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TCA's! Oz! Ay caramba!
JC was so cute cuddling with the nail-biting Justin while he waited to see if "Gone" would win. And Chris looks so lickable with the glasses.
Oz is a freakin' addictive little boy-zone soap opera. It's pure evil that they only have the first season on disc at Blockbuster.
Oh, and I was bad and didn't post yesterday. Why? Because I injured myself in a colorful and embarrassing way I won't tell you about, and my hands hurt too badly to type for long at a time. They still hurt, but I'm a cyber fiend and had to come back.
I'd like very much to rave about the stuff I've read etc., but the little handsies still hurt like (*#$ so it's just this tonight.
~
...the harder they fall
by stungunbilly
Part, eh, 4?
Last one, anywise.
Much later that evening, Justin was exploring his new options. JC tried to explain some of the nuances of the situation, but Justin wasn’t really listening. Chris had made off with his bike, and he felt that since he was the stranded guest, JC should be more supportive.
“Justin,” said JC patiently, “it’s just not right. You can’t worship my cock.”
Justin felt this was unfair, and whined a little around his mouthful.
JC’s patient tone became a little strained.
“Lovers, okay, J? But you have to.. uhhhh… oh, yeah baby… You have to get off your knees sometimes.”
Redoubling his efforts, Justin soon silenced the debate. He was running out of ways to avoid The Talk, though. Even JC had to have a limit to his stamina. The number of orgasms was hard to count with his mouth full, but he cast his memory back to the early parts of the day.
*JC's hands holding him spread wide, JC's cock spitting and stretching
him with delicious thrusts. Himself, pushing back onto all that delicious
length and begging for more, thrilling on the slip and slide within him. A
humming noise from his throat, on the edge of song. Sheets, soaked with sweat and smelling gloriously of the man fucking him into rapture. *
Mmmm...Maybe a little bit of talking wouldn’t hurt. After all, if he couldn’t stay on his knees all the time, he and JC did have a lot in common. And there was always the added joy of watching JC’s mouth move while he talked.
And really, he’d been more than a little in love with JC for years before he had seen him naked the first time. If being lovers was on offer, then he wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity. No matter how good he’d look in a collar and harness. True Love would be an acceptable substitute for the joys of slavery. It had a shot at permanency, anyway, which was more than his stab at heterosexuality did.
Nope, there was definitely more to being a size queen than a passing
phase. It was fortunate that his lover had what it took to keep him happy indefinitely. And maybe JC had forbidden him to worship it, but that didn't mean that Justin couldn't become a one-man fan club.
The End.
~
Now all the good little boys and girls go to bed. And the rest of you, keep them company. ;O)
JC was so cute cuddling with the nail-biting Justin while he waited to see if "Gone" would win. And Chris looks so lickable with the glasses.
Oz is a freakin' addictive little boy-zone soap opera. It's pure evil that they only have the first season on disc at Blockbuster.
Oh, and I was bad and didn't post yesterday. Why? Because I injured myself in a colorful and embarrassing way I won't tell you about, and my hands hurt too badly to type for long at a time. They still hurt, but I'm a cyber fiend and had to come back.
I'd like very much to rave about the stuff I've read etc., but the little handsies still hurt like (*#$ so it's just this tonight.
~
...the harder they fall
by stungunbilly
Part, eh, 4?
Last one, anywise.
Much later that evening, Justin was exploring his new options. JC tried to explain some of the nuances of the situation, but Justin wasn’t really listening. Chris had made off with his bike, and he felt that since he was the stranded guest, JC should be more supportive.
“Justin,” said JC patiently, “it’s just not right. You can’t worship my cock.”
Justin felt this was unfair, and whined a little around his mouthful.
JC’s patient tone became a little strained.
“Lovers, okay, J? But you have to.. uhhhh… oh, yeah baby… You have to get off your knees sometimes.”
Redoubling his efforts, Justin soon silenced the debate. He was running out of ways to avoid The Talk, though. Even JC had to have a limit to his stamina. The number of orgasms was hard to count with his mouth full, but he cast his memory back to the early parts of the day.
*JC's hands holding him spread wide, JC's cock spitting and stretching
him with delicious thrusts. Himself, pushing back onto all that delicious
length and begging for more, thrilling on the slip and slide within him. A
humming noise from his throat, on the edge of song. Sheets, soaked with sweat and smelling gloriously of the man fucking him into rapture. *
Mmmm...Maybe a little bit of talking wouldn’t hurt. After all, if he couldn’t stay on his knees all the time, he and JC did have a lot in common. And there was always the added joy of watching JC’s mouth move while he talked.
And really, he’d been more than a little in love with JC for years before he had seen him naked the first time. If being lovers was on offer, then he wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity. No matter how good he’d look in a collar and harness. True Love would be an acceptable substitute for the joys of slavery. It had a shot at permanency, anyway, which was more than his stab at heterosexuality did.
Nope, there was definitely more to being a size queen than a passing
phase. It was fortunate that his lover had what it took to keep him happy indefinitely. And maybe JC had forbidden him to worship it, but that didn't mean that Justin couldn't become a one-man fan club.
The End.
~
Now all the good little boys and girls go to bed. And the rest of you, keep them company. ;O)
