In the city lights

Why Las Vegas? Why not… Somewhere mild? I don’t have the guts for a place like this – strippers, casinos, celebrities, flashy lights…
My friend Jack had been talking about this trip for months, so I couldn’t let him down by not going. It was 6:00pm and we were unpacking in our hotel room. It was a large room, with white furniture and two separate bedrooms both with wide views of the Strip. Jack just threw his suitcase on his bed and changed into his evening wear , while I was still unpacking everything I had with me.
“Dude, what the fuck are you doin’?” he said. “We gotta get out there and party!!!” He did the rocker sign and the Kiss tongue-thing. I sighed. I was tired and wishing I hadn’t forgotten my book.
He continued, “We’re gonna go out, win a thousand bucks, get wasted, and nail some hot Vegas chicks!” I rolled my eyes. “Dude,” he said. “Why aren’t you excited? Just because it’ll be your first time with a girl…”
“Hey!” I said. While I may be a literature nerd, I was definitely no prude. I had had sex before. Just…well, Jack doesn’t know this but, it was with guys. He had never seen me with a girl (obviously) and whenever I went on a date with a guy, we’d go to his place.
“I’ll give you a call a little bit later,”
After about an hour of just resting, I decided to do something. I didn’t really know what though. I figured Jack had already had enough of the casino and was heading to the bar to hit on some girls. Jack was like that. I don’t think he’s ever had a steady girlfriend.Hoping that Jack wouldn’t be in the casino to drag me with him, I went down and played a few slots.
I lost. And lost. Five bucks. Twenty. Half my cup was gone. Please, I thought. Just this next one. I slid a quarter in the slot and pulled the handle. I watched the pictures spin…one cherry…two cherries!….I waited. It felt like forever. Just as the last one stopped, someone spoke behind me.
“Hey. Nice one!” a guy said, in the sexiest boyish voice I’d ever heard. I nearly jumped out of the seat when I heard him, with the combined noise of the flashing lights and the coins spilling out into the tray. Did I just have an orgasm? I turned around immediately. I was met with the eyes of a most gorgeous boy. Medium height, with short styled blonde hair, dark blue eyes, and the cutest smile I had ever seen. I couldn’t help but smile shamelessly back.
“Congrats,” he said. Still smiling…oh my god. There’s no way…he can’t be gay. My life just isn’t that lucky. I could only hope.
“Thanks,” I said. “My first win all night.”
“Maybe you just needed some luck,” he said, grinning.
“Maybe,” I said, with that stupid grin still on my face. Now I think I might have been getting embarrassed.
“So,” he said. “Who are you here with?”
“Uh, with a friend of mine.”
“Oh,” he said, looking rather downcast.
“My brother,” I said quickly, lying of course.
“Oh…” He seemed to lighten up. “Well, I’m kind bored, so do wanna go cash up all those coins, and then maybe…I don’t know, get something to eat?”
“Sure,” I said, hearting pumping. “I haven’t eaten all day.”
He helped me carry all my coins from the slot machine to the exchange station to get bills, and it turned out I had won $350. Not a fortune, but good enough for me.
“So…?” I started, embarrassed. What’s his name? “You’re name is…?”
“Oh, sorry. I’m Ryan.”
“Hello, Ryan. I am Alex,” I said in a mock-formal voice. He laughed. Yes!
We went to this nice Italian restaurant on the other side of the hotel. The lights were dim and there was some faint romantic accordion music in the background. We ordered our food and a little wine, and started talking.  I began to like the guy more and more. We ate and drank and talked some more. That’s when it happened. I felt something rubbing against my leg, and I took a quick glance under the tablecloth. Ryan had taken off his shoe and was rubbing his foot up and down my leg and up my thigh. I gulped. This was so… provocative. I was doing something sexual in a restaurant! I tried to carry on the conversation.
“So, how did you like New York?”
“It was alright,” he said, still rubbing my inner thighs smoothly. “But I like the excitement of Vegas more. A lot of lights.”
“Yah, lots of li-i-ghts…” I started to say, sputtering when Ryan slid his foot right into my soft crotch, gently rubbing my sack, which was forced right up against the fabric when I had sat down. I tensed up and engorged a little. My heart was pounding.
“You have any plans for tonight?” he asked me innocently. Maybe a hint of a smile.
“Uhh…I don’t think so, yet…” Ryan’s foot kept pressing into my bulge.
“Well, do you wanna go back to my room to hang out? I’ve got a suite.”
“Well,” I said, nervous as hell, quivering from his contact with my nuts. “I guess that’d be cool.”
“Alright, let’s go then,” he said with a smile.
I offered to pay for the dinner with the money I had won, which I told him he helped me win, and we left the restaurant. Ryan was staying at the Bellagio a little bit down the Strip so we took a taxi. In the back, he gently rubbed his hand across mine and smiled sweetly. I was in love with this boy. But I was far from comfortable with all the affection, no matter how much it was turning me on. He took my thumb into his mouth and sucked it obscenely. His mouth was warm and wet and soft. My eyes closed and a vision flashed before my eyes…I felt pleasure. Ryan was sucking me. But not my thumb…a little bit lower…a little bit lower…No! It’s the first date.
The taxi let us out at the Bellagio and as we walked past the dancing fountains, Ryan grasped my hand. We walked, hand in hand, all the way up to his hotel room.
His room was large. It was mostly white furniture like Jack and mine, only a tad bit more upscale. I asked Ryan how he afforded such a room and he told me that he had only switched here after winning a jackpot  We sat down on the couch facing the spectacular view of the town. Ryan offered me a drink and I took it, wanting to calm my nerves. Maybe to get my mind off his beautiful eyes and boyishly cute face and hairstyle, and that vein that showed up on his bicep when he would scratch his head….
We got to talking some more. I loved it. We had very little in common but that was the good thing. As we were talking, he began to talk quieter and quieter, until he was whispering. There was sexual tension in the air. I didn’t know if I would be able to handle the situation. Here’s this amazing guy that wants to do me (or maybe the other way around?) and I was getting uncontrollably nervous. Literally shaking.
“Easy there tough guy,” Ryan whispered harshly, leaning closer to me. He put his hand on the inside of my thigh and rubbed it, leaning his head closer to mine. And before I could do anything, he kissed me – our lips met with a bang. My mind was spinning and suddenly, in that moment, I came alive. All that intense sexual yearning that had been repressed within me for so many years was now unleashed. I could actually feel the heat of desire rushing up through my body, starting at my dick.
Ryan and I made love with our mouths powerfully, my erection growing at every touch of his soft pink lips. He slid his tongue down my chin and onto my neck. Then, like a wild animal, he began tearing at my shirt, yanking it over my head and throwing it to the floor. I gasped at the sensual feeling of his tongue as it slid across my chest and tender nipples. He got onto the floor at level with my knees and unbuttoned my jeans, nuzzling the hair below my belly button. I helped him slide off my jeans. Then, to my great surprise, he lifted up my legs onto his shoulders as I still sat on the couch, and began nestling his face right into my briefs. It felt so good, the rubbing of my dick head on the fabric while Ryan inhaled the sweet aroma of my crotch. I kept drifting off into heavenly throes of passion, closing my eyes to appreciate every sensation. He bit the top of my briefs and yanked them down with his mouth, and I slid them off my body along with my socks. Now I was completely naked, in a room with a wide window exposed to an entire city and lights rushing inside to let everyone have a little look inside. I had to get Ryan out of his clothes too. I got up off the couch and embraced him, lightly biting his neck and pulling up his tight shirt. He threw it to the ground and I rubbed my naked torso against his own, our nipples grazing across each other’s solid forms. He took off his jeans and I pulled his boxer briefs down around his ankles. His cock was only partly erect, with a glistening drop of clear cum on the tip. I swallowed his dick head and sucked the salty juice from him. The exciting scent of his sweaty crotch drove me insane and I knew I had to explore all of this boy. I led him back to the couch where he sat low and spread his legs apart for me. I lowered my head in between his thighs and enveloped myself in him…his scent, the heat emanating from within him. Putting my mouth to his sack and propping up his limp but expanding penis with my nose, I sucked and massaged each of his balls with my tongue. Ryan groaned and twisted pleasurably. He looked even sexier and cuter then ever when his face became contorted with satisfaction.
I pulled his legs even further apart and slid my hands underneath his soft bubble butt to pull his hips closer to my face. With my face underneath his crotch I slid my warm tongue up and down the region between his nutsack and anus that was covered with light, rough blonde hair. Ryan seemed to love the pressure of my tongue on that area. He slid himself even lower on the couch and lifted his legs onto my shoulders so that I could access his hole. I pushed my face in between his large, bulbous cheeks and swirled my tongue around his pink anus. It twitched with every touch of my tongue. Licking the whole of his underside with my nose tickling the faint hairs on his scrotum, Ryan’s body started to quake. He was delicious.
With one of his legs still over my shoulder, I brought the other one in front of me. I brought his large foot to my face and slid his big toe into my mouth. I sucked on it as if I was sucking on the swollen head of his throbbing cock, and he groaned as if I was. I looked at his cock, which was now at dangerous attention, veins pulsating and dewy drops of semen sliding down the head – it needed to be touched. I put his feet back on the floor and grabbed his dick in my fist. He slid his fingers back and forth through my hair while I slid my own hand up and down his slippery shaft. Soon I didn’t even have to move my hand for Ryan was moving his hips up and down to thrust his curved erection through my semen-lubed hand. I was turned on more than I had ever been. I started to groan with him and touch myself a little bit. Seeing I wanted to pleasure my own genitals, Ryan pulled me towards him and grasped my hot shaft.
I lied down on top of his smooth body, our hard penises rubbing together. It was scintillating. We kissed and bit at each other’s neck and ears with tender ferocity while we rocked our hips back and forth to create friction on our cocks. Ryan grabbed my soft buttocks firmly, and pulled my waist up onto his stomach. He sucked my nipples and massaged my butt cheeks with passion. Devouring my body, mind, and soul. He hoisted me up further onto his chest while my dick left a trail of precum up his abs. He took his own cock into his fist and poked it in between my soft butt cheeks and rubbed it against my tight, pinkish hole. His swollen yet spongy dick head glided smoothly up and down my hairy crack.
“Oh fuck,” Ryan kept saying. Him saying this and the quivering of his bottom lip made me crazy with unfamiliar lust. I quickly pushed my pelvis down when his dick head slid over my anus so that it slipped right into me. I only pushed down enough to let the head in but it still felt incredibly good. His heavy breathing could almost be felt in my ass and I was expelling his own breath back into his lips. Like clockwork churning and spiraling, reflecting in a pool, sinking and rising from sky to sea…. Ryan began to groan more and more as we moved up and down, his spongy head popping in and out of my tight sphincter. He must have been close to cumming because he lifted me off his chest and turned me over onto the couch. He was much stronger than he looked. I sat down of the couch with my thighs spread far apart as Ryan had done, exposing my genitals for the whole city. I no longer cared.
He knelt down with his face in my crotch and licked down my shaft and nuzzled my hairy sack. It was electrifying contact. He slid his tongue behind my nuts and into my crack, flicking my opening anus. I felt all tension leaving me. Arching my back in ecstasy, I allowed Ryan’s tongue to enter me further while my toes curled with delectable pleasure. I hadn’t had sex in a while but I was ready to be entered and exposed. Fulfilled and awakened. He then stood up and pressed his erection into my rear while he held my legs up with his hands under my thighs. With one lean forward, his curved cock was embraced by the fleshy inside of my buttocks and I cried out. It felt so amazing – as if I was now completed and the deprived sexual desire that had once burned within me has been given a good splash of kerosene. My blonde baby, I thought. Let me feel your full passions!
And everything became splashed in a dizzying white light, the faint cries of animalistic exclamations echoing in the near distance. I could sense nothing else but an unnatural pleasure seizing my body with its fiery tentacles, threatening to drag my quivering form into the depths of the ocean….
Ryan was thrusting every inch of himself into me, sweat forming on his tightened brow, his beautiful sparkling eyes shimmering as if to cry. I made myself limp to let him use me to any extent of his desires. My raging dick slapped restlessly against my stomach in perfectly awkward rhythm to his thrusts, little diamond-like splashes of sticky clear liquid painting themselves across my chest. Every thrust that was given me was like the rolling of a wave…entering with erotic anticipation…building up to burning impact that left me sore…pulling out tenderly, the inside walls of my cave collapsing in its wake, only to be reopened. Ryan’s firm hands were now gripping even more harshly to my thighs, the veins on his forearms bulging. I reached both my hands around to his backside, tightly squeezing his sweaty, round buttocks, pulling him impossibly even further into my body.
But with an anguished cry, Ryan retracted from me and slid his prick out of me. With a vibrant sexual ferocity he started jacking his slippery scarlet erection over my waiting body. His biceps were bulging intensely and he grunted impassionedly. And with a most powerful moan of rapture, his eyes tightly closed and his boyish face contorted in bliss, he released himself upon me; torrent of hot, sticky semen burst from within him, showering his juice across my chest, stomach, and pubes. The salty white liquid streamed down my torso and thighs. Ryan stood over me, his eyes still closed, boning himself slower and slower, the last drops of cum falling gently to the floor. When he finally opened his eyes, he looked at me with his boyish charm and without any hesitation got on his knees and grasped my cock. The yearning that had briefly left me during Ryan’s own release now overcame me with an intensity I had never known. He put his soft lips to my tender head and blew me, sucking all concerns and timidity from within me, leaving room for that burning hunger to grow. He forced himself further down on my cock, sending exhilarating pulses of sexual energy through me. Faster and faster he worked me with his tongue and lips while in contrast his hands gently fondled and squeezed my balls. And the moment he started to make muffled grunting noises with my fierce boner in his mouth, all of that lusting that burned within me suddenly rushed up through my cock like the eruption of a volcano. And I did erupt, spewing thick, white torrents of cum into Ryan’s cute little mouth. He almost gagged as I shot string after string of hot, sultry semen onto his tongue and lips, dribbling down his chin and back onto my cock…I was numb.
I sat there, stunned, as Ryan licked the streams of cum off the underside of my cock and my thick tangle of pubes. I felt like an empty shell, shaken, limp, and completely exposed with my thighs still spread wide open to this boy, who was still licking my body and inhaling my sweaty scent. He got up and leaned over me, and gave me a subtle, salty kiss. He rubbed his lips across my face as I sat there unfeeling in a strange haze of abnormal satisfaction. I had changed. I could barely even recollect who I had been before. All I knew was that this boy who was nuzzling my neck had awakened senses I had never known, ones I could no longer feel or remember in my present state. The lights of city outside the window twinkled, knowing.

A place to live

“Does it ever stop raining around here?” I wondered to myself. The three weeks I’ve lived in Washington, it hasn’t stopped raining yet. Maybe this is a bad sign, like when it rains before a wedding. Bad luck is the last thing I need now. I’ve been in the foster system since I was about eight - too old to be adopted and I misbehaved too much to ever find a foster family willing to put up with me for more then a month. So here I was, on my 18th birthday and getting moved again.
We pulled up to an old Victorian home, which served as a halfway house for orphaned teens who had reached the legal age. It was a typical place - bikes everywhere, messy yard. I couldn’t expect much from these people. We all went in - me and the social workers. We had a chat at the kitchen table. I wasn’t paying attention. It was the same old, same old.
“Don’t run away. Obey the rules. Make this easy on yourself.”
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I heard what sounded like thunder, but it was just about eight other young men. They all filtered into the kitchen, searching for food. By the look of some of them, they never stopped eating. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw one more coming down the stairs. He was tall and built like an athlete, hopefully a swimmer. It would have been a shame to cover his body up with some stupid uniform. He had longish, dark brown hair, and deep brown eyes to match; I was already mentally undressing him when he walked over to me and stuck his hand out.
“Hey, I’m James. We’re going to be sharing a room,” he said.
“I’m Erik,” I answered breathlessly. Jeez, I must be smitten, he only shook my hand and it took my breath away. He grabbed one of my bags and headed up the stairs. I snatched up everything else I had with me and followed. Our room was at the back of the house - small with angled ceilings and not a lot of furniture. There were two twin beds and one dresser was all that fit in the tiny space. But that was fine, this situation was only temporary.
“That’s my bed. That’s yours. I cleared out the drawers on the left side for your clothes. Meal times are 8am, noon and 6pm. The only chores we really have are keeping the rooms clean and doing our own laundry. So it’s a pretty sweet deal here,” he said.
“Thanks for the rundown.” I replied shyly. Damn, I needed to get over this shyness if I were to have any hope of getting any action before I left. His eyes lingered on me too long for him to be hetero, but he still hadn’t given me any solid proof he was gay, or at the very least, bi. I started to unpack my clothes and shoved them in the dresser, very aware his big brown eyes were following my every move.
“I like your hair,” he said suddenly. I didn’t need to look in the mirror to know he was just saying that to start up a conversation, because I looked like shit. My dirty blonde hair was all over the place and greasy from lack of showering over the past week. He was into me; he had to be. He was pretty handsome, but I knew I was pretty good looking myself. I had the typical California surfer look, even though I was from Idaho; long, shaggy blonde hair and green eyes, nothing overly special about me, but I could turn heads when I wanted to. “Thanks, but I feel like a grease-ball, where do we shower?” I asked, my shyness was officially replaced with confidence; this guy would be fucking my ass before tomorrow morning. James walked me to the bathroom just down the hall and showed me where everything was. Before he finished talking about towels I began to undress, and when I turned back around I noticed a definite bulge growing in his shorts. He stood back and bit his lip; I pretended not to notice as I jumped in the shower and adjusted the knobs. I left the curtain a little open; maybe I was hoping he’d join me. But I was left disappointed. I heard the door shut and he went back to the room. No doubt to take care of the stiffy I’d just given him.
I finished washing up and headed back to the room. There was no one in sight so I just wrapped the towel around my waist and walked in the door without knocking. James was sitting up on his bed, reading a magazine, shirtless and a little flushed in the face. The little bottle of lube poking out from under the sheet confirmed my prediction. He said “hi” when I came in, but didn’t look up. I glanced at his chest. It was perfectly smooth with little dark nipples. He had no 6-pack but his stomach was flat as a board.
“Do you swim?” I asked.
“Yeah, and I dive too. How’d you guess?” he replied smiling.
“Only swimmers have bodies like yours.” He had nothing to say back to that; he just bit his lip again and went back to his magazine. As I got dressed I made sure I was in full view; my thick 7 incher didn’t disappoint me. It hung long and proud. At this point, James wasn’t even pretending to read anymore. He was avidly staring at my ass like a piece of meat. I pretended not to notice, once again, my favorite form of foreplay.
After dinner and a few rounds at a ping pong table in the basement, everyone headed to bed. James took a lightning fast shower and walked in the room to find me undressing.
“Do they check in on us at night?” I asked.
“Nah, they don’t bother.”
“Good, ‘cause I can only sleep naked.” He looked a little shocked by this but didn’t say anything. We got into our little twin beds and after about 10 minutes, I pretended to be asleep. Thankfully the room was stifling hot; it made my plan easier. I was lying on my back, so all I had to do was kick the covers off and James would have a perfect view of what I knew he wanted. I laid there in silence. I heard him rustle around getting comfortable, and then I heard a low groan. He had looked over and seen me. Now all I had to do was wait. Seducing people is so easy when you had a body like mine.
It wasn’t long before I heard James tip toe out of bed and over to me. I concentrated on keeping my breathing even, so he wouldn’t suspect I was really awake. After a few seconds I felt him lightly brushing his fingertips down my chest and over my cock. It was difficult to contain myself, but I knew I had to. I knew it would make the sex all the more better. I was fully hard now and James was handling my cock so lightly that if I had really been asleep, I doubt I would have woken up.
“Hey Erik,” he whispered, shaking my shoulders.
“Huh? What?” I responded, sitting up and looking sleepy.
“How ‘bout you let me take care of that for you,” he said, grinning. I had succeeded, like usual. I smiled and guided his head towards my dick. He took me in his mouth hungrily, and I knew why. He had been dreaming about this since I walked through the door. He held on to the base of my cock and worked his mouth up and down. His tongue was skilled at this. Perfect strokes. His mouth was sucking on the tip of my dick as if it was a popsicle melting fast. I was leaking precum and he lapped it all up. I felt the blood rushing and my skin tingling. I eased him off and he looked up at me.
“Go get that lube.” I said hoarsely. “I want you to fuck me.” He wasted no time climbing into my bed and massaging his lube-slicked finger into my hole. I grabbed the bottle and put some in my hands. I greased his cock and wasn’t surprised by its size, about 8 inches and fully hard. Next I reached back and massaged his ass cheeks. He sighed with pleasure and leaned down and kissed me.
He carefully grabbed my shoulders and turned me around. I got myself settled on all fours, low to the bed. He rubbed his cock head up and down my crack before he pushed into me. His cock was the biggest I’d ever had. Thankfully, the stretched feeling eased up and I was able to relax and let him inch in. He grabbed me by the waist and started pumping slowly. We fell into pace and started going faster and faster. I reached back with one hand and grabbed his ass and pulled him into me. He took the cue and slammed me hard. I let out a loud moan and James clapped a hand over my mouth. Shit! These walls were probably thin. I shoved my face in the pillow to keep myself quiet. He seemed satisfied with that and gave me another hard slam. It was all so intense, having to keep quiet, feeling his fingernails scratch my shoulders and sides as he scrambled to keep his grip on me. My legs were shaking and I was starting to feel dizzy. I was close, really close. Apparently so was James. He tensed up and shot into me just as I was staining the sheets with my own cum. James eased up and breathed heavily on my back. He kissed my neck and made a shudder run down my spine.
“Fuck, I really needed that,” he whispered in my ear. I turned over on my back and kissed him on the forehead.
“We’re gonna have to do this again,” I said sheepishly.
“Uh, fuck yeah!”
And for the span of a few weeks, we hid our secret affair from everyone around us, fucking late at night after everyone had gone to bed. We both knew it was just to satisfy ourselves, but I can see it being more than that.

Ever wondered why……….

This post has nothing to do with the previous posts.

and i thought i’d better update more often!

• Can you cry under water?

• How important does a person have to be before they are considered assassinated instead of just murdered?
• Why do you have to “put your two cents in”.. but it’s only a “penny for your thoughts?”Where’s that extra penny going to?
• Once you’re in heaven, do you get stuck wearing the clothes you were buried in for eternity?
• Why does a round pizza come in a square box?
• What disease did cured ham actually have?
• How is it that we put man on the moon before we figured out it would be a good idea to put wheels on luggage?
• Why is it that people say they “slept like a baby” when babies wake up like every two hours?
• If a deaf person has to go to court, is it still called a hearing?
• Why are you IN a movie, but you’re ON TV?
• Why do people pay to go up tall buildings and then put money in binoculars to look at things on the ground?
• Why do doctors leave the room while you change? They’re going to see you naked anyway!
• Why is “bra” singular and “panties” plural?
• Why do toasters always have a setting that burns the toast to a horrible crisp, which no decent human being would eat?
• If Jimmy cracks corn and no one cares, why is there a stupid song about him?
• Can a hearse carrying a corpse drive in the carpool lane ?
• If the professor on Gilligan’s Island can make a radio out of a coconut, why can’t he fix a hole in a boat?
• Why does Goofy stand erect while Pluto remains on all fours? They’re both dogs!
• If Wile E. Coyote had enough money to buy all that ACME crap, why didn’t he just buy dinner?
• If corn oil is made from corn, and vegetable oil is made from vegetables, what is baby oil made from?
• If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from morons?
• Do the Alphabet song and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star have the same tune?
• Why did you just try singing the two songs above?
• Why do they call it an asteroid when it’s outside the hemisphere, but call it a hemorrhoid when it’s in your rectum?
• Did you ever notice that when you blow in a dog’s face, he gets mad at you, but when you take him for a car ride, he sticks his head out the window?

I will work out the answers as soon as possible!

Nietzsche for the wedding

beeps, horns, kisses, hugs and the night came at last.
“Am you ready?” i asked him several times before jumping in the car and driving west. my heart beat a lot faster than usual and his unusual relaxed expression made me feel worse.
“wait, wait. i forgot the something.” i shouted as he turned to Court street.
he pressed gas pedal harder and sped up. ” are you nuts? didn’t i tell you to stop this fucking car?”
he shot me one of his killing smiles that always shiver and shake my heart and body , i can hardly stop myself not to touch him.
“ease babe, you didn’t forget anything.” he said pointing to the glove compartment.
“ok, ease, it’s just another night, another party that’s why you are so excited!”
he didn’t say anything and i started scratching my nails trying to get rid of the shining stars on ‘em, stupidly they shined in a way that was annoying me.
“Nah, i like ‘em. can’t you just sit down and do nothing?” he stared at my eyes, bluer than ever they looked, i wanted to sink in his bluish grey eyes. i wanted no party, no cheerful drunk party boys and girls, no feast, no surprise, nothing. i wanted nothing but him, his touch, his kiss…
“can’t we just go home?”i asked impatiently as he stopped by another red light. Streets were more than crowded as if everyone wanted to drive me crazy.
“we will but later. we’re gonna have a long night.”he said without even looking at me.
i put my hand on his and he shivered slightly, he never likes those sudden cold touches of mine. “Ooooh, so cold you are.” he moved his hand and i pulled back mine.
Crowded, dark, hot, cloudy, humid, 83 was too much for the temperature and all lights were red as if everything was trying to torture me.her curse, her broken heart, her regretful looks were there to haunt me. i tried to close my eyes and think of the wonderful night we were going to have.
skid marks, screams, cries, shouts, blood. jesus everywhere was blood-covered like a blood rain fallen a few seconds before. what the hell was happening? i could hear the rain drops but it was still too hot, too sticky.
something wrapped round my neck and i couldn’t breathe anymore.

“Keith, Keith, wake up, bitch wake up and look at me.” someone was calling me for sure but he was too far, too far i didn’t care he was calling me. i felt fingers touching my buddy rushing around it. i tried to open my eyes but my eyelids seemed so heavy to move.

he did nothing than wrapping his arm firmly round mine, he was looking worried and i felt good at last. walking together hand in hand to our sorta-wedding-party looked cool but i had to stop him before entering the building just to make him smile.
“hey, look at idiot. just look at him. see? he’s fine. why dont you smile? i’m fine”
“sure you’re fine,ok , ready for the big night?”
i nodded and we went in. i was sure we were late and most of the guests were waiting angrily but i was wrong; just a few people had arrived, he left me to check everything was fine and i joined the party guys.
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it was a memorable night i can say and surely one of the best nights we were together. everything looked so perfect, the food, the music. everyone was happy though they said a “dancing part” was missing, well they could go home and dance on their own cos we had enough trouble convincing the restaurant manager to let us have our little gay party in his place.
looking at my past, the paths i took, the wrong turns and all those wrong and right deeds, i’m not regretting anything. everyone has his/her own soul-mate and they’re worth the trouble. i love him, he loves me and my little baby, he accepted us the way we are (koala bears he says) and i’m thankful to him cos i know it’s not at all easy to handle kids and their tantrums, but he does and enjoys it.
there are plenty of things in life worth fighting for. and for me he was one of those wonderful things i fought for and i’m excited to have him at last.
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Party notes and quotes
4 hours before the party i dressed my baby girl and took her to my granny’s to stay there for a few hours. not only she was mad at me for not letting her wear her party dress, she cried for not taking her to the party we were going. later when i picked her up asking how her night was, she said “bad. you dumped me.” ( i have no idea who taught her this word, if only she knew parents never dump their kids LOL!)

after the little argument i had with my ex, telling i had no right to have my sorta-wedding-party cos the divorce wasn’t final. i was sure she wouldn’t come. i was wrong and she had a little thing for me. she gave her wedding ring back to me probably thinking i would feel sorry and leave the party right then. she was wrong, i looked into my pocket and gave her the wedding ring she gave me. her look was the best thing i had tonight. yeah it was so selfish, so evil, so wicked but an eye for an eye and a ring for a ring.

shaking hand with my boss she cried:” oh my god, jeans and Ts again. don’t you have a suit?”
“it was boring if we both wore suits. he’s mr perfect and i’m the clown.” i told her before moving to the next table.

greeting all the guest, i met my homophobic co-worker i was sure i hadn’t invited and in fact he had given me enough headaches, my partner in life decided not to come to my office for a while. so without saying hello i asked “were you invited?”
“no, i saw your invitation note on Ms. X’s desk and i thought probably you forgot inviting me”
“ohhhh, i see. thanks for coming ….. then.”
later when he went to the restroom, i took my partner to that place too and i started kissing him in the best sluttish way i know, he ,being a good kisser, responded really well. and then i shouted” cant wait to go home, i really wanna fuck the legs off you.” and we left without looking at that poor guy; he shouldn’t had come to a party he wasn’t invited. (i was dying to turn back and look at his face, i wish i did)

one of my friends brought his priest friend as a surprise and it worked well cos i screamed by his sight. thanks to the priest guy, he came to our home, asked us to say the vows and exchange rings. i can call it a private marriage, it was as formal as possible without legalizing it and who cares when there ain’t much rights to enjoy as a married couple!!!

like many other newly got-together couples me and my partner had a wonderful sex time after the party. while i was trying really hard to put the baby girl in bed, he fell asleep, and i had to wake him up and undress him cos sleeping with suits is the worst thing that can happen to someone.

and for your surprise, i do my first and last HNS(half nekkid saturday) here

To the ground floor

“Going Down?”
“Oh, yes. Ground floor. Thank you,” I responded to the rather handsome gentlemen who’d held the elevator door open for me as I stepped on.
He looked quite dapper in his long, dark wool overcoat, charcoal grey suit and deep red tie. I figured he was one of the lawyers or accountants who worked on the top floors. It wasn’t often that I ventured this high up in my 32 story skyrise office building.
A black leather glove clad fingertip depressed the recessed ‘G’ button once again, which lighted a soft amber yellow, and then my elevator mate pressed the ‘door closed’ button to hurry us on our way.
“Whew. Quite a day,” he huffed in an obvious effort to make elevator small talk.
“It sure has been,” I replied, just trying to be courteous. I could smell his musky cologne wafting down from his neck toward me. He was a tall, broad-shouldered man. I figured him to stand around six-foot-four. In that heavy, dark wool coat he cut quite the imposing figure. I found my mind wandering toward what he might look like out of that suit and coat.
“I’m Jeffrey. Jeffery Pendleton,” he declared, turning to extend his hand toward me. “I don’t believe we’ve met.”
“Uh, no, sir. I don’t believe we have,” I replied, taking his hand in my own. His grip was strong, fierce and confident. It was easy to tell how this guy had achieved the high rank in the company that he must hold. His presence was overwhelming. I felt my knees weakening as I loomed in his shadow in the tiny cubular space. My breath left me. “I’m… I’m Roger Corbin,” I wheezed.
“Pleasure to meet you, Roger. What department are you with?”
“I’m in mergers and acquisitions. I actually just started here a few weeks ago.”
“Mergers and acquisitions, eh? What brings you up this way?” he jested, calling attention to the awkwardness of working for such a large company as we did.
“I had to deliver some files to accounting. Just making a quick trip. I don’t actually get up this way too often.” I was captured by this man. His slightly thinning rusty blonde hair. His square cheekbones and long drawn ice blue eye. His smile dimpled out just so at the edges of his dark, thin lips, creating little ravines that guided the eye right back up to those prominent cheek bones.
Then there was a mighty jerk, we both nearly lost our balance, and all the lights went out in the elevator. Shocked by the event, I reached out in the darkness, thinking to catch hold of one of the four walls. Rather, my hands clasped upon the thick, strong arm of Jeffrey who was also groping in the darkness.
The elevator had come to a dead stop, suddenly, and we both held an apprehensive silence for a moment before he finally spoke. “I think we lost power.”
“We’re not going to fall, are we?!” I gasped. I immediately felt like such a coward for asking it. But it was a shocking experience and the words just flew from my lips.
Jeffrey took my arm with one of his large, strong mitts and curled it back into my body, stepping toward me. “No, we’re not going to fall, Roger. The power will come back and we’ll be on our way.”
Then, the emergency lights kicked in, and were both illuminated in a soft reddish-yellow glow. I looked up to see Jeffrey looming over me, his arms still entwined with my own. I felt that weakness again. I was putty in this man’s arms. The combinations of my lust for Jeffrey and the intensity of being trapped in an elevator overwhelmed me, and I felt my cock begin to rise.
I was desperate to move away, to prevent Jeffrey from noticing my excitement, but he had me trapped by his strong embrace. “Don’t know how long until the power comes back on,” Jeffrey began in a low, husky tone. “We could be stuck in here for a while.”
My gaze was locked into his own. “We sure could be…” I muttered, entranced by his thick baritone.
He tugged me in closer. My cock was raging now and I no longer cared if he noticed. He leaned down and planted a firm, searching kiss on my lips. My eyes closed instinctively as my lips seized hold of his own. His kiss was tense and commanding, as if to claim possession over me. My knees buckled, and I slipped out of his arms and down on the floor of the elevator.
Jeffrey leaned back against the wall of elevator and parted his thick, wool coat. I reached under his blazer and found the buckle. Tracing my fingers down, I clinched the tab of his zipper and eased open the fly of his designer trousers. I could feel a massive bulge running down the inside of his left leg, but I had no idea just how massive Jeffrey truly was until I reached into his open fly and worked his thick cock out through the opening.
He was hung like a bull, with a nine-inch honey brown ramrod. My mouth watered at the sight of it. Jeffrey grunted as my fingers peeled back his uncut foreskin to reveal his fat, rosy tip.
The heavy aroma seeping from his engorged member was filling my lungs, and maddening me with extreme desire. I placed my lips around his cockhead and eased my mouth down over his tremendous pole. I had to stretch and lurch my jaws to accommodate his immense girth.
His cock had a sweet, but almost chemical taste, and I realized he likely perfumed his pubes. I managed to take only half of him into my mouth before I needed to pause and give my jaws time to relax and open wider. In the mean time, I furiously worked the underside of his magnificent cock with my tongue, swirling it all around his mushroom tip and rimming under the flap of his foreskin.
His hips were bucking softly with the motions of my tongue. My jaw was losing its tension and I was now able to take him in further. His cock head was nailing my uvula before I even had my nose down to his pubes. But with a little effort, I was able to swallow him whole, taking the entirety of his massive member down my gullet.
My own thin prick raged inside my pants as I gobbled Jeffrey’s crown jewel. I unzipped my fly and unfurled my cock, so that I might jerk myself while I continued to blow the god standing above me.
Jeffrey was soon panting and gyrating his hips with great motion as I pumped his cock down my throat like a piston. He was heaving tremendously, but I was the one worse for the wear. I couldn’t help myself. I orgasmed first, spraying my load out onto the floor of the elevator between Jeffrey’s expensive Italian loafers.
Seeing me come must have been enough to send him over the edge, because he almost immediately snatched his cock from my throat and fired away three or four thick wads of salty, sticky come onto my chin and lips. I lapped at the trickle of thick paste still oozing from his slit as his seed dripped from my chin and plopped on the elevator floor.
Once I had his knob polished up, Jeffrey folded his huge cock back into his trousers and zipped up.
As I was still wiping his come from my face and licking clean my fingertips, we felt a mighty jerk of the elevator and the lights returned to normal. We heard the ‘ding’ of the door, signaling that it was about to open on the floor we had reached, and Jeffrey grabbed my arms and with a quick heave, jerked me to my feet as I furiously smeared the last of his come from my mouth.
The door opened, and we smiled to greet the servicemen who had ‘rescued us’.
“Gosh, we’re sorry! It must have been awful being stuck in there in the dark like that!” one tubby little serviceman responded.
“Oh, it wasn’t all that bad. Was it, Roger?” Jeffrey asked with a coy smile.
“ Not at all. I actually rather enjoyed going down with you.”