getting to fuck the neighbor 11

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“What the fuck?” I don’t know whether that was just what raced through my mind or whether Trent yelled it, but it’s the thought I awoke to, as I saw this beautiful tall slender woman sitting on the bed next to Trent.
“Sarah?” Trent exclaimed.
“Oh fuck, it’s a wife or girlfriend,” is what went through my mind. I didn’t move a muscle, in hopes that somehow I would just fade into oblivion.
“What are you doing here?” Trent asked.
“Trent, your memory totally sucks! You know Mom and Dad and I were coming to visit this week. We left a message for you this morning on your phone, didn’t you get it?” she asked.
“Oh fuck! No, I didn’t… We were… Oh, man. Where are Mom and Dad?” Trent asked, now in a full panic.
They dropped me off because I needed to use the bathroom, but then Mom wanted to run to the store so she can cook for you tonight,” she explained.
“Well, go to the bathroom, then!” Trent said.
“I already did! I came in put my bags over there, peed, and sat and watched you two sleep for a few minutes,” she said with a big smile. “You’re so rude! Are you going to introduce us?”
Trent, seeming very flustered, said, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. This is Paul, he’s my…”
“…boyfriend, yeah, I get that. Hi, Paul, I’m Sarah. I’m Trent’s little sister,” she said as she reached out to shake my hand.
“Hello, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Trent’s neighbor,” I said, in a desperate attempt to recover.
“Mom!” Trent shouted. In all the confusion, none of us had noticed Trent’s parents standing in the hallway, his father holding his mother, seemingly trying to stabilize her.
When she realized we had seen her, she put her chin up and marched into the bedroom, extended her hand to me, and said, “I’m Trent’s mother, Page.”
As I shook her hand, his father approached the bed and extended his hand, adding “And, I’m Dan, Trent’s dad. Nice to meet you, young man.”
At this point, I was still unsure whether this was just a bizarre nightmare or whether it was really happening. Then, Page, who was now sitting on the bed with her arm around her son, said, “Okay, let’s give these boys a chance to get themselves together, out of here, both of you! I’m going to put on a pot of coffee,” she said to Sarah and Dan, as she shooed them out of the room.
As the door closed, and the voices faded, I looked over at Trent.
“Dude… you are white as a fuckin’ ghost!” He said and then started laughing hysterically.I was reeling from the events of the last ten minutes. Trent leaned over and apologized and kissed me and said, “You’re my boyfriend. Once Sarah knows something, there can be no secrets! We just have to assume it’s public knowledge, now.” He said, smiling that big boyish smile.
“Wow, I’m really surprised your parents took that so well.”
“Yeah, they’re really cool. They’ve always been very open-minded and have allowed Sarah and me to make our own decisions. They may give us a nudge from time to time, but they really want us to live our own lives.”
I was speechless. Absolutely stunned and speechless.
“Now, if we don’t get out there quick, they’ll be back in here, so, do you think you can walk yet?” He said, laughing.
We stood up, but I have to admit I was still a little apprehensive. I hadn’t even contemplated my short-lived relationship with Trent would ever get to the “meet the parents” phase, and I has sure never contemplated that I’d meet them all in Trent’s bed! Trent pulled me into his arms and told me, “Relax. They’re really great people, and I know they’re really going to like you.”
As we went into the living room, Dan said, “Trent, throw your shoes on and come with me. We had a blowout on the way, and I want to get a new tire put on the car before I do anything else.”
“Sure, Dad,” Trent replied. Trent grabbed his shoes and put them on.
“Wait, now, I just put on a fresh pot of coffee. Can’t you boys wait until after we have coffee?” Page pleaded.
“No, I want to get this done now, so we won’t be worried about running around in the car. It should only take about an hour,” Dan said.
Trent turned and grabbed his wallet, then turned to me and said, “You gonna be okay here while I’m gone?”
Insulted, Page came to attention, “Well, what in the world… What kind of question is that? You act like you’re leavin’ him with a couple of barracudas!” Trent’s Dad chuckled, as Page continued, “Goodness sake, he’s in good hands. You boys go on, and we’ll take good care of Paul while you’re gone. Paul, you’re just gonna relax with us and have some coffee–do you like coffee, Paul?”
“Yes, Ma’am, I LOVE coffee,” I answered.
“Good, then it’s settled,” Page said.
I was stunned when Trent leaned in and kissed me on the lips, and then turned to leave, saying, “And, don’t ya’ll be interrogating Paul while we’re gone.”
“Now, you stop that! We wouldn’t do that,” Page said.
As I watched Trent disappear out the door, I looked over toward Sarah and Page, who were both looking at me with knowing looks. “Just relax. This will only hurt a little,” Sarah laughed.
“Aw, stop that and carry this coffee for me, Sarah. Paul, they give me the hardest time. Don’t you worry about a thing. You’re in good hands,” Page promised.
Page had put together a tray with cups, cream, sugar, and a French Press full of fresh brewed coffee. Sarah grabbed the tray and headed out toward the balcony, and Page approached me, took my arm, and started leading me to the balcony.
As we took our places around the patio table, Sarah–with a devilish smile on her face, not unlike her brother’s–justified her brother’s apprehension, saying “Here’s how this is gonna go down. We want the dirt!” Sarah said.
I was expecting Page to reign Sarah in, but instead she added, “Yes, sweetie, sing like a bird!” Page cackled, as she poured my coffee. “Be careful, though, dear. Remember, I’m somebody’s mother. I don’t want ALL the details!”
“Yeah, you can save those to tell me later tonight,” Sarah said.
I was horrified. All I really had were dirty details, tales of our sexual exploits and how much I loved making love with Trent. Then, suddenly, as though some third person in my mind stepped up to the plate, I heard myself say, “Well, we were both coming home at the same time one evening, and Trent introduced himself to me. We talked a while, and he asked if I wanted to have a few beers with him. I told him I don’t drink and…”
“At ALL??? You don’t drink at all, dear? Paul, Honey, are you on the wagon?” Page asked.
“Subtle, Mom. Real subtle,” Sarah said, as she sipped her coffee.
“No, no. Nothing like that. Just never developed a taste for it,” I replied.
“So, back to the story!” Sarah said, shooting an agitated look toward her mother.
“Well, I told him I kept some beer in my fridge for company and invited him over. He said yes, and we hit it off. We’ve been together ever since!” I said.
“Oh, it’s so romantic! Sarah, dear, one day you’re going to meet a nice boy like your brother did, you’ll see,” Page said. As the full impact of what Page just said hit her, she had a perplexed look on her face.
“Yeah, those are words you never thought you’d hear pass your lips, eh, Mom?” Sarah chuckled.
“What about the sex?” Sarah asked.
I was once again stunned. I liked how direct Sarah was, much like her brother, but there were times when I was taken aback by it, and this was certainly one of those times. I could feel myself blushing, as I looked down at my coffee, half wondering whether I could drown myself in it in order to escape the rest of my interrogation!
“Oh, come on. We found you in bed with him. I know you all are sleeping together. Plus, we have a good reason for asking!” Sarah said, exchanging a knowing glance with her mother.
“Sarah! Did you forget I’m somebody’s mother?” Page asked, seeming rather annoyed.
“Mom, get a grip. You know why I’m asking.” Sarah countered.
“Okay, but this conversation stays right here. Between us!” Page demanded.
Sarah agreed, and then said, looking knowingly at her mother, as though there was some unspoken communication occurring between them, “I don’t know how to say this, so I will just say it. Trent didn’t do so well with women. They loved him and found him incredibly attractive, but his relationships never really lasted.”
“He’s a man who likes to be a man, if you know what I mean,” Page interjected, trying to lessen the impact of her son’s perceived shortcomings. “He likes to be in control of things, and women today don’t take kindly to that. Women just didn’t seem to understand him. He’s a little rough with them, sometimes, I guess.” She looked concerned and vulnerable, like a mother who recognizes something is wrong with her child, but is wrestling with how to manage it.
“Yeah, he’s a kinky, arrogant, and rough in bed,” Sarah added, as clarification to her mother’s comments.
“Do you find this to be true, dear?” Page asked, making absolutely no attempts to disguise her concern.
“Oh, yeah, that’s what I like about him!” I heard myself say. There was a pregnant pause, as they both looked at me with their mouths open.
“Sounds like you’re our man! Welcome to the family, Paul,” Sarah said, as she and Page clicked their glasses together, apparently toasting the victory at the end of a hard fought battle.
Page chuckled, and then confided, “Sarah thought you were a woman yesterday!”
“What?” I asked.
Sarah explained, “Well, I called Trent at work yesterday, and he sounded like he was walking on air. I told Mom and Dad that I just knew he had found his soul mate, and that I couldn’t wait to meet her. Trent wouldn’t tell me anything, but I kept asking about his new ‘love interest’, and he just kept chuckling.”
“Yes, well, apparently, you forgot that the point of your call was to remind him that we would be here today, and to be sure he was off work for a couple days, so we could spend time with him. She’s such a gossip!” Page said.
“So, you live RIGHT next door?” Sarah asked.
“Yep,” I replied.
“Wow, let’s go see your place!” Sarah said.
“Sarah, you don’t just invite yourself to someone’s home! Good grief!” Page exclaimed.
“Mom, he’s sleeping with my brother. He’s family!” Sarah countered.

TBC………

Sheridan (a sexy bed-time story) part 2

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“Did they give you an ointment, to make it easier on you?”
“Yes.” Sheri has started slightly, surprised. He had been told not to expect this generosity.
“Fetch it.”
Sheri darts out from under him, nimbly, and fetches the jar, bringing it back with him.
“Quickly,” the Elf growls, his voice hoarse with desire. “Rub it on my phallus.”
Sheridan obeys, then sets the jar aside and tucks himself under the Elf-King’s body. This time, there is no need for hesitation before the Elf grabs Sheri’s hips and plows into him.
Sheri doesn’t cry out. Only once,as the Elf-King pounds mercilessly into Sheri, until he feels ready to faint from the pain of being impaled on this Elf’s cock, far larger than a human penis,only once does he cry out, when the Elf stills a moment and shudders before continuing to rut. Sheri thinks he’ll never stop, fucking him hard and fast as he pumps him full of more cum than Sheri knew any one body could hold.
He’d been told about men, but he didn’t know about elves, so it’s with alarm that he feels the base of the elf-King’s cock starting to grow engorged as it pumps seed. A thick knot forms at the base, until the King is inextricably lodged inside Sheri and they are locked together. Only then does he top, panting, and he pushes gently on Sheri. Obedient, Sheri lowers himself carefully down onto the sheets, lying full length on the bed. The King’s weight settles on him, heavy and warm. Sheri can feel how the elf holds himself up on his elbows, so that the youth is not crushed with the weight.
He moves his hand down to find the King’s, and clasps it. The elf rumbles his approval, and weaves their fingers together. Near to fainting with exhaustion and pain, Sheri sleeps.
*
“Well, Sheridan? What shall I do with you?”
Sheri stands again before the elf-King and his court, with no less calm, proud, exotic beauty than he had the day before.
“I am yours, my lord, to do with as you wish.”
“Sheridan,” Sheri’s father begs.
The elf-King frowns. “My decree states that I should have you put to death, and yet I have promised your father I should let you choose your own fate. So heed him, and go home. Go live out your life in peace.”
“If my lord wishes it,” Sheri drops his eyes. “But…”
“But?”
Sheri looks up. “But I did promise to tell the King a secret.”
“I remember,” the King rumbles.
“My life is yours, my lord, and if you would send me away, then let it be so. But I beg to stay for one more night, so I might tell the King the answer he asked of me. And if it does not please you, then let me be killed tomorrow.”
The court stares at him in disbelief. The King laughs. “You truly are mad, little lad. One night is not enough, you would endure a second?”
“If I have pleased my King,” Sheri says, in a soft breath of a voice that goes straight to the elf-King’s groin and resides there all day.
*
“Give me your secret, lad, I’ve waited long enough.” The elf-King rumbles with fond amusement, drawing Sheri into his lap.
Sheri steals a kiss before he replies. “My mother taught me many things, before she died. When one day I told her I had fallen in love, she taught me her secrets, how to win any male whom I loved, be he elf or man. Each night before I slept, she whispered her secrets and stories into my ear. Each night for years, until she died.”
“Did you win your lover?”
“Not yet,” Sheri smiles, and gives him a deep, lingering kiss. “My mother was a courtesan,” he says, when the kiss is finished.
“A courtesan?”
“From a land across the sea. I’ll tell you the story. Tomorrow.”
The elf-King laughs. “Tomorrow,” he agrees.
*
“When my mother fell in love with my father,” Sheri begins the next night, as he steps into the bath, “she used her secrets to win him, and he brought her home and married her. They loved each other deeply. She told me her tales from across the sea, even though she never returned to her beloved homeland, she never once regretted leaving it. She told me that love was worth every risk. It is from her that I get my golden eyes.”
He takes the soap and lathers it into the elf-King’s thick silver fur, and this time, when the elf begins to fill him with his thick, sticky semen, Sheri cries out in ecstasy, and spills his own hot seed into the water.
“What will you tell me tomorrow?” the elf-King asks, as he carries Sheri to bed.
“I’ll tell you a story, of the Beauty and the Beast,” Sheridan promises.
*
“Your lover,” the elf-King speaks, “the one for whom your mother taught you her secrets. Who was he?”
“I’ll tell you tomorrow,” Sheri replies, and then gasps as the King’s long elf-tongue wraps around his cock.
*
“It was you, of course. It was always you.”
*
For a thousand nights this continues, each night Sheridan promising a new secret or story in exchange for his life for one more day. On the thousand and first, the elf-King enters to find Sheri curled up by the window, watching the sunset with a frown.
Smiling, the elf wraps his arms around his beloved. “You promised me your mother’s secret for how she kept your father.”
“She told me, always give him something to look forward to. Always give him something to come home to. Always keep him waiting, but never too long. Always promise him secrets, and let him earn the answers. And when you give him kisses and caresses, give each one as if it’s a cherished gift. Never give a kiss that’s worth less than your very soul.” He laughs, sadly. “She whispered those to me on her deathbed.”
The elf-King holds him, as the sun sets and the sky darkens. The silence is warm, soft, and generous.
“What will you tell me tomorrow?” the elf-King asks, with a kiss.
“I have nothing, my lord. I have given you the last of my secrets. I’ve used the last of my excuses. Tomorrow you will have me killed, according to your decree, or do with me otherwise, as you see fit.”
“I will overturn the decree, Sheri. You have earned it, and your freedom. You’re free to go, Sheridan.”
He feels the youth’s heart quicken in alarm. “My lord, there is no worse torment I could suffer than to be parted from you. Please, I beg you not to send me away.”
“Then stay, and be my consort. You will rule always by my side, for you have earned the right.”
Sheri smiles. “Your consort, and your mate?”
The elf-King lowers his head, his breath warm on Sheri’s lips as he replies: “I’ll tell you tomorrow.”

Sheridan part 1

Long ago, before anyone’s grandfather could remember, there had been a war, between elves and men. The elves won, not only because they were stronger, faster, and more cunning, but because they did not betray their own kind, as did the men.
After the war, a peace was settled, so that man and elf might live in unity, but only an elf was allowed to hold the throne, because humans were easily corrupted, and could not be trusted with government.
Hundreds of years passed, and times changed. Things were forgotten, even by the long-lived elves. A young elf rose to the throne, and he was the best king the land had known for many centuries. He ruled generously and well, and was loved by his people. By his side he kept a human lover, and for many years they were happy.
But the Elf-King found out that his lover had betrayed him, and he flew into a rage. “O, that I should have forgotten what my forefathers warned: humans are evil, lying betrayers. I was a fool to have loved one.”
So did he have his lover put to death.
After that, the Elf-King was changed. Wrathful and temperamental, he sent out a command that the humans would provide to him each day a virgin youth or maiden to be his mate for the night, and in the morning they were put to death.
Every night, the screams could be heard echoing for miles around the castle.
*
Sheri pushed his way into the room, bickering with and shoving past any guard who tried to stop him. The night’s sacrifice was in tears, mewling piteously, with long wailing sobs.
“Oh, god’s fur, you’re going to present that to his majesty?” Sheri snaps.
The courtier overseeing the girl’s preparations looks up. “Who are you?”
Sheri lifts his head proudly. “I am Sheridan. You’re going to present me to the king in place of her.”
“Just like that? This can’t be done, you aren’t sanctioned. I don’t know who you think you are.”
“What choice do you have?” Sheri indicates the girl, who might have been pretty under the tears, but now merely looks ghoulish. “Let the King decide, if he’ll have me.”
The courtier nods. “We’ll have to hurry, then. Strip.”
*
Sheri refuses make-up, even threatens to bite the cosmetic artists when they try to insist, so it is in the simplest of white ceremonial dresses that Sheri is escorted into the court, his shoulder-length chestnut hair tucked with demure white blossoms. As the veils are drawn aside, he drops respectfully to his knees, but then raises his eyes boldly to gaze at the king.
The king’s most respected adviser—a human, who has earned his position owing to his having wisdom and honor to match any Elf—leaps to his feet. “Sheri!”
The Elf-King turns to his adviser, puzzled. “You know this boy?”
“Your majesty,” the adviser drops to his knees. “From my long years of loyal service, I crave your indulgence. This boy is my only son. I know he was not the one chosen to be your companion tonight, I have seen the girl chosen with my own eyes.”
“My worthy father,” Sheri interrupts. “And O, most beloved sovereign, I beg your indulgences.” Sheri stands, a proud, exotic beauty with dazzling gold eyes, tall and lithe, graceful in form, with broad shoulders and narrow hips. “It is true, I was not the one chosen for you. The maiden was, however, ill-disposed, and I begged to be given the honor in her place.”
“You stand before me of your own free will?” The Elf-King rumbles, intrigued.
“I do.” Sheri holds the King’s gaze without fear or hesitation.
“My liege!” The adviser begs. “My son is not well, he knows not what he does! I beg you, I am an old man, my boy is all I have. Do not take him from me.”
The Elf-King rumbles, pacing forward. “It is an interesting dilemma you present, boy. What is your name?”
Sheri is tall, for a human, but the Elf towers over him by almost a foot. “Sheridan,” he replies, voice raised only enough for the King’s ears to hear, regardless of the entire court.
“And you know, Sheridan, that to be my companion tonight means to die tomorrow?”
“I am willing, my lord, to take that risk.”
The Elf stands close, challenging, demanding, and his breath is warm on Sheri’s neck. He studies Sheri at a proximity that would make a normal man stammer with terror. Although he can sense Sheri’s heartbeat quicken a step, the youth shows no other signs of fear. His eyes do not leave the Elf’s face, and their gaze promises desire, and devotion. The Elf has never seen such eyes, nor such depths of emotion, and he has never felt such lust as he feels for this strange reckless boy with eyes like the harvest moon.
“Why?” The Elf asks, and he can hear the boy’s breath catch, before he replies.
“I am of age, my liege, and I could desire no greater honor, than to lay down my body and my life for your majesty’s pleasure.”
The Elf-King considers, brushing his fingers across Sheri’s cheek. The youth closes his eyes, turning his head into the touch and kisses the Elf’s palm. When his eyes open again, there is a soft blush on his cheeks, and his gaze is deeper, smoky-sensual.
The Elf turns, hand still on Sheri’s cheek, to regard his adviser. “For someone so clearly unwell in the brain, your son is undeniably convincing that he knows exactly what he does, my friend.”
The adviser’s eyes linger over the pair, distressed. “Your majesty.”
The Elf turns back to Sheri, clearly enthralled by him. “But the youth is of age, and not only eligible, but willing. His hand slides lower, caressing Sheri’s throat. The motion elicits a delicious shudder from the boy. “I will mate with him tonight. I cannot resist so exceptional a gift, when it is freely offered. But because I so value your friendship, I will show mercy. Your son may choose his own fate, on the morrow. Is this acceptable?”
The adviser looks down as he nods, heartbroken in the apparent loss of his son. “Yes, your majesty.”
Letting go of Sheri, the Elf-King returns to his throne. “Take him to my chambers.”
*
Sheri looks out the window at the darkening sky.
“It is usually an hour before he will hence, lad,” the old maidservant says.
“Yes,” Sheri nods. “I know.”
“You know how he will mate with you?”
Again, Sheri nods. “I am not afraid.”
“Here.” The maid presses a jar into his hand. “Do you know the use of this?”
“Yes. The ointment eases his entrance.”
“More than just that, lad. Use it liberally, now, and right before he takes you, if he allows it. He probably will not. It will loosen you, so that there is less… tearing.”
Sheri’s hands shake slightly as he opens the jar of sweet-smelling ointment. “Thank you.”
*
It is late, before the Elf-King is released from matters of state. He finds Sheri in his chambers, curled up in a chair, fast asleep. For a time, he merely watches his prey, carefully extending a claw to tuck a stray lock of hair back into place. Sheridan is even more beautiful asleep, features relaxed into a sweet innocence that somehow suits him even better than the fearless adoration he showed before the court. The Elf bends to smell him, and he smells of soap and spice, over the more delicious natural scent of his youth’s skin. Rumbling a pleased noise low in his throat, the Elf rests one arm on the wing of the chair, by Sheri’s head, and leans in to taste him. His lips are soft, inviting the Elf to part them with his tongue.
Sheri gasps, eyes fluttering open. He stares at the King, startled to find the Elf’s vivid green eyes so close to his own. He looks very innocent and defenseless, with his eyes wide and alarmed, like a startled lamb. It stirs something powerful inside the Elf-King’s soul that hungers, for such breathtaking prey.
“You were sleeping,” the Elf chuckles.
Sheri blushes, finally dropping his arresting golden eyes. “I’m sorry, your majesty.”
The Elf lifts his chin with a knuckle. “Don’t drop your eyes.”
Sheri smiles at him. “Yes, my lord.” It’s impossible to resist a smile on lips that beautiful, so the King kisses him again. One of Sheri’s hands steals onto the King’s shoulder as he kisses back, wary of the Elf’s sharp teeth. When the kiss is broken, Sheri gazes at him, soft and dazed.
“Why would you give yourself to me willingly, Sheridan?”
“Please call me Sheri,” he blurts, without thinking, and blushes once he realizes it.
“Sheri,” the Elf rumbles, pleased.
“I’ll tell you tomorrow,” Sheri says. “I promise.”
He leans up, kissing the Elf under his chin, and the Elf-King laughs. He gathers Sheridan into his arms, and places him onto the bed. Sheri shudders, when the Elf tears the buttons from Sheri’s shirt, and runs his rough hands—long-fingered and dexterous like human hands, but not so soft, and not so harmless—over his prey’s bare chest. He follows the touch with a nip from his huge teeth that makes Sheri gasp, with a flicker of fear in his heartbeat.
“You are not entirely without fear of me,” the King observes. He strips Sheri off his pants, and then stops, gazing upon him.
Sheri lies exposed and vulnerable on the bed, raised slightly on his elbows. His rosy, boyish cock lifts, half-erect, from the nest of curls between his legs, but his skin is otherwise soft, unbroken, and almost completely hairless. He’s even more beautiful now, with his cheeks flushed, lips parted, eyes hesitant but willing. The King runs his thumb over one of the youth’s strange, useless male nipples, and laughs, surprised and delighted, when it makes Sheri gasp and arch in pleasure.
“What a strange, fearless little human you are,” the Elf says. “Come here. Undress me.”
Sheri rises to his knees, unfastening the Elf-King’s ornate, heavy tunic, and lets it fall away. He runs his fingers through the thick fur, in awe, and it is to the Elf-King’s complete surprise that Sheri suddenly nuzzles his chest, dropping a few enamored kisses on his collarbone.
“Hurry up,” the king coaxes, so Sheri quickly undoes the buttons, so the Elf can kick away the trousers.
Sheri has never seen an Elf naked, so he stares, in fascination and some horror, at the huge, angry red phallus emerging from its sheath. The King can smell his fear, and the quickening of his pulse.
“Are you still willing, lad?” he asks, darkly amused.
“Yes,” Sheri responds, and has dropped to his knees on the marble floor and wrapped his mouth around it so quickly the King nearly stumbles in surprise. Never before has any creature performed this act for him unasked. One of Sheri’s soft, gentle, human hands rests on the King’s hip, and the other wraps around the warm furry sheath at the base of the King’s cock. His fingers explore the skin with quick, deft little motions that make it hard to breathe evenly, and soon they’ve dropped lower, to attend the twin sacks of the Elf-King’s testes, heavy with seed.
His tongue moves like he’s done this before, like he wasn’t near paralyzed with fear at the sight of it, a moment before. He sucks like he’s starving for it, quick and eager, and the King catches at the bedpost to keep from swaying with pleasure. Even the little moans Sheri makes are maddening, delicious, and the Elf-King has to pull Sheri off and pin him to the bed before he loses himself to the sensations.
Sheri blushes at his own impudence, and at the way the King holds him, firm, stern, and a little bit dangerous, but very, very aroused. Sheri can feel it, pressing into his thigh.
“Turn over,” the Elf-King commands.
Sheri shifts, about to obey, but the King’s grip has not loosened. “I can’t,” Sheri replies, and the King kisses him again, deep and demanding, before releasing him. Sheri turns over, rising carefully onto all fours, tucking the curve of his ass against the Elf’s stomach like an open invitation. It takes every scrap of the King’s willpower not to plow into him that instant.
*****
Note: Sheridan means “a wild man”

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I never stop loving you

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Noah opened his lips allowing Zach to push his tongue between them and dance with his own. Zach could feel Noah’s hot tears trickling down between their cheeks as he brought his hands up to cup each side of Noah’s head, holding him as if he were the last precious drink of water in an arid wasteland. Noah snaked his arms around Zach’s torso, feeling every curve of his body and pulling him in tighter. They stayed like this for what seemed like an eternity, neither wanting to give up what they had desired for so long.
Finally breaking apart to breathe, Zach stepped back from Noah. “I love you.” He smiled into Noah’s face.
“Yeah I know. I was just testing you,” said Noah, his blush giving him away.
“Oh really,” said Zach looking amused ,“Can I ask you a question? It’s about something you said in the locker room today.”
“What?” asked Noah looking at Zach questioningly as he dropped down on to the couch pulling Zach down with him.
“Do you dream about me?” Zach said looking inquisitively at Noah.
Noah blushed instantly, his cheeks turning bright red. “Maybe.” He said.
“What kind of dreams?” asked Zach a devilish smile playing across his lips.
“Just dreams,” squeaked Noah aware of Zach’s hand sliding up his thigh.
“Do you wake up from these dreams with wet sheets?” asked Zach turning on to his side.
“Sometimes.” Noah breathed.
“Only sometimes?”
“Sometimes I wake up before…you know. And I have to… you know.” Noah said, unsure at where his sudden nervous demeanor had come from.
“Do you touch yourself Noah?” Zach asked his smile returning.
“Yes, Yes I do.” Noah groaned.
Zach rolled over so he was straddling Noah on the couch. Their groins pressed together as Zach began to rock slowly back and forth.
“Tell me what happens in you dreams.” Zach whispered into Noah’s ear, licking the ridge of Noah’s ear lobe.
“Your hands. Over my body.” Noah grunted.
Zach began to glide his hands up under Noah’s sweatshirt over his torso, stopping to massage his thumbs into Noah’s erect nipples. With Noah’s help he removed his shirt and began massaging his firm biceps. Running his fingertips up the sensitive skin behind Noah’s ears and tangling his fingers in his dirty blonde hair.
“Then what happens?” Zach whispered his face buried in the crook of Noah’s neck.
“You…you…kiss my neck and my chest.” Noah breathed, praying he wasn’t about to wake up.
Zach smiled into Noah’s shoulder and brought his head up to kiss Noah ever so softly on the lips, not allowing Noah’s eager tongue to enter his mouth as he moved on placing soft butterfly kisses along Noah’s jaw line and down his neck. Until he came to the join of Noah’s neck and shoulder. Zach opened his mouth barely and allowed his tongue to dart out and taste salty skin. Opening his mouth wider he kissed Noah’s neck deeper allowing his teeth to softly graze the skin. Noah let out a low deep growling moan that rumbled through his chest.
“You like that?” Zach whispered smiling down at Noah.
“Please don’t stop.” Noah moaned.
“Never baby, I’ll never stop.” Zach whispered, shifting himself further down Noah’s body so his face was level with Noah’s pecs and began placing soft kisses along the curves of Noah’s muscles, directly avoiding touching his nipples. Noah arched his chest up signaling his desire. Zach grinned, opening his mouth and taking Noah’s nipple between his teeth and sucking hard. Noah let out a sharp breath and placed his hand on the back of Zach’s head. Zach did the same to the other nipple before bringing his face back up level with Noah’s.
“Tell me what happens next,” said Zach.
“Let me show you.” whispered Noah. And before Zach could respond, Noah locked his thighs around Zach and rolled them both off the couch onto the carpet.
Zach struggled to take back control but was surprised at the strength with which Noah held him down.
“Uh uh. My turn now.” Grinned Noah nervously.
“We no longer have a need for this,” said Noah ripping open Zach’s shirt, buttons flying everywhere.
“Whoah, there’s the Noah I know and love,” said Zach smiling up at the sexy confident man above him.
“Or these,” said Noah pulling Zach’s jeans down in one swift motion. “These might have to go as well.” Noah muttered under his breath as he curled his fingers under the fabric of Zach’s tight cotton shorts and pulled them down over his knees. “Wow dude, you truly are a god,” said Noah looking down at the naked form of Zach.
His body was magnificent, long muscular arms stretching out from incredibly broad shoulders and the most amazing torso, leading down in a v-shape to his golden hips. Proudly standing up between his legs was his smooth 8-inch cock, not too thick but thick enough to make Noah realise he would be feeling it the next day. Ironically he was the man of Noah’s dreams.
Zach squirmed beneath Noah. “Let me help you with these.” He said his palms running up to the waistband of Noah’s pants.
“Soon enough, I haven’t had my fun yet.” Noah said, pushing Zach’s hands away.
He bent and kissed Zach passionately on the lips, unable to get enough of him. Pulling away he lunged at Zach’s neck sucking hard enough to raise a bruise. Continuing down Zach’s torso with a trail of soft kisses until he came to his hips.
Sitting further back on Zach’s legs Noah began to trail his fingertips in a curve from beneath Zach’s belly button around to the sensitive inside of his legs. Noah lowered himself down so his head was between Zach’s legs. Reaching out he took Zach’s rod in his hand and held the throbbing member back against his taught stomach. Noah breathed in the musky smell of Zach’s arousal as he opened his mouth and placed his tongue right at the base of Zach’s cock he drew a line of saliva up the entire length. Zach let out an audible groan. Noah avoided directly touching the head as he traced a line around the diameter of Zach’s pole. Noah leaned back slightly and softly blew over the wet skin.
“Holy shit, where did you learn to do that?” Zach gasped, curling his fingers into the thick carpet. It felt like someone had run an icy blade up the length of his cock.
“Dreams of you dude, dreams of you.” Grinned Noah.
Noah repeated the same process over Zach’s hairless balls, enjoying the groans he was eliciting from the older man.
“Noah please, I can’t stand it anymore.” Panted Zach after Noah had dragged his tongue along every piece of sensitive skin between his legs except for his cock.
The helplessness in Zach’s voice pushed Noah over the edge. He couldn’t withstand the pleasure it gave him to be able to bring a man like Zach to begging for release. Before Zach could even think, he felt Noah’s hot lips sink down over his shaft. Zach fully expected Noah to stop halfway and couldn’t quite believe it when he felt the head of his cock pass through the opening to Noah’s throat and Noah’s lips come to rest at his base.
“Oh Fuck! Holy Shit! No one has ever…”Zach trailed off.
Noah put as much suction as he could around Zach as he pulled himself back up. Delicately he dragged his tongue across Zach’s pee slit, tasting the pre-cum before impaling himself upon Zach again. This time he began a slow rise and decent.
“Mmmmm… Mmmmm… Mmmmm… Mmmmm… Mmmmm…”
“Oooh Oooh…Oooh Oooh…Oooh Oooh… Oooh Oooh…Oooh Oooh…”
“Uuuuuh… Uuuuuh… Uuuuuh… Uuuuuh… Uuuuuh…”
Zach moaned loudly as Noah licked and sucked him until he was on the brink of madness. Every time Zach threatened to blow, Noah would stop just long enough for Zach to regain self-control then begin orally assaulting him again.
As Zach’s moans increased in frequency and volume Noah found it increasingly harder to control his own need for release.
“Zach?” Noah panted.
“Uuuuuh. Yeah?”
“I need you. Please.” Noah whispered.
Zach pulled himself up the best he could and stood on wobbly legs, reaching a hand out he pulled Noah up into his arms. They helped each other down the hallway, bumping into bits of furniture as Zach blindly kissed Noah while helping to remove his pants.
“You’re so hot!” Noah growled as he stumbled out of them. His hands running in circles over Zach’s shoulder blades.
“Right back at you babe.” Zach breathed as they both fell through the door to Zach’s bedroom.
Zach reluctantly drew himself away from Noah and pushed him back on to the bed, Noah pulled himself on further as Zach climbed on top of him. Zach locked fingers with Noah squeezing his hands as they began to kiss passionately, Noah’s legs wrapping themselves around Zach’s waist as he began to grind himself into Noah.
“Zach. Fuck. Me.” said Noah between mouthfuls of his lips and tongue.
Zach let go of Noah’s hands and leaned back from their kiss. He reached over to the bedside table and opened the second draw, pulling out a small bottle.
“Damn it, I’m out of lube.” He said throwing the empty bottle at the floor.
“I don’t care. Fuck me dry, I need you Zach.” Noah said sliding his underwear off and opening his legs for Zach.
Zach stared at Noah’s beautiful cock, it wasn’t quite as long as his own but it definitely wasn’t small either. He could see Noah’s rosebud peaking out from between his spread cheeks and he knew taking Noah dry would hurt him.
Before Zach could think about his idea twice he had pulled Noah’s thighs up over his shoulders and had buried his face between his cheeks. His tongue found Noah’s sweet smelling rosebud and dove in as far as it could go.
“Ooooh Uhh dude, where on earth did you come from?” Noah said his eyes rolling back in his head.
Zach slid a finger into Noah’s tight hole next to his tongue, trying to make Noah as wet as he could. When he had lubed Noah up as much as he could he let him down from his shoulders, bending Noah’s legs at the knees and spreading them apart.
Zach placed the head of his cock at Noah’s opening spreading the pre-cum, which was steadily dripping from his own cock, over Noah’s hole. He then pushed his head into Noah slowly, eliciting a groan from both of them. Slowly he pushed another couple of inches before allowing Noah to adjust. He rocked back out before pushing more of himself into Noah. When he had about 7 inches of his cock buried in Noah’s ass he began to thrust steadily, controlling himself so as to not push in more than Noah could handle.
“Oooh yeah, you’re holding out on me Zach. I’ll be okay, oooooohhh, my throat isn’t the only part off me that uhuhuh… can take all of you. I promise.” Panted Noah looking into his face.
Noah allowed himself to relax as much as possible as he felt Zach fill him.
Nobody had ever been able to accommodate the entirety of Zach and the feeling of his whole dick buried inside Noah was incredible. He began to thrust faster, all sense of control gone.
Noah began to grunt louder and louder as Zach thrust into him.
“Harder, Zach. Fuck me harder.” Noah shouted.
Zach slammed himself into Noah, pulling himself almost all the way out before ramming back in.
“Noah, open your eyes. I want you to see what you do to me.” Zach panted feeling himself reaching the edge. “This is all because of you baby.”
Noah opened his eyes and watched Zack’s expression of ecstasy as he fucked him.
“I love you Noah, this is what you do to me. I love you so much.” Zach shouted never taking his eyes away from Noah’s.
“Cum in me Zach” Noah whispered up into the face of his lover. “I love you Zach, I love you.”
“Uuuuh! Oooh. Oooh. Yes, yes, yes. I’m cumming. I’m Cumming!” Zach screamed never breaking Noah’s gaze as he thrust one final time into him before his whole body shook violently as he released his stream of cum deep into Noah’s bowels.
Noah orgasmed almost simultaneously with Zach, his cock shooting pints of semen on to Zach’s stomach and chest. Noah’s rectal muscles pulsed around Zach’s cock milking every last drop of cum from the larger man.
Zach collapsed onto Noah with one final groan, every ounce of his body tingling with exhaustion. Noah breathed in the scent of Zach as he rested his head on Noah’s chest, the weight of Zach on top of him a comforting presence. Zach slowly drifted into sleep the sound of Noah’s heart beating in his ears, his chest slowly falling into a constant breathing rhythm.
“I’ll never stop Noah; I’ll never stop loving you.” He whispered as consciousness fell away into sleep.

Crush

Zach walked to the doorway of the drawing room as he heard the familiar static sound of Noah’s eye phones enter the building. Leaning against the doorframe he smiled at the sight of Noah dancing unabashedly up the hallway to a song only he could hear the words to. Zach loved that Noah could do something that anybody else would find completely embarrassing without even blinking an eye if someone looked at him strange or made a comment. If only thought Zach as he stared in desire at Noah, he had had the biggest crush on him since Noah had started out as a junior designer. Zach was a few years older than Noah and had been working at the graphic design company Caliente for about 5 years when Noah started about 3 years earlier. His only problem was he didn’t have the guts to ask Noah if he was gay, he sometimes suspected it but then something would happen to crush his hope of his eccentric colleague being anything other than straight. Plus he had worked too hard to keep his family from knowing that their beloved son batted for the other team and he wasn’t about to come out of the closet to them without a big reason. It wasn’t that he was ashamed of whom he was or that his family wouldn’t accept him. It’s that if Zach were to come out to them and continually come home without a constant relationship, his family would pin it down to the fact that he was gay. And he didn’t want to be constantly harassed that being straight would be so much easier.
Zach fought his desire to leap at Noah as he moon walked past him down the hall way, wiggling his hips seductively and winking at him. God, did he want Noah to have more than just humour behind those actions. His eyes followed Noah up the hallway, sneaking a peak at his ass wrapped in tight black denim.
Phew, Zach looks hot today. Thought Noah as he entered the staff locker room. Unlike some of his co-workers he actually liked using the lockers instead of dumping things at his desk. The building was having renovations done, and while the desk space was being used the company had hired some lockers for employees to keep belongings in.
It reminded him of school time fantasies of sexy fun with his crush from a distance Chad Hamilton. Man had he masturbated a lot to thoughts of Chad all soapy and fucking Noah against the shower wall, senior year.
It had been several years since Noah had seen Chad and last he had heard of him was that Chad had washed out at College football and was now fat and working at a Pizza Shop.
Anyway his fantasies had been staring someone new for several years now. He smiled at the thought of Zach all soapy and fucking him up against the shower wall, but stopped and shook him self, glaring at his reflection in the mirror on the inside of his locker door. The last thing he needed was to spring a boner in front of his very straight Texan friend. If Zach found out that Noah had a major jones for him, not only would Noah probably get beaten up, he would lose the one guy he had ever had more than sexual feelings for. He had worked really hard the past few years to hide his romantic feelings towards Zach, because he was so sure that Zach was straight. The words never stopped you before kept popping it to his mind but it was different with Zach. He wanted so much more than the satisfaction that came with altering the orientation of some confused straight kid.
A while later Zach was walking down the hallway focusing on a clipboard full of account details trying to figure out where the mistake was when Noah came hurtling out of an open door next to him.
“I spilt paint on me.” Noah exclaimed happily motioning to the bright blue splash down the front of his white shirt and dodging Zach.
Zach stood stunned in the hallway for several seconds recovering from nearly being knocked over by a brightly coloured blur, before coming to his senses and following Noah up the hallway. “How may I ask you did you manage to spill paint all over yourself when we work with computers?” Zach said walking into the locker room. Instantly wishing he hadn’t followed. As Noah had pulled his stained shirt off and stood bare-chested next to his locker. Zach couldn’t help but let his eyes glide down over Noah’s smooth wiry chest and long slender arms.
“Um well I was looking for some coloured cardboard in the supply room and a bottle fell on me. Damn it I could have sworn I had another shirt in here.” Noah said his head buried in the back of his locker.
Zach made some sound of agreement, without really focusing on what Noah was saying as he watch a small blue drip that had seeped through Noah’s shirt and was gliding effortlessly down between Noah’s pecs and over his taught stomach to be hungrily soaked up by the low waistband of Noah’s jeans.
“Why is your face like that?” Noah said straightening up and looking at Zach.
“Like what?” Zach said his eyes snapping back up to Noah’s.
“All screwed up like.” Said Noah mimicking the look he saw upon Zach’s face.
“It’s not, I think I have a shirt in my locker if you want it.” Zach said changing the subject.
“Really? That would be great, I don’t think many would appreciate me walking around with no top on.” Noah said looking down at his blue stained chest.
I know I wouldn’t mind. Thought Zach as he reached into his locker.
“I am not wearing that!” Noah exclaimed looking at the shirt Zach held up.
“Why not, what’s wrong with it?” Zach said looking at the shirt, hurt because it was one of his favorites.
“I may not be much of a sports fan but my father would disown me if he found out I had worn a shirt supporting a college football team other than my own.” Noah said.
“I see, but you didn’t play football in college.” Zach said
“That’s not the point, ever heard of a thing called school spirit.” Noah said defensively.
“Ok, Ok, don’t get your panties in a twist. I’ll wear this one; you can wear the one I’m wearing.” Zach said hanging the shirt over the locker door and pulling his own shirt up over his head and throwing it at Noah.
“Happy.” Zach said.
“Yep.” Noah said holding his breath at the sight of Zach’s muscular chest and arms. Like Noah he was slender but compared to Noah’s wiry athletic build he was built more like a footballer with solid arms and a well-defined chest. Noah couldn’t help but notice how small Zach’s hips were, accentuating his v-shaped torso. If he just reached out he could touch that magnificent chest and curl his fingers in the light sprinkle of dark hair…
“Noah? You okay? You look a bit pale.” Zach said looking closely at Noah’s face.
Probably because my brain realised there was more important places for the blood to be right now. “Never been better.” Noah said huskily his voice thick with longing.
Zach felt the atmosphere in the room change dramatically as his body responded to the thick emotions in Noah’s voice. Zach swallowed hard not knowing who was controlling his arm, as it certainly wasn’t him that reached out and placed a hand on Noah’s bare hip. Noah felt his entire body freeze and a feeling of numbness consume him. He could feel the heat radiate from Zach’s hand.
“What are you doing?” Noah said his voice dying in his throat.
“I’m not really sure.” Zach whispered leaning closer into Noah until they were barely inches from each other.
“Pinch me.” Noah croaked suddenly
“Why?”
“Because this never happens when I’m awake.” Said Noah nervously his knees wobbling.
Zach placed his hand face down on Noah’s stomach and glided it down over Noah’s aching groin.
“Oh shit!” Noah groaned tilting his head back.
“Does that tell you your not asleep?” Zach whispered leaning forward and licking a line up Noah’s jugular.
“Zachary Thread.” “Zachary Thread.” “You are needed in Drawing room 3.” “Zachary Thread to Drawing room 3.” Screeched a loud speaker breaking the atmosphere in the locker room.
Zach and Noah sprang apart. Zach pulled the shirt off the door of the locker and quickly pulled it on buttoning it up in record time. Walking towards the door he stopped, his back to Noah. “My place at 8.00, we need to talk.” He said quickly before hurrying out of the room.
Noah was back home now and stressing about going to Zach’s. He hoped what was waiting for him at Zach’s was something he had longed for his entire time working with him but he couldn’t get the stupid fears that plagued him out of his head. Maybe he only invited me over so he can beat me up. But he licked me, people who want to beat you up because your gay don’t usually grope you then lick you do they? But maybe it was a prank and he only did it to lure me to his place so he could beat me up.
“Shut up! You’re a freak.” Noah muttered to himself as he grabbed his keys and walked out of his apartment.
Zach jumped out of his skin at the sound of the doorbell shooting through the house. Racing to the door he pulled it open without even checking the peephole. The sight of Noah standing on his doorstep wearing an opaque white sweat shirt and dark tracksuit pants slung low on his hips made him swallow hard. He stood to the side and let Noah enter the apartment.
Leading Noah into the lounge room he sat down on the couch and motioned for Noah to follow. They sat in silence for several seconds, both too afraid to make the first move.
“God, I can’t stand it anymore!” Noah said shooting to his feet. “Zach I have no idea how you feel about me but I know there’s something between us. What happened in the locker room today meant more to me than you will ever know. I-I fell in love with you the instant you entered my life and if you’re just leading me on or…or pulling my chain please tell me so I can leave and forget this ever happened.” More like kill myself. Noah stuttered rapidly tears pricking the corners of his eyes.
Zach stared up at Noah, amazement written across his face at the words that had just come from Noah’s lips.
“Please say something.” Noah whispered, his desperation making his voice crack.
The silence in the room continued as Zach stared in awe up at Noah.
“Forget it then, I’ll call in sick until I can get a transfer. Then you’ll never have to see me again.” Noah croaked walking towards the door.
“Wait!” Zach said leaping to his feet and catching hold of Noah’s arm.
“Why, so you can humiliate me some more?” Noah spat his heartbreak turning to anger.
“No, so I can do this.” Zach whispered pulling Noah into kiss him fiercely on the mouth.

Define happiness please

*.sometimes I really need another point of view to look at my life!

I could feel his warm breath on my neck and the weight of his body on my own, sorta pinned to the bed and thinking and reviewing my entire day, every single word I said was repeating in my mind over and over again.

He grabbed my hands in his own and started licking my nipples, my body always reacts in the most natural ways that is when he’s working his way; my other head thinks his own way no matter what my brain says.

He sucked harder, left, right, left bringing those little nipples back to life, erect and seeking for more attention, he stopped for a few seconds before licking all his way down to my cock, I held his hands tightly trying to bring him back to where he was a few minutes ago, a little struggle and he was sleeping on my stomach again with his head resting near mine.

“Don’t you want to sleep?” he whispered.

“Not now”

I paused a little then went on:”she won’t call, will she?”

There was a long silence, it’s always like that when I ask questions I already know the answers.

“Do you want to know what her dad said?” I asked without thinking.

“Tell me if you like.” he kissed me gently before rolling to his side.

I wanted to tell him all day, it was bugging me and I really had to share it with him, he was my partner in life and everything and nothing.

I went on without hesitation telling him everything, every single word my ex’s dad told me earlier. he just listened nodding his head and running his fingers through my hair every now and then. I felt a lot better when finished,  he just smiled, kissed me  long and deep before saying:”now close your eyes and sleep cos I dunno what you really want to hear.”

I turned to my side and closed my eyes thinking about the coming days.

Half an hour later I was still awake and he was snoring, I bit his ear before shaking him to wake up.

“What the fuck…………” he stopped shouting to look at the clock, then realizing how early it was he whispered :”why the hell you don’t sleep?”

“Ask your sister to talk to her?” I begged.

“she’s your sister-in-law now, call her yourself and tell her whatever you want, she’s still awake.” he disappeared under the blanket.

*********

I called my sister-in-law and he couldn’t pretend to be asleep so he did most of the talking cos I’m not too comfortable with his sister, she’s still my ex’s best friend.

The more I think the worse I feel. Now I think he’s right, she won’t call me like all the previous times.

Now I’m planning the honeymoon for 3 of us and stop being the selfish dad, I dunno how to feel, probably I wanted to get rid of her somehow with good intentions.

Without her the whole trip will be cheaper and we can have more private time together besides she can spend 2 weeks with her mom.

But she won’t call , I’m pretty sure now.

So there won’t be no mother-daughter quality time for her, no private time for her daddy and his partner but we will have a nice time, I know it.

**************

While talking to the little girl’s grandfather he mentioned missing both of us, not so bad for sure and well me and him always got on pretty well so I can say I miss him too.

He asked me if I were happy and I asked him how he defined happiness. It’s a very relative word.

I think I’m happy but I’m not sure others see things the way I see.

Today is my 50 day of my marriage, not really long but I have this feeling that it will last pretty long.

I dunno how to define happiness but I know I’m very lucky to have him and I’m so blessed to have her custody though I used to feel a bit guilty, I’m getting used to the thought her mom doesn’t want her at all (but she may come back one day, who knows?!)

a bit of pink, a bit of gay

It’s been a while I wanted to do a little change on my looks and going to gym don’t help me much cos I don’t like playing with lifts and related stuff, I just like acting similar to spiderman (a hot guy unfortunately straight?!)
So I went and dyed my hair a shade of pink, it looked good at first, consisting of 3 different parts but later at home there were little problems to face making me conclude:
1.Do not use visual effects on wavy hair, they suck!
2.Do not let your pervert partner mess your hair.
3.Do not let your baby girl pull your hair when she screams for having something similar!
4.Wearing matching clothes (with your hair) and going out with your partner hand in hand would not make you look hot but just tempt naughty girls to give numbers to your man LOL!
I think next week I will go with green, cabbage look fits me better!
And to have a good laugh I let you have a quick look. (definitely we need more lamps or a digital camera!)

Note: I like the natural color of my hair but I like this one too, he likes it as well so good night, it’s time to rock the bed!

Come dance with me

The mixture of coming Oscar and me being so desperate cant be anything better than this

“Cody is a nominee for the Homecoming court!” This was the first thing Steven said to Brittany as they met in front of the buses.
Cody was Steven’s obsession, fantasy, and one true love. Brittany had the grace to smile at her “brother’s” look of triumph. “You know, you would actually have a reason to be proud if you’d be brave enough to tell him how you feel.”
His smile faltered. “You, of all people, know I want to, but there’s no way a football player like him is gay. Even if he was, he could easily have any guy he wanted, so why would he pick me?” I allowed my smile to creep back with lust filled slowness. “But damn, would that be great if he did…”
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A few days later, the news went through the school about who had won the place of junior prince. Not too many people were shocked, considering he was a great person and looked great too, even in sweats.
When Steven heard who won, he had mixed feelings. Joy at people recognizing his love as the winner, and sadness because now Cody would obviously have a girl ask him to Homecoming. He’d planned to confess his feelings the next day, having worked up the courage all weekend with fantasies where he and Cody shared years of love and passion. “I guess that’s just another set of hopes and dreams, now discarded, shattered pieces,” you could have heard him say, but nobody cared enough to listen. At least, he thought that no one did.
During second lunch, Cody followed Steven at a discreet distance as he went outside. He caught up with the downtrodden junior at the second set of benches in the courtyard.
“Did you hear? I made Homecoming court!” exclaimed Cody happily.
Steven tried to muster up a smile for his dream’s accomplishment, but it didn’t seem to work well since Cody’s only response to Steven’s “I’m happy for you” was a frown.
“Come on,” said Cody as he sat down next to Steven, “What’s wrong?”
Steven’s laugh earned him a curious glance. “Are you sure you want to be seen talking to me? People might want a recount.”
The flat look that was sent his way caused Steven to reconsider tossing out his dreams. “If they don’t think I should be junior prince just because I’m talking to a troubled friend, I’ll gladly give up the title.”
The warmth his words stirred into Steven’s eyes caused Cody’s heart to give him a painful jolt. Be cool, he thought, I came out here for a reason and it wasn’t to just stare.
“So,” he said after he got his pounding heart under control, “do you have a date to homecoming?”
Steven was slightly shocked at the question, but put it off as simple curiosity. “No, and that’s indirectly the reason I have this depressed expression.” But you could change all that he was tempted to add, but decided not to push his luck.
“Then how about you and I go together?” At the startled expression on his face, Cody backpedaled quickly. “You know, like a group. Since both of us don’t have dates, it makes more sense, right?”
He thought about it, and inclined his head at Cody. “Won’t it look a little strange? Two guys, me being one of them, going to dinner then Homecoming together, with no dates?”
Cody shrugged, “I’m OK with it, and as long as you are too, what does it matter what other people think?” Especially since their thoughts would be the same as my hopes. “What do you say? Want to shock the hell out of everyone at Homecoming?”
Steven thought it was the best idea ever suggested, but toned down his initial reaction for appearances sake. “I’d be cool with that.”
“OK, I’ll pick you up at your house around six.”
“Wait,” cried Steven as Cody happily started to walk back into the commons. “How do you know where I live?”
The smile on his friend’s face only caused Steven’s to glow even brighter. “I don’t, but I figured you’d tell me.”
He thought he heard Steven mutter something like “cocky bastard,” but all that did was make him grin.
“Are you sure I look good? I mean, it’s ok if we don’t match, right?” Steven was freaking out like a girl on her first date. Which did make some sense, since it was his first date with a guy.
“You look fine, and don’t ask about your hair. It’s great too,” replied his twin sister Stephanie.
When the doorbell rang, Steven jumped. “Oh my god, he’s here!” He shoved his sister out of their room and raced down the stairs.
The sight that greeted him when he opened the door was breathtaking. Cody’s perfectly tailored dress slacks molded his perfect thighs, and nestled comfortably on his hips. The dress shirt he wore fit his shoulders snugly, and spanned his chest in a way that made Steven jealous. In short, he was wonderful.
As Steven’s legs went weak, other parts of him gained their strength. The ache in his groin would kill him before the night was over, he decided.
What Cody saw as the door opened gave him an equally strong reaction. Steven may not be muscular, thought Cody, but he still looks damn fine! He shifted his stance so that the, now very prominent, bulge in his pants was better hidden by a fold in his pants. Motioning towards the waiting limo, he said, “Your ride awaits.”
A sigh escaped Steven’s lips before he could stifle it. That’s it; I have to tell him my true feelings. I’ll do it in the limo so if he rejects me, I won’t be stuck anywhere.
As they walked towards the door of the limo, Cody couldn’t help but notice Steven’s anxious expression. Soon as they had the door closed behind them, he turned to Steven. “Are you OK? Do you want to skip dinner?”
“I’m not exactly OK, but I would still like to go to dinner.” Steven had to say it before he lost his courage. “Cody, I have to be honest with you. When I first heard that you’d made the Homecoming court, I was sad. It almost guaranteed that you’d have a date. Then you suggested this, and my hope returned.” He took a breath before the plunge. “I love you, and the thought of you never knowing hurts more than a rejection. I understand that you may not feel the same and tha–“
Cody grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled his face close. “Shut up,” he said tenderly, an instant before his lips claimed Steven’s.
They both lost themselves in the kiss, allowing all the words left unsaid to come out in a way infinitely better than any language could convey. When the kiss broke, both felt such utter loss that they knew the other was their destiny.
“You are the one for me,” whispered Steven, still in Cody’s strong arms.
“And you me,” reassured Cody, leaning in for another quick kiss, that predictably became more. Luckily, Cody had enough sense to roll up the privacy screen before his hands began to roam over his soul mate’s body.
A sharp gasp from Steven, and the world dissolved around them. All that existed was Steven and Cody.
He didn’t know how, but all of a sudden his shirt was undone and Cody’s hands were skimming across his stomach, back, and chest. He leaned forward and took one of Steven’s nipples into his mouth while he rolled the other between his thumb and first finger.
Steven had fallen back onto the seat by this point, and his abs were quivering with pleasure. He reached behind Cody, who was now on top of him, and pulled his hips against his own. Their hardness rubbed against each other through their pants, and pleasure exploded, causing the rest of the ride to Applebee’s to disappear into a pleasurable haze filled with sinful acts.
–
At dinner, both Cody and Steven had problems focusing on their meals. Every few seconds, they glanced up and exchanged loving looks laced with desire. After all, they still had the ride to Kentlake to explore their new relationship.

With their legs intertwined beneath the table, Steven set down his fork and decided to break the silence.
“So, how long have you felt this way?” When he saw Cody glance around, as if to make sure others couldn’t hear, Steven added, “don’t worry, with all this chatter it’s hard to tell what’s being said.”
Cody chuckled light-heartedly. “I could care less about who heard that I’ve loved you since you first helped me out in class without me asking, but,” he indicated his nearly empty glass, “I was actually looking for our server.”
The blush that spread across Steven’s face could not be hidden, but he made a valiant effort as he bent forward to pick at his food.
Cody loved to see Steven’s face flush. Actually, he admitted to himself, I just love to see his face; it’s so expressive. He couldn’t hold back any longer, so he reached across the table and pulled Steven into a quick kiss, showing he didn’t care about the blush or the other diners. This earned several disapproving, some encouraging, and even more shocked expressions sent their way.
As they left, Steven tried to hang back an appropriate amount, but Cody would usher him forward. When they got in the limo, Steven had to talk fast in order to start before his desires took hold again. “I love the fact that you aren’t ashamed of your feelings for me, but you really shouldn’t flaunt it that much.”
“Why?” he said as they leaned back into the seat. “I’ve found true love. Can’t I enjoy it?”
Wicked thoughts threatened to destroy Steven’s resolve, but he continued on. “Believe me, you can enjoy ‘it’ as much as possible, just limit yourself to small shows of affection when we’re around people we don’t know. Can you do that for me?”
The anger that had built up as a result of needing to limit his displays of affection just to appease society vanished at the pleading look on his lover’s face. He leaned to the side and motioned for Steven to lie against him. God, he feels so right against me! “If I could, I’d gift wrap and personally deliver any star in the sky just for you,” said Cody. “Of course I’ll tone it down around strangers who might not approve.”
Cody pretended to look like he was trying to think, and looked damn cute to Steven. “Now, where were we before this?”
“About right here,” said Steven softly, as his hand grasped Cody through his dress pants.
He gasped, his body stiffening. “Don’t start what you can’t finish,” he moaned. “We only have a few minutes ‘till we get there.”
Steven leaned forward and unbuttoned, then unzipped, Cody’s pants with his teeth. “I think I can work fast.” He flicked his tongue across the prominent bulge in front of him.

Cody’s back arched and he began to shake. “I’m not worried about you; I’m worried about me being able to move later.” Or, or at least he tried to say that. He wasn’t sure if it came out as words, or just a string of groans and gasps. My god is he good at this! I can’t take it much longer. I – AH!
–
When they arrived, they got out of the limo from opposite sides to avoid the urges that came about from being too close. Cody had to steady himself on the door for a while after standing, so Steven wound up next to him anyways.
“Next time you do that,” whispered Cody as they entered the dance, “try to stop soon enough that I can walk when we get there.”
Steven grinned and licked his lips, causing Cody to shudder, and nearly fall, at the awe inspiring memories of few moments ago. “Not a chance.”
Cody tried to grab Steven and kiss that taunting look right off his face, but he had already disappeared into the crowd. Probably to find some friend in order to say hi.
“Cody!” called a couple a few feet away, “you need to hurry up and get in the Homecoming court picture, or you’re going to be failing at your duties.”
Steven saw Cody head for the gym, and knew it was for the pictures. He found his friend Brittany talking to her long time crush Matt, whom she’d badgered into coming.
“You won’t believe what happened to me,” said Steven after he got his “sister’s” attention, “on the ride over, Cody told me that he loves me!”
Brittany had a curious look. “This is supposed to shock me? I see the glow on your face, and I saw him stumble as you two got out of the limo, and I kind of put two and two together.” She shoved Steven towards the gym. “Now go take a picture with your man so I can be sure to get a copy!”
Steven arrived just in time to see the junior princess give Cody a tender kiss and a polite “thank you” laced with something more.
Green tidal waves slammed against the bleachers, washing over everyone, tainting the air with their essence. Cody felt the wave crash over the junior princess and him, and knew their source right away.
He ran past the startled girl, who was trying to get a dance with him, and after his love, Steven’s jealousy still filling the room.
“Steven, wait!” Cody caught up with him and grabbed his arm, spinning him around and just missing a slap in the face. “Why’d you run out like that?”
“Why do you think?” Steven’s eyes wavered, the tears barely contained. “She’s the one our school wanted you to be with. She’s the one society would see you with, and she’s the one who’s allowed to show her feelings in public!” He jerked his arm out of Cody’s grip, and began to move out onto the dance floor but again, Cody caught up to him and spun him around.
The tears running down Steven’s cheeks nearly broke Cody’s heart. “You’re such an idiot,” he muttered Cody, and then he pulled Steven into his arms, kissing him for all to see.
Steven melted into his lover’s arms, parting his lips willingly and eagerly when Cody’s tongue probed them gently. The kiss deepened, grew in passion, then crescendoed, ending with a sigh from Cody and a moan of loss from Steven.
“You are the only person for me, and I don’t give a damn what society or our school thinks.” He indicated all of the students he had just kissed Steven in front of with a nod of his head. “Never worry about what they think; they don’t matter. As long as our love endures, that is the only thing that’s important.”
Cody held out his hand, as he offered his heart and future, to the only person who ever truly cared. “Dance with me?”
Steven’s heart instinctively sought out his soul mates, their lives forever intertwined. Their palms met, and a tingle of destiny whispered through the room.
“Until the end of time.”

ready for a date

“Ready for a Date”

After waiting more than an hour and a half
for her date, the young lady decided she had
been stood up.

Exasperated, she changed from her dinner
dress into pajamas and slippers, fixed some
popcorn and resigned herself to an evening
of TV.

No sooner had she flopped down in front of
the TV than her door bell rang. There stood
her date.

He took one look at her and gasped, “I’m
two hours late - and you’re still not ready?”

***********

“First Date”

A long, long time ago, in a place far, far away,
a lonely guy was on his first date with a girl.

Yessir,… it was his first date EVER, and he was
very anxious. His id was in control, and his thoughts
were dominated with hopes of carnal pleasures.

In his anticipation, he lost all control before they
had even arrived at the restaurant. He told her, “I’ll
give you twenty dollars if you let me pull over and
feel your breasts.”

The young woman thought carefully about his offer.
She considered his reputation, and she considered
her attraction toward him. She even took out her
purse and checked her finances, counting every
penny.

And then she said:

“I’ll give you $9.83 if you’ll take me straight
home and never tell anyone I went out with you!”

*****

obviously and unfortunately haven’t heard any gay ones yet!

CHOCOLATE CREAM CAKE FOR VALENTINE’S

Before saying anything, Happy Valentine’s day everyone, Have fun but Don’t get drunk!

As I counted the 5th day of my life as a married man, I decided to say a little bit about my special day.

Honestly I was not on any kind of honeymoon,vacation or whatever that can keep you away from work, in fact I was hell busy screwing different things up at work and I won’t know the depth of the shit I’m in till next week.

Now the excitement is over and the mist is clear and my eyes are not tearful anymore, clearly I can see what a big mistake I did not make. Last night was the first night we had some time to make love as married couples and it wasn’t much fun cos the dinner burned and we had to run to the kitchen to save the little edible part of it to avoid hunger.

It may sound ridiculous but some how I feel within the last few days I’ve changed a big deal in the way I look at my surroundings specially after we promised to forget and forgive our relatives so some day they do the same.

For the dinner part, I can say the night was something to remember a life time specially when you plan to spend a little while with your special one in a nearby beach before the event and not only it snows but temperature drops a good 20-30 degrees causing your heart to stop beating when you realize it’s gonna be a cold -10 degrees night and there’s more fun waiting for you.

Not to our surprise most of the guests arrived a bit late for the dance so we just skipped the romantic part and rushed to dinner tables but at least I had sometime to get to know the twin cousins of mine who haven’t seen for over 12 years and I hardly had any idea who they were. Not only they thought my same-sex marriage was something cool, they made me feel more comfortable among other relatives and now I think there is hope that something good happens in GLBT society when teenagers think pretty positive about homosexuals, I didn’t dare telling my parents how cool it was to see two men holding hands and kissing, let alone thinking of same-sex marriages. Things look much easier to be accepted these days.
I think the worst part of the party was meeting my homophobic relatives carrying a disgust cloud as they walked through the doors, I was ready to answer their bitter words with my crazy sarcasm, luckily they didn’t say a word directly and we got along with them.
The only person who really pissed me off was my ex, I would have never invited her if I could but she came just to have a good laugh at us and we were lucky she left before my little demon decided to act like her real nature and make endless mess.
Meeting my baby’s grandparents was another thing that bothered me a lot before that day but they were strangely nice and kind and they even wished us a happy marriage that was really weird after all the fights we had on my daughter’s custody.
The last nightmare I had was meeting his family, we’d been together almost a year and beside his sister, I hadn’t seen anyone of his blood. For some reasons he didn’t want his relatives around, just to name one, he kept on saying that we came from very different backgrounds and inviting both families we like putting dogs and cats in the same room. To some extent he was right, they were really different from what I thought cos I had all my guesses based on his sister who’s a very nice understanding woman.
I have many reasons not to like my relatives much but with all the support I had from my brothers and granny, I didn’t give a damn care to what the rest thought of me. To give a general clue, unfortunately or luckily I came from a fucking educated family with lots of doctors and engineers around, hundreds of rules to be obeyed and a very boring old fashioned European-like disciplines even my own parents disgusted so I was raised differently from my cousins but I couldn’t change anything much when dealing with my relatives so they always thought of me as the rebellious rude kid and they weren’t much shocked when I came out.
In contrast his family was really different, believing in very different opposing points of view, more like the Simpson family, going into rehab was something really common to him. I don’t say they were perfect but they were a lot better than my boring relatives and they had no problems with homosexuals in general. The only one I couldn’t accept much was my father-in-law, I don’t wanna judge him without knowing him well but with all the negative things he said and all the hatred he has for his dad (really reasonable) I couldn’t treat him properly.
Among his relatives there was an old aunt who was really funny, all the night she looked for the bride and when my partner (yes I know he’s more than a partner now but we both prefer the word “partner”) explained to her what the hell was that party about, she shook hands with me thanking me for being his best man and kept on looking for the bride, poor old lady, she was really cute.
The last memorable thing about the night was what my little devil did. Honestly I didn’t want her there cos it was next to impossible to explain the reason of such a party to a 2.5 yrs old girl or I don’t wanna fill her mind with homophobia from an early age, so we let her think it was her birthday (every party with a cake is her birthday and there fore she asks for her presents), unfortunately we were too busy to remember buying her a little gift so she had tantrums of the devil kind that means she started running and pulling tablecloths in random order. Many times I tried to convince her pulling tablecloths was the worst thing she could do but she has seen the results several times and she knows I won’t risk another time after she pulls the tablecloth a bit. Thanks to hell she’s more matured now so she doesn’t pull it too much to break anything but she does it enough to make a mess.
For the umpteenth time he proved he knows better than me how to deal with her tantrums, so we let her cut (read destroy) our wedding cake and she forgot all about what she wanted.
So things went on pretty well for a while but the little one was staying longer than usual so she decided to have some fun by pouring tomato sauce on daddy’s white pullover (nope we weren’t wearing tuxedos or suits, we wore suits at the church the other day and being married for a day we didn’t feel like wearing something formal and it was more fun seeing the expression on our guests’ face, and besides it wasn’t a normal wedding so why we bothered ourselves with normal things?),
she thought it was funny and after convincing her she hadn’t done anything funny (she looked so ashamed and God she’s so cute with such looks) me and him went to the restroom to wash the mess, being just me  and him there we had some gay fun there

enough about my special day, last night we were doing some shopping and she spotted chocolates as we were trying to find milk and she started asking for what her eyes scanned previously, not wanting another tantrum I told her I would bake her cookies the next day so she can’t have too much sweet things all together, she didn’t say a word and we went on looking for other items and I thought I survived the night but I was wrong. Next time I will tie her eyes so she won’t see anything!
I have no idea what she saw, whatever it was she made her mind that she didn’t want cookies but cakes; not the boring cakes I make a lot but a cream cake and this time my @$$^0!# partner was on her side asking for a chocolate cream cake. I said it was no big deal if he found me the recipe and he did, so I will make Chocolate cream cake some time after I make the cookies (I’m not their slaves, what have they thought!!!)
conclusion: I haven’t tried it yet but I guess it will taste good, I put the recipe here and you can tell me how it tasted
Happy Valentine’s again, in a few days I’ll be back to my blogging mood and stop being lazy, I promise not!

CAKE:
1 stick butter
4 eggs
1 tsp. baking powder
1 lb. can Hershey’s chocolate
1 c. sugar
1 c. plain flour
1 pinch of salt
1 tsp. vanilla
Cream butter; add sugar and beat until fluffy. Add eggs, one at a time. Add flour, baking powder, vanilla and salt. Beat until creamy. Grease and flour 1 (9″x12″) pan. Add mixture into pan. Bake at 350 degrees for 30 minutes.

Start making icing after cake has baked for 10 minutes.
ICING:
1 c. sugar
1/3 c. evaporated milk
1 stick butter
1/2 c. Nestle’s semi sweet chocolate chips or 1 (4 oz.) pkg. Hershey’s Kisses
Combine sugar, milk and butter in top of double boiler. Bring mixture to boil. Then boil for one minute. Remove from heat then stir in chips until melted. Leave in pan at room temperature.

Remove cake from oven when done, leave it in pan, puncture cake all over with table fork. Pour icing over cake.