüzümde şaşkın ama sevinçli bir ifade vardı.Aynı gün bunu yaşayacağımızı düşünmüyordum ama sanırım bunu anlamış olacaklar ki;Kemal bey,bunun bana olan itimatlarından kaynaklandığını söyledi.Bana sadece teklifi kabul etmek kalmıştı.Aracım olduğu için zaman kaybetmeden evlerine gittik.Gerçi yer sorunum yoktu ama bunu kendi yatak odalarında yaşamayı özellikle istiyorlardı.İçeri girdiğimizde Dilara hanım,hazırlanmak için izin istemiş ve odasına gitmişti.Bu arada Kemal bey,karısını çok sevdiğini ve onun mutlu olduğunu zevk aldığını görmek istediğini,eğer bunu başarabilirsem uzun süreli görüşebileceğimizi söylüyordu.Dilara hanım,yatak odasından Kemal bey’e seslendi ve odaya çağırdı.Bir müddet sonra Kemal bey,salona gelip beni yatak odasına çağırdı.O an inanılmaz duygular yaşıyordum.Adrenalin had safhadaydı.Odaya girdiğimde Dilara hanım sere serpe uzanmış ve arzulu gözlerle bana bakıyordu.O an sadece yutkunabildim.Karşımdaki güzel ve seksi kadın birazdan benim olacaktı.Kemal bey’in “hadi artık karım senin” , “onu doyurmanı ve mutlu etmeni istiyorum” demesiyle kendime geldim.Dilara hanım’ın yanına uzandım ve o kan kırmızısı dudaklarını öpmeye başladım.Öpmüyor adeta ısırıyordu,hayatımda ilk defa bu kadar şehvetli bir kadınla birlikte olacağımı hissettim.Biz kendimizi öpüşmenin ritmine kaptırmıştık ki,Kemal bey’in “durun” demesiyle bir anda buz kesildik.Dilara hanım,aldığı zevkin yarım kalmasından olsa gerek sinirli bir şekilde “noldu” diye söylenince,Kemal bey bir fantezisinin olduğunu ve biz sevişirken sandalyeye bağlı olmak istediğini söyledi.Dilara hanım’la birbirimize şaşkın gözlerle bakarken,yatağın altından ip çıkarmasıyla daha da şaşırdık.Sen karımla birlikte olurken,çaresiz şekilde sandalyeye bağlı olmak istiyorum diyince hemen bir çırpıda istediklerini yaptım.Biz,Dilara hanım’la sevişirken Kemal bey inanılmaz argo konuşarak hem bizi hem kendini tahrik ediyordu.Daha fazla dayanamayan Dilara hanım,bir çırpıda üzerimdekileri çıkararak dudaklarını aletime götürdü.O kadar güzel ve iştahlı yalıyordu ki,dayanamadan ağzına patladım.Tekrardan yalayıp sertleştirdikten sonra bu kez başımı bacak arasına götürdü.Sıcacık,dar ve ıslaktı…Muhteşemdi…Ben bir yandan Dilara hanım’ın vajinası yalıyordum,bir yandan da Kemal bey’in zevk çığlıklarına kulak kabartıyordum.”Karımı mutlu et,onu doyur hemde gözlerimin önünde kendi yatak odamızda” demesi Dilara hanım ve beni çileden çıkarıyordu.Dilara hanım “hadi ne duruyorsun” kocamın istediklerini yap demesiyle birlikte vajinasına öyle bir yüklendim ki,çıkardığı “oh” sesi odanın duvarlarında yankılanıyordu.Bir süre bu şekilde seviştikten sonra artık patlayacak duruma gelmiştim ki,Dilara hanım anlamış ve içine boşalabileceğimi söylemişti.Yüzümdeki tereddütü görünce hap kullandığını ve sorun olmayacağını,içinde hissetmek istediğini söyledi.Dayanamayan ben sular seller gibi boşalırken,Dilara hanım nefes nefese çığlıklar atıyor ve inliyordu.Karısının çığlıklarından zevk sarhoşu olan Kemal bey,çaresiz şekilde bize bakıyordu ama yapacak birşey yoktu.O gece sabaha kadar Dilara hanım’la birlikte oldum ve inanılmaz zevk aldık.Sabah olduğunda hafif bir kahvaltı yaptık.Kemal bey ve Dilara hanım,çok memnun olduklarını ve sık sık görüşmek istediklerini söylediler.O gündür bugündür,müsait oldukça görüşüyoruz…Tabii Kemal bey ve Dilara hanım dışında görüştüğüm çiftlerde oldu,onları da vakit bulduğum zaman yazacağım.Fazla vaktim olmadığı için detaylı yazamadım,kusura bakmayın lütfen.Görüşmek isteyen bayanlar ve çiftler,mesaj yazarlarsa görüşebiliriz.

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Subject: Val Venis and Test _____________________________________________________________________________ This is erotic gay fiction featuring some of the WWF regulars. This story is fiction and is not intended to suggest anything about the sexual orientation of any of the participants. This story can be reproduced on the condition that the story is left in its entire form. And my e-mail address is left attached. (Also please send me a small e-mail if you wish to use the stories on your site). All names used in this story are registered trademarks of “Titan sports Entertainment” This is the second story I have written about the stars of the WWF and I’d like to thank aol for the inspiration to write about these two particular superstars. Any comments on whom I should write about next? They will always be considered, as like this story you are about to read now. Contact me at [email protected] ______________________________________________________________________________ A Few Months Ago… ‘Val, we’ve come up with a new gimmick for you.’ Said one of the most prominenent writers for the WWF. ‘Whatever, as long as I get my contracted IC Title Shot.’ Val replied. ‘We’re gonna give you Trish Stratus as a manager, to boost her career, and you will get an IC Title within two to three months.’ The writer said. ‘Trish? As in the manager of T & A?’ Val replied. ‘Yes. Is there any problem.’ Writer guy replied. ‘No, not a problem. No problem at all.’ Val replied with an ear to ear grin. To this day the writer could never figure out why Val smiled like that. However this story will reveal all, literally. Present Day… ‘Okay, I’m in a segment with Mick Foley now, so I’ll be back soon okay guys?’ Trish Stratus said backstage at Smackdown! ‘Sure.’ ‘Whatever.’ The door slammed behind Trish. Leaving the two figures alone in the dressing room. Just as one of them had hoped. He had waited for at least a couple of months for this. ‘So where’s Albert today.’ Val asked hoping he was late or something. ‘Off on a promotional tour of Asia. We’re all alone for this week.’ Test replied. Val wondered if Test meant that in a sexual way or not. He hoped so. Val’s match was scheduled for later, but Test had just finished his match and was really sweaty. Val thought it was really sexy. But obviously he couldn’t just tell Test without knowing outright about Test. Val had heard rumours, but unfortunately you couldn’t trust rumours, especially those started by Shane McMahon. ‘Well, seeing as Trish is away, I’m going for a shower, okay Val?’ Test said bursa escort breaking Val’s trance. When Val realised what Test said he gulped. Something he rarely felt these days. ‘Shower? Yeah sure. You go clean up.’ Val replied. Test left for the shower room leaving Val with only a vision in his head and a hard on in his trunks. ‘This could be my only shot at fucking him. I might as well try.’ Val slipped off his trunks and slipped in quietly into the shower room. Test didn’t hear Val enter the room, he was too busy singing (badly) in the shower. Val sneaked a quick peak at Test’s yummy naked body. Val noticed that Test was hard, and had hell of a penis. It was huge compared to the ones Val was used too. At least 9 inches. The shower wasn’t very big, unlike the two wrestlers dicks, so it didn’t take long for Test to notice Val staring away. ‘Man, what are you staring at?’ Test demanded when he saw Val. Val didn’t reply, he was too busy ogling at Test’s testicles. Test just shook his head. ‘Trish is away you know…wanna come in?’ Test beckoned. It took a few seconds for Val to realise what Test had just said. ‘As in, share a shower with you?’ Val asked. ‘As in, to have raw, passionate, animal sex before Trish gets back here. I can see you want it. The big Valbowski’s never been that big before, so get your cute ass in here so I can screw you silly.’ Test said rubbing himself up. Val didn’t need asking twice, he jumped into the tiny shower, where there was barely enough room to kiss. But kiss they did. Val had to stand on his tip toes to kiss Test, who was considerably bigger than him (make out that meaning yourself). Val was surprised that the big Test could kiss so softly and passionatly. It was sweet, rather than the roughness Val was expecting. They kissed for at least a minute as the shower water rained down on them. Test moved his hand down towards the big Valbowski. Test wrapped his hand around Val’s 7 incher, and teasingly played with it. Val was driven insane by Test’s playfulness. Val moved his hand to feel Test’s nipples, which were already hard. Val moved over to suck on Test’s nipples, but found it hard given the cramped space of the shower. ‘Why don’t we get out of the shower and go somewhere less cramping.’ Val offered. Test agreed, and they got out of the shower, still kissing wildly. Test moved to grab a towel, but Val waved him off. ‘It’ll be easier for you to fuck me if we’re wet.’ Val said. ‘Do you want me to fuck you?’ Test asked. ‘More than anything in the world. When the writers said I’d be working escort bayan with Trish, I was so happy because i’d get to be with you. I fancy you like hell.’ Val replied. ‘Then, I guess it’s okay. Do you want it rough?’ Test said. ‘As rough as you can get. I like it rough.’ Val replied. ‘Fine. This’ll hurt like hell.’ Test slowly slid behind Val. ‘Can’t wait.’ Val said, prepared for the pain, which he loved. Test rammed his rod all the way in with one quick, sharp motion. Val let out a cry of pain as Test started to fuck him right. ‘Told you it’d be painful.’ Test said. Val loved the pain though, it was the best part about having sex with another man. And Test noticed this. ‘Are you all the way in, it doesn’t feel like it.’ Val said. ‘I’ll go all the way in if you want me to.’ Test said lovingly. ‘Do it. I can handle it.’ Val said, hungry for all of Test’s meat. Test rammed all the way home, Val screamed louder than any time before. Test made sure it hurt Val, so each time he pumped away Val would love it even more. As he hoped. ‘Oh god, I’m gonna cum Val.’ Test said suddenly, the raw passion had nearly overwhelmed him. ‘Stop then, I wanna suck you dry.’ Val asked pleadingly. ‘Okay.’ Test said. Test turned around to let Val get at his cock easily. Val had obviously done this before as he soon got into the cock with gusto. As Val sucked Test’s cock he played with Test’s balls, as all his previous lovers had loved. And Test would be no exception, Test lay back and let the passions overwhelm his body. ‘That’s good Val. Don’t stop sucking me.’ Test said lovingly. Val sucked away for a good five minutes, he found it hard to take in all of Test’s 9 incher so he had to wank him as well. The sensation caused Test to let out a long moan. ‘That’s it Val. I’m starting to cum, get ready!’ Test yelled. True enough Test starting unloading his wads of cum. This was the part Val loved best. The sperm went everywhere, on Test’s chest, Val’s hands, but mostly into Val’s mouth. Soon Test was sucked dry, just as Val wanted. Test’s cum nearly choked him. Val couldn’t believe the amount of cum he had just swallowed, and there was more to be had. Climbing on top of Test he started to lick all the cum off of Test’s chest. Val’s touch caused Test to wriggle beneath Val’s body. They embraced in a hug. But had to break it off suddenly as the dressing room door opened and shut. ‘Hey Val. Your match is up now. We gotta go.’ Trish called. ‘I’ll be back for more.’ Val promised as he left. ‘I’ll be waiting.’ Test cooed as Val left. bursa escort The match began as Val’s promised IC Title shot was happening. Test laughed as he watched the match. Val’s hard on never subsided during the whole match. However Test missed the end of the match as he went to the bathroom. Val came back into the room carrying something new. ‘Guess who won the IC Belt?’ Val asked Test, who was still in the bathroom. ‘You won more than that Val.’ Test replied coming out of the bathroom (and his pants). ‘Oh, what else did I win.’ Val asked playing with Test’s dick. ‘My love.’ Test replied before melting into Val’s lips. They both left for their hotel room after that. Their room was number 69 (pun intended). The door slammed behind them as the fell into another kiss. They ripped each other’s clothes off and fell onto the double bed in an entangled heap. Their legs and lips intertwined. ‘Seeing as this is room number 69…’ Val hinted. ‘I get it. The greco-roman double cock-suck.’ Test joked. Test moved into position and buried his head and lips onto Val’s dick. Likewise Val started again on the cock he had sucked dry about an hour ago. After about ten minutes of sucking Val stopped. ‘We’re getting nowhere.’ He said to Test. ‘I’ve an idea.’ Test said. Test unlocked his lips from Val’s cock and bent over baring his ass hole for Val to see. ‘Please fuck me.’ Test asked. Val sled towards Test’s ass, and stuck his finger up it, wideining it as no lubrication was available. But Val also wanted to tease Test, as Test had done earlier. ‘Don’t tease me man, I want it now!’ Test sounded like a little kid. ‘Oh, alright, spoilsport.’ Val replied. Val made sure he was fully erect before entering Test’s hole. Unlike the cock sucking, Val hadn’t really fucked anyone before, so he accidently slid out a couple of times. ‘Man, your worse than that rookie kid I fucked last week.’ Test teased. ‘Hardy, har, har.’ Val replied. ‘No, it wasn’t the Hardy’s.’ Test joked. Val soon got into it though, and managed to stay in longer than a minute. Val continued to fuck Test for at least twenty minutes, moving positions regularly, Val couldn’t keep it up much longer. ‘Oh god, here it comes!’ Val yelled. Val came all over Test. ‘Oh…that was fabulous.’ Val fell onto Test’s stomach. Covering himself in his own sperm. ‘Let me get that for you.’ Test rolled Val onto his back. Test started to clean up Val with his tongue, moving down Val’s body finishing at the penis. Test continued to lick all the sperm away from Val’s penis area. ‘Hey man, you’re still dry. Gotta sort that.’ Val said pushing Test back on his back. Val once again started to suck on Test’s lovely dick. Even though he came pretty soon there was still all night to have fun… Written by Malcolm Cowan [email protected]

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Subject: No Dunes in Miami, Just Devil 86 Disclaimer: Hey folks, this story is just a fantasy and I have no evidence that this actually happened, but we can all dream. Stay healthy and practice safe sex! Happy reading. Previously: Cole Me By Your Name Timothee’s hands explored Cole’s body, his left hand squeezed the 27-year-old’s tanned pecs while his right hand traced down Cole’s smooth body, over his belly button and down to his bulge. No Dunes in Miami, Just the Devil 86 The season was over for Jack Hughes and his New Jersey Devils, too many defeats before the lockdown meant that they did not qualify for the Stanley Cup qualifiers. The Floridian native sat bored in his New Jersey home, [fuck it, I’m going home.] He threw the remote aside and picked up his laptop to search for some flights. [Tonight at 6, perfect!] The teenager hurriedly threw some clothes into a bag and ordered himself a taxi to the airport. Jack arrived at the airport to find La Guardia practically empty in comparison to the usual chaos. “Thank you again Mr. Hughes.” The check-in desk attendant beamed, handing him his ticket, “do you remember your way to the first-class lounge?” She continued. “I do indeed. Appreciate it.” Jack nodded, grabbing his things and heading through. Security felt like a ghost town, even TSA and their usual tricks couldn’t slow Jack as he passed through the airport. “How can I help you?” An older male attendant smiled at the reception desk of the first-class lounge. Jack flashed his ticket and he was waved straight through. The lounge was empty except for a young man sitting in the window on his phone wearing a mask over his face. Jack found himself an empty table and was promptly greeted by a server, “can I get a Mountain Dew and some potato chips please?” Jack asked. “Certainly.” She nodded before hurrying off. The teenager settled into his chair and took a look at his phone before glancing around again. The guy in the window was still busily looking away at his phone and the weather behind him was clear, looking down into a terminal full of empty planes. Moments later he was presented with his order. “Hey, appreciate it.” Jack muttered, pouring out his drink and taking a long sip then reached over to his bag of chips. [Salted, can never go wrong there] He grinned, pulling the bag open and placing a few in his mouth. “Hey, are you Jack Hughes?” The guy in the window asked the unmasked skater from a couple of yards away. “Errr, yeah.” Jack admitted tentatively. “Great, nice to meet you. I’m Timothee, Timothee Chalamet.” He replied, pulling down his mask to confirm his identity and flash his winning smile. “Oh wow, you’re awesome.” Jack beamed, “I love your movies.” Jack continued. “I’m glad to hear it, do you mind if I sit over here then?” Timothee asked, pointing to a chair on an empty table near Jack’s. “Sure, go ahead.” The pair filled the vacant time between security and boarding with a light conversation speaking briefly about Timothee being from New York, and Jack’s life growing up in Orlando, Florida and then Toronto, Ontario before the announcement for their flight came over the tannoy. “Time to go.” Jack smiled pleasantly to Timothee who stood up with him and they headed to the exit. “Have a nice flight.” The server bid them farewell as they made their way out of the lounge and towards their gate. They arrived at their gate to see just 4 others sitting down waiting to be invited to board. Heading directly to the gate they were greeted by airline staff who processed them immediately and sent them down the air-walkway to their plane. Timothee and Jack were held there for just a few minutes, smiling to each other in silence, their mouths hidden by their masks once again. The other passengers followed them down and the flight attendant appeared to welcome them inside. Timothee sat in the front row on the right of the plane whilst Jack sat in the front row on the left. The other passengers took their seats and they sat patiently waiting for the all clear to take off. “Good evening folks, this is your captain speaking. We are delighted to welcome you on this American Airlines flight to Miami, Florida. I’ve just spoken to the air traffic controller and we are cleared to take our slot in about 10 minutes time. Flight time is scheduled for around 3 hours, air conditions are calm, and when we reach Florida, the weather is a nice 68 Fahrenheit with cloudy skies. Please watch our great staff this evening and they will take you through the safety features of this Boeing 737.” Timothee watched politely as the flight attendants went to the work explaining the safety features of the plane, the exits are there and there. The actor glanced across, he was sure Jack was looking at him, but Jack’s eyes were fixed forward also watching the flight attendant at work. The plane launched into the air and set off flying south down the east coast of America. The flight attendants smiled as they came through the cabin, “would you like a drink?” They asked. Timothee thought to himself and made his decision, “can I grab a Sprite please?” The flight attendant nodded and handed him a can with a cup of ice. “And for you?” She glanced the opposite way. “Can I get a Sprite too please?” Jack replied. Timothee turned and leaned across towards Jack in his seat, “pssst.” The skater turned to face him, “sup?” “What are you doing when you get to Florida?” Timothee asked in a hushed voice. “Just going back to see family, how about you?” Jack replied. “Other than filming, nothing. I’m not too familiar with the area. Got any suggestions?” “Avoid Miami beach!” Jack chuckled, jump in a car and you can find a nicer, more peaceful beach to relax on.” Jack grinned, “tell you what, let me know where you’re staying and I’ll come pick you up one afternoon.” He finished with an even broader grin. “That sounds awesome.” Timothee chimed, “hey, I can’t send you to a beach by yourself.” Jack replied. Timothee responded with an appreciative nod, [nice guy.] “How would you feel about me bringing some friends and family? I’ll make sure they don’t bother you, but they’re also big fans.” [Dang it] Timothee’s mind screamed. There was no way he could fall suggestively on top of Jack wearing nothing but beach shorts wet from the sea if his family were around. [Ok, be cool Timothee] he told himself. “Ha, sure thing. But you owe me one, it would be cool to meet a few of your Devils some time when you’re back in New Jersey.” [Preferably fresh off the ice, all hot and sweaty!] Timothee chuckled, moving his arm over his growing crotch to block it from the teenager’s view. “No sweat.” Jack beamed. [EXTRA SWEAT!] Timothee’s cock roared, “awesome.” Timothee beamed. Their time on the flight flew by, Jack asking questions about Timothee’s career highs and lows then Timothee doing the same. The captain’s voice came over the speakers. “Ok folks we are beginning our descent into Miami Airport, please keep your seatbelts fastened until the lights go off at the terminal, and thank you for flying with us today.” The plane rocked and swayed over the changing air currents, the ground got closer and closer until a thud, heavy screech and the roar of engines in reverse thrust as the plane slowed. Coming to a stop at the terminal everyone’s seatbelts remained fastened without the usual frantic rush to the front that came with disembarking a plane. “Dude, are you working tonight?” Jack asked. “Nah, gonna grab something to eat and head to bed, it’s been a long day.” Timothee replied mindlessly. “Sweet, well I’m guessing you don’t know where to go eat right?” Jack quizzed. “Yeah, good point.” Timothee chuckled, “well my parents are here to pick me up, they can drop us off somewhere and drop your stuff at your hotel.” Jack offered. “Oh my God, that would be great.” Timothee smiled. “That’s sorted then!” Jack beamed emphatically; proud he could help Timothee out. Jack led them through the doors and out into arrivals where his parents greeted them both. “Jesus! Is this?” “Yes mum, it’s Timothee, don’t embarrass him!” Jack hissed. “Of course not, of course not.” She giggled reassuringly. “I’m Ellen, lovely to meet you, Timothee.” “Hello Mrs. Hughes.” Timothee replied politely. “And this is Jim.” She continued, “Hey Mr. Hughes.” Timothee nodded. “Can Timothee get a ride with us? We are going to go Downtown for some dinner.” Jack replied. “Yes!” Jim boomed, patting Timothee on the shoulder and turning towards the exit closely followed by the rest of them. Jack’s parents drove them to Timothee’s hotel where he and Jack both hopped out. “Can you take my bag; I’ll get a cab back later?” Jack asked, poking his head back through the window to kiss his mother on the cheek. “Yes, you boys have a good time.” “Thanks for the ride, Mr. and Mrs. Hughes, see you tomorrow.” Timothee called from behind Jack, the pair of them waved the car off and turned to enter the hotel lobby. “Good evening Mr. Chalamet.” They were greeted warmly by the concierge who turned to his computer screen to locate the actor’s reservation. “Hey good evening, quick question, are you still serving food?” Timothee replied. “Certainly, the kitchen will be open for another hour.” He nodded handing the New Yorker his room key. “In case we need plan B.” Timothee winked to a confused looking Jack. “And if the kitchen is closed just ring down to front desk and we will be happy to help you locate a takeaway.” The concierge added. “Lifts are to your right, to the end and your room is on the 18th floor, might I add, you have a spectacular view.” He finished. “Appreciate it.” Timothee smiled gratefully to the concierge as he led Jack to the lift. The lift shot up to the 18th floor and opened for the pair to disembark. Jack followed Timothee to the door and then inside, dropping his jaw as he bursa yabancı escort did so. The penthouse suite was enormous with its own little kitchenette, bar and collection of spirits. Jack’s eyes continued around the room, which was all glass on one side. In the closing darkness he could make out a rooftop balcony overlooking the Miami skyline and was that a private pool? “They must’ve got the rooms mixed up.” Timothee grinned back at Jack, reading his shocked expression. Jack could only laugh as Timothee put his bag onto a large leather sofa facing towards a massive wide-screen TV. “So, what do you think, stay and order in or go somewhere?” Timothee started. Jack took a second to ponder, “I think we should order in and eat out on the balcony so you can really appreciate a nice warm Miami night.” Jack smiled. “Oh, how romantic.” Timothee sniggered; Jack’s eyes shot down to his shoes in embarrassment. [Stop trying to be funny, you’ll weird him out] Timothee hissed to himself. “We can go out somewhere actually, that would be less weird, wouldn’t it?” Jack replied nervously. “We could, but I don’t think it’s weird us staying in together.” Timothee beamed, his green eyes shining enticingly at the skater whose shoulders seemed to widen with confidence. “What do you like?” Jack asked, taking out his phone. “How about a good burger? I’m buying.” Timothee smiled. “Sounds good.” Jack looked up Five Guys and made his order, a beef burger, double patty, bacon, cheese and the works for toppings then passed his phone to Timothee. “I’ll have the same, can’t get it confused then can they.” Timothee winked, “I’ll bet they fuck something up.” Jack sniggered, hitting order and then returned his phone to his pocket. Timothee grabbed the remote and switched on the TV, “Sit.” He beckoned to Jack who looked around for somewhere he could perch himself. The teenager sat on the edge of the couch whilst Timothee flicked through the channels landing on ESPN. “Are you scared I’m going to jump you?” Timothee chuckled, looking at Jack sitting uncomfortably on the armrest. The teenager felt stupid as he slid down into the couch. “Let’s be honest, if I was gonna try and attack someone it probably wouldn’t be a hockey player.” Timothee beamed. Jack giggled, Timothee was right, which self-respecting actor would take on a hockey star for a fight, fighting was in Jack’s job description. But Jack’s mind wasn’t on fighting, in fact he would really enjoy the idea of Timothee throwing his body over him. They watched ESPN’s Around the Horn quietly until their food arrived, there was a knock at the door which Timothee jumped up to answer. A member of the hotel’s staff presented the 24-year-old with a large greasy looking brown bag. “Appreciate it.” Timothee smiled, handing him $10 before closing the door. Timothee turned to Jack and held the bag out for him to inspect from a distance, “order up.” He grinned and headed straight towards the balcony. Jack pushed himself up from the couch and followed the actor outside. “What do you want to drink?” Timothee asked as he placed the food across the table neatly. “What are you having?” Jack asked timidly, “beer.” Timothee answered firmly, “oh, erm, just a diet…” “have a beer dude, I won’t tell anyone.” Timothee cut in with a mischievous smile. Jack hesitated but Timothee didn’t care, the actor had already hurried inside and Jack saw him return with two bottles of Bud Light. “I have a drinking problem.” Timothee joked, twisting the cap off the first beer and handing it to Jack before twisting the second off and holding it out. “Cheers” he grinned, clinking with Jack and taking a mouthful before surveying his food hungrily. “Looks good.” Timothee beamed before tucking into his burger. The two of them ate ravenously after their long journey, the burgers were delicious along with the fries, beer and view of Miami, this was turning into the perfect evening. Within minutes they were done and sat back appreciating their beers on a full stomach. “That was good.” Jack grinned; Timothee belched in agreement. “Sorry.” the New Yorker giggled, Jack smiled back at Timothee, a beautiful twinkle in the teenager’s eyes mesmerised the actor. “Do you want to watch some TV and grab another beer?” Timothee asked. “Or we could stay out here and enjoy the end of the sunset?” Jack replied, nodding over to a comfy looking chair overlooking the purpling horizon. Timothee nodded, pushing himself up slowly to get their refills. Jack moved across to the outdoor sofa which was deep and incredibly soft to sit in. Timothee returned to find the teenager sitting fully immersed in the green couch. The actor joined him, “wowweee that’s comfy!” Timothee exclaimed. Jack grinned at Timothee’s excitement, his eyes surveying the actor’s smooth, skinny features. The sun had already left the Miami skyline but the final embers illuminated the sky with a flicker of orange in a smooth purple sky. Lost for words, Jack smiled at Timothee who returned the smile, they seemed closer than before. Jack’s heart hammered frantically, he knew what he wanted to do but the fear of rejection and humiliation held him back, Timothee however was driven by a completely different mindset. The actor could sense the tension in the air between them, just like he had with Cole the first time they hooked up. The actor moved himself closer to Jack, slowly but surely, narrowing the gap between their faces. Jack watched the scene happen in slow motion, he sat frozen as the beautiful actor’s androgynous face approached his, with lips pouting, Timothee landed and began to softly press himself up against the skater and worked them carefully. The peace and tranquility of the metropolitan rooftop set the perfect scene as Jack was taken to a place he’d never imagined. Timothee Chalamet, the talented actor and model was kissing him, sucking at his lip, running his hand along Jack’s side and pulling him in closer still. Jack had to pinch himself as his eyes looked into the Hollywood A-lister’s stunning, green eyes. “You ok?” Timothee checked, pulling away from their kiss to check on the teenager’s state-of-mind. Lost for words, Jack gave a dopey nod, then felt his face beginning to burn as he blushed. “That was great, you’re so cute.” Timothee continued with a gentle smile. “Thanks, so are you.” Jack replied, [oh my god Jack, say something cooler!] the skater screamed at himself. Timothee beamed at the teenager; he could sense the nerves in Jack’s voice. The 24-year-old pushed himself up off the chair and swung his leg around over Jack’s lap to straddle the teenager. “Don’t be nervous.” Timothee beamed. Jack looked into the actor’s eyes, the lights from the hotel suite behind him lit the green of Timothee’s eyes, they were so enticing. “But you’re Timothee Chalamet, of course I’m nervous.” Jack grinned. Timothee just smiled warmly, silently closing the gap between them by kissing the skater firmly. Jack’s mind continued to argue with itself whilst Timothee was in no doubt at all. The actor reached down to the teenager’s side and pulled him in closer so that Jack’s crotch pressed against Timothee’s arse. Jack felt his arms instinctively move around the 24-year-old’s back and pull Timothee into him. Timothee responded by pressing his weight down into Jack’s crotch, the teenager felt his stick pulsing with interest as Timothee’s body pushed the fabric of Jack’s boxers against his hardening cock. The slow, deliberate grinding by the talented actor accompanied his full and deep lip work. Jack felt blown away by Timothee’s intensity, the brilliant actor’s lips pulled firmly at Jack’s, loosening the skater’s tongue and licking the beer from his mouth. A sharp inhale took in Jack’s scent and Timothee’s eyes glinted with happiness staring into the reflections that were Jack’s blue eyes. Jack’s hand slipped into the gap between Timothee’s body and his shirt. As the young skater’s fingers glided along Timothee’s smooth skin, both boys felt the electric charge flowing between them. Jack pressed hard against Timothee’s sides, his fingers tracing along the skinny actor’s ribcage as their tongues danced. Timothee squeezed his crotch down harder still as their lips nipped and sucked at each other’s. The intense heat between their intertwined bodies rose, the boys could feel sweat beginning to form under their shirts as they embraced passionately. Timothee’s right hand came away from Jack’s side and reached down under the gap between him and the chair. The actor was slow and gentle as his fingers came to rest on Jack’s boxer shorts. The teenager groaned softly through his nose as Timothee’s fingers stroked him through the fabric. The actor pulled away from their kiss once more and paused, his eyes darting back and forth between Jack’s eyes. Timothee watched Jack’s eyes turn to jelly as his fingers slipped into the skater’s fly and took hold of his hard cock. The teenager’s cock felt nice and long as Timothee’s hand found the head and slowly pushed his fingers down the shaft. In response, Jack’s jaw tightened, gripping the actor’s bottom lip firmly. Timothee felt in control as slowly he worked his fingers up and down Jack’s confined shaft below him. Nasal grunts of joy were a further sign that the skater appreciated Timothee’s handy work, maneuvering slowly and deliberately along Jack’s boner. Closing his fist tightly around Jack’s head, Timothee pulled back from the teenager’s lips and smiled. “Do you want to fuck me with this?” Timothee whispered, his green eyes hypnotic in their beauty staring into Jack’s eyes. “Hell yeah.” Jack breathed with a little nod to confirm his words. “Good, I want your cock in me, right here, right now.” Timothee replied. The actor stood up off the seat and stood in between Jack’s legs. bursa sınırsız escort Timothee’s fingers moved quickly unbuttoning Jack’s jeans fully and exposing the skater’s throbbing stick. Sinking to his knees, Timothee swallowed the teenager’s head and descended 5 inches down his cock. “Gaaaad!” Jack groaned in pure satisfaction as Timothee’s talented tongue went to work. The actor swallowed Jack whole, a hungry technique utilising his strong young neck muscles to press his lips to the base of Jack’s cock then propel them up to the skater’s wet tip. Jack’s fingers gripped the chair tightly, the feeling of pure arousal pumping through him. Of the many blowjobs Jack had received from those campus sorority chicks, none had made his fingers and toes curl like this. Timothee was an absolute master, the way the actor opened his gullet to allow Jack’s head in as deep inside Timothee’s skull as he could go astounded the teenager who huffed with joy as the roof of Timothee’s mouth scraped against his head. Timothee was having a great time down below, the teenager tasted like heaven. Jack’s scent hit the back of Timothee’s throat before the Floridian’s head had. Jack was just normal, no signature manly aftershave. His Axe Africa body spray was cute enough, a boy had to use deodorant, but it was Jack’s sweaty crotch that drove Timothee wild. The cock hid, buried in a nest of thick curly brown hairs, the same brown hairs that trapped the sweat from Jack’s long plane journey. Inhaling deep, Timothee blessed the heavens above as Jack’s odour swept across his taste buds filled his lungs. The actor took a moment to savour the flavours on his nose and before he rose once more. Jack watched the slim actor remove his shirt, pulling it over his long dark hair. Timothee’s chest was pale and smooth, just a mild hint of toning but most would say Timothee was skinny and he looked incredible for it. Timothee then removed a small bottle of lube he’d stuffed into his pocket and tossed it to Jack before he unbuttoned his jeans and along with his boxers, pushed them down to the floor. Jack’s eyes never left the actor’s body but he flicked the top of the lid open and poured a generous helping of lube to the upper half of his hard cock. Timothee stepped out of his clothes, his semi hard, cut 8-inch cock swinging freely as he did so. Jack watched on, hypnotised by the swinging piece of wood which approached him. The actor placed his right knee on the chair next to Jack, then his left and carefully lowered himself backwards into Jack’s lap. Timothee’s tiny bum rested just in front of Jack’s solid cock while he made himself comfortable. Timothee turned to kiss Jack, the teenager willingly submitting his tongue for Timothee to suck on. As they resumed their embrace, Timothee raised his left foot onto the chair, followed by his right and pushed his bum up away from Jack’s crotch. The teenager instinctively applied another helping of lube to his fingertips and this time using his left hand to locate Timothee’s hole, he applied a coat of lube to the New Yorker’s entrance. Timothee offered a soft sigh through his nose as his ring became slick and ready for action. Jack dropped the bottle of lube aside and took hold of Timothee’s skinny, left thigh to guide him down. The 24-year-old sank slowly following Jack’s guidance and with the teenager holding his cock from the base and Timothee using holding his fingers by his hole, they guided the young Floridian’s head against Timothee’s tight entrance. Their tongues continued to dance and Timothee braced himself as the pressure began to build. The actor pushed his hole out harder as he lowered himself, Jack held his hard head against Timothee’s entrance and another sighed through Timothee’s nose confirmed that Jack had begun to make progress. Slowly the hockey star’s bare 7.5-inch cock pierced Timothee’s tight hole, the weight of the skinny actor continuing to press down and feed himself slowly with Jack’s throbbing meat. The first milestone came when Timothee’s ring clamped around Jack’s mushroom shaped head. The feeling of Jack’s cock digging into his skinny, toned body felt wonderful to Timothee, sure there was some pain involved but it was good pain and Timothee wanted more. Jack’s raw 7.5 incher moved slowly as it advanced, Timothee could feel the wonderful pleasure of his body accommodating a sexy young man inside him. Timothee’s hole opened up slowly allowing more and more of Jack inside him, their kissing continued firm and passionate as they moved closer together. Timothee’s insides felt amazing to Jack, as his raw cock burrowed deeper inside the actor’s tight body, he could feel tingles flying around his body. The teenager gradually moved his hips up and down smoothly, encouraging Timothee further down his sword as they kissed. Jack increased the intensity with which he sucked on Timothee’s bottom lip, the desire inside the youngster building as Timothee’s body pressed closer to him. Halfway into Timothee’s hole and Jack’s hand moved from the New Yorker’s leg resting it on the bottom’s toned pec. Willing Timothee further down, he massaged Timothee’s beautiful, smooth body caressing the soft skin while searching for the 24-year-old’s tight nipple. “Oh yeah.” Timothee breathed into Jack’s mouth as his ring slid further still down Jack’s hard cock. The hockey star’s head was beginning to feel increasing resistance from Timothee’s insides as his hips encouraged himself deeper within the 24-year-old. The Floridian’s hand moved down Timothee’s smooth body, slowly appreciating every inch of the older boy’s smooth skin. Sliding over the actor’s ribcage, past his belly button then resting flat on Timothee’s pelvis, the top pressed Timothee down. “You want more of that cock in me?” Timothee grinned rhetorically, following Jack’s guidance and pressing himself on to the hockey star’s cock. “Fuck yeah.” Jack groaned, cutting deeper still into the bottom. Timothee’s tight, warm belly felt so amazing around Jack’s head, the animal inside the teenager wanted to slam hard into the actor’s skinny body. Above Jack, Timothee had slipped into a world of pure happiness. Looking back into Jack’s shiny blue eyes, he drank in the hockey star’s cute features. Yet while Jack’s young face looked so cute and innocent, the firm grip of the skater’s hand, pushing Timothee’s body down onto his cock proved this boy had a strong urge to dominate Timothee’s skinny body. The 7.5-inch pole was nearly all the way inside Timothee’s body and with one final squeeze, the actor’s smooth arse cheeks rested on Jack’s lap. Guided by Jack’s hand as he did so, Timothee began to bounce up and down Jack pole. The bottom slammed himself into Jack’s lap each time he descended, impaling Jack’s throbbing 7.5-inch cock inside him and giving a low groan to explain the feeling shooting through his body. Timothee’s thigh muscles tensed hard, pulling his skinny frame along the skater’s stick with amazing skill. “That feels so good.” Jack breathed at Timothee, “uh-huh!” Timothee agreed, panting between bounces. Jack moved his hand from Timothee’s lower body and up to the actor’s chest, dragging his fingers all the way along Timothee’s smooth skin. The 24-year-old’s skin was warm with beads of sweat covering him in a slick sheen as he worked tirelessly to pleasure Jack. The skater ran his eyes over Timothee’s pale skin to see the moisture collecting all over the actor’s beautiful body. In the air darkening around them, it was the reflection of the hotel lights which illuminated the heat of their romance as a sheet of sweat around Timothee’s smooth neck. Jack rested his right hand on the bottom’s thigh and squeezed as Timothee fucked himself. The energy travelling through the New Yorker’s skinny muscles impressed Jack. As he squeezed, Timothee’s muscles tensed and relaxed, pulling his tight ring along Jack’s raw, throbbing sword. Timothee’s tight insides pulled the outer skin of Jack’s bare cock sending shivers through the skater’s toned frame. “You’re so fucking amazing.” Jack breathed at Timothee. “Thanks.” Timothee panted happily. “You want to take control?” he continued. “Uh-huh.” Jack beamed. Timothee sank his bottom as tight into Jack’s crotch as he could, forcing every inch of the top’s 7.5-inch cock into his smooth belly a few more times before he slid to the top of Jack’s cock and off. Timothee took a step forward to allow Jack up and the skater rose to his feet. Placing a kiss on Timothee’s thin red lips, Jack turned the 24-year-old towards the couch. Timothee complied willingly, allowing the Floridian to push him into all fours on the soft couch. Jack surveyed Timothee’s wonderful body once more. The beautiful, pale outlines of his long, skinny legs, decorated with a light covering of brown hairs. Timothee’s smooth, pale back looked perfect, decorated with a few dark moles, his muscles were visible and tense as he waited patiently. Jack moved in between the two legs, spreading them a little wider apart with his right knee and his eyes scanned the actor’s arse. The tight pale cheeks were beautifully curved leading into his pink ring. Jack could just about make out the bottom’s pink hole, evidently loosened by riding his cock previously. Timothee felt the skater’s fingers run across his hole, surveying the damage he’d already done. Placing his head at Timothee’s entrance, Jack leaned forward and felt the actor’s formerly tight ring part to accept him in one smooth motion. With ease, Jack’s cock refilled the New Yorker’s hole and taking hold of the bottom’s hips, he began to thrust. Timothee turned his head to admire Jack’s beautiful body while the teenager stuffed his hole. The Floridian-born skater wasn’t too bulky but those perfectly sculpted muscles made görükle escort Timothee feel skinny and weak in comparison, just the way he liked it. “Fuck me.” Timothee whispered into Jack’s ear, pushing himself upright as the top began to rock back and forth with sexual hunger. Jack nodded and smiled at Timothee as he picked up speed. While Jack pumped, he carefully rested his forehead against Timothee’s, both of them could feel the sweat across their brows. Each thrust brought Jack’s gorgeous, pink lips tantalisingly close to Timothee’s, the bottom held out his tongue and as Jack rocked forward again, sliding his cock deep into Timothee’s skinny body, his outstretched tongue met the New Yorker’s and they swallowed each other ravenously. The thirst of Jack’s cock needed quenching and the top tried to satisfy it by fucking Timothee deeper and harder still. The bottom could feel the increase in Jack’s work rate as the young top thudded into his bony arse. “Give it to me, fuck me hard.” Timothee breathed into Jack’s face, while his eyes stared deep into the Floridian’s. Jack gave a determined nod as he carried out Timothee’s instructions, the sweat on the teenager’s brow flowed profusely as his toned body slid his cock about 75% of the way out of Timothee’s skinny body before slamming back into it with every ounce of weight and power he could. Timothee’s cock remained rock hard and the actor took hold of himself as Jack began to slam so hard the couch began to squeak below them. Jack’s firm body crashing into his skinny body was the stimulus the actor needed. “Yeah, ram it in me, right there.” Timothee begged, encouraging the teenage hockey hunk to destroy his hole. “You like my tight hole?” Timothee asked suggestively, “you like ramming your hard cock in my tight hole?” “Yeah, I love your fucking hole.” Jack panted. “Yeah, you do, you fuck me so good.” Timothee agreed, practically cheering Jack on every time he slammed his shaft into the New Yorker’s belly. Pushing Timothee forward with his chest, Jack created a bit of separation between himself and the bottom. Jack then pushed his crotch forward, bringing Timothee’s arse down to the couch with him while turning the bottom onto his side. With his knees taking his weight, Jack focused all of his energy on Timothee’s hole and spinning the actor all the way around onto his back, the teenager took hold of Timothee’s legs to resume pounding the bottom again. Jack squeezed Timothee’s thin calves, pulling the bottom hard as the tension in his balls began to increase. The Floridian exhaled with increasing force to accompany the power he threw behind his boner. Timothee’s warm insides cushioned him capably, the bottom’s perfect arse pulling tight on Jack’s throbbing cock as it slid deep into his belly. “Gimme that D.” Timothee hissed. Jack’s cock throbbed even harder at Timothee’s desperate words. Leaning closer to the bottom, Jack whispered between breaths, “you love that D, do you?” “Uh-huh.” Timothee nodded. “Yeah, take it, take it you slut.” Jack grunted. “Yeah baby, I’m your slut.” The feeling of Jack’s thick cock spearing deep into him, filling Timothee’s tight chute with raw, hard meat made the bottom’s eyes water. “You’re getting me close.” Timothee breathed. Jack strained a smile, the determination on his face evident as his cock pulsed with excitement. Jack’s bare head led his hard cock into Timothee’s skinny body, gliding over the bottom’s prostate. “Fucking Christ.” Timothee whined. The 24-year-old’s fist smashed into his crotch hard and fast as he jerked himself searching for that sweet spot. “Yeah Jacky, right there! Pound my ass.” Timothee begged. Timothee’s green eyes glinted with pure ecstasy; each time Jack’s shaft ploughed back into his hole the bottom felt like his eyes were about to jump from their sockets. “Fuck me Jacky, fuck meeee, ahhhhh I’m gonna cum.” Timothee groaned as Jack’s raw cock pounded into his prostate for the umpteenth time and on this occasion hit the New Yorker’s release button. “Oh baby!” Timothee chimed as the first rope of cum fired from his cock and landed on his stomach. “Shit bro!!!” Jack exclaimed as Timothee ring convulsed wildly while holding tight to his bare shaft. Jack’s body slammed into Timothee’s, pushing more of the bottom’s cum out of his skinny body. 3 more streamers of silky cream squirted from Timothee’s head landing across his ribs and slid down slowly. Another pair of streamers splattered across the New Yorker’s stomach, as he drained his balls for every drop. “Pound my insides.” Timothee begged for the final time, using the force of the powerful young teenager’s body to squeeze out the last pearls of his thick cream. “You like my D; you like that big hard D?” Jack panted, getting lost in the moment of power as his own orgasm approached. “Yeah Jacky. Fuck me up.” Timothee panted as his cock squeezed blank shots of air to confirm his balls were empty. With Timothee’s ring contracting around his shaft, Jack felt his boner throb hard. The top squeezed his weight down into Timothee’s warm, skinny body, holding the bottom’s calves as tightly as he could. The feeling of his raw head stroking against Timothee’s prostate made Jack grunt one more time before withdrawing rapidly in one move and taking hold of his hard shaft. Jack shuffled in closer while his fist rapidly tugged at his boner, The Devils star, held his long hair away from his face with his left hand while his right worked on his stick. Looking up Timothee’s skinny body, Jack felt his balls tugging at emotions, the actor he had jerked off to as a skinny teenager was right there in front of him, covered in the cum Jack had fucked out of him. “Oh gaaaad.” Jack groaned as his cock extended as his head began to squirt. The teenager’s cum fired hard across Timothee’s skinny body, shooting as far up as the actor’s neck as Jack stroked wildly. “Shoot your load all over me.” Timothee begged, as Jack unwittingly complied. The actor glanced from Jack’s beautiful face down to his raging cock, watching volley after volley of his rich, creamy seed shower his skinny body. Jack’s furry balls hung tight to the teenager as they blasted, firing 3 more dollops of cum over Timothee’s midsection. Jack’s fist continued to jackhammer as the skater teased the final couple of ropes from his balls. Pulling his skin right down to the base, Jack threw his head back and squeezed the final pearl from his shaft, hanging down to land on Timothee’s slim thigh. Timothee watched Jack panting, sucking in as much oxygen as he could with every breath as he hung over Timothee’s sticky, sweat covered body. “That was beautiful.” Timothee beamed up at the hockey star. “Thanks.” Jack grinned, opening his eyes to look down upon his canvas. The light from Timothee’s hotel room twinkled in their eyes, each appreciating Timothee’s green and Jack’s blue irises. The pair held their gaze, studying each other’s aesthetically pleasing faces and smooth, toned bodies. The mild Miami night air around them meant neither was in a rush to get back inside or get dressed. “Gonna clean yourself up?” Jack asked Timothee with a cheeky smile. Timothee giggled, “Yeah at some point.” The actor replied, pulling Jack to sit down next to him. Jack followed Timothee’s guidance and sat down next to the actor as Timothee moved himself to sit upright. Finding his warm beer, Timothee grabbed the bottle and took a mouthful before handing it to Jack. The actor’s sweaty arm stuck to the skin of Jack’s naked back as they relaxed together. Jack threw back a mouthful of beer, resisting the urge to choke upon realisation the beer had gone warm. “Will I see you back in New Jersey?” Jack asked timidly. “You mean after you invite me to a game?” Timothee replied smartly. “Ha, yeah. That’s gonna be so sweet.” Jack smiled with a gentle grin. “I hope so. You’re always welcome to come over and watch me in movies and stuff.” Timothee replied, realising he’d just made himself sound like a show off, “orrrr, anything else you might wanna watch, DO!” Timothee continued, stumbling in his attempt to sound relaxed inviting the skater to visit him. “Sounds great.” Jack beamed, looking out into the darkness and resting his head on Timothee’s shoulder. The actor pulled Jack in tight as he too looked off into the distance, enjoying the feel of Jack’s body against his whilst they relaxed peacefully. END Thank you for reading, I really hope you enjoyed the story. If you like what you’ve read, please let me know by emailing me ail. I write these stories for fun, but I would greatly appreciate any contributions you are willing to give as a result. If you would like to make a donation then feel free to contact me on the email above. 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Subject: The Tales of Sol 59 The Tales of Sol 58 By Joe hoo This my second attempt to write so please tell me what you think. This is a fictional story it is not intended to imply that any members of the Backstreet Boys, Nsync or 98 Degrees are gay, or any of the other celebrities mentioned are homosexuals. If you are not old enough to read these stories do yourself a favor don’t get caught. The same goes for those people whose countries have these sites made illegal. And for everyone else enjoy Captain Planet and related characters was created by R.E Turner and copyright by AOL Time Warner Company and Trademark by TBS Productions Babylon 5 and all related characters and props were created by Michael Straczynski and copyright by Warner Bros. Star Trek and all related characters created by Gene Roddenberry. Copyright Paramount Transformers and all related characters, and props are trademarked by Hasbro inc. Copyright Rhino Home Videos and AOL Time Warner Entertainment CO He-Man, She-Ra, related characters, and props are trademarked by Filmation 1980’s Buffy, the Vampire Slayer, Angel and all related characters created by Joss Whedon. Copyright 20th Century Fox. Batman, and all related characters created by Bob Kane. Copyright DC Comics and Warner Bros. X-MEN, and all related characters created by Stan Lee. Copyright Marvel Comics and 20th Century Fox. To those who’ve been reading Tales of Sol. I want you to know that while there is sex in this story. That is not is sole purpose and yes I do hope the sex sense makes you all hard and gets you off. Sol is an adaption from my childhood favorite show Captain Planet and the Planeteers, The cartoon showed us that the world can be a better place if we took a few moments to care for it. Tales of Sol is meant to express hope. It is also shows how music can have an impact in our lives. While I don’t know if my favorite bands 98 Degrees, Backstreet Boys or Nsync have ever read this. They saw me through some of the hardest moments of my life and offered in their own way hope. To them I say thank you. I dedicate the Tales of Sol to all of my brothers and sisters of the US armed service past, present, and future. I like to thank my friends who I had the privilege showing these chapters with. They helped with editing and inspiration, John Rivera, Albert-Russ Alan Rivera-Odum, Derbe.D. Hunte Yvette Ortiz Samuel Diaz Jr for all their help in Making The Tales of Sol an enjoyable story to write. And I have a few other names starting with the beginner of this universe James the author of Tales of a Real Dark Knight. I still hope to reconnect with you dear friend and all the rest of this series. Blake the author of Tales of a New Phoenix Jeremi author of the Tales of Young Mutants Please remember to Donate to Nifty And now without any further ado I give you the next chapter of Tales of Sol. The Tales of Sol 59 Time has Come While Brian and the rest of the Backstreet Boys were busy packing I was on a three way call with Johnny and Tony giving them my full report on my encounters with Devin. As soon as I brought up Devin’s name Tony swore “I should have thought about that bastard,” “I didn’t think about him either Tony,” Johnny grumbled I told them everything Devin told me and I relayed his involvement with Hector and what had happened to Frank. “Are you sure Devin isn’t coming back?” Tony asked “As long as we can keep the bully in an Alaskan prison,” I remarked That got a chuckle out of both of them “You didn’t?” Tony laughed “It was obvious that Devin couldn’t take Brian’s rejection and nothing I said or did had any impact so I put a bit of a distance between them,” I simply said “A bit of a distance?” Johnny chuckled “In any case as long as we can keep the bastard from getting near Brian and the rest we should be okay,” I redirected “I will see what strings I can pull,” Johnny acknowledged After we all hung up I went back to packing myself. I sent any bags I had packed to the Sea Dragon. We left the bags of merchandise I had bought out so we could donate them to a local charity at Brian’s recommendation. After everything was loaded onto their bus and at my recommendation the tour bus will make its way back to Philadelphia so it would be here for their next stop as the Backstreet Boys were supposed to fly to Florida and come back north so they can do a concert in Ohio. With the bus in Philadelphia saving them on gas and other things. Once packing was done I met with Brian and the rest in the main lobby as we waited for Kevin to check us out. Steve and the other bodyguards had already put the bags with my merchandise into one of the security vehicles. One guard had asked why I had bought stuff I didn’t even want or need. It was Steve who pointed out that before I did Jordan McKnight was giving me a hard time being around the band. This got the guard’s attention, “So he bought this junk to prove a point?” the guard asked “He bought them after he and McKnight got in a fight,” Steve said “Who the hell takes on a person with Mike’s martial arts training?” the guard gasped This made Steve snicker. “McKnight found that one out the hard way and you know the old adage you break it you bought it,” “So Mike bought all this because they were wrecked in the fight,” the guard acknowledged Kevin came back to the group and we all left the hotel and were soon coming to the thrifty shop who was more than excited that bursa escort bayan we were donating a lot of usable items after I produced the receipt to prove I did indeed purchase them and I was indeed donating them. While I did that the band walked around the thrift shop and I could see some sadness on their faces. The woman at the counter told me to wait until she would come back with a total for the items I was giving the thrift shop. As I looked out the window across from the thrift shop was a construction site various construction vehicles were going to and from, construction men were busy with jobs. In the middle of all that my sensitive hearing picked up whining and whimpering I followed the sounds to a mother dog and her puppies trapped between several fallen iron beams. “Oh on!” I bolted out the door. “Mike!” I heard before I ran to the construction site. Dodging oncoming dump trucks and bulldozers I even heard a man or two screaming at me as I reached the dogs. I got to them and tried to dig the dogs out when I looked up at a cement bucket full of concrete about to come crashing down on the canine family. Just as the bucket came crashing down. I managed to shield the dogs as the cement poured over me. The Foreman came running “What in the world are you doing?” He screamed Brushing the cement off of me, “We need animal rescue,” I told him as I dug into the rubble, trying to pull the iron beams off of the family of dogs. “Give me one good reason to not have the cops come and haul you away for trespassing?” The Foreman screamed when he saw a paw sticking out “Holy!” he swore as he saw the dog trying to dig herself and her puppies out of their dire situation. “Men hold up!” He screamed as moved and he helped me pull more rubble away, trying to clear the area. Several of the work men stopped what they were doing and rushed to our sides. I was surround by a dozen construction men normally this would be a gay man fantacy, but right now we were all trying to get these dogs free. The mother dog was nipping at the metal confinement trying to help us and when the foreman’s hand came into reach she smelled him and began to lick the Foreman’s hand the poor girl and her puppies were whimpering loudly as they begged us to free them “Hang in there girl, we will get you out of there,” The Foreman tried to comfort the frightened dogs. Animal rescue had arrived and soon even more people were there trying to get these dogs free. We had managed to clear all but a large and very heavy piece of iron beam only the dog’s paw could fit out, “Back up momma,” I said as I managed to get a good grip and pulled up a large iron beam. Two construction workers quickly wrapped a chain around the beam “Careful this could easily collapse if you guys try to lift it too quickly,” I warned “I will have the Lift operator try to ease it up,” the worker assured he ran off and with as much care as possible the iron began to rise but I didn’t let go, it went up giving clearance for someone to reach in and get the dogs out of the rubble. I could feel the strain in the rubble as the beam pushed against the debris. I held it in place so someone could reach under and get them. It turned out to be the Foreman who dove under pulling the mother dog free. Giving her to animal rescue Momma dog began whining for her puppies. “Don’t worry mom we’ll, get your children too,” The Foreman reassured her then went under to pull out the puppies one by one. Giving them to a waiting hand. When the Foreman came out with the last puppy he cleared the debris and everyone backed away. I let go and the lift operator let the beam go and it came crashing down. “I hope that was reason enough?” I asked, dusting my hands. Holding one of the puppies in his big burly hands the Foremen turned to me with amazement “This is more than sufficient man, how in the world did you even know they were there?” The Foreman asked us to walk over to the animal rescue truck reuniting the puppy with her mother. They were licking every hand that was in reach. I patted momma’s head and her tail was wagging happily. “You are so welcome mom, just be careful where you put your children,” I smiled warmly. “Let’s just say, I just happened to be at the right place at the right time,” I answered “Just double check your work area so we can avoid this and we will call it it even,” I smiled “This was a miracle man we could have accidentally killed them,” The Foreman gasped “If you will excuse me I have a plane to catch,” I stated. As I moved back to where Brian and the rest of the Backstreet Boys were still standing at the thrift store. Along with the girl who was behind the counter. “I was just coming out with you receipt I thought you were ditching everything,” the girl remarked, pointing her finger towards Brian and the rest “They assured me you would be back,” “I didn’t mean to run out there was small problem that needed my attention,” I replied sheepishly The girl shook her head “I saw, we all saw you risked your life to save a family of dogs,” “No matter if its human or animal all life is unique,” I told her “I just wanted to say I am impressed,” The girl said, handing me my receipt and then reentered the thrift shop. Nick pulled me into a hug and then gave me a noggy “Not this guy he never thinks twice when he see someone in danger,” Brian had a smile plastered on his handsome face. “Mike, that was an incredible rescue, your heart görükle escort knows no bounds,” Brian words were the kisses he couldn’t give me in public. “All life is precious,” I spoke softly. “I was astonished at seeing how quickly all those construction guys went to your aid once they realized that there was trouble,” Howie was still gasping. “The power of heart is incredible,” I smiled warmly. “Well now we must get going, our flight leaves in a few hours,” Kevin reminded us. I cringed as did Brian once we were back inside the limo Brian took my hand and wouldn’t release it until we got to the airport. I could already see my Sea Dragon sitting on the tarmac waiting for me. Kevin had gone ahead with Steve to confirm their reservations and to get their plane tickets. I sat with Brian and the rest of the Backstreet Boys waiting for Kevin to come back. The trip to New York was an exhilarating experience. And a very tiring one the guys were equally beat with all of rehearsals and the actual concert had taken their toll on them and with Devin re-surfacing during the concert hadn’t helped much. But that guy was now in an Alaskan Prison. Johnny had informed me that Frank finally regained consciousness during the concert and when we tried to warn us about Devin’s return. Frank was informed that we knew about Devin and that he was dealt with. Frank is flying out to meet them in Orlando. With this moment now on the back burner everyone was able to think of the upcoming concert in Orlando. It was a good visit. I made new friends like Rob Thomas, taking a car for Rob Thomas not how I wanted our friendship to be forged but it made a lasting impact. I had earned the respect from Eminem and Jordan McKnight. Made friends with the X-Men. Dealing with my own trauma and learning how to use my powers I too was beat. That didn’t make this any easier as I was saying goodbye to my love and loving friends. “I hope you have a good time with your mother Bri,” I told him with a sniffle there at the end “I wish you were coming,” Brian sighed trying to keep the tears out his eyes but neither of us were making a good show of how much we were hurting over this separation. The rest of the Backstreet Boys and the bodyguards were helping us spend what little time we had left together. “So do I babe but I don’t think now is a good time,” I told him “Why not?” Brian asked “Well for one we’ve just met, and I am not sure how she’d react to that kind of news,” I told him “She’d see that I am in love and that is all she will see,” Brian replied “That it maybe babe, but we still need a bit more time before we play let’s meet the parents bit,” I spoke “Okay, we will wait, but I still wish you were coming,” Brian conceded “So do I but I really need to get back to Philadelphia,” I reminded him “So, Mike, how are you getting home?” Nick asked changing the subject. “You remember that behemoth of a helicopter is sitting on the tarmac,” I told him as I pointed out the window where my Sea Dragon was sitting idle. Nick looked out and sort of blushed “Oh yes you told us that was here to also take you home,” “The next we get stranded in the hangar I will have something more suitable waiting,” I quipped “Mike I don’t expect and I shouldn’t have expected anything then what you had when you saved our lives,” Nick said bowing his head in remorse. I quickly moved over to Nick and grabbed him in a hug “I love you all Nick never forget that,” I said into his ear “We love you just the same Mike,” Nick said back. When I let go of Nick, AJ came over and gave me a hug, so did Kevin and finally Howie. We each spoke of our love for each other. I wished them a great flight and they offered their own to me. Their flight was announced and they began to board. I waited until the stewardess had led them down the jetway before I made my way to the helipad where my ride was parked. Once I sat in the cockpit I wiped the tears that I was finally able to shed. I mournfully did my preflight checks as I began to start-up BEATTI’s engines. “The plane carrying Backstreet Boys has just taken off and is on course to Orlando Florida,” BEATTI announced seem to be softly spoken as not to take away the fact that I was flying in a different direction “Good, now how about we head home too, girl?” Through tears my voice shuddered “Very good sir,” my computer complied “This is Ranger T-121 requesting clearance to take off?” I made an official request to airport control tower “Ranger T-121 what is your destination?” the woman on the radio asked “I am transmitting my flight plan now,” I informed her as I keyed the requested information “Ranger T-121 your flight plan has been received. You are clear to take off on Pad C and have a safe trip back to Philadelphia,” the Control Tower told me. “Roger Control Tower and thank you,” I replied and we made our way to the designated pad. Five minutes later we were airborne and heading home to Philadelphia Pennsylvania. Brian was looking out the window wishing that Mike was here; he never felt this way about anyone before. Mike was such a special person, so strong even when he didn’t realize it. Brian could see the struggle in which Mike fights more so than most people he’s ever encountered. He isn’t surprised that God had chosen him as the planet’s Guardian and he’s only known Mike for a few days. The compassion and courage Mike has shown was incredible. His willingness bursa escort bayan to put himself in harm’s way to save even a small cat was nothing short of heroic. Even though Mike said it was Gaia he knew in his heart it was God who had moved things so the Spirit of the Earth would pick Mike. “What are you thinking of Bri?” his cousin asked “Mike,” Brian confessed “Yeah I figured as much,” Kevin smiled Brian blushed, “Seriously Bri he’s everything you could want,” Kevin stated “When Jeff told me he knew someone, I was skeptical but now I am not sure how I can do without him,” Brian confessed. “I never met anyone with such dedication and compassion,” Brian fawned over his lover “Yes he certainly kept us on our toes as he rescued any animal in danger,” Kevin exhaled sharply. Thinking about how Mike ran off a balcony, to save a dog that had fallen over the floor above them. “No more than when he took that car for Rob after that loon tried to run him down,” Brian shuddered That made Kevin shudder harder, the falling dog at least didn’t nearly kill Mike, as that star crazed fan Erica did when she tried to take Rob out with a car. That still made Kevin wince at the image of Mike covered head to toe in bandages. But Kevin has never been so proud of his newest cousin either. “He does have his charm,” Kevin chuckled “So are you okay with Mike?” Brian asked “Are you kidding I love Mike he’s one of the most amazing person I have ever met,” Kevin stated Brian just listened to his cousin. “He’s compassionate and loyal, willing to put his life on the line for those he loves,” Kevin spoke Brian just listened to his cousin. It was nice to hear that he wasn’t the only one who thought about these things. “Although you do have some competition,” Kevin laughed That confused Brian for a moment until it hit him, “Yeah he does have a soft spot for the Earth doesn’t he?” He chuckled. “A soft spot,” Kevin raised an eyebrow. “Okay he’s in love with the Planet,” Brian answered “I won’t say he’s in love with the Earth, but he does care about the world,” Kevin corrected “I don’t get what you mean?” Brian confessed “Brian, Mike loves you there is absolutely no doubt there,” Kevin admitted “But his feelings towards this world can’t be denied either and he certainly doesn’t hide it either,” Brian said Brian knew more than he let on; he wanted to see if Kevin would catch on. “Mike’s love for this planet isn’t like his love for you, but the way we love our parents and I think that is how Mike sees the Earth,” Kevin said “Your correct except for one thing,” Brian spoke with a smile “What is that?” Kevin quizzed “Mike’s loves the Earth greatly but it’s more than as a motherly figure,” Brian answered “Then what do you think it is Bri?” Kevin wanted to know. “He has faith in this world, while I wouldn’t say he worships Earth in a religious sort of way, but for Mike it’s enough to know that the Earth is there. The same way I feel when I know I have God to be there when I am in need of his grace to help me through hard time, and it has given him strength when he doesn’t have any,” Brian stated “Yeah I can agree with that, we all need something bigger than ourselves to take on impossible burdens,” Kevin agreed. “What do the others think of Mike?” Brian whispered “We all love him Bri, he’s like the family member we all wanted to connect us to in some way,” Kevin reassured his cousin. Brian smiled and was about to say something when the plane began to shake violently and a massive snapping sound filled the plane and then all went black. I was a half hour outside of Philly talking to Dave about the events in New York, at least those he was not made aware of and told more about the training session I had with the X-Men and how they helped me control my ever growing powers. We even talked more about Devin so he knew everything that I didn’t tell Tony or Johnny. Including the help from a Gargoyle near the end. Dave did say that he will do what he can to help keep Devin behind bars. “I told Goliath that he was welcome to come to Philly if he needed to,” I told Dave “I still can’t believe that there are real gargoyles out there,” Dave awed “Dave, I’m the planet’s guardian and have Godlike powers. How can anything at this point shock you?” I asked “Mike there are things about the last months or so that I am still having trouble grasping,” Dave stated I was about to make a comment when I was hit with a massive ping from the Earth and I felt a hole form in my heart. “Dave, I have to go!” I suddenly cut our conversation and turned the screen off and brought the radar page up. “BEATTI I need you to monitor the emergency aircraft broadcast network now!” I ordered “Understood,” BEATTI complied “Brian,” I whispered A moment later a voice filled the radio static, “This is Atlantic Base Tower to flight 145, please come in,” I swung the Sea Dragon around on a heading for the Atlantic Ocean and then flew us out to sea as fast as the old girl was going to be able to, I went in search of my other half. “This is Atlantic Base Tower to flight 145 for Orlando international please respond,” So ends this shadow that stalked the group but there is more to come hope you are all enjoying this story. Please remember to Donate to Nifty Please tell me what you think hoo All comments are welcome I also recommend the following stories it was because of them I got into writing in the first place. “Tales of a Real Dark Knight” by authorjames “Marvel Knights” also by authorjames “Tales of the New Phoenix” by Blake “Tales of a Superhero Band” by Leo “Tales of a Young Mutant” by Jeremi “Tales of a Thunder God” by Tony Justiss

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Subject: Cinderfella 2: Chapter 26 The Rod and Staff Defined Story: Cinderfella 2: A New Life Chapter: 26 The Rod and Staff Defined Author: Eric McQueen ail) Mature Readers only due to sexual situations and graphic sexual content Freedom of expression is precious. To do that Nifty needs help. Your donation is greatly desired. Give to fty/ or this story ends and all the others! That would be a crime! The Rod and Staff Defined Two days? I thought about that part. Did Dyami mean two days traveling or simply two days? I would have preferred waiting in a warm teepee than in the cold. It may register higher on a mercury scale, but the farther we went, the colder it seemed. The great mountain range was now falling behind us again. Northwest. My fingers kept getting numb. I would wrap my hands and fingers in a fold of the skin wrapped around me. I even re-thought my view of Hell. Hell didn’t have to be so hot and yet you didn’t burn. No. Another kind of Hell was right here! Where it was so cold, but you didn’t go numb. Either way, I didn’t want to end up in either. Thank you. With every tribe, they had gods that did certain jobs. They might have different names, but close enough. Distance was less of a problem, but still a dividing factor. With the tribes intermixing more now, the differences were becoming less noticeable. A little history lesson. The people that became Vikings were the first to reach a new land of promise, settling people in the northern portions of the continent. Scots and Britain settled more in the southern portions and befriended people already there who helped them survive! A’Dore was settled by Britain, Scots, and Irish fifteen centuries ago in an area that was almost always warm. Blethos was first settled by those from France, Italy, Germany, and Spain. Darma was from deeper in Europe called Gaul. Getting transportation was the biggest concern. Sea-worthy boats were needed, but demand drove the need to provide. Boats that could hold several people as passengers, and crew, and supplies were demanded. It was the Scots and the Norse who came up with the first boat that claimed to hold one hundred and sixty men, women, children, supplies, animals, and crew. Plagues, threats of plagues, and people trying to escape capture from authorities also drove them out. Oppressed or hunted people caused many to flee. You know how much I loved the Creid now. They were made from those that escaped Europa, came to A’Dore, Blethos, and Darma and had to escape us! Yes! They were really some bad boys from ancient history! Where was I going with this? Oh, yes! A person from Darma met someone from Blethos, or A’Dore and we began to merge. A thousand years ago a common language began to emerge as trade increased. The outer edges mingled and moved in-country. That made it so much easier for me and Seth. A couple of the biggest differences are simple words like diapers vs nappies and Holidays like the Nativity where Blethos still had Bafana from Italia. Even the laws and customs had merged. There wasn’t even a real accent difference now! There are some tragedies of course such as those trying to escape a plague and ends up bringing it with them. Some didn’t make it from the boat. Others spread it when they got here. Many countries used new land to get rid of undesirables such as anarchists and disloyal people. A dumping ground for the unwelcome? Sure, why not? Boats improved and the routes became more streamline. Instead of going north, hugging the shore line, over to a sizable island between Norway that was settled pretty quickly. They referred to it as The Land of Ice. It lived up to that name in winter. Then directly west to a big continent that had very few trees, but plenty of grass. Skirt around the southern part and west again then go south. In our case, south, and more south and even farther south until it began to warm up! Where we finally landed was tropical, almost a jungle! It got very warm, but it had terrible sea storms at the end of the summer and beginning of autumn. I remember three really big ones that hit A’Dore where the wind almost ripped A’Dore apart! Our advantage were our wonderful native friends that were here before we got here. They knew what to do and told us what to do. After this length of exposure, we knew what to do. Toby. I often felt what Seth did with him. He was ten years old! He was a collage of emotions for me. I saw him as a child! Then he does something like he did with Dyami and he didn’t act like a child much at all. But he was a child in my eyes. He was my child. Yes, Seth’s, too, but a child. I was not familiar with things the way they were becoming. It was also scary here and now. He was experimenting and laboring in very adult matters. I prayed his childhood innocence wasn’t completely gone. We had been warned, but I wasn’t ready. That was also scary. Toby did not disobey. In the last year…even into the last few days, Toby was not what he seemed. He read those odors correctly. Toby was touching magic. Then again, according to Ceto, I was doing it, too. Well, I wasn’t doing it on purpose! Toby was traveling like we all were. Quietly and withdrawn physically beneath visual scrutiny. The tribes were very caught up with magic. However, I doubt there were many tribe members that had a continuous exposure to magic like Toby and Dennis had. Not a week went by him where he and Dara failed to show themselves as what they were. The Children of Lilith. Who was on which horse would be a challenge if I didn’t know which horse carried who. Dark, thick furred creatures that were more like lumps of fur on large, dark furred animals of an unrecognizable kind. Only the head of the horse could be seen. Our heads were beneath furred hoods that didn’t look as if anyone was guiding the way. There were just indistinguishable lumps of fur. Now, get this. Chitto said it was too cold to snow? What!? I knew it rarely, if ever, got cold enough in A’Dore or Blethos and required it to be cold enough to snow. Those were rules! Too cold? Try too wet. I didn’t get that until I was there. It got colder than on the Land of Ice. But Chitto shook his head and told us if there was moisture in the air. It would snow. The rules! Chitto told me it was too humid. I knew about hot and humid weather. Here it was freezing and humid and I wasn’t familiar with that. We knew how to dress ourselves. I did it successfully twenty-eight years! I never used a valet. However, Toby had read…of course, he had…one wrapped our foreheads just above our eyes, another wrapped our face just below our eyes. One over all of it allowing us to see. It was sort of a fur burka women wore in the middle east. I will confess; it was warm! You learned not to move too much to break the shield of warmth. A lump of fur near me and spoke in a very muffled voice. “Are you more settled with having Thomas and Toby with us?” I looked at this lump and nothing said Seth except his voice. I let a grin spread, but no one would know about it because my face was hidden. “I’ll answer that in a second or two, but now we know how to talk in private with Toby! He can’t see us!” I glanced back at the smallest lump of fur. “No,” I answered. “I won’t deny his being here has proven to be a good thing, but…” I shrugged, “He did disobey.” Seth and I made sure we followed the same rulebook of discipline. All of the women who cared for them understood, we never hit anyone for any reason. How did we convey this “no hit” rule when we do it to our children? We’re telling them “might makes right!” Do something because we said to? No. Christian said a few times that he preferred to negotiate with foreign countries than his own children. Teachers and nannies made good money! Equivalent to military officers! Often there was combat involved. Not from Christian or me. We were good children. Well, mostly we were. I had a tutor one year…I’ve had many, many tutors over the years, but this one…well, I got the feeling he rode the thin line between madness and sanity. That was my professional eight-year-old opinion. Both Christian and I had separate tutors. Christian was already my hero and it would be another two years before we had the ball and he would meet Ella. Professor Montrose was having a hard time concentrating and difficulty creating coherent sentences. I was having a hard time following his line of thought. I don’t even know what subject we were on. He had to repeat some of it. When I asked for clarification again, he seemed to fly into a rage. I remember his right arm rising, fist balled up and I knew he would hit me. I knew it. From my sitting before him, he was all I could see, but someone grabbed the fist, spun him around forcing Mr. Montrose to show surprise. “The meaning of what I see is pretty clear,” Christian said calmly and turned back to the door. “I understood what was about to happen. Did you understand it?” Two of his sparring partners were with him. He had Jason that afternoon. They both nodded and one said, “You know Jason is always telling us to anticipate the next move of an opponent. His next move wasn’t even hard to figure out.” “But Christian…” Mr. Montrose sputtered. “No,” Christian shook his head, “That privilege was given to our instructors.” Christian gave an evil smile. “A position you left a minute ago. You refer to me and to Erik as His Royal Highness.” Christian looked around Mr. Montrose and smiled at me. “I’d say class is dismissed for the day.” He looked at his two friends. “Watch this man until I get back.” He looked at my instructor. “I can guarantee you won’t be coming back. If you did what I know you were going to, that’s a death sentence. I’m saving your life.” He waved at some things on a table. “In fact, use this time to run for that life. War is sometimes inevitable, but not at home. Dad says it happens in homes after men get home, tired after working all day. If you had done what you intended to do, that’s short-tempered. He also says that’s no excuse, but an explanation. But this is your only job, you couldn’t be tired yet. Come up with a good reason or take the time to leave.” He was about to leave and stopped. “Oh, and stay away from my brother.” Once again, Christian was my hero! Where was I leading you? Oh, yeah, the “no hit” rule. Seth had a rough childhood after he was five and I was never struck to make me do something. If you are hit first, make sure they know it will never happen again. Dad told us it was a big world out there and no one could steal or force you into anything. Seth and I were on the same page in the book of discipline. We discussed many issues and the ladies hired as nannies were in the place as my instructors. Well, that wasn’t true for Doris who kept her own family, too. I never saw her raise her hand or heard her raise her voice even once. “I don’t know what to do,” I confessed my answer to Seth’s question. “Were we mistaken to tell him not to come with us?” “I don’t think so,” Seth said. “But really, when have we had to? We’ve given guidance a few times, but both Toby and Dennis are compliant.” “Dennis often pushed the limits,” I shook my head. “However, reasoning with him he usually does what we ask.” Seth chuckled, “There’s the problem. We’ve never faced this before.” “We can restrict his desert consumption for bursa escort a few weeks,” I laughed. “Or his reading,” Seth laughed. “That would be excessively punitive,” I said a little seriously, “and inhumane.” “I say give it to him to decide,” Seth growled. I was surprised, but he couldn’t see that. “Give him the task of assigning suitable punishment!?” I nodded, which opened gaps briefly to let the cold in. I wouldn’t do that again. “That’s a great idea!” “Was he accessing magic?” Seth asked. “Back with Dyami, he read the smoke.” “Did he?” I asked. “I don’t know that to be true, because there are a lot of Children of Eve that have unbelievable gifts, such as for soothsaying. Sometimes a little clairvoyance happens, are they access the magic to do that?” I shrugged. “I don’t know.” “What about Thomas?” “That’s the beauty of this!” I said laughing. “We didn’t tell Thomas he couldn’t come with us, but his father, mother, king, and queen did. We just need to see he gets back.” Moving I saw Seth look back at the smallest mound of fur told us beneath the fur was Toby. “Not to make light of the situation, but…” I shook my head, “Ella will be pretty angry, but at her son. It will be an interesting combination of emotions with her…And Christian! I have no idea what he’ll do.” “I’ve seen Christian angry and downright furious, but he’s never violent.” Seth said using a voice that begged for a confirmation. “He’s never lost control.” I was still used to making gestures that were visual, but I answered him. “He is not violent, but his feelings will be hurt.” “Hurt?” Seth asked. “Christian is a sensitive man.” I said pleased with the feelings Christian brought out in me. I love and adore Seth; in case you’re wondering. I loved my sons. Christian? He was a love I have that defies explanation. I admitted I was in love with him. Don’t throw anything at me! I even told Christian this. He was my big brother, my substitute father, my best friend, and my hero! There were a few I’d offer my life to save. Christian was one of those on the first hand. Was that wrong? The thought of doing anything physically intimate beyond a hug or even kiss on the temple…No, I didn’t desire Christian that way. But we do have a connection no one else does or ever would. We were brothers! The same father and mother made both of us using the same things. Our blood was the same and used by the Forbidden Fruit to make the Little Warriors to defeat Len Na’s attack of those little creatures she wanted to destroy all people everywhere. “I remember he had just taken the throne after our father’s sudden death. Dad had a man, a general, he trusted who blatantly disobeyed an order Christian gave him. Christian had trusted the General, too. Many people died as a result. Christian trusted the General, but the General didn’t trust Christian to be king. It hurt Christian so badly. After the truth came out, Christian had to sentence the General for disobeying the authority of his king. With Thomas, his doing wrong will bother him, but not what he did, but disobeying him hurt him more.” “Thomas is normally well-behaved,” Seth said. “He is,” I said quickly, “And what he spoke of how he has felt growing up in the palace, I can relate to those feelings. I never had many friends my age growing up. I had tutors and instructors…” “And Christian,” Seth added. “Yes,” I said, “when Ella came into the family she insisted all four children had some exposure to others in their age group growing up. She also allowed them to be children, such as letting Thomas climb trees. He felt coming with us was more important.” “If Demetrius can create a bathroom out in nowhere,” Seth began, “Can’t he create a room Thomas and Toby can be hidden away in and kept safe?” “The bathroom was Demetrius’ idea,” I said, “changing the house, they offered that. Remember, there are situations that were designed to make a point and help our thinking.” “Like Deena’s torturing us?” Seth growled. “Yes,” I said. “The whole Thorne problem has a feeling of being staged.” “I blamed Lukus for years for what he gave Arthur to use.” Seth grumbled. “I know,” I said, understanding, “but I’ve thought about it over the years and a situation where a king loses his wife and two small children? Those two sons are found alive? The reason to allow us to marry was convenient? Arthur knew his family would be chosen to replace the king on his death and Lukus had the whole thing circle around to return the Crowned Prince to the throne. He told Arthur what was going to happen. Except he didn’t use your name. Arthur assumed it was Darius.” “Why? To amuse themselves?” Seth asked, still angry. “Are you really going there again?” I missed communicating with expressions and gestures. “What I see is a foreknowledge, not a cause. Lukus knew what Arthurs was planning and like Demetrius, he offered opportunities to get there. He didn’t cause it.” “I can’t tell the difference,” Seth grumbled. “Okay,” I sighed, “But remember, I’m on your side.” I said, “What if you’re right? Let’s say a Child of Lilith did plan the whole thing?” I could tell I shocked him just looking in his eyes. That was all of him I could see. “Ella was going to marry Christian, that horrible event Thorne did was planned out, your being tortured for decades was planned, our marriage was planned.” My arms went out of habit. That was a bad move. I was cold again. “Everything up to this very moment has been staged. Why? And if that’s true, what can we do about it? We can’t kill them. They see and know a lot about us. I have not been given a reason not to trust the three we know,” I chuckled, “now four. You were there when Demetrius took care of Candor.” “That wasn’t real,” Seth defended. “And we know that why?” I said. “Because Demetrius told you. You trust he’s honest about that.” Seth had endured a lot and it would take time. Still! He’d made some momentous strides to get where he was now and I believe it will always be there, even if just a shadow. “I believe Demetrius,” I said, “I believe Dara, and yes, I believe Lukus, too. He knew, but worked for it to be corrected.” The eyes are the windows to the soul. I remember reading that in the New Scriptures. It was right when Christ told us how to pray. The Lord’s Prayer? It really said, the light of the body is in the eyes. If we were evil, it would show in the eyes. I relied on that when looking a person over. I’d say it was right with Arthur, Darius, Deena, Candor…everyone! Right now, I saw conflict in Seth’s eyes. “You were treated very badly,” I admitted. “By Children of Eve. I know that, but our marriage, our lives in Royal Valley, our family is because of Demetrius. He could probably create a room to stick them, but I’m beginning to think they should be here.” Even through the thick fur I heard the gasp, but saw the alarm in his eyes, so I hurried on. “No, Toby should have a consequence for certain! But he was the one to point out the gauntlet defense in the beginning. He even told both of us, if we both came on this journey, he risked losing both of us. Thomas? What he did was impulsive and young. That’s no excuse, but it does explain why he did it. Who knows, he’s an educated young person with a lot of passion. I know Demetrius will protect Toby…and Thomas.” I couldn’t stop. “What we both know they can do, if they wanted to take over the world, nobody could stop them. Demetrius, Dara, and Lukus have never lied to us. I don’t think they know how. Demetrius was honest even when it came to Sam. He never said Sam was gone, but he said he didn’t know and even explained why! He’s Human, but he’s no god or even an angel. He doesn’t know everything and says that. He’s not perfect.” Again, those thick furs kept us from really understanding each other. There were a number of deer, bears, and rabbits that gave their lives to keep us warm. I thanked them silently, but I couldn’t see Seth’s expression. Two lumps of fur came closer to us. “Are you doing all right?” The voice for that lump was Chitto’s. “Fine,” I answered. “Do we need to stop?” The second lump was Max. “Are you hungry?” “How much daylight is left?” I looked at the gray sky. It was still daytime, but so overcast that no sun could be seen. Anywhere. The trees were very numerous and the forest thick with vegetation. Those treetops didn’t help me see. I’d been in forests and woods in Blethos and A’Dore, but some of these kinds of trees weren’t familiar to me. The tall mountains that were in front of us in the beginning were behind us now, but it was still mountainous. “He-lush-ka told me it does get dark earlier in these forests,” Chitto commented. “I’d say two or three hours.” “He-lus…” Seth repeated and then I didn’t need to see his face, “Oh, yeah! Henry! You meant Henry.” “What?” Chitto began confused, “His name isn’t Henry.” “Let it go, Chitto,” I chuckled. “For him, it’s Henry. It’s easier for him to pronounce and remember.” Chitto looked between us a second, “Okay, well Henry, He-lush-ka to everybody else, said we will be entering…” he said something that I couldn’t even begin to spell in any language, Muskogean, or English. It was almost Asian, “That means we’ll be entering the Forest of Rain.” “What did he mean by that?” I asked. “He said because it rains there almost all of the time,” Chitto chuckled. “He said it rains for about ten months with only two months of sunny days.” “Non-stop rain!?” Seth squawked. “The Scriptures said it rained for forty days and forty nights! Why doesn’t it flood?” Chitto chuckled, “I don’t know, but He-Lush-ka…sorry, Henry said it isn’t always a downpour. It kind of drizzles nonstop and just doesn’t end.” “It’s almost doing that now!” Seth protested. “There’s more ahead?” The Chitto lump’s head nodded as he chuckled again, “Henry said a lot more.” “We need to find a clearing,” I said. “I suggest we can look as we ride.” That proved less difficult than it could be. Finding a meadow or any clearing wasn’t hard. The “road” we followed was used so pretty clear what direction to go to…? We didn’t know. There was a group of clearings near a stream. We needed the water. I will also have to admit we all stunk! Wrapped in those skins, yes, after a while we smelled bad. The poor horses we’d ridden gave their scent to us. No one would come near us if we didn’t bathe. The stream offered clean water, but it was water from the snowy mountains. No one was looking forward to that. Yes. I could ask Demetrius for another bathroom and hot water, but I had an odd feeling about that. He cleaned Seth, the bed, and put a clean night shirt on Seth. He’d given us a clean bathtub with hot water once, but he offered that. A man came through a grove of trees, covered with a heavy coat waving at us. It wasn’t Demetrius, but Lukus. “You’re stopping, right?” Again, some of the furry lumps were ready to take on this unknown. “Relax gentlemen,” I said to the others. “He’s like Demetrius and Ceto. We know him.” I then spoke to Lukus. “If you keep this up,” I began, “we’ll come to expect it later.” “So?” Lulus said back, “all you need to do is ask. This isn’t a normal trip and we wanted to help.” “We?” I asked. “Follow that animal trail and you’ll see.” Lukus vanished. I had dreaded dismounting to set up camp. It was escort bayan cold! What had we done to get this sort of special treatment? I was getting the idea that we, Seth, Sam, Christian, Ella, and I weren’t who they were protecting. It was Toby, Dennis, Michael, Beth…all of the next generation that were being protected. Both Demetrius and Dara even told us that right after they brought them to us that was happening. I just wasn’t prepared to have it so soon. I wasn’t ready. He was only ten years old! We traveled to an area that was clear of a lot of shrubberies or immature trees. There was grass that covered the area, but the sound of running water splashing down some rocky places as the water headed for a lake and the very western ocean. It was getting darker, but not late. Winter days were short and nights seemed to arrive early and last a while. What was surprising were the mini-huts made of animal skins. All the skins were the same light skin color. They looked like oblong bubbles that got frozen in time. The two in the center were larger. I’d seen many homes lived in by the people of the tribes and they did look similar, but not quite. There was smoke coming out of each. A flap opened and a human being stepped out. It wore thick clothes and a fur hat. “In here,” the female voice said, causing me to look closer. It was Dara, “there is warm, clean water in tubs. Please take those skins off so we can air them out. There are four large tubs big enough for two or privately by pulling a curtain.” Demetrius came to stand by his wife, “You will be clean, warm, fed, and sleep well tonight.” “Ceto is preparing a warm stew for you in there,” Dara explained. I had a few feelings about this. The first was gratitude for not having to set this up ourselves. If we had, it wouldn’t be this nice or complete. No, they weren’t gods or angels, but loving humans that did things to be nice. Why? Again, I had a feeling things were set up for us. Getting off the horses, they were corralled in another clearing. It had stoves in the huts that radiated heat. The Creid were used for communal bathing in the cavern below the palace. I wasn’t sure about Thomas, but if his training was like mine had been, he was shy only once in the beginning. Jason gave training on not only defense, but what to do when in the field. Toby informed us Thomas could cook. I knew Jason took them into the wild areas surrounding A’Dore and he taught how to locate clean, fresh water. There was brackish water all around A’Dore. You know, where fresh and saltwater mixed? A’Dore sat next to one ocean and a gulf large enough to be an ocean. Jason also taught how to catch, skin, clean, and cook everything from fish to animals like wild pigs to wild birds. Many birds were not good to catch and eat. Until we brought our chickens and geese, but one wild bird was big enough was a turkey, but they were more plentiful in the northern portion of our continent. On the other hand, you took what you could get. Jason also traveled with some herbs and spices in the pack he carried. Thomas probably learned to do the same thing. A communal bath just happened. The guys in a river or stream just happened. Now, Toby…I knew he never had anyone give him a bath past four. He’d never been in a communal bath, that I knew of. I also didn’t know he experimented with explosives or fire-cannons, or was learning to speak. I was concerned about how he would handle this. Seth and hadn’t been shy with either of them, except when we were making love to each other. Seth was often worried about that. He was not shy with his body either, but sex is supposed to be between two people and private. Seth and I also didn’t want him to be shocked or unaware of sex. It’s a big part of who we are as Humans. As he was growing up I did explain what happened and why. Dennis, too. I will admit it. I was embarrassed. Why? I told him if he ever did anything sexual to make sure he saw the other as a person just like him. There could and should be experimenting, but he needed to be cautious. He was not to pressure anyone and never let anyone pressure him. I warned him that because of who he was, people might try to get things from him. I told him not to be afraid of sex, but treat the other person as he wanted to be treated and with respect. No objectifying. Sex is fun and causes great pleasure, but with that one special person, it could be magical. You will have a bond with another human. Such as the one between Seth and me, Sam and Terry, Christian and Ella…I can give more, but you know what I’m talking about. He was a boy and erections were just going to happen. (I’d worry more if they didn’t). I even told him what they were originally for. Which led to questions about Seth and me, Bent and Garth, Zeke and Gabe…. I explained we were sexual beings and what we created to do. It was neither anything wrong or be ashamed of. I watched him as he prepared to bathe. He didn’t appear to be bothered at all and just began disrobing. No curious looks or hidden looks. We took off the thick furs and placed them together. Where they were airing out, I had no idea. I was now breathing air easier, but it was colder than I was breathing under the fur. The skin of the fur kept rain out. I felt even better that the men took turns to bathe. Except for Seth and me. In warm clothes given to us that were again animal skins. They weren’t deerskin. I knew many tribes used goats. It was warm, so I was good with whatever fur, skin it was. We had domesticated animals so we didn’t have to hunt. I was fine with hunting, but many times I made friends with the domesticated animals. Humans are carnivores. We eat meat. The chicken or rabbit was fine. It was my cousin that pointed me in a direction of respect for the animals we used to fill our stomachs. The deer we had sheltering us was used for clothing and meals. We went to the other large hut that was warmed by two fires, one on each end where the smoke went up and out the top. Lukus and Ceto were near a large pot that was steaming, filling the hut with a wonderful smell. “I hope you all like venison,” Ceto said, turning from the pot. Again, she looked like a beautiful native woman. The hair was down around her shoulders, but she was dressed in dear skin that had fringe and beadwork, but flared like dresses in A’Dore and Blethos. The long feather hanging from the ear on the left side of her head. “I made a Venison and Three Sisters’ Stew.” I grinned, “So, there’s corn, squash, and corn.” Ceto pointed her big spoon at me, “That’s right, but there are other things, too. I’ve been told it’s very good and will fill you up and even keep you warm.” There was something nibbling at the back of my mind. Nothing about what they were doing was expected or asked for. Definitely not expected. Perhaps it was because Seth and I just discussed it. I was seeing a kind of pattern. As with most native people, the meal was served as we sat on the floor on thick pillows. There was a low table where large steaming bowls were put before us. It smelled delicious. It had the three sisters that were beans, corn, and squash, but also sliced red, green, and red peppers, onions, and chucks of meat. It tasted delicious, too and it did warm us up. Ceto knew these men would eat a lot and made plenty. Demetrius, Dara, Lukus, and Ceto ate with us. As things settled down, I leaned in toward Demetrius. “Why did you all do this?” Demetrius looked puzzled, “Someone I care about was doing a difficult thing.” “You did this for Toby?” I asked. Demetrius smiled a little embarrassed, “Of course, but I meant you, Erik.” “You said you weren’t my godparent anymore!” I stated smiling but in a low growl. Demetrius rolled his eyes and shook his head, “That’s just a title.” He waved that off. “I’ve been fond of you since day one. You are different. It didn’t take much longer when I realized I loved you.” He smiled at Seth, “And you became much more quickly after that. My feeling grew and hasn’t gone away.” He shrugged. “I was never far away.” “You said we couldn’t call you,” Seth said. “Which you hardly ever did when you could!” Demetrius replied. “There were times I couldn’t give you answers, but…” He pressed on his chest. “My feelings have gotten stronger and never lessened.” “Neither have ours,” I smiled. “I just assumed…” I chuckled. “I thought we wouldn’t see much of each other. I became attached to your twisted sense of humor.” “I thought you weren’t allowed to,” Seth stated. “You weren’t allowed by Him.” Seth pointing up. “Well…” Demetrius said using the word stretching it extra-long, “You know how He communicates with us.” He gave a wobbly shrug and nod, “No words exactly, just feelings and ideas. Some are very strong and understood better than words.” “Such as with Deena.” I offered. “Yes,” Demetrius nodded. “We heard stories about what she did,” Max said gently and softly. “How bad was it?” “She humiliated both of us,” I answered. “She wanted us to pay for the death of her father and brother. It was very bad.” “Erik and I don’t really discuss it,” Seth admitted. “She paid with her life.” “You appeared right when we asked for a child,” I said. “Getting Toby and Dennis has been more than rewarding. They are Seth’s and my sons. Why didn’t you take them? You and Dara would be great parents.” Demetrius looked surprised, “They are Sons of Adam like we are, but also because they are Sons of Eve, they would know they aren’t like us. Even if they learned to use some magic, the time to use it would be short.” I nodded, “Like you have over the centuries.” “That’s right,” Demetrius nodded. “My feelings have made His restriction was not as binding. I love both of you.” “We love you, too,” I grinned. “Fairy Godfather, Uncle, or any title you want,” Seth said, taking my hand, “You, Dara, and Lukus are family.” Lukus’ head came up surprised, “Really? You’re including me?” “Really,” Seth told him. “This whole thing was constructed,” I said quietly, “Wasn’t it?” “What!?” Demetrius gaped. “Thirty plus years ago, Arthur Thorne planned to kill the royal family of Blethos.” I began, “A plan he put in motion, killing the king’s wife and two sons. Only his two sons survived and were taken in by Arthur.” I smiled at them, but Lukus’ face was looking a little uncomfortable. “Then in A’Dore my brother didn’t want a princess or even a noble born woman to love. Ella wanted to go to the ball, but couldn’t because of her stepmother and her two stepsisters. Then comes Dara who uses her magic and gets Ella to the ball and wins the heart of my brother.” I was just getting started. “Then because Seth and Sam were thought to be dead, A’Dore was asked to make the decision as to who would rule!” I threw my hands out. “That would be an impossible task!” I held up my finger to make a point, “But! I heard the stories about my brother and Ella and wondered, would her mysterious godmother help me? If just to point me in the right direction. Everyone in A’Dore knew the story, so I asked Ella.” I waved at Demetrius, “And in comes Demetrius.” I laughed. “My life hasn’t been the same.” I held up my hand to stop any objections, “I won’t bore you what you know, but to have me choose among King Alexander’s family and I could marry a man! I didn’t know that was even bursa escort possible! But to have King Alexander’s eldest son be like me and want the same thing!?” I held up my hand and started to count off my fingers. “I was allowed to marry Seth, who fell in love with me. We’re sort of uncommon. My announced choice made a man born to be the next king by my choice, his birthmark said he was the new king, and Arthur’s introduction as a member of his house.” I did a circular motion in the air, “This whole situation was neatly constructed. Seth lost the throne, gained it back by me. And using our…not so mainstream passions, we did marry. There are too many variables to be random. Everything has happened to make us who we are.” Lukus sighed, “He’s right.” He said with reluctance. “Lukus!” Dara said in surprise. I chuckled, “My father taught me that too much coincidence is too much coincidence. This was planned.” “But not planned by us.” Demetrius said quickly. “What!?” Seth bellowed. “You knew what will happen?” “Not exactly,” Dara defended weakly. “What is it? Exactly.” Max asked. “We provided opportunity,” Demetrius said again. “We don’t make things happen. Dara didn’t make Ella and Christian fall in love, or you two to fall in love. You did that on your own and you’re far more common than you think.” He nodded again. “Just as in our communication with Him.” He pointed up. “There are some communicated messages that are pretty clear, such as when Deena kidnapped the two of you. The one about what was to happen to King Alexander was a vague one, but what happened to your family was set. It was going to happen. Arthur was going to strike a killing blow to King Alexander’s family.” Lukus nodded, “I provided the opportunity.” “But Arthur used it,” Dara added for Lukus as she pointed at Seth. “Arthur used it. You know Lukus didn’t do it.” I nodded, “I got that.” I leaned forward, “But you have a pattern. You normally make these spontaneous appearances just before something big is about to happen. Such as with Deena, the Creid or with Len Na. What’s going to happen tomorrow?” “Or at least in the immediate future,” Seth asked. “Or is this another test?” “When Deena got both of you,” Demetrius seemed to search his mind for what he needed to say. “That was a singular test to see in which direction you would go. You figured out where you would go. That was one outcome that couldn’t be determined.” “The simple truth is,” Lukus said. “Living is a test. You two have proven to be exceptional Human Beings.” “When you asked for a child,” Demetrius smiled, “we knew you two would make excellent fathers.” “Your priorities are straight,” Dara added. “Family first, then people after that.” “You approve of our parenting,” Seth said to qualify. Lukus shook his head, “It’s not our place to…” “Oh, drop Children of Lilith crap,” I growled, “Even with Toby coming with us now, are we doing a good job?” Demetrius smiled and sat back a little, “I’ll answer you, but I will ask you. You’ve never struck either of them, even when angry. Why?” “Teaching anyone to obey because I’m stronger than them doesn’t work with countries or children.” I stated simply, “Defend yourself, yes, but don’t obey because you’ll be hurt if you don’t.” “The Scriptures say spare the rod, spoil the child.” Lukus offere. with a smile. “Not exactly,” I smiled. “That phrase was in a poem later, the actual verse says; He who spares the rod hates the child.” I shrugged, “No one likes a spoiled brat. The Scriptures talked about discipline and guidance. It also spoke of; even though I walk through the valley of death, thy rod and thy staff comfort me.” I threw my hands out, “How can something punitive and painful comfort anyone!?” I pointed at Demetrius. “And we’re talking about two separate things. The staff defended the sheep from wolves, bears and other predatory creatures, the rod was used to guide in a direction. It wasn’t used to smack any of the sheep. A gentle nudge kept the sheep going where it was supposed to go. Guidance.” Seth was sitting back more looking at me, “How much of the Scriptures did you study?” I shrugged, “I’ve read the whole thing, the Old Scriptures and New Scriptures from beginning to end once. I studied certain books and passages several times over five years or so.” I saw Seth’s eyes widen which made me chuckle. “According to the Church our future afterlife depended on what is there and I sure as Hell wasn’t trusting anyone else to tell me the way to go.” I leaned toward Seth and stage whispered, “Besides, I knew what was wrong with me, so I looked for others like me written in there or a cure.” “Apparently,” Seth shook his head, “you didn’t find one.” “No,” I shook my head, “I didn’t.” I raised the finger to make a point. “I did find out much of what we hear in the Church isn’t true! Priests are just men. They have their own agendas and bias, I’ve only known two that were honest, but controlled by the Diocese about what they could share.” I leaned toward Max, “They got drunk on their own power and are manipulating people because they can.” I looked at Demetrius and pointed to him. “Then you come along and say you’re the product of Adam and Lilith, but like everyone else, you don’t know whether it’s true or not. The woman we met was Lilith. I know it, but I couldn’t question her. If she is as old as you say, her access to the magic has to be second only the Savior or God Himself.” Demetrius nodded with a smile, “And you’d be right. Now, as for your sons…” he waved as Toby, Thomas, and Val were in their own conversation. “Toby is a happy young man. He has never coward away from either of you. He loves you both! He doesn’t know fear. Deep down he is a very happy boy. He certainly isn’t shy. Do I approve of your parenting? You’re both parents of two happy, intelligent boys. Excellent parenting. Yes, I approve.” “Beginning a new era for people is huge!” Dara said. “And you have two going in the correct direction,” Lukus agreed. “And children are known to disobey. Mine did. Being a child of Lilith doesn’t mean you don’t have errors. There are no perfect parents.” I don’t know why that surprised me. Demetrius and Dara had no children, but that didn’t mean Lukus didn’t. Demetrius said no Child of Lilith had been born in two hundred years. Lukus was over six hundred years old. “How many children do you have?” I asked. Lukus smiled slyly, “Twenty-two.” “Twenty-two!?” Max balked. I chuckled, “Think about that for a moment,” I said, “When you age a year in a hundred years or so,” I looked at Lukus, “Does a pregnancy last longer for a daughter of Lilith, or was it a traditional pregnancy like the daughters of Eve?” Lukus laughed, “It was the typical ten lunar months. Being pregnant ten years would be unfair.” “I only gave birth twice,” Ceto smiled. “And their childhood?” I asked. Lukus grudged a nod, “Not really that much longer than yours.” He gave a wavering hand wave. “We mature just a few years longer than you do. At thirty we are about what you are at twenty. It slows drastically down.” I looked at Max, “Taking away the past two hundred years that leaves a few centuries for him to have twenty-two children. That’s plenty of time.” Max nodded with a shrug “I guess.” “One more time,” I grinned. “Something caused you to appear. What are you getting about this?” “This will have another open ending conclusion,” Demetrius nodded. “Unlike before,” Dara added. My eye narrowed, “As opposed to what it was before.” I said carefully. “Yes,” Lukus nodded. “The last few weeks?” I asked. Lukus shook his head, “You know it is. A few weeks ago, this trip was going to conclude with the addition of those two. It will be shorter.” Seth frowned as he thought, “Because we include them or don’t include them? I thought this was known and planned.” Demetrius shrugged, “No one is saying He doesn’t know. He knew exactly what was going to happen, but he left it up to us to decide. What we are free to go come or go, he just knew what that would be.” He thumbed himself, then Dara, Lukus, and Ceto. “We don’t know, but He does.” Theology often gave me headaches. I had a pretty big one brewing in my head now. Seth shook his head, “I don’t believe that.” “So?” Lukus shrugged. “Put that fact with what you said, it’s still irrelevant. It doesn’t make it a lie or make it true. It simply is.” “Okay,” I tried to be patient, but they were being their usual selves as fairy godparents and dangling the answer like bait to get us to bite. Ceto blew a frustrated breath, “Oh, my GOD! They do this a lot with you, don’t they?” She sat across from me, “You know that we can do things you can’t, so it won’t be a surprise now. You will meet someone that will bring you Wahkoowah, you will meet him and enjoy his hospitality a day and from there it gets fuzzy, and we can’t see through that fuzz.” “See!?” I said to Demetrius, “Now that was an answer.” Demetrius pouted a frown, “Sure, take away the drama and leave things boring.” “That’s a risk I’m willing to take,” I told them. “If I say zealot?” Ceto said carefully, “Do you know what I mean.” “They must be very hardcore zealots,” Seth began. “Dedicated,” I finished, “and militant.” “Yes,” Ceto nodded. Max frowned, “We had three zealots for the Church that came during the reign of King Mordor.” I turned back to look at Max, “Oh, I miss that bear of a man! He was a good and wizen king.” “That was what really convinced Yannick to trust you,” Max smiled. I shrugged and quoted the Creid Motto, “Whatever it takes.” Max nodded and burst out laughing with the Creid at the table laughing with me. I got a ghost of a smile from Seth. He knew I’d distracted Yannick by kissing him and it worked! Even after all these years, he was still a little jealous. He and Yannick were included as family now. That fact and Delta told all rational people, cheating by Yannick and me wasn’t going to happen. I loved Yannick like I loved Christian and Sam. All three were kings I was fortunate to know and my privilege to call family. I looked at all of them. I guess you had to have been there or Creid to see that as humorous. I’d have to make it up to Seth later. “I don’t have to ask if you know who is blocking you?” I turned to Demetrius, “You didn’t know who was blocking you from seeing Sam.” No,” Demetrius replied. “Could it be Wahkooha?” I asked. Ceto shrugged, “Maybe. I feel he has access to the magic; in a way we don’t know. It’s very strong.” Lukus chuckled, “Luckily, we don’t get punished every time a parent is disobeyed or we’d all be under arrest. Children can be so stubborn.” Seth and I looked at each other and remembered our headstrong son who often challenged and nodded at Lukus. “But not this one,” Seth pointed at Toby who had understood everyone as he could read lips easily, “I’m sorry,” Toby said. “I’m to blame for him trying to catch up with me,” Thomas confessed. “It isn’t safe for a Crowned Prince to travel alone.” Toby said logically. “It wasn’t safe for a Crowned Prince or a prince from both A’Dore and Blethos to travel alone.” Seth muttered quietly. I turned to Toby, “When we do the punishment, I want you to know what we’re punishing you for the disobedience, not for what you did it for. Do you know the difference?” Toby nodded, “Yes. Understood.” I turned to Thomas, “You’re on your own with my brother and my sister-in-law,” I chuckled. “Maybe if you spoke to them first?” Thomas suggested hopefully. I nodded, “Assuming we all make it back. This isn’t for fun.” Surprising Hospitality

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Subject: Brady Takes It Like A Man This is a fanfiction story with the characters Brady Black (Eric Martsolf) and Xander Cook Kiriakis (Paul Telfer). This story says nothing about the actors’ sexual references; it’s just fiction. Copyrights © NBC DAYS OF OUR LIVES ********************************* Brady Black comes back home late after work. He’s all tired and goes to his room upstairs at the Kiriakis Mansion. He takes off his jacket and unbuttons his shirt as soon as he arrived in his room. He’s not even halfway there when someone grabs him from behind. Slipping hands inside Brady’s shirt to feel up his big pecs. “Hello daddy!” A familiar voice says. Brady turns around and sees…. Xander! “Xander?!” Brady gets startled. “What are you doing man?” Brady asks while Xander keeps his hands on Brady’s pecs squeezing them. Brady releases a little groan while waiting for Xander’s answer. “I need a hole to fuck!” Xander reveals. “Wait what?” Brady is shocked and starts to try to get himself out of Xander’s clutches. However, as strong as Brady is, he can’t escape from Xander’s grasp. “Be still, big guy. It will all be easier.” Xander advises while he rips the last few buttons of Brady’s shirt open. “Let me go, Xander!” Brady demands while he keeps struggling to get free. “Hush now and just give me that cherry of yours!” Xander roughly pulls the shirt off of Brady’s shoulders getting the big muscle hunk shirtless. Brady gets roughly turned around to Xander and then pushed on the bed. Brady grunts when Xander pushed him. Maybe it was a bit too hard. “No Xander! Stop this!” Brady demands. Brady stares into Xander’s eyes. He notices the man is drunk. Xander continues by getting on top of Brady’s legs and undoing Brady’s belt and roughly pulling the pants off. Throwing the shoes from Brady off and pulling the socks off. “Are you afraid you’re not man enough to take my cock?” Xander teases. “I’m man enough!” Brady says angry. He doesn’t know why this agitates him. ‘What even is manly about taking cock? Moreover, bursa escort he could ask the same thing to Xander.’ Brady had some time to think. “Well show it then!” Xander replies. Brady gets angry at Xander not thinking he could handle some cock. “Fine!” Brady sneers. “Give it to me then!” Even after a bit of recollection, Brady was persuaded. Xander is taken off guard for a moment, but then grins. “We will see if you can take it.” “Shut up and do it!” Brady commands. Xander roughly pulls Brady’s underwear off. Brady’s dick still soft, but Brady spits in his hand and starts to stroke his dick. Xander enjoyss how Brady goes along with it. “What are you waiting for?” Brady asked, still keeping his dominance. “At least do something.” He continued. Xander spreads Brady’s legs. He strokes his dick, but Brady stops Xander. “What’s wrong? You are chickening out?” “No! If you really want a hole you need to thread it well so rim me!” Brady demands. Xander never rimmed a man’s hole before. Brady sees the confused look on Xander. “Thought you needed a hole?” Brady asks with a mischievous smirk. Xander nods, but still he doesn’t know how to thread a man’s hole. “It’s easy. Just pretend it’s a pussy!” Brady explains. “Right!” Xander says and dives at Brady’s hole. Brady feels Xander’s wet tongue poking at his rosebutt. The pleasure is amazing and soon Brady releases his first moans out of his mouth. “OH FUCK!” Brady says enjoying Xander’s rimming. To Xander it’s surprisingly tasty. For Brady, it is very pleasurable. Both men are experiencing things they never thought they would. “That’s it man. Rim my hole!” Brady says enthusiastically. Xander eats out that ass of Brady’s. Making it all wet and ready. Brady grabs the sheets while he enjoys the pleasure of getting rimmed. Xander starts to undo his belt and pants. “Oh fuck this is amazing.” Brady loudly admits, moaning and taking all of Xander’s tongue. Xander stops and removes his shirt. Revealing his big hairy chest and escort bayan rock hard abs. Brady looks at Xander. He can’t believe they are about to do it. The man he has lowed so much is about to fuck him and he’s even enjoying it. “Can I fuck you now?” Xander asks like a puppy wanting a treat for being a good boy. Brady stares for a moment at Xander. Looking at the man nicely asking to fuck him. He can’t deny it now. “Yes! You may fuck me now.” A big smile comes on Xander’s face and he removes the remaining parts of his clothes to get fully naked between Brady’s legs. Brady feels the suspense rising, seeing he is about to be fucked for the first time. “Here it comes!” Xander says and starts pushing his dick inside Brady. Brady realized he forgot to give Xander a bottle of lube or anything to make that monstrous dick wet. His eyes widens. He doesn’t want Xander to think he’s backing down. He just takes that big lump of meat that’s getting pushed all the way inside him. “FUUUCKK!!!” Brady howls. Xander gets his big cock lodged inside Brady’s tight virgin hole. Brady gripped the sheets tightly. Xander hangs now above Brady and grins. Enjoying having his dick deep inside Brady’s hole now. The pain and heat makes Brady sweat profusely. Xander thinks how hot Brady is when he is covered in sweat. Beads of sweat drop down on Xander’s face. Some of those were caught in Brady’s mouth. Surprisingly, Brady likes the salty tste of Xander’s sweat. “Now we’re gonna fuck!” Xander says and starts to move back and forth. Brady feels an intense pain by every movement Xander is making and it’s not getting easier while Xander speeds up the fucking. “Oh shit man!” Brady says while he gets pounded harder and harder. He feels his ass being stretched out every time. “Take my cock! Take all of it!” Xander says while he moans out of pleasure. He buckles Brady’s hips so that he can go in balls deep. Brady suddenly yelps, feeling a shot of pleasure by something Xander hits inside him. Xander keeps hitting that bursa escort spot and before Brady knows it he doesn’t feel any pain anymore, but only pleasure by getting fucked. Xander’s dick keeps pounding Brady hard. Brady grabs hold of his dick and starts to stroke it while being fucked. Xander lays his hands on Brady’s big pecs. He squeezes them while he keeps thrusting inside Brady. Brady keeps stroking himself, feeling he’s getting close to it. “OH FUCCKK!! DON’T STOP!” Brady screams. “Keep stroking it man. I want you to cum for me!” Xander says. There is something between the 2 men that has them agreeing to this sex. They mutually enjoy all the pleasure of it. Brdy then shoots a big load out of his cock landing on his stomach, on Xander’s stomach and covering his hand that was stroking it. “Wow, that’s a big load man!” Xander says being impressed by it. Meanwhile, Xander keeps thrusting inside Brady. Brady catching his breath and lets himself being fucked by Xander. Xander gives a few more thrusts until he feels he’s about to cum. He takes his dick out of Brady and gives his dick a few more strokes. Then Brady’s chest and abs get covered by Xander’s big load. 5 spurts of thick white sperm landing on Brady. “AAARRGHHH!” Xander growls while he cums. “Fuck that was amazing man! You really know how to take dick.” Xander admits being impressed by Brady. “Now never say I chicken out of anything!” Brady says. “No way! You’re a real man that can take dick!” Xander admits. “As long as you know it.” Brady replies and winks at Xander. Xander stands up and gets dressed. “Next time it will be your ass okay!?” Brady says laying there naked on the bed covered in sperm. Xander is surprised. “Maybe!” He says with a cheeky smile. “It will!” Brady promises. “Or are you going to chicken out?” He taunted. Xander grins and leaves Brady’s room. “Damn that I let him do this to me.” Brady says out loud. “That he made himself getting fucked.” Xander says out loud in the hallway and walks away with a big grin on his face. ********************************* If you enjoyed the story or have a request please send me a message For more stories from me, ook/groups/480903845719867 Please donate to Nifty for support to let this great site and it’s archive free, fty/

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Subject: Doctor Who, Jesse and Jeremy 160 DONATE so the Doctor, his pals, TRIO, ALEX RIDER, Will and Barry, and Peter Pan and Me can all continue their many adventures on this page! DONATE! Donate here: fty/donate.html 160 The Brig snapped but sounded as if he expected a rational explanation. “Yes, Doctor, what is that all about??!!! I’d like an answer as well!” “It was just after I first regenerated. They were able to easily brainwash me, use me, and then make me forget it all.” Flashback: The Doctor is in a punch fight with Mr. Finch in the TARDIS console room. Finch was yelling as he threw wild punches, “I’m stuck in this form thanks to you! But I’ll have your TARDIS!” The Doctor blocked each punch with Venusian aikido. “I’ll kill you first and die before I let that happen!” Finch didn’t let up. “So be it!” The TARDIS doors opened and they both fell out toward a number of suns colliding. The Doctor finished his story to his three companions. “They saved me but not Finch. But returning me to Earth…” “Yes, yes, yes,” Jesse frustrated, “We heard all this. How’d that explain this? You being here.” “I must not have been in my right mind,” The Doctor said absently. He took out the sonic screwdriver with one hand and held a file in the other. He turned it on and it made a low whirring sound. “When have you been?” The Brig laughed as he watched the Doctor put the sonic screwdriver, still activated, down on the desk…HIS desk, the Brig realized. The Doctor and Jeremy glared at him. The Brig dropped his smile. It was then he tried to ignore the sound the screwdriver was making and how it annoyed him…and he failed…He wanted to ask the Doctor why he had the sonic screwdriver out and on but there were other pressing issues. “Yes, I’d like to know as well,” Jesse defended the Brig. “I mean whaa da fuck?” “It’s happened before. Ever try to reprogram a computer after you’ve just regenerated?” “Can’t say that I have,” the Brig stammered. “You might get the chance,” the Doctor murmured. “What?” “Nothing. I must have been taken by them or found by them. Brought here, been asked to help them, helped them.” Jeremy turned to look at the Doctor, leaving his eyes off the hallway approaches. “You helped get the teenagers off the Moon base and from the time tunnel?” “Yes, some of them,” the Doctor stated. “The rest are here somewhere…” “K9’s getting them out,” the Brig said. “He’s here.” “What?” The Doctor asked, almost too loudly. He hushed himself, “Shhhh! Quiet!” “We’re quiet!” Jesse yelled. He slammed some files that were in his left hand into his right hand. Some fell out. The Brig knelt down to retrieve them. He picked them all up. By his face, the Doctor knew something was wrong. He snatched the files from his friend. “I know that look well enough. We’ve known each other a long time, Alistair.” “I…don’t…ahh…know…” “What is it, you two?” Jeremy asked. “We have to get out of here.” As the Doctor read each page in turn, Jesse read from over his shoulder. “Mac to those who knew him. Homeless. Deceased. Sheila, deceased. The OL, old lady. Deceased. Husband. Deceased.” “And there’s more. And more. Deceased.” The Doctor flipped to a new file. “Deceased. Deceased. Deceased.” “Deceased…” The Doctor made a face and looked as if he were going to cry. Jeremy turned to look at him and saw this. He held the door closed. “Look, Doctor, you can’t save everyone, Doctor.” The Doctor tapped his inside on his left lower lip with his tongue. “Don’t I know that better than anyone?” Jesse came around to the Doctor’s front. “Listen. Listen to me. Thanks to you more of those teens are, this very minute…” “Well, in the future, this very minute…” The Brig interjected. The Doctor and Jeremy looked at him. He moved back from their accusing stares. “…more teenagers are safe because of you. If it were not for you, they’d be dead. Tyler would be dead. AND you stopped the motorcycle monster…let’s not forget him…” “I know. It’s just I hate that they used some of the homeless. It’s just that I hate to lose anyone.” “We know you do,” the Brig admitted. “I hate losing any of my men in battle.” “And you’re going to say it’s a part of the job?” Jesse asked, a bit of accusation in his voice. The Doctor nodded. “Some of them have been lost in time, some probably dead. Others died outright in the time experiments…some might still be incarcerated here…” “How can we find them?” Jeremy asked. “I don’t know.” The Doctor said. “I didn’t see anything that would give us a clue to where they…most of these files are about bursa yabancı escort them though. I don’t even know if any of them are still alive.” He read every file. Jeremy checked the door and looked back. “Look, Doc, I know how you feel but what’re you doing? We really do have little time to get ourselves out of here.” The Brig stepped up to the Doctor and drew his larger frame to his old friend. “The boy’s right, Doctor…” “What ARE you doing?” Jesse asked, pulling the files. “It’s all right. I’ve finished.” The Doctor nodded. “You can discard those now.” “Discard?” Jesse put the files in the cabinet. “I was memorizing their names and times they were thought to be lost in.” “You’re going to try to find them, aren’t you?” Jeremy smiled as he looked back to the Doctor. “Eventually. I won’t forget any of them. I will find them if any of them survived lost in time.” The Doctor said. “I hate when I fail. Cause when I fail, people die and I hate losing lives. It’s such a waste.” Jesse put a hand on the Doctor’s shoulder. “You save more than you lose.” “I’d do anything to give people more time…it’s why I’m…” “What? What you do at night? Are you finding others who…” “More coming!” Jeremy eased the door closed to a crack and grit his teeth. The Doctor looked back into another file. He began talking to himself. “That could be the crucial circuit.” “What are you talking about, Doctor?” The Brig asked. “Agreed, yes. I wonder, could it be tripped? Well, I wouldn’t like to be around if it was.” Jesse lowered his body, almost doing a squat. “What are you thinking, Doctor?” “Oh, dangerous thoughts, Jeremy. Dangerous thoughts. Look, Brigadier. Warp crossover connected there, shutdown element there and…” The Brig asked, “Disaster?” “Well, only if the servo blew.” “Wouldn’t it destroy the entire base?” Jesse asked. Jeremy whispered to the Doctor, “You aren’t serious, are you?” “Well, it could be done. Tricky, and I hope not necessary as there might be homeless still in some rooms.” “Some of them are working with the Colonel.” “Yes. Perhaps willingly or brainwashed. Either way, I’m not sure they had much of a choice.” The Doctor folded the schematic and opened a small pocket on the Brig’s jacket, “Thank you, Brigadier. Put that away safely, will you? Jeremy, how are the fun and games over there?” “They’ve all passed us up. They wouldn’t even think that you’d come to your own office.” “Good, good. Then it’s time for us to blow this taco stand.” “Literally?” “No, no, Brigadier. You and I shall go that way and down the supply elevator shaft…that’s at the far end of this hallway and not the same one you boys came up.” “Doctor, I’m too old to climb down an elevator shaft with you. Again.” Jeremy raised an eyebrow as he looked back at Jesse, who shrugged. Jesse gasped. “Jeremy and I just came from the elevator shaft.” “Yeah,” Jeremy added, “Plus I’m tired. Fighting the entire army, navy, marines, even seals has made me that way. And while I want to get shafted, that’s not the way I had in mind or anywhere else for that matter.” “Oh, all right, all right,” the Doctor said. “There seems to be a sort of downward floor with a hand rail…” the Doctor turned and looked at the Brig. “…for you, Brigadier.” “And us?” Jesse asked. “The staircase. The guards won’t expect you there. They might even think you’re still in the elevator shaft.” “Oh, why is that?” Jeremy asked. It at that moment, the Brig couldn’t take the sound of the screwdriver. “Doctor, what is that infernal screwdriver of yours doing and why do we have to tolerate its persistent hellish sound?” “Overreacting much?” The Doctor smiled at Jeremy, “While we were talking, I was using the sonic on the main elevator shaft to open and close the doors on all the floors at different times.” The Doctor held his screwdriver aloft. “And melting their bullets?” Jeremy asked, with a grin gracing his handsome features. “Mmmm hmmm. But with the bullet melter in my pocket…” As he smiled at that, Jeremy opened the door for them to pass through. “After you?” “MMMMM,” the Doctor answered him and whispered, “Brigadier.” “No, no. I wouldn’t mind if you go first…” “Brigadier…” the Doctor sighed. “I think the boys should go first. That way if we’re captured, it would give them a head start. They’re much faster than we…than I…am.” “Brigadier?” The Doctor motioned. “We’ll probably all be killed. In any event of that or escape or capture, good luck to you both. Splendid chaps, both of you.” The Brig saluted the two boys bursa sınırsız escort as he followed the Doctor. “This way, Brigadier.” The Doctor led him to the open vestibule at the end of the hallway which sunk down with a ramp like feeling. Jeremy closed the door. “You ready?” “Do I have a choice?” “No—ah…” Jeremy answered. He peered out again. “It’s still all clear.” Jesse pointed. “The staircase, it’s that way. I saw it when he first came up here.” “I’ll go first,” Jeremy commanded and ran out toward the opposite end of the hall. Jesse quickly followed. “Ohh, this is dangerous,” Jesse admitted as he places his chin on Jeremy’s shoulder and his front on Jeremy’s back. “No other choice,” Jeremy opened the door, peeked into the stairwell and looked up. “We have to go up to the top. Even if we don’t meet any guards on the way, there’ll probably be at least one or two men at the door to the outside…” “IF we make it there.” “Be positive, Jesse.” “Mmmm.” Jesse frowned. They crept up the steps but Jeremy heard something. He looked below and saw two men in black garb coming up the steps with long, thin katana swords. Jeremy didn’t hesitate but grabbed the side of the rail and hopped down at them and floored them both with his feet. On his back, he used both feet to kick both men in the face to render them unconscious. He picked up the swords as he heard more feet coming up the steps. “Ninja! Keep going up!” Jesse ran up the steps. “Be positive, he says. Ninja he says!” Jeremy tilted his head down and gave his best demented face as more men came up the steps in black garb. Some had two swords, some had one. They looked about his age and older. “In any road of life…” Jeremy blocked every move made by the first man and knocked both his swords out of his hands quickly. He used the flat part of the sword to hit the man’s legs and down him. Another man took his place with one sword. Jeremy moved to block it and missed but sidestepped out of the way. “…if you should ever see yourself…” He moved in on the man and ducked down under the man’s sword. He slid the sword along the man’s hip to wound him instead of kill him but at this point, he wondered if he should kill these fuckers. The man fell back, both swords clanging on the ground. Jeremy jumped back so that he could ascend the steps. The next man tried to jab up the rail at him so Jeremy took his sword and slammed it down on the man’s sword, cutting it in two. “…better than others…” He turned to see another man, a short stocky Italian with an open black gi, muscled belly and chest. “STOP!” Jeremy made the man jump a bit so Jeremy turned the sword in his own hand and thrust the hilt into the man’s chin and knocked him down. Another took his place. “…YOUR journey and…” he twisted his swords around the tall man’s swords and easily made him drop them. “AND START OVER…” Jeremy nodded down to his swords but the man backed off. Jeremy snarled and jumped upward. “Cowards!” The next man, a tall Asian man who looked like Yoshi Sudarso, the blue Power Ranger in Dino Charge, long flowing black hair and tall stature, jumped at Jeremy. “He’s a kid, kill him! I’ll kill him!” Jeremy jumped further back. “An arrogant mind…” The Yoshi lookalike jumped up after him. “I’m gonna slay you. Run this right through your belly button.” “…is a faulty journey…” Jeremy flipped his swords into the opposite hand, confusing Yoshi as the tall man jumped at him, hair flying. He also yelled. Great, Jeremy thought, another screamer. Jeremy jumped but this time he jumped forward, surprising Yoshi and kicking the man’s stomach as the man swung at him. Jeremy swung and made Yoshi drop his sword. Yoshi ran for it, even as another man came running up at Jeremy leveled the sword and stuck the man in the stomach and unplugged him fast as to not kill him. “So sorry. You ran right into that one.” Yoshi hesitated before the picked up his sword. He looked at Jeremy as the boy moved up several more steps, taking out more men with his sword, him getting more aggressive with each step upward and with each new man. “No one is better than another,” Jeremy said as Yoshi pushed past wounded men to confront Jeremy again. “For everyone…” He met every blow from Yoshi tip for tip, side sword to side sword. As two other men attacked from Jeremy’s sides, hopping up the steps, Yoshi retrieved a second fallen sword and attacked from the front. Jeremy bowed and crisscrossed his swords as the two men from his sides attacked. He also did a side bend with his legs, stretching görükle escort one leg out and bending the other so he could move to his right, stab the attacker on his right, first, and then reversing the move to stab the attacker on his left. Both men were struck in the belly and deeply. They groaned and fell to the walls on their respective sides. “So sorry! But I’m beat and I can still beat you all.” “What about that arrogance and faultiness?” Yoshi had used the distraction to move at Jeremy again and nicked Jeremy just under his left arm and more toward his back. It was a mere scratch. “You can probably beat me. But you will not. Already I see your self-doubt edging in. You must have trained Eastern. Therefore you are aware of the Chi and the Tao. “For everyone has a lesson that can instruct others.” Yoshi raised his sword again and…stopped. He held it in midair. As other men ran up the steps at both of them, Yoshi went wide eyed and stared at Jeremy. “Therefore, we are all individual equals.” Jeremy threw his swords over the edge and the hilts hit two more men in the head and withdrew them from the chase. He then turned and ran for the next floor where he found Jesse waiting with the door being held. “I thought I told you…” “Fucking just shut the fuck up and run!” Jesse pulled him through the door and peeked down. He saw Yoshi fighting his own men on the steps. Huffing, the two tried to catch their breath at a corner. “What…” Jesse gasped, “Did you do to that guy?” “Nothing. Just told him the truth.” Yoshi killed about 14 men and one of them had ripped his Yoshi’s shirt at the belly. Yoshi realized he was wounded. “I couldn’t last much longer,” Jeremy gasped. “They’re very good.” A man came up the steps and shot Yoshi in the stomach. Yoshi went down and died slowly. “That was a gun!” Jesse gasped. “They must have found a way to override the bullet melter!” In the tunnel complex, Ann told the Colonel. “Our scientists found a way to get the guns working again.” “Good. Shoot the boys on sight and shoot to kill!” The Colonel called over a loudspeaker to his men. “Fuck!” Jeremy said. “We can’t outrun or out fight guns!” “This way,” Jesse said, “I remember the way out.” “Weren’t you blindfolded?” Jesse ran to a large metallic wall with a few doors on it. “Sure.” “And you can remember how to go where?” “Sure. It’s easy.” Jesse said. “And you thought I didn’t have any ninja skills.” “I seriously have to give you lessons on how to fight.” Jeremy opened the door and looked in. “Hey, I can fight…” “Yeah.” Jeremy looked at the 70 foot wall ahead. “Great. We’re kind of one floor up from where we started.” “I know but it does seem to be the only way up.” The Brigadier and the Doctor ran right into a large contingency of guards in the lowering corridor. They put their hands up. Jeremy looked at the floor in the new, wide open room. “That time tunnel complex is just underneath or so…” “I know, Jeremy, I know. But we’re above it so we’re past the real dangers… I hope.” “Nothing here. This room…” Jesse said, “It looks kind of weird.” “Well, everything about this place is weird.” They walked to the middle of the room. “See another door?” “No,” Jesse said, his voice reflecting the puzzle in his head. “It doesn’t make any sense. One door on that side for a room this big?” “There’s, ahh, some kind of control contraption over there…” Jeremy pointed to the far wall where a small box like device was. “Let’s go to it and see if it opens the walls or something.” “Okay,” Jesse moved to the middle of the room, Jeremy at his side. They moved closer to it, a vast expanse of floor between them and the door they just entered through. As they focused on the contraption, another gunshot made them turn directly away from it and react toward the wall they just came in from. “The Doctor!” “The Brig!” Jeremy gasped and the two of them ran toward that wall. “They’ve shot them!” The room was huge and they had to run to reach the one small door they had already entered by. Suddenly from behind the contraption on the wall, in a small alcove, emerged the weasel scientist. He grabbed a lever. “Oh, Mr and Mrs. Doctor!?” They stopped running and turned to see the weasel scientist. Before Jesse could say, “He’s stalking us,” the weasel pulled a lever on the contraption. Two trap doors opened under Jesse and Jeremy’s bodies and they fell through, arms in the air. Jesse’s shirt, loose fitting, flew up into the air, off his body and soon descended after him …into blackness!!! 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Subject: DOCTOR WHO, JESSE AND JEREMY 70 Oppressive heat of the summer glaring around the huge mansion overlooking the cliffs… “My name is David Collins. The house on the hill, Collinwood, my house, stands erect while inside, varied people have gathered, unaware they have been sent here by the lure of lay lines drawing them to the strange town of Collinsport, Maine and on this day of June 30th, 1976, my aunt has made a formal statement that the tourists who cannot find rooms at the Collinsport Inn, due to an overflow of tourists for the Fourth of July Celebration, may stay at Collingwood for a small, minimal charge. This charge will go to the Inn owner, Owen Wells, a guy I’d like to get know better…but events, the times I live in, and society keep me, keep us from acting. I’ve met two companions of the as yet unseen, unknown alien time traveler the Doctor. Jesse and Jeremy have taught me that to enjoy my life, I have to act. Right now, I’m trying to find out which of our guests might be their lover, the Doctor as he’s apparently changed his face due to an accident in time and space, and may also have lost his memory…no easy feat in this town, which even at the best of times has a wide variety of strange and seemingly alien characters hanging about…” Jesse clicked his fingers in front of David’s eyes to snap him back to the present. “David, c’mon, don’t wimp out on us now.” “Huh? Oh, oh, no.” David smiled, “And I think neither of you spoke to Daryl Devlin. He’s new in town I think. Or rather I think he’s been around a few times. He’s Burke Devlin’s cousin…” “He’s hot,” Jesse said as David pointed him out. “From England,” David added. “I bet he’s the one. He must be the Doctor…” Jesse put forward. “Oh but there’s another guy from England here, too. That blond guy over there. Alexander O’Connell. 54. Adventurer. Claims he stopped a mummy or two once.” David looked at them. “Okay, I’ll take the cousin,” Jeremy stated, “Jesse, you take the adventurer…and David, talk to that Kolchak guy…but be careful, he’s a famous reporter in our time…we’ll meet at the one we stay with the longest…” “Now’s our chance, the Banners just left,” David started moved to Carl Kolchak. “Mister, ahhh, Kolchak…” “Mister’s my dad, young fella, but you can call me Carl…” “Is everything to your liking, sir?” “Oh yes,” Carl said, “This is the best and rizzi-est place I’ve ever stayed in, that’s for sure…” “Good.” Yeah, spooky, too…” “Are you saying my home’s spooky?” “Yeah, huh, ahh ha,” Carl smiled his blue eyes at David while eating a small sausage on a stick and drinking champagne. “I am, I am.” David dropped the serious face, “It is, now that you mention it…” “Your aunt’s very nice to allow us to stay here for so small a fee. My boss, one Tony Vincenzo, will be glad it is such a small fee.” David laughed, “Well, my aunt’s had the house to herself basically, closed to the public for so many years. I guess she felt it was time others admired its…ahh, beauty…” Kolchak enjoyed his drink but he was always thinking and focusing on a story. “And it’s uniqueness…” “You here on vacation?” David laughed and decided to take a water from a waiter and he began to drink it as Kolchak gave his answer. “No, no. I’m doing an interview with a vampire.” David spat out a whole gob of water and just avoided hitting Carl, who stepped back just in time. David faked a laugh, “Surely, Mister …Carl, you don’t believe in such things as vampires…” “I do,” he said over the rim of his glass which was at his mouth. He downed it and smiled. “Your cousin, one Barnabus Collins. He wrote me a letter asking me to visit him. I’m thinking…it has something to do with my encounter with two vampires previously. One Janos Skorzeny and a female vampire Janos created when he was in Las Vegas. It may not happen today. See, he doesn’t know I’m here yet. I should have told him I was coming.” (and you can read that interview in Moonstone Press’s KOLCHAK: THE KOLCHAK CHRONICLES). David drank some water to clear his throat, “Carl, that’s something I would have strongly advised you to do. See, he’s always off on business in Bangor…I doubt he’s home. I tried to see him myself, earlier today, and he’s not there…and surely, you don’t think…you don’t believe my cousin Barnabus is…I can’t even bring myself to say it.” “I know. It’s a word people don’t say too easily around here, despite a ton of archived evidence to suggest it. Vampire. Repeat after me.” He laughed and put his drink down on a coaster on a table nearby. David wanted to puff, “Old men.” But he wasn’t going to rude. The former David, his former personality, might have. “What makes you think there really are …vampires, here?” “Come now. This town. I’ve heard about all the sightings of such…types of creatures…ghosts…” A man had entered the room. While David and Carl Kolchak didn’t notice him immediately, Jeremy who was already engaged in talking to Daryl Devlin…did. Jesse, who was happy to be talking to Alexander already, also noticed the 43 year old man. He moved with the agility of a much younger man, yet his face showed the strain of command. He was red headed, which Jesse noticed immediately…he loved redheads and short. He couldn’t have been much taller than 5’4 or even 5’3, Jesse guessed. Not that height mattered to him. The man also seemed dressed for summer but he bore the formal shirt of a man in charge of something in the Navy or the Marines. He saw the man speak to a waiter who pointed him toward David Collins. Jeremy also watched as the man moved to David and Carl and waited patiently for a break in their conversation before he intruded into it. “Ghosts?” the man said. “I am sorry to interrupt but I couldn’t help but overhear some of your conversation…” This is not good, David thought. “I’m sorry. I didn’t see you at the start of the party….” “I’m Admiral Harriman Nelson,” the man extended his hand and David shook it. He also shook Carl’s hand and Carl introduced himself to Nelson. “I…I, ahh, understand your aunt’s been very nice in allowing guests due to the hotel being overbooked…” “Yes, it doesn’t happen often but…” “I’m here, almost forced to by my men…” “Admiral Nelson, you…you are the creator of the atomic subs…” “Not so loud,” Nelson nodded, “That’s me…” “You’re quite well known,” Carl said. David hoped this path of conversation would take them away from vampire and ghosts, especially Barnabus. “Yes, well, the thing is, I’ve just had a remarkable encounter with what I think might have been a ghost,” Nelson said. “Do tell.” Carl said, without blinking, as if ghosts and monsters were things that naturally occurred. “I mean organisms from outer space, even things from the deep, those I can understand, classify, believe in,” Nelson nodded. “Well, do you believe in God, Admiral?” “Why, yes, of course.” “Then…” Nelson laughed, “I see what you mean. Uh, Master Collins…” “David, please.” “David. I’ve had my bags brought in…” “I’ll see to them and give you a room.” “Thanks.” David hurried off, not even giving Carl a suspicious glance. He was sure the reporter who noticed everything would notice that. “You mean aliens?” Carl asked Nelson. “Do you believe in them, Mr. Kolchak?” “Oh, yes, yes, I’ve seen or rather haven’t seen one myself. It was invisible. One could see however, the bone marrow it sucked out, rather visibly.” “Disturbing. But Interesting.” Nelson nodded, “The one I saw, a ghost I mean, he was named Krugar.” “His first name wasn’t Fred or Freddie, was it?” “No, no. Gerhardt. He was German…” “The one I’m thinking of also was of German descent, however he lived here, in America…on Elm Street…” “No, I…perhaps they’re related somehow but this man was a U Boat Captain during World War One…” “Tell me more…” Jesse was chatting to Alex, “Wow, you’ve seen some times in your life…” “Yeah, thanks to my parents. They’re pretty wonderful…a bit on in years now though.” Dick Grayson came up behind Jesse and offered him a drink. “What’s he got that I haven’t…” “Dick,” Jesse turned, surprised. “Hey, I’ve got that,” Dick smiled and offered his hand to Alexander, “Dick Grayson…” “Nice to meet you,” Alexander smiled. “So you’ve been to Egypt ?” “Yes,” Alex said, “But enough of my bragging.” “No, no, I’m curious,” Jesse drank the drink Dick handed him. “Ever come across any mummies that weren’t real mummies?” “What do you mean?” Dick wondered also. “Yeah, that’s a bizarre question.” “Well,” Alexander remained bright, “Mummies are bizarre…” “I mean like, well, you know, ahh, uhm, huh, uh, ROBOTS!” Jesse blurted. “Robots?” Alexander nodded, “No, can’t say that I have but I wouldn’t put it past some people to have robotic mummies…” Dick sipped his own drink, “Me either…” “What’d you mean?” Alex asked, his British accent hitting home in the hearts of both boys. “Oh, just that…” Jesse enjoyed watching Dick squirm at the covering up of the fact that he was Robin. Sure enough, some villain he and the Batman faced must have had robot mummies. It was almost standard issue among a sampling of evil menaces to have at least one among them that used mummy robots or robots of Frankenstein, Dracula, and the Wolfman. Dick went on, “In my town of residence…” Jesse scoffed, “Residence?” He laughed. Dick continued, “…stranger things have been known to happen…” “You are so cute…” Jesse said, then realized he said it out loud. “Thanks,” Robin…er, Dick, blushed. David rejoined Jesse and nodded to Dick. David gave Jesse a nod no which was not lost on Dick. “There’s this new man, Admiral Nelson…” “Excuse me, I wanna get a …I might want to ask him for a job…” Jesse moved off to get round Nelson and Kolchak. He pretended to be sipping a coke this time as he took one off a tray. When Jesse walked away from David and Dick, David felt the need to make an excuse for Jesse, “He might want to join the Marines or the Navy…” Dick nodded a confirmation but deep down he knew David was lying and Jesse was covering something up. A waiter passed by so David stopped him and looked at Dick, “Weenie?” “No, it’s Dick….” “I remember your name,” David said, “I checked you in myself…” He chuckled. “Yeah, I remember that,” Dick smiled and took a small frank from the waiter, “Thanks.” Jeremy had introduced himself to Daryl who seemed suddenly nervous as Burke Devil, his cousin moved out of the room to talk to Carolyn and Liz. Daryl had been talking to Maggie Evans and Joe Haskell but the couple left the room to go to the kitchen area. Apparently they were intimate with the house and had free run of it. Jeremy kept trying to stare Daryl in the eyes but Daryl kept avoiding direct eye contact. Jeremy thought this rather strange. “I’m sorry, Jeremy is it? Maybe we can chat later. I’m pretty tired,” Daryl said in perfect British accent. He sounded like the Doctor. Jeremy looked into the eyes directly. “Still jet lagged?” “Jet lagged?” Daryl asked, “What’s that?” Everyone knows the expression jet lagged, Jeremy thought. He’d been in other countries and knew this for a fact. Japan. England. Scotland. bursa escort bayan Australia and New Zealand. “The plane ride?” Jeremy dipped his shoulders and stood up straight again. “You know, the trip.” “Oh, yes, of course,” the British accent came forth again. Jeremy melted from it but he had to focus. Was this the Doctor? Jesse, in front of Nelson and closer to him than to Kolchak, made direct eye contact with Nelson as he drank and while taken with the blue eyes and red hair, he spotted a deep intelligence that could have been Time Lord…somehow he knew that this man had faced a few alien threats in his time and perhaps seen some stranger things than even aliens. He nodded to himself and while some things fit, he knew somehow that this was not the Doctor. He hoped he was correct in his instinct and the judgment and yet…so many people in this room could have been the Doctor. He saw Ms. Halliwell taking the baby out of the room… Gosh, if the Doctor’s a female…he didn’t know how’d he react to that. He spotted Jeremy who was watching Daryl leave the room…and he moved over toward him… Daryl smiled but Jeremy knew it was fake, “Yes, the plane ride. It was rough and it seemed to take forever to get here but it was a few weeks ago…” Funny, Jeremy thought as Daryl moved away, he thought David told him that Daryl arrived just a few days ago. He cursed himself for not taking more mental notes. But he was tired and he was getting troubled by seeking and not finding the Doctor. Perhaps Jesse was right: this was not the way to find the Doctor. Then what was? Jeremy stopped as Daryl left and said his goodbyes to him even while moving toward the exit. Once Daryl moved out of the room, Jeremy bolted to trail him. He moved outside into the large foyer area. “What the hell?” He looked right to left and back again the other way. Daryl was no where to be seen. Jesse came up behind him and leaned one arm against the grandfather clock behind the both of them, “Any luck?” Jeremy nodded, “No,” still preoccupied with finding Daryl and wondering how the man in the suit could have moved so fast as to get up the steps or out the front door. “Maybe you’re right, maybe this is…” Jesse nodded, “No, don’t think that way. I thought about something else…what if…well, what if the Doctor’s a woman?” “I’ve been thinking about that all day, too, ever since we met that caretaker’s wife,” Jeremy admitted. “You don’t think she’s the Doctor?” “No, but,” Jeremy looked around, “That guy that just left, he kinda fit the bill. Anyway, we’ll cross that bridge when we, if we come to it. If the Doctor’s a woman, we’ll…at least I’ll still love him.” “I will, too,” Jesse put his arm on Jeremy’s back. “But it’ll be weird.” “Watch that,” Jeremy shrugged from under Jesse’s touch as more guests passed in and out of the room. “We have to be careful…” “Jer, I know, you’ve told me like a hundred times,” Jesse frustrated. “And frankly, I’m getting sick of it.” “I know,” Jeremy frowned, “It’s this time…” “No,” Jesse rounded on him physically, “It’s you along with this time. You have to be so careful to cover it up…” Jeremy laughed, annoyed, “Look who’s talking. Who was Mister I don’t wanna come out and now…” “I…” Jesse frowned now. “I know but it’s so upsetting me, that like…well like we just came out and now we’re holed up in this time…” “We might be for a long, long time, too.” “It can’t be THAT bad for gays here,” Jesse pleaded. “We have to stay focused. We have to find the Doctor, that’s gotta be number one priority…man…that Doctor…” Jesse forced a smile, “He sure does get to making our lives….” “What?” Jeremy forced a smile, too. “Interesting,” Jesse said. “I’m gonna go…” he faked a touch to Jeremy’s jacket lining, an open handed nudge like a cat might do to a brother or sister when playing, “…take a shower…” “Okay, I’m gonna stay down here for a little while longer and take a look at some of the others and some of the new arrivals…” “You do that,” Jesse nodded and said almost without accusation… Jeremy curled up one side of his lip in frustration. David and Dick came out of the room. Jesse looked, “Oh, guys, see you later. Nice meeting you, Dick. I’m gonna go up to my room.” “Want some company?” Dick said and didn’t realize it came out. He gulped in the thought of the others realizing it was a proposition. Jesse looked Jeremy in the eyes, “Sure. Why not?” As the pair walked away, Jeremy stared at that them, Jesse looking back at him for a moment as he mounted the steps. Jeremy wondered if that was all Jesse would be mounting this evening. David sighed as he too, watched them, “That guy gets all the dick.” “Yeah, he’s gonna get all of Dick in a moment…I’d bet,” Jeremy joked. “Trouble?” “No, just we’re both discouraged by this search.” “You thought it wasn’t going to be easy.” “I know, David, I know. What about his cousin Barnabus of yours?” “I don’t know when he’ll back. I told you.” “Yeah.” “Are you sure you’re all right?” Jeremy asked, “What?” Then he saw how worried David’s face looked. He smiled, “Oh, yeah…Jesse can be a little temperamental at times. I guess so can I sometimes…” “I don’t believe that. Are you mad at him for Dick…” David nodded his head toward the steps. “Oh no. We have an open relationship. We can fu…we can love whomever we want to love…” David smiled and put a fist in his hand, “That sounds so cool. I wish I had that.” “Maybe some day you will.” Jeremy said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that to sound…” “No, it’s alright…I doubt some day will ever come…nor will I…” Jeremy laughed, “No, it will.” “Truth is, I think I’d be jealous and not at all okay with sharing my guy…” Just then Owen Wells walked in the front doors. Jeremy saw David’s expression change. His eyes got wide, his face flushed and then turned pale. “What is it?” Jeremy turned to a hot guy, not much older than David, maybe by a year or maybe the same age, he wasn’t sure. Owen had dark tan-brown hair, deep brown eyes, was lean and fit and wore a brown jacket with a button down light green colored shirt. He whispered, “That him, isn’t it?” David ignored him as Owen came to them. “How’s the profit?” “Hello,” David smiled. Owen put his hand out, “Hello. Sorry,” he eyed Jeremy as he apologized, “I’m just worried about my abilities to run the Inn…” “I know,” David said and introduced Jeremy. “Hiya. How are you? I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be so business conscience…” Jeremy blinked and kept his eyes shut for a time before opening them, “Quite understandable. I don’t think you’ll have anything to worry about. Especially not about money…” Jeremy gave David a knowing look, David blushed. “It…uhm, it’s nice meeting you, Owen. I’m going to go get something to eat in the kitchen and then maybe get some rest for a bit…this summer heat makes me tired and hungry… ” Owen smiled. “Yeah, it makes me something else, you know what I mean?” “Owen,” David chastised him. “It’s alright, David, don’t be so serious,” Jeremy laughed and moved off. As he did, he winked at David and made a wave with his hand to show how foxy he thought Owen was. En route to the kitchen, Jeremy passed by the major observatory room’s large archway entrance. It was laced with stone gargoyles inside and outside. The laced windows lined the room allowing the sunshine in. A group of dark clouds began to move in, thus the sunshine was interspersed with bouts of calming dark shade. It seemed to threaten to rain. Jeremy didn’t care about that now. He wouldn’t mind it. In the room, he saw a plainly dressed man, bare feet, plain pants, brown short sleeved button down shirt, and oddly for indoors, a floppy hat with a small brim. And long dark brown hair, intermingled with some gray. Outside, Jeremy thought he heard an American Bald Eagle shouting its positive appraisal of this man. Jeremy moved into the room of twenty four paintings slowly as to not startle the man but the man looked up calmly. “I…” Jeremy was amazed at the man’s demeanor, which seemed to radiate peace and tranquility. His breath was almost taken away. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt you…” The man bowed. “You… seem…troubled…” He spoke gently and with precision as if every word meant something. When he spoke, he had looked up and Jeremy could see that the man was some kind of mix: Asian, probably Chinese he guessed and maybe American. He had the coloring of the Chinese but not as …for lack of a better way to think of it, yellow pigment. He had the slanted eyes though and the hair resembled Chinese men’s hair…mostly. “I…I am if I’m honest with myself.” “Sometimes…being…honest…with oneself…is all..that ….we have.” The man waited for Jeremy to explain. Instead Jeremy just said, “It…it’s complicated.” He turned to go, “My name’s Jeremy,” he said as he turned back to the man. “Kwai Chang Caine. As…was…my…grandfather. I…will…help…you.” Jeremy smiled and walked closer to the man and bowed. “Nice to meet you. Are you here alone?” “Presently. I hope to meet up with younger members of my family at the celebration.” “Can you teach me how to do that stuff you were doing?” “Kung fu?” “Yes and meditating and sh…stuff like that?” “I can.” “I’m afraid I haven’t much money if any to pay you for it.” Caine bowed, “You are a friend of the man who owns the house?” “David? Yeah.” “Then I shall be repaying a debt he has paid me by allowing me to stay here. I offered other services such as gardening, healing herbs but…” he easily shrugged one shoulder, “…they have no need of that at this time.” Jeremy laughed, “Okay, if you think it’s okay. You know,” he chuckled, “When I first came past the room, I thought you might be another of the house’s ghosts…” Caine looked around the ceiling. He nodded to Jeremy, “Yes. This house has many ghosts and troubles.” “When can I start?” “Now is good if it is for you.” “Sounds good to me. I need to be settled somewhat.” Once in the room he was sharing with Jeremy, Jesse began to take off all his clothes. Dick looked nervous, “But…the door…I’ll get it.” “Yeah I’m a bit of an exhibitionist when I get the chance and being in this…day and age, it’s not really, oh fuck, why’m I talking so much?” Dick moved to the bed seat, in front of the bed, “I don’t know. But you should be more careful.” Jesse finished taking off all his clothes, leaving his pants to come off last. As he did this, in fact, the whole time he was undressing, Jesse was watching Dick Grayson, who sat nervously on the bed. “I…I have to take a shower…” Dick came to cover his lap with his hands, “Do you?” Jesse walked over to him, eyeballing him and kept having to move around so as to make direct eye contact with Dick. “Yeah, I do…but not until I get all dirty…with you…” Dick didn’t wait for Jesse to get closer. He rose up like some …some bat and came at Jesse, grabbed the back his blond head and kissed him roughly. Jesse grabbed Dick around the shoulders and put his arms around him but then found himself flung to the canopy bed. Dick roughly wrestled Jesse down and was on top of him. Jesse gasped nilüfer escort as Dick began to lift Jesse’s torso, tearing down his own shorts first and while Jesse lifted Dick’s shirt off. The hot bumps of a full eight pack showed. Then the shirt lowered as Dick grabbed Jesse’s hands… “What’re doin?” Dick slapped Jesse’s hands away and began to take off his own shirt. He did this quickly. Dick took his own shirt over the top of his head, pushing Jesse down on to the bed, back first again. Jesse looked up and saw a full view from below of muscular torso, all hot and sweaty, dripping in fact, a full eight pack washboard, bumps for his love cum to fill. “Do this a lot, do you?” Dick blushed, “No….not a lot…” He moved his dick to Jesse’s ass hole and shoved it in hard. Jesse gasped and yelled out loud. “Have you and…” as he was pounded, he couldn’t help but yell, “BATMAN! Done this….” Jesse puffed and sighed second after second as he took the wrath of Dick’s onslaught. Dick didn’t pause in his fucking Jesse’s ass, “I…Batman?” “Shit, fuck, piss. FUCK!” Jesse gasped as Dick pounded his ass with force. Jesse reached up and as Dick lowered himself, bending down, he hugged him and felt up his back, his chest, he was tight and muscled. A force to be reckoned with. Not one ounce of fat on his entire body, more than his own or Jeremy’s. He was totally HOT! “FUCK! I didn’t mean to let you know I knew! FUCK ME FUCK ME! I MEAN IT FUCK ME! HARDER! HARDER! DAMN THAT’S GREAT! FUCKIN HURTS! I LOVE IT!” “YOU’RE SO FUCKING HOT! TIGHT LITTLE MUSCLE ASS!” “I WANT’CHA TO CUM INSIDE ME! FILL ME UP WITH YOUR ROBIN RESIDUE!” Not one to stop, Dick cam inside Jesse. Jesse looked up as Dick did so. Although he hadn’t asked Dick to wear the Robin outfit…he hadn’t planned on revealing he knew Dick was Robin the Teenage Wonder…he imagined what Dick would look like having sex wearing the Robin get up. Red vest open to reveal bulging, tight chest, firm nipples, abs coming through the bottom that was not buttoned together. Jesse’s hands felt up Dick’s tight leg muscles. Mask on eyes. Semi longish hair falling to the ears and a bit lower. Sweat falling off them. Jesse gasped, “I didn’t mean to let you know I knew.” Dick gasped, and finished cumming inside Jesse and unstuck him. “How’d you? Who told you?” “I just guessed it, I guess. I kind of just knew. Gotham City. Returning there and going to New York where those hot Teen Titans are…” “HOT?” “My time…my word for foxy…” “Batman and I…well, he never. I mean he and I …it’s not our thing. We’ve thought about it but I’m more into guys my own age, you know?” “Yeah. I’m into guys thousands of years older…no, really, mostly any age will do provided they’re not looking like Methuselah.” Dick laughed as he kept himself hard with his hand on his dick, “Yeah, me. …I like Garth….Tempest, formerly Aqualad; Green Arrow and his sidekick mostly, Arsenal and I have done it. Greenie’s bi. And of course, Speedy, the Flash’s sidekick, Bart. Beastboy…is an animal in bed…” “Okay enough of your conquests….braggart!!!” “Loves. I love them.” “I’m just teasin you fucking cock tease! But now….” Jesse threw Dick over, “It be my turn!” Dick laughed as Jesse took him in the same position. “You can do this?” He pulled Dick’s torso up so that Dick’s head and shoulders were perpendicular to the bed and the ass was face up. Jesse pushed the legs down. “Acrobatic, huh?” “Yeah, I’m okay!” Robin had no body hair. Jesse was even more turned on. “Perfectly shaved, man!” “Batman does that. Body hair slows you down when you’re swimming in the water. When you’re running…” “Sure you and Batman aren’t?” “No, I…I was too embarrassed to ask Alfred to shave me so…” Jesse rubbed his hand from Robin’s lower ankle up his leg to his thigh, hip, butt and back again. He did this with both hands on both sides. “DANG! Can you hold that? How long?” “Oh, I’d say about ten minutes…” “Cool! Hot! Fucking foxy!” Jesse was standing over Dick’s body with Dick’s ass face up, legs, head and shoulders down in different positions. “OKAY, DOUBLE JOINTED beauty, here I CUM!” Jesse shoved, his legs apart, his dick dangling below. He shoved his dickhead into Dick’s perky asshole, the ring waiting…” He shoved and came back up and shoved again. He shoved and shoved and shook, sideways and up and down, rubbed it around inside and out, smeared pre cum all over Dick’s ass area and around the hole in particular, all it feeling tight and yet somehow soft too. After some routine practice and movements, Caine told Jeremy, “You already possess some kind of self defense.” “Yeah. Is that bad?” “It has helped you and it will help me aid you in getting even further in your self discovery.” Definitely not the Doctor, Jeremy thought. He was too self introspective and self aware as well as settled with himself. He seemed more enlightened than the Doctor ever did and it struck Jeremy as very, very nice. “Good. I hope I can get half as relaxed as you.” “There could be dark times ahead.” “I know it looks like the clouds that the weather men have been talking about are finally showing up.” “I was not referring to the weather.” “Oh. Somehow I thought that’s what you meant.” “You have seen …God…” “Yeah.” “Take that. Use that. Make it your own. Make your experiences your own. Everything that is, everything that has come to you, everything and everyone that you are a part of. That they are a part of. Everyone is connected…” “Connect to me again!” Dick yelled as Jesse fucked his asshole over and over from a standing position. Jesse sucked in air and spat it back out, his own hair blowing from his own breath as he was consumed by fucking Dick. Dick was on his shoulders and head, his body twisted so that his asshole was up and his legs were down. Bent but all the way over. Legs down. Jesse looked at the hole and filled it with his own man juice as he erupted. He shoved his dick in as it erupted. This meant he cam over Dick’s ass and as he did, he shoved it into the hole, the cum making it slide in better, thick and tight, Dick yelling, Jesse yelling. He shoved it to the base and it felt so good. Chills ran up and down Jesse’s whole body, his tits were tight and he was cumming down into the Boy Wonder! Jesse felt he was not only pounding Dick’s ass but his own entire body was taking a beating. He gasped and it echoed as he kept shaking his body and his moans of delight came out as exaggerated bursts of yells. His cum filled Dick’s ass and spilled out and over the cheeks, dripped down the muscled legs, and spilled on Dick’s own eagerly re-growing penis! Jesse unstuck him and let more cascade out his dickhead and used one hand to hold it and the other hand to hold himself steady on Dick’s hard hip. He made sure all the cum came out of him before he was ready to stop. Just as he was about to collapse next to Dick, Dick reached up with both hands, grabbed him, while sliding himself up and pulling Jesse down. “OAFFF!” Jesse gasped as he hit the bed on his back. Dick leaned over him. “I go again!” “You’re an animal!” Jesse laughed. “A total animal!” Dick held Jesse’s legs up and Jesse held onto the bed with both hands. “Can you take this?” “Sure can!” Jesse gasped. Dick was standing up, holding Jesse’s ankles up. He made sure his dick connected to Jesse’s asshole and he ploughed into it with his dickhead fully erect again! Jesse squirmed, “OHHHHHHHHHHFAKKKKKKKKYAAAAAESSSS!” Dick let go of Jesse’s left ankle and put his right hand on Jesse’s butt cheek to hold him in place as he shoved his dick in. This time it went in not as fast but Dick did that purposefully. He moved it in really slow and slid it in and then whipped it fast. Slid in. Whipped out. Jesse groaned with delight each time. Jesse’s hands grabbed Dick’s legs, moved at times up to his butt cheeks. He could feel Dick’s muscles tightening and untightening as he pushed in and pushed out, slid in and slid out. Then Dick reversed his motion. He shoved in hard and took the thick veined cum filled love sword out slow. “Slow….slow…slow,” he would say as he did this. “Oh, you’re killing me! Feels so goodah!!!! ARGH!!!!” “Glad you like it!” Dick came and pulled out and as he let Jesse go, Jesse’s body moved forward. Jesse put his hands out to land with the palms face down on the bed. Dick shot a huge load all over Jesse’s bare silk sweaty back! He began to smear it further over Jesse’s back so that it dripped over his shoulders, down his arms and legs, even waterfalling over his ass cheeks. Jesse felt the strong hands at his neck, massaging it with cum, gripping his shoulders. “Oh, that feels great,” Jesse closed his eyes, gasped some more and shot a load under him and exhausted, laid down on the bed. He felt his own cum under him, a pool of hotness and wetness. His dick settled into it and kept hard. Dick continued his ministrations, then finally tired, laid next to Jesse and draped on arm over the cummed on back. Jesse felt his bod involuntarily shake under Dick’s touches as if he were having seizures. As Jesse turned to his side, to face outward, Dick began to fingertip Jesse’s ankle, bending up and over, then finger tipped from there up his entire side, lining his leg, hip that was facing up, a slight side trip toward Jesse’s belly button, to feel inside, and feel the very sparse peach fuzz on Jesse’s belly, then back to lightly touch the side abs, ribs, up to his arm pit. This touch was different…easier, lighter. Jesse felt mini convulsions at each finger…all five…at the points they touched his skin. He was chilled at each touch and warmed. Dick moved his light finger touch to Jesse’s traps and then back again to go up his arm, shoulder and neck. When he reached Jesse’s mouth, Jesse pulled himself out of his pensive thoughts as he was staring into space. Jesse devoured Dick’s fingers into his mouth. He tasted Dick’s cum mixed with his own as Dick had touched the bed with Jesse’s cum on it. “Mmmmmmm.” Jesse turned to face Dick now, their dicks mingling like swords as they swayed and played some more. Finally, they stopped and rested, turned toward each other on their sides. Dick asked, “What’s wrong?” Jesse nodded, “You wouldn’t understand.” “Try me.” “Already been there, done you.” Jesse smiled. “No, really,” Dick smiled at the joke. “I was looking for someone…” “Aren’t we all?” “No, a friend down there…” “Now, you have a friend….” Dick nodded to his crotch, “Down here…” He frowned, “I’m sorry…go on…” “T’is okay. I mean I wonder if I’m out of my universe altogether. Superheroes. I think my friend Jeremy who you met and I are stranded in an alternate or parallel universe where our TV shows and comics and stuff are real. I was half expecting to see Endora from Bewitched, Jeannie Nelson, Siegfried from Get Smart, or …or I dunno, the face challenged Herman Munster, even weird Mortica Addams down there.” “Are you lumping me in with the face challenged or saying I’m as weird as the Addams Family?” “You’re face is a challenge…” Jesse took a hand and put it behind Dick’s head as he brought his own lips closer to türbanlı escort Dick and kissed him softly. “A challenge to overcum…” “Thanks,” Dick said. He lifted Jesse over him physically. “Wow! Damn! You’re really that strong!” “Really THAT strong…” Dick lifted Jesse’s asshole over his dick head and lowered him onto it, asshole first. “DOWN!” Jesse arched his back. “Oh shit!” “Up!” “Oh man, I feel it all the way through me! FUCK!” “DOWN!” “UGHAAAA!” “UP!” “DOWN! UP! Down!!!” “Oh damn!” Jesse looked down and saw his own dick elongated against Robin’s firm tight eight pack, the head bounced and caught in the belly button only to pre cum it up again…and to be ripped out again as Robin gasped… “UP!” Jesse felt his dick rip out of the wide navel and then as he was raised on the man pole… “DOWN!” He felt it go down into the navel again. This happened a few more times and finally he cam quickly all over Robin’s stomach which tightened and untightened. He grabbed Robin’s arms and felt strong biceps. It was as if Dick were working out with him as the weight! Robin slid into Jesse again and said, “UP!” Looking down and then up in ecstasy, Jesse felt his dick leave behind his own cum behind, droplet rings spinning from dickhead to belly button! One cum line hit Dick’s own penis shaft and made the ride back DOWN! again wetter and faster. “Whoppie!” Jesse yelled like a cowboy! Finally totally spent, they collapsed again and lay next to each other.. “Now, get out…” Dick smiled. “It’s my room…” Jesse laughed. “Oh, yeah…” “Issues much?” Dick smiled, “Just a joke…” “The truest things are said in jest,” Jesse rolled over and rolled off the bed. Dick turned his legs over the side, “You…you’re not mad?” “Mad? Me?” Jesse threw his shoulders up and his chest out, “Never.” He moved over to the bathroom. “I just have to take a shower. You can stay if you like…” “I’ll ahh, take these out to the laundry crew,” Dick said, removing the bed sheets. “Thanks,” Jesse said, “But come on back if you want to. I like talking to you…” “And that’s not all.” “Yeah,” Jesse laughed, “But I’m really glad I met you…aside from the sex, you know?” “Yeah,” Dick shrugged, “I guess so…just not used to guys…you know, declaring that.” “I’m sure it’ll happen to you again,” Jesse said, “Plus I think you might have forgotten others in your past who’ve said that. I mean the sidekicks of Aquaman, the Flash, and Green Arrow? All of em are hot and all of em must love you. You’re a real looker…” “Thanks,” Dick said, rolling the bed sheets up in a big ball. He put them on the floor so as not to wet it. Then he began to dress as Jesse went into the shower. Jesse looked out the window in the stall as he let the water wash his body. As he let water wash over his hair and drip down his face, his lips, his chin, dripping down his neck and between his pecs, he thought about the Doctor. The line of water went down his upper abs to his navel, pooled in there, then came out and dripped down to his crotch. He picked his head up and looked out the window. A light rainfall began as the sun slowly made its way downward. It wasn’t quite yet dark but it was starting to move into the mid-early to later evening hours. Jesse began to sing… “Staring out at the rain with a heavy heart…it’s the end of the world in my mind…” Jesse recalled seeing the end of the universe…the blasts that destroyed the entire universe and shook the TARDIS with him, the Doctor and Jeremy inside… he also remembered seeing the dark polluted future Earth circa 3999999 AD where the three of them had to rescue a black man named Erick and return him to an Earth rocket where his “wife”, an Indian man named Jungo was. He recalled kissing the Doctor’s chin; Jeremy touching the Doctor’s back…the junkyard in space that was Earth… “Then your voice pulls me back like a wake up call…” The Doctor calling him, pointing at him to not reveal bits of future history to Erick, smiling at him, yelling for him to not move as a giant T Rex was about to devour him in 1813 AD. Jesse started up his neck, kissing him, moving up his neck, showering it slowly with pecks and long sucking motions. He moved to the Doctor’s lower lip. Jeremy ran in and yelled, “BONZAI!” He was in…well, he in his birthday suit and ran from the entrance, a grand seemingly cement archway, to the water and splashed down. Covering the Doctor’s face with water as well as the back of Jesse’ head. “Jesse, I know you never do anything I ever ask but listen to me! Don’t move! Don’t move a muscle! It’s your only chance!” Jesse continued to sing in the shower, rubbing his chest with soap and bubbles formed on his chest… “I’ve been looking for the answer…somewhere…” In total whiteness, Jesse looked up, “DOCTOR WHERE ARE WE? WHERE ARE YOU? WHERE AM I? DOCTORRRRRRR!” “I couldn’t see it was right there but now I know what I didn’t know” “Because you live and breath…” The Doctor standing in front of the TARDIS, arms open and a big wide grin on his face…eyes twinkling, inviting into TARDIS… “… because you make me believe in myself when nobody else can help…” The Doctor looking at a Jesse who has his clothes torn, almost completely off, face blackened from a battle, tears in eyes from seeing so many people die on the Moon and the space station, Cyberman who saved him dead. The Doctor opens his arms and invites Jesse into them. Jesse sinks his head into the Doctor’s chest and cries. The Doctor rubs his back…eventually pulls him away and says stuff to him…that makes him believe he can go on… “…because you live Time Lord, my world…has twice as many stars in the sky…” The Doctor in the huge observation deck in the TARDIS, the windows above with the covers off so that Jesse and Jeremy can see the stars. The Doctor points to the stars that fill the sky. One star comes into being. Then another. And another. Jesse’s face startles and smiles…he’s in awe of the vastness of the space between stars but more stars come into being…a big one right near the SHIP. Jesse rubs soap bubbles all over his hard abs and fingers his navel…he’s crying and adding his tears to the water and soap… “It’s all right. I survived. I’m alive again cause of you, made it through every storm.” Lightning, thunder, a haunted house. A haunted planet. Witches. A hunchback. A mad scientist and an evil brain. On a planet of wind and hail and sleet, volcano going off, a rush of giant mammals heading at him as he’s at the TARDIS doors…looking back at Jeremy on his stomach, the Doctor rushing to help him… his room at home. TARDIS appearing there. Hitting and knocking down the Doctor. Hugging him inside the ancient, wooden console room with stain glassed windows. A hail of water flooding through the doors and hitting him down and washing over the console. Jesse lost in snow. Knee high snow. Gusts of wind making swirls of snow blind him. Passing, eyesight blurred, recovering, standing in the snow is the Doctor, a long scarf about his neck, ushering him on…trudge through the mounds…the snow clears almost as if parted on purpose by THE TARDIS, which appears. Jeremy pops out of it and calls Jesse… looking up and smiling at him and the Doctor in the foreground…a scarf whips around his own neck, lassoed by the Doctor who pulls Jesse to him, bodily…snow everywhere… “What is life? What’s the use? If you’re killing time..” Clocks in the large TARDIS console room melting. A picture of a girl with a clock around her face, for her face, a crack moving down the middle of it. Cum moving back into Jesse and Jeremy’s dicks as time moves backward. The Doctor appears and vanishes, TARDIS behind, doing the same. Jesse pensive in room aboard TARDIS. Face down on his bed. Jeremy stalking him with a large knife. Through halls. In the pool, the two grapple…the Doctor running through the halls for the pool room.. “I’m so glad I found an angel, someone who..was there when all my hopes fell. I wanna fly looking in your eyes…” The Doctor glowing, the glow stops, he puts his hands out. Jesse on the ground at a rocky hill. Giant Cyclops are fighting behind the hills and one falls over the hill and rocks fall all over the area. Two feet come to Jesse and stand there. A hand comes down to reach out to help him up. Jesse looks up, startled to see it is …THE DOCTOR. Who pulls him up as rubble comes down all around. Jesse in a space suit with the Doctor as his side, both of them fly up from the Moon, hands locked together, Jesse looking into the Doctor’s eyes through their helmets… Salt from his tears gets into the water going into his mouth… “Because you live there’s a reason why I carry on when I lose the fight, I want to give what you’ve given me.” Jesse, naked, thrown into a vat. It was supposed to be ice cold water. Nazis from both 1944 and 1939 forced him into it. He tumbled head over heels, tied up. The vat is not ice cold. The Doctor holding up the sonic screwdriver as he’s made the water warm using it. Smiling. Jeremy running to the top of the vat via a ladder. Pulling Jesse out. Jesse soaking wet… Jesse’s soaking wet, water down his legs in the shower… “always…” Tears dry up even as he finishes washing the rest of his body, his succulent neck…his nipples…balls… Jesse admits he will never leave the TARDIS…he’ll want to grow old with the Doctor…the Doctor telling him things change, companions change, Jesse wondering if that’s all he’s thought of as just another companion. The Doctor admitting he and Jeremy are not just another set of companions. Jesse floated in whiteness. It wasn’t space. For a moment, he thought he saw black stars in white space like some anti matter universe. Then he just curled up. Fetal position. He floated. Nothing mattered but this. It was so warm and safe. Comforting. The whiteness turned to blackness, total blackness but it didn’t matter. He didn’t see it. His eyes were closed. Nothing was around him but the comfort. He thought he was asleep in the TARDIS where it always felt this way. “Because you live, Time Lord, OnComing Storm, my world has everything I need to survive…Because you live, I live! I live!” Jesse jumps up out of his fetal position and spreads his arms around the universe. Above him he sees a vortex of opening holes in time and space. Through the holes are a myriad of worlds, times, alternate universes, parallel time worlds and tracks, trees of time, a tree universe with a face on it, ancient gods and myths, superheroes, trains in space, lost family in space, giants, bee people, giant insects helping mankind, historical moments in time that made man and womankind move on in an optimistic way, Martin Luther King Jr., Nat King Cole, signing laws to give women the right to vote, creating a Moonbase of united people in the far future, escaping the universe when it finally pulls in on itself, RTD TimeLord there helping them get out…is he the Doctor?…. a blast, fireworks on Fourth of July which made him bring himself back to the present moment where he is…June 30th, 1976….but he felt better. Alive. He swung the shower curtain open… Jeremy was there “Hey, somebody changed the bed sheets, was it house keeping? I…” Jesse grabbed him… “I LIVE! I LIVE! I LIVE! I’m so glad I have you in my life! ” Jeremy laughed, “Hey, you’re getting me all wet!!!!” “Just my intention! TBC….

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Subject: Breaking Baker Mayfield -11 disclaimer: this is a purely fictional story, but please do let me know if it does turn out to be non-fiction ;-P. i love to hear from all of you. xoxo – jasper proseinourdreams@ proseinourdreams.wordpress p.s. don’t forget to donate to fty/donate.html Baker Mayfield never looked back. He couldn’t. It was over. Done. Locked it all away. Blacked it all out. Smashed to bits. No more. He was finally in Cleveland, the preseason training camp had commenced in full force, and it was all or nothing at this point. The month of preseason training proved to be a miracle for the 2-year-old rookie quarterback. Rejuvenated by the new surroundings, the strict obligations to the team, the rigorous workout regime and training schedule… the discipline of NFL made Baker blissfully forget everything he’d left behind in Texas. The cocky, young hotshot athlete dove headfirst into his rookie season with intensity and a fortified will. No distractions. Only excellence befitting a NFL number one draft pick and Heisman Trophy winner was allowed in Cleveland. He had a dream, and he was living it. Gregarious. Fun. Driven. Baker met and led his new teammates with an affable but intense openness that nearly everyone succumbed to rookie’s energy and Southern charm. Nothing was going to get in the way of Baker’s career and athletic glory. Baker managed to bury the bleak, broken memories of his engagement night so deep in his psyche the jock convinced himself – daily, minute by minute – that he didn’t crave sex, that he didn’t crave cock, that he didn’t crave the pain of penetration… the desperate inclination for submission and humiliation, that he didn’t desire to relive and to re-experience all the depraved debauchery he fell victim to, time and time again, back home. A switch was flipped inside Baker’s brain as soon as he put on his Cleveland Browns jersey and workout kit. This was the final piece of the puzzle that allowed him to start a new, wholesome life, one that came dangerously close to crashing and burning down less than a month ago… that night of his engagement to Emily… Baker came this close to calling it all quits that night. Or was it early morning? When he stumbled, naked, out of that cop’s SUV, limping painfully back up his own driveway, the quarterback had no tears left. Everything hurt. The thick coat of dried cum deposited on his beefy, muscular body – his fat glutes, his thick thighs, his calves, his feet and between his long toes… his face… neck, nose, ears… his pits, his pecs, abs – cracked with every subtle movement. Bruised and used and abused for hours nonstop, Baker felt his body scream when he gingerly bent over to pick up his clothes and shoes and socks, which luckily were still strewn there, exactly where he was hours ago… where he got fucked and bred for the first time that night. Earlier that day, for the first time, Baker pleaded with the cop over text when he received the usual, random address a few hours away… please… not tonite… He couldn’t just drop everything like he’d done dozens of times in the past, dropping everything he was doing to race towards whatever anonymous address the cop had sent him. No… not tonight… please… anything… I’ll do anything. Just not tonight… please… The furious silence from the cop – no response whatsoever – made the quarterback queasy all day; Baker thought he’d throw up at any given moment, going through the skeletal motions of a normal day, of following through with his plans of proposing to Emily… fake smiles, fake cheers, fake celebration with his and her families. All a pitiful facade, a feeble charade. The athlete was beyond unhinged, but nobody could tell he was gripping his phone so tightly his knuckles turned white at points. Nobody noticed Baker was barely drinking. No. Amidst the house’s overwhelming happiness and explosive jubilation, Baker furtively checked his phone with sheer desperation any moment he could. The cop knew plenty… more than plenty… about him to ruin him forever. No. When the text came late, late that night, after everyone had basically passed out from drinking and partying, Baker was at once relieved and mortified. He froze… thinking he’d heard the all-too-familiar revving of the cop’s SUV nearby. Zooming in on the location shared by his abuser, Baker dropped his phone in pure panic and dread… and relief… when he realized the cop was indeed revving his engine… parked in the back driveway of his family’s home. … Hours later, the sun was just about to peek out from the horizon when Baker, his hands trembling and knees shaking so hard he could barely keep himself upright, pulled on the abandoned clothes from hours before. It hurt to get dressed. His balls were so drained and beyond empty the friction between each ambling step against his boxers made the quarterback wince and grunt. He knew the cop was watching him struggle to get dressed. He felt the burning, controlling eyes on him every agonizing and humiliating second, and he felt his chafed, worn cock bounce ever so slightly as he cursed himself for his completely insatiable whoredom… hating the cop’s absolute control over him. Stumbling to get inside, to get to a shower, to scrape every shred of depravity from his body inside and out, to hide from everyone… Baker fought the crushing lowness he felt… the shame, the regret… of everything. Coming down from such a delirious high, a high he rode for hours and hours, he couldn’t even cry anymore. Everything was ruined. He was spent. He was over. His relationship, his family, his career. Everything was over. Doomed. There was no way he could go on like this. bursa evi olan escort His mind was spinning so fast, he was so scared, so confused… exasperated. The moment that hit Baker the hardest, the moment that completely destroyed him from the inside and out, the moment that truly destroyed him that night, though, came when he heard the SUV engine rev back on behind him. He heard the cop drive away without hesitation, and the quarterback suddenly felt anger and rage… not because of what the cop and the others had done to him that night, but because he’d never felt so abandoned. Dry sobbing hysterically, Baker realized, deep down, that he didn’t want to go inside. Baker realized, deep down, he was hoping and desperately wishing, that the cop would make him strip naked again and take him away forever… to use him forever… to abuse him forever. … The overwhelming rage and hatred towards himself, compounded with his lifelong, overbearing and crushing ambition to succeed in sport and family, broke Baker that very night to the point he was ready to give up everything. Seeing the cop’s location on his phone, Baker knew what he truly wanted. He wanted that high… not the high he gets when throwing a winning touchdown pass in a full stadium… but the vile, sordid high of being a degenerate, insatiable whore. Despite his anxious apprehension, Baker chose to go outside that night. He obediently appeared in the darkness of his driveway. He allowed the cop to manhandle him like so many times before, to spit on him like he was trash, to bend him over, to expose his ass cheeks and quivering hole in the open air, to grease him up with saliva, to penetrate him brutally, to pound him so hard he had to bury his screams in his hands, to hurt him, to humiliate him, to use him, to punish him… to pleasure him… When the cop commanded him to strip, he did so willingly with the cop’s fresh cum leaking from his freshly-bred jock hole. When the cop popped the trunk of his SUV open, Baker climbed in without any regret or hesitation… his heart pounding so fast, his breaths so shallow, as he wished for a new beginning, to never return. How hot his naked, beefy body felt when the back of the cop’s SUV finally beeped open what seemed like an eternity later. How blurry and wet his eyes were as they struggled to adjust to the night light. How fast his heart beat, how shallow his breaths… how precum literally streamed out of his hard cock with sheer excitement… how his recently-bred hole quivered with anticipation. There were trucks, cars, SUVs in the full parking lot. Even in the darkness, with a dim street lamp, Baker knew exactly where he was as he heard the cop slam the driver door shut. Stumbling out of the back of the SUV with the cop’s muscular arm wrapped around his throat, the quarterback hyperventilated with delirious excitement and dread, feeling the gravel beneath his bare feet and toes as he was dragged towards the front door of the sex shop. The familiar smell of debauchery hit Baker’s nostrils when the cop pulled open the heavy doors leading to the basement dungeon. The familiar sounds of greasy hands on cocks, of sucking, of fucking, of moaning, all momentarily ceased as the naked jock appeared at the top of the steps, illuminated by the single lightbulb that serviced the entire basement. … The kid looked scared out of his mind. The men could practically see his knees shaking as he descended the steps, his hands gripping tightly the muscular arm wrapped around his throat. The sweaty, glistening body, naked from head to toe, glistened against the lone lightbulb. The beefy, athletic body, those thick thighs, the big, bare feet, the long toes… the thick pecs and hard nipples… that boyish, handsome face… that rock-hard cock bouncing with every step. Some men recognized him immediately from months ago; the return of the golden boy… the cock sucker… the voracious jock boy… the insatiable whore. Some men had their suspicions confirmed. Baker Mayfield. The kid was Baker. Fucking. Mayfield. Other men, like old man who ran the sex shop, didn’t care who the fuck he was… the naked jock boy oozed pure sex from his sweaty head to his long, wriggling toes… and he was back. The girlish whimper that escaped the boy’s throat when he was flung to the sticky, damp floor at the bottom of the stairs made everyone’s cocks leak. His big brown eyes, wet with wildness and fiery hunger, surveyed the endless array of hard dicks stroking at his eye level, with more men emerging from solitary cubicles with doors swinging open and shutting behind them. Whatever nerves this kid displayed previously were instantly replaced by ravenous lust. Men watched with jealousy as they watched the athlete – on his hands and knees – devour cock, one after another, allowing a row of men take their turns fucking the shit out of his face and throat, seeing that muscular back arched deeply and that plump ass wiggling in the air. Seeing him stick his tongue out, getting dick-slapped across his face… begging for cock to get shoved into his wet mouth… Whatever semblance of gentlemanly order quickly devolved into abject, obscene chaos. The line of impatiently-waiting men swiftly pounced on the meaty jock like vultures, encircling the horny kid, molesting his body, pulling on his sweat-soaked hair, licking him, slapping his rock-hard, leaking cock, spanking his muscular, full ass cheeks… tasting his musky ass, probing his bruised hole to discover its miraculously-tight wetness, unleashing a thick trickle of cop cum leaking out with every finger that jammed inside that jock hole… The kid took it all. Some altıparmak escort men ejaculated on the boy instantly, smelling his sexy, funky stink and touching his hard body. Others selfishly fucked that open, bottomless throat, trying to dump a load into the slut boy as fast as possible, with hopes of getting another turn later to reward the cocksucker with freshly-brewed cum. Others waited knowingly. They’ve had the kid before. They knew of what he was capable. They knew that ass would be ripe for the fucking. For hours. … “( UGHNNN! UGHNNN! UGHNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNN!!! OH GOD! UGHNN!N GUNNN! GUH!N! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! UGHNNN!!!!! UGHNNNNNNNNNN!)” Baker shrieked into the cock in his mouth. His boyish face covered in sweat, spit and cum, red from all the hard dicks slapping against his cheeks. His wet, tousled hair was already dripping with semen. He could feel hot, thick cum dripping from his wide shoulders all the way down the deep groove of his muscled back. Someone had decided he couldn’t wait any longer. Whoever was eating Baker’s hole and making the quarterback’s eyes roll to the back of his head was shoved aside. That tongue and mouth was quickly replaced by a hard, greasy cock, slamming into the squealing pig of a kid as a cock lodged deep in his throat. “(UGHNNN! UGHNNN! UGHNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNN!!! OH GOD! UGHNN!N GUNNN! GUH!N! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! UGHNNN!!!!! UGHNNNNNNNNNN!)” His eyes rolling to the back of his head, Baker felt every inch of that first cock splitting him in half as rough, calloused hands tightly gripped his muscular waist. The pain was so overwhelming for the quarterback that tears streamed down his boyish face, feeling men dragging his muscular legs wider apart by his ankles and feet while he gripped the sticky, wet floor with white-knuckled hands for dear life. The pace of the fucking was brutally irregular, as was the cock pummeling his throat and mouth… Baker heard his own girlish whimper in full voice amidst the sounds of greasy cocks stroking when that big cock in his ass and the rock-hard dick in his mouth were suddenly ripped out of both of his holes. Nobody wanted to cum yet, instead taking turns punch-fucking the squealing quarterback’s hole while others pummeled his throat. Some managed to pull out before cumming, smacking Baker’s trembling ass cheeks as they withdrew, saving up for their next turns and ensuring a long night ahead. Others barely lasted a few seconds, overwhelmed by the hottest kid they’ve ever had the privilege to touch and smell, let alone fuck or get sucked by… overwhelmed by his wild, insatiable submissiveness… overwhelmed by the sounds that escaped his throat and sloppy hole, overwhelmed by the hotness, the smoothness, the wetness, the sheer level of suction and contracting, pulsating tightness, of Baker’s mouth, throat and hole. Baker cried out in desperation, drowning in cum overflowing from his throat and his stretched hole deposited by the overexcited and prematurely-ejaculating men. Before the quarterback could even finish swallowing the acrid, salty loads or catch his breath, fresh cocks pounded into him, skewering him, spit-roasting him, from both ends. The sounds that hot, thick piece of muscle ass made as it took more cock… Juicy, sloppy. Deep. Compounded by the gagging and choking and coughing and the piggish whimpering, the gasping and sobbing between cocks… Baker drove the entire dungeon wild with dissolute depravity. “(UGHNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! UGHNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! UGHNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNN!!! UGHN! UGHN!!!!!)” “FAGGOT!” “OPEN UP!” “SWALLOW!” “NASTY BOY!” “TAKE IT! TAKE IT!!” “DEEPER! DEEPER!” “OPEN UP YOU FUCKING WHORE!!” “FILTHY TRASH!” “GOOD BOY!” “FUCK THAT FILTHY PIG!” “FUCK HIM! FUCK HIM! GO HARD!” “GO DEEP! CHOKE HIM! CHOKE HIM!” “(UGHNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! UGHNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! UGHNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNN!!! UGHN! UGHN!!!!! UGHNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNN!!! UGHN! UGHN!!!!!)” Barely anyone noticed that cum had already spurted uncontrollably from Baker’s rock-hard, beer-can cock – so engrossed they were by the voracious depravity in display before them – barely seconds into having that first cock began painfully fucking that wet hole. The way Baker sucked cock, the way he got jackhammered ruthlessly on all fours from behind… no, few people noticed the athlete’s veins bulging, his back arching deeper, his toes flexing, his knuckles white, as a seemingly-endless load of cum continued to get fucked out him hands-free and splattering on the sweat-drenched and already-sticky floor beneath. The men who came early inside Baker’s hole and mouth were quickly shoved aside, and the crazed mania permeating through the dungeon devolved into each man fucking Baker as fast as he could, as deep, as hard… to feel the incredible heat of the kid’s throbbing body edge each of their cocks via deep, stabbing pumps… to see who can elicit the highest-pitched screams, the loudest grunts… before withdrawing to watch others abuse the cummy holes and to eagerly wait for their turns again. … Baker never felt as vile and degraded as he felt when he was flipped over on his back, landing in his own pool of cum, plus the sweat and semen of others that dribbled out from his mouth and hole, seeing the shadowy bodies and faces and dicks looming above him. Cum-drunk, his ass over-flowing with semen and his belly full of cum, his face and red lips coated with remnants of every drop he couldn’t swallow, Baker felt his muscular legs spread wide by his ankles, as mouths and tongues and lips devoured his feet and bursa merkez escort toes. The quarterback finally heard his own hoarse voice shriek in full voice as he felt, once again, the pain of penetration in this new position. “UGHNNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! UGHNNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! OH SHIT! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! UGHNNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! UGHNNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! UGHNNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! NO! MMM! FUCK! OH SHIT!UGHNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! OH GOD! UGHNNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! UGHNNNNNN! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! OH GOD! PLEASE! UGHNNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! FUCK! FUCK!UGHNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! UGHNNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! UGHNNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNN! UGHNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! OH GOD! UGHNN! UGHNN! UGNNN!! UGHN!N!!!!!!!!” The abused quarterback licked and sucked on things he didn’t know could be licked or sucked on that night as he got plowed and pummeled with his legs in the air. Men sat on Baker’s face, forcing him to lick and suck their ass holes, suffocating him between their hairy thighs. Stinky, calloused feet were rubbed all over Baker’s boyish face, spreading cum and sweat and spit all over the jock’s flushed face. Hairy armpits, toes, balls… more cocks… silicone toys… butt plugs… anal beads… dildos… more cocks, were forced into Baker’s mouth and onto his swollen lips and flushed face, as his deep grunts escalated to girlish cries, higher and higher in pitch, as more and more men dumped their loads into his hole. Pure degradation. Humiliation. Sensory overload. Baker’s mind had to shut down. He was overwhelmed by pleasure and pain. Of the stench of sex and the debilitating euphoria of submission… of cum, of release… of freedom… … No. In Cleveland, this was all a blacked-out memory. The physical pain of a night-long gang-bang was replaced by intense workouts and drills. There was no time to think about sex. No time to even contemplate leaving training camp. There were no opportunities to entertain Baker’s hidden perversity and dark desires. Surrounded by his teammates, staff, security, coaches, higher-ups in administration nearly 24 hours, seven days a week, Baker was relieved to have this rigorous schedule… relieved he had not a moment of alone time to even contemplate his deepest, raunchiest urges. It’s a path he’d been on before, when he left Texas for the University of Oklahoma, and the quarterback knew just how tenuous and pathetic his will power can be when left unattended with too much freedom. The RV Baker was asked to procure for all the quarterbacks proved to be a safe haven. A Browns initiation gag meant to take the piss out of the rookie, a treat paid for by the rookie to create a space for Browns’ quarterbacks to rest and relax during training camp, the rental RV – located on site of the camp, meant Baker didn’t have to leave. A prison. He could just stay there. He didn’t have to drive away, to return – alone – back to his new apartment, where his fiancée wasn’t due to move in until after camp. No. He didn’t need to get into a car and drive to god knows where he’d end up. Nobody knew that Baker was hiding himself away in that RV, night after night, even during off days, in order to deprive himself of any sense of freedom and any possible temptations lurking in his new city. The risk was too high. No amount of cock and cum was enough to ruin his new life. … “House keeping!” The aggressively-loud banging on the RV door jolted Baker from his power nap. It was the last day of camp, and the exhausted rookie had just 30 minutes of rest while the other quarterbacks were on the field. All part of his rigorous schedule he’d carved out for peak, maximum performance on the field. “Dude, I think you’re a day early…” Baker was irritated beyond belief at the random man in a janitor’s uniform banging at the door. The cleaning crew was hired for the next day, before the RV was to be returned. “We’re here until tomorrow, man.” “Oh, sorry about that kid… wait, you’re Baker Mayfield, ain’t you?” “Yeah, man… sorry to be cross… I’ve just got 30 minutes to nap before I go back out there… Tomorrow’s your call. We promise we haven’t made a mess in here…” Baker managed to flash a forced, cheeky smile, trying to make peace and hide his total annoyance at the sudden interruption that disrupted his carefully curated training routine. “Did you wake up feeling dangerous, Baker?” “What?!” “Did you wake up feeling dangerous, Baker?” “Where… where’d you hear that?” “Did. You. Wake. Up. Feeling. Dangerous. Son.” “(…)” Shit. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Baker’s head immediately started spinning. Everything collapsed within his inner psyche. He thought he’d throw up right there and then. “Who… who…” “Did. You. Wake. Up. Feeling. Dangerous. FAGGOT.” “What… You, you… you… can’t talk to me like that, man…” A fresh coat of sweat formed all over Baker’s already sweaty body. His sobriety was instantly broken. He could barely get words out. “I… wait… wait…” “On your knees, faggot.” “(WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, MAN?!)” Baker was immediately hysterical; for some reason he was keeping his voice low as he snapped at the stranger as he staggered back inside the RV. “(I’M GONNA CALL SECURITY…)” “On. Your. Knees. Faggot.” “(YOU’RE INSANE! I’M CALLING SECURITY!)” As he turned away, desperate to grab his phone, Baker felt the man’s fat body wedge in behind his in the tight entrance of the RV and heard the door to the RV slam shut. The rookie quarterback was shaking with rage and terror, dropping the phone when he felt a soft, pudgy hand clasp his mouth from behind. He felt the man’s larger body press against his and shrieked in surprise into the man’s hand as he felt his shorts roughly pulled down and falling around his bare ankles and feet. “(UGHHN!)” “Did. You. Wake. Up. Feeling. Dangerous.” To be continued… More ail

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