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My wife sunbathed at a local lake every Tuesday and Thursday at 11:00AM. I would meet her there at noon for lunch and leave at 12:30PM. She stayed there and sunbathed until 1:00PM. We’d been doing that for three weeks, since the week before school started again. We had the whole place to ourselves. She was past the end of the road about twenty yards, surrounded by spruce trees. There was a ten foot wide opening on the east side where she entered the clearing. She couldn’t be seen from the beach or the end of the road. She layed in the middle were the sun shone on her.

One Tuesday I got there at 10 ’til 12:00 and had to piss. I told her I’d be back in a few minutes. She was topless, laying on her belly with her bikini bottom pulled into the crack of her ass. Going to the restroom, about sixty yards away, I noticed four migrant workers getting out of a van by the entrance of the park. All of them had lunch pails and one had a back pack. I pissed and came out of the restroom just in time to see them stepping over the fence to the corn field that bordered the park on the east. I watched them move along inside the first row of corn down to where my wife was sunbathing and stop right across from her. They were less than fifteen yards from her and had an unobstructed view of her. I wondered how long they’d been watching her sunbathe.

My wife is 5’6″, 36C-25-37, silver dollar size aureloe. Pretty face and thick blondish hair almost to her waist. Nice round ass and large pubic mound. She trims her cunt hair into a one inch long V that stops just above her cunt. Her cunt gash is three and a half inches long and her ass hole is only three quarters of an inch from her cunt’s cock hole opening.

My cock was hard kocaeli escort bayan as a rock. I’d fantasized about exposing her to other men, naked, and watching her get fucked.

I put lotion on her back and worked my way down her legs. And back up to her ass. I massaged her ass, which she desperately loves, gradually spreading her cheeks more and more. I pulled her bikini bottom to the side, exposing her cunt and ass hole for them to devour with their eyes. I spread her open and massaged her cunt, spreading it open and sliding my finger inside her. She responded immediately, thrusting back into it. I worked two fingers into her cunt. She raised her ass and rotated her cunt into my fingers, fucking herself on them. She came in less than a minute. I kept finger fucking her to four more orgasms.

I pulled my fingers out of her cunt and spread it and her asshole open for them to see. She said she couldn’t believed she’d just been finger fucked in public and that she’d fantasized about doing it in public for years.

I wasn’t in to anal but really got off on watching anal sex videos. My wife had been trying to get me to fuck her in her ass for months. I lightly slid my finger across her virgin asshole. Her whole body jumped up into my fingers. I continued to tease her asshole and asked her what she wanted. She said that she wanted her asshole fucked.

I rolled her onto her back and took her bottom off. Naked! I told her to masturbate for me. She spread her legs and worked her clit. She came almost immediately, repeatedly thrusting two fingers up her spread open cunt, wildly thrusting her hips into the air. She almost passed out. I let her recover and ate her cunt. She bucked her cunt into my face and came.

She kocaeli sınırsız escort laid there on her back, legs spread, cunt lips splayed open for them to see.

I lightly stroked her gushing pussy and let my fingers trail down to her asshole. She pressed her asshole into my fingers. I told her Thursday I would meet her at 11:15, that she should give herself an enima and bring KY jelly. I told her she should drink half a bottle of wine while she was getting herself ready to cum to the lake so she’d be really relaxed and horny and to finish it off when she got there. I told her I would really play with her asshole. And, that I wanted to watch her finger fuck herself in her asshole. She said she’d never done that but that it would turn her on. She said it really turned her on for me to watch her masturbate in public. I told her to get naked as soon as she got there and play with her cunt until I got there.

That day I stayed at the lake until 1:00PM. I sat her up and felt her tits, squeezing her nipples. She arched her back and tilted her head back in pleasure. I stood in front of her, sideways so they could see the bulge in my pants. She knelt in front of me. She unzipped my pants and pulled my pants and underwear down and took my hard cock into her mouth. She stuck her tongue all the way out and licked the entire length of my cock. She sucked my balls. She licked and sucked, bobbing and twisting her head. She deep throated me. She said she loved sucking cock and could suck cock all day long. She brought me to the brink of cumming and pulled off. She said she wanted me to fuck her mouth like her cunt and cum in her mouth. I grabbed her head, lifting her hair back behind izmit anal yapan escort her head, giving them a clear view of her face and slowly fucked my cock in and out of her mouth. I pressed her face into my cock hair. I picked up the pace and fucked her mouth deep and fast and hard. Her right hand was furiously working her clit. I exploded into her mouth, pressing the full length of my cock into her mouth. She hungrily sucked and swallowed. She kept sucking until her orgasm started. She fell onto her back and finger fucked herself, again thrusting her hips into the air, groaning and practically screaming.

It took her a few minutes to recover. She finally said she’d never cum that hard before and it was the thought of being in public and the thought of someone possibly seeing her like that that turned her on so much. She said she’d be embarrassed to death if someone saw her.

She put her bikini on and we left.

I went to the restroom again on the way out and watched them sneak out of the corn field. The worker with the back pack had a camcorder in his hand. The screen was open and they were watching it and laughing.

That night we talked about our “adventure”. We ate, sucked and fucked our brains out. She wanted me to play with her asshole again. I told her not until Thursday morning at the lake.

She told me again what a turn-on it was being naked in a public place. I told her it turned me on, too. We talked about someone seeing us. She said it might not be so embarrassing if it wasn’t someone we knew. I asked her if it would turn her on to know someone was watching us if the person didn’t know we knew he was watching us. She said she’d never thought about that. She admitted it would the ultimate turn on, if it wasn’t someone we knew. I said he would probably be jacking of while he watched. She said a couple of guys she dated in high school told her they jacked off after their dates with her and it turned her on.

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Dan lets out a laugh and says, “Baby, get over here between us and let us men make your day.”

Cris chuckled at the suggestion and slowly slid over the top of Dave’s body, momentarily rubbing her soaked pussy all over his resurging hardness and kissing him fully on the mouth, letting me watched as they played tongue tag in the open, before she slid in between us and I felt her smooth, flawless skin against mine.

Dan immediately leaned in and took her right nipple into his mouth, suckling it to its full half inch length and taking my cue, I did the same with her gorgeous left nipple, feeling it thicken between my lips.

I watched as Dan slowly slid his hand down her across her tight abs and when Cris spread her legs, his hand cupped her bare mound.

“Oh you guys are driving me crazy!” Cris panted. “I wanna feel Dave’s tongue in me Dan!” and with that, Cris rose up and stratled my face backwards, so her shapely ass was in my face.

What a vision was presented to me as she gradually lowered herself until her plump pussy was within tongue reach and as I tentatively tickling her outer lips, her erotic scent filled my nose with one of the most pleasant aromas I had ever smelled.

While I indulged in licking her clit, which had exposed itself untouched, I grabbed ahold of her beautiful escort bayan ass, spreading her cheeks and exposing her little rosebud. I couldn’t help myself as I slowly began to lick and probe inside, then move back towards her dripping pussy.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Cris groaned. “He’s eating my ass Dan!”

Laughing, Dan said, “Go for it Dave. This girl is insatiable!”

In the mean time, Cris had leaned down and was bringing me back to full hardness with her tongue, while Dan had positioned himself down between my spread thighs, suckling on my balls.

Just about then, I felt Cris begin to quiver and she mashed her pussy against my face, trying to drown me as her orgasm hit full force.

“Eat my pussy Dave!” she screamed. “Lick my ass clean!” and I did as directed, sucking as much of her fluids up as I could.

As I was caught up in pleasuring Cris, Dan pushed against the back of my legs, raising my ass up and for the 1st time in my life, I felt a tongue begin to circle my tight hole and slowly it penetrated me.

“That’s right fucker!” Cris exclaimed. “Eat that ass while he eats mine!”

It was hard to explain the feelings I was getting, after so much time of not having any good sex, as the three of us played. With Cris now throating me while I eat both her dripping pussy and tonguing her pucker kocaeli escort bayan anus, Dan’s own tongue was driving me crazy, what with I expected at least two fingers being pushed in and out. I never thought I’d enjoyed being butt fingered, but he was loosening me more easily

than I thought possible. And on top of it all, I knew what was coming and was anxious to see if he’d follow through.

“I wanna fuck you Dave,” Dan said huskily. “Is that ok?”

Raising Cris’ ass off my face for a brief second, I said, “Go for it, just be gentle since you’re taking my cherry!”

So with that, Cris released my cock from her throat long enough to lube up Dan with her spittle, saying “This is so fucking hot! Put take big fucking stick in that tight ass for me!” and ever so slowly, Dan pushed the head of his cock into my asshole, giving the tight muscle enough time to slowly loosen up, until I felt it pop inside.

“Jesus!” I hollered, as he slowly began easing in and out, turning the slight pain into an incredible pleasure. “Go ahead, bury it in me!”

It had to be quite a sight for Cris to watch as she sucked my dick and watched Dan pushing his cock into me until I felt his groin against my butt cheeks. To get him more room, Cris raised up off my face and sat back gasping kocaeli escort from my tongue lashing.

“This is by far the hottest thing we’ve ever done together!” Cris groaned, while stroking me in tempo with Dan busting my ass open. “Come on honey! Fill that tight ass with your man juice!”

Dan was on fire as he began pounding me to her encouragement and I could feel his cock swelling inside just before his cock erupted, shooting rope after rope into me for what seemed to be way more than he’d come before. The warmth of his hot cum filling me up, plus the fact that his hard cock kept hitting all the right places inside launched my own orgasm. Cris milked all my cum out, stroking me furiously as my jism shot all over my chest and stomach.

When I finally felt his cock soften and it slipped out of my sore but satisfied ass, the two of them began to lick all my spunk off my body, happily kissing each other as the globs of cum were licked away.

As we three lay back on the smooth surface of the rock with Cris once again lying between Dan and I, Cris said, “You know the nice thing about all this?”

“What’s that darling?” Dan asked.

“We’re all camped out down below, so this weekend is only starting.”

“I’m game,” I said, leaning over to kiss Cris on the cheek.

Chuckling, Dan leaned over, kissing Cris on the other cheek, and said, “Hmmm…I guess its gonna be a long, hot weekend after all, so I suggest we get dressed and head back to camp.”

–To be Continued?–

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It is all from pages of a diary of one my closer friend.

My name is Chitrangada Banerjee (nee Mukherjee), a pretty 23-yeal-old married (Indian) Bengali woman, having a shapely voluptuous figure (34c/29/35), tall in height (5’6”), and very fair in complexion (in sharp contrast to that of my husband). And now a mother of an infant babe (son), aged 7 months. My husband’s name is Jayanta Banerjee; a tall (5’10”), dark, smart, somewhat ‘naughty by nature’ and with high libido. Elder by 4 years, he is now working in a multinational company at Calcutta as a sales manager. He’s an MBA, whereas I’m a simple BA (Hons). Ours is an arranged marriage, solemnized 3 years ago (April 2009). Ours being an arranged marriage, it look a little time, initially, for us to adjust ourselves in our conjugality, and we’re a happy couple.
Contextually speaking, being the only child of parents, thereby pampered, I was a bit high-nosed and stubborn by nature, ab initio —- and very much elated about my beauty and pulchritude or figure from my mid-adolescence; youth pervaded me somewhat early. . .and by the time I was in IX-standard in high school I’d been blossomed out into a nubile girl, and I would feel a mixed emotions of both coy and pride when boys, or even stranger males on road, when they looked, straightway or sidelong, at my firm arrogant pair of breasts. And I didn’t know it had installed into me a prone to mild exhibitionism. . . And this strange tendency unselfconsciously further heightened when I entered college. In our Bhawanipore house, my bathroom (upstairs) was just opposite that of a house (occupied by a non-Bengali family) besides ours. And one summer day, while I was bathing I suddenly discovered a younger boy (of that naighbour family) stealthily watching me through his bathroom-window! And then it became somewhat a regular affair, obviously on blindside of others. But it was up to that much only —- it was a fun! Technically I was virgin or had undergone no (premarital) love-affairs etc, though, in my college days, I had some experiences of attaining orgasms with stranger male(s) in crowded public vehicles at times, not unlike other middle-class girls.
Well, Jayanta, my husband, was the first male in my life who filled me with sperms. And our conjugal sexuality was (or still is) warm and satisfactory. . . However, I became pregnant year and a half after my marriage (November 2010), and in September-end (2011) I gave birth to our son at Belleview Nursing Home, Calcutta.
Due to new motherhood, my breasts became abounded with milk, and this milk-flow was so much in abundance that even after feeding the infant child the flow would continue oozing out in drops —– which caused embarrassment for me sometimes, especially when outside home. My husband would not now suck my breasts, that he got some detest for the lactic fluid. Under this odd situation escort or position I stopped wearing brassiere underneath my blouse or shirt or top etc when I’m home. But then also I would face trouble as my blouse-cups used to be often spoiled or milk-strained by sudden spontaneous spurt of milk from nipples . . . and such flow would be beyond control until or unless it stopped on its own! Then happened a strange incident —- and it added an extra spice to our conjugality, opening me out into sex outside marriage before my zealous horny husband, for the first time. This occurred a few months ago —- and I still remember the date: it was a Sunday and 12th February (2012) —— a red letter day in my life. It so happened that a friend of Jayanta unexpectedly came down to our place. His name was Arjun Shah, a boyhood (Gujarati) friend of Jayanta. They had studied together in school. Subsequently Arjun went abroad and settled down there (London). He was dark tall and handsome and endowed with a kind of athlete body — very strong and well-built and still unmarried. . Before coming to us, however, he did not inform as he said he’d wanted to give Jayanta a surprise! Anyway, we, three of us, were chit-chatting a lot, relaxing over a bottle of Scotch. I was sitting beside Jayanta, whereas Arjun was sitting opposite us on the sofa. While our chit-chats were on in full swing, naughty Jayanta suddenly placed his left arm around my neck in such way that his forearm or the palm rather, came over my left breast-dome. I was then wearing Indian outfits, as usual, — a normal cotton Sharee with a sleeveless (pink) blouse, made of cotton. And incidentally with no brassiere underneath my blouse. His touch on bosom instantly sent sensual tingles up my spine, and I started getting aroused . . . and that resulted the start of milk-oozing from my both nipples underneath the blouse. I felt awaked and shy as Arjun was sitting dead in front of us and he saw the prank Jayanta was doing with me in a casual way. . . I tried in vain to push my husband’s naughty hand off my bosom, and he just went on to mildly cup that breast, to my utter embarrassment and surprise. I thought what suddenly happened to Jayanta today! Finally I gave in, letting him do whatever he liked. His activity made now my pallu slide off the front, thereby exposing my cleavage in the open, and this thrilled me as I saw Arjun looking at my breasts, agape. Meanwhile, the milk flowing out from my nipples started drenching or soaking the cup-fronts of my breasts, resulting the blouse-cups turning transparent, and my dark brown areolae, tipped with already swollen nipples, could now poke through this wet transparence. I saw lust in Arjun’s eyes for me. . . I felt situation going out of control. . . But I irresistibly wanted to see the end of it. . And instead of withdrawing thereof, I stayed there. By now all three of us had been a bit tipsy, and we tacitly wanted a fun for fun’s sake. .. However, Jayanta had literally now began pressing my breasts, by turns, and his under-palms izmit escort bayan were drenched with my breast-milk; the front of my cotton blouse turned wet to skin — and then I lost my continence — and I myself unhooked my blouse, instinctively allowing my husband to yank off my top. And next moment I became topless, with milk profusely following out from the nipples in drops. The tremendous sex-appeal of my bare breasts made Arjun agape in wonder and lust. And then my husband closed her both palms around a lactating breast and put strong pressure all around the dome and instantly a gush of milk fly forth. . .and straightway fell into Arjun’s agape mouth; he, by instinct, instantly swallowed it with gusto. . . to my surprise and embarrassment! Thereafter Arjun needed no further invitation. . . He came over and knelt down before me, and then seizing a lactating breast by both hands, he placed his hungry mouth on a wet swollen nipple — and started sucking hard on it; my breast-milk started profusely spurting out into his athrust mouth, granting me a unique sexual tingle through spine. . . and a strange relief, tinged with delight. His eager mouth went on travelling one milky breast to the other, alternatively, making me hiss with pleasure, while my naughty husband watched away my breast-feeding his friend. I was already wet . . . and sweats appearing my body. And soon I felt I was on the verge of an orgasm. And in no time a spasm of orgasm pervaded me. . . On the other hand, Arjun continued sucking my breasts, by turns, until and unless he emptied them for that time being. Still he continued sucking and now kneading my breasts, now drenched with a mixture of his saliva and my lactic fluid. I was reeling like a reed with sexual fury, and begging him to take me to his heart’s content. Finding my fluid condition my aroused husband now asked Arjun to get ready to pump his fluid into me. Next moment, all three of us, yanked off our clothes —- and before me they now stood with their respective ‘tools’ of masculinity to invade my arrogant youth. My zealous husband pinned me on the floor on my back, and spreading my inner thighs wide he invited his bosom friend to taste his pretty and youthful wife’s pubic nectar . . ., obviously with my tacit consent and zeal. I was otherwise thrilled because, for the first time, I was granted liberty to taste the bliss of extra-marital sex, yet within the ambit of conjugality —- and which elated my feminine ego . . . in terms of discovering the mental broadness of my husband Jayanta, anew. I yelled in bliss the moment Arjun’s eager warm tongue touched and attacked my already lubricated vaginal region; he started licking it, making me feel like being in heaven. In no time my scrams of pleasure echoed around the room. . . Arjun continued eating me, with one his hand working on my aloft breast, while Jayanta wife-watched . . . without directly participating in this spree. So, in one way, it was a threesome tryst yet unlike threesomes — practically it was a twosome izmit sınırsız escort union, with another male being a direct voyeur of it.
Arjun’s adept suction took me to another orgasm . . . and finally he entered me with a smooth thrust, and pushed deeper . . . and assumed churning in me with his huge thick manhood; now with every deeper thrust his penis-head was touching the wall of my womb, thus making me yell aloud in bliss against his each stroke; my eyes popped out in wonder and delight; my bare and firm breasts turned resplendent with pleasure and satisfaction. Arjun gradually became wild . . . and with a great zeal and lust he, thrust by thrust, creating a typical squelchy sound of coition, carried me to the seventh heaven of sexual Eden, bringing to me a series of orgasms, one after another. My vaginal muscles had tightened over his love-rod, and I felt he’s now closer to his climax. He asked me if I wanted him to pull out or release his seed within me. Before my uttering a word in answer, watching Jayanta blurted out: “No, no, don’t withdraw from her within, please fill her completely. Let her feel your liquid existence inside her womb”. I smiled to myself —- next moment I saw stars . . . as his warm deluge of semen jutted out in a jet my inside me, and he collapsed over my heaving bosom; my arms spontaneously embraced him to my bosom. He stayed in my close embrace, or over my supine body, motionless, for a couple of minutes, without withdrawing himself from my within. And I also remained underneath him . . . until my receptive womb absorbed the last drop of his ejaculated sperm in me —– although it was a high risk for me to take his sperm inside, because that day was not a safe day for me, nor was I on the pill to shun pregnancy or impregnation. But I was grateful to Arjun for granting me full sexual satisfaction and satiation, and I thanked both my watching husband and my fun-partner Arjun for this fun. However, after finally Arjun’s withdrawal, I sucked my husband to ejaculation in my mouth and swallowed it all with gusto.
Thereafter, I invited Arjun to take me once again . . . and now I offered my succulent lips and breasts to him to savour, anew. It soon worked on him to be ready once again . . . and he rammed me and filled me with his seed again. After him came my husband’s turn, and he too pumped out himself within me.
That night Arjun night-stayed at our place, and all the night he ate my nectarine youth, including lactic juice, seeding me four times, while my husband only did voyeur..
However, Arjun-da stayed a sojourn of fortnight at Calcutta. And in these 15 days he called at our place every day, mostly at afternoon, and enjoyed me to his heart’s content, without using condoms. And thus began my escapades, outside marriage, with, of course, my liberal husband’s tacit consent and sometimes active voyeuristic participation.
However, Arjun could not get me into a trouble, despite his directly releasing sperm always inside me, because, after our first tryst that evening or night, I took i-Pill next day, and then stayed on the pill, though I was then emotionally and physically ready to mother a child with him. . .Arjun went back to London in February-end.

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Trip to our friends for a long weekend

A few years ago my wife (Rose) and I went across the state to see some friends for a long weekend,(Rick and Lorie) we hadn’t seen for a few months. We were good friends hung out together quite often and we always had drinks. Lorie always flirted when she was drinking and I liked the attention. I think Rose was always a little intimidated by Lories big tits, because Rose’s were of average size. But Lorie seemed to always be shoving them into my face, sometimes I would even playfully grab them. She never minded at all.

When we arrived Rick and Lorie met us at the door. And like always Lorie hugged me and pressed her big tits into me not anything out of the norm. Rick hugged Rose again not unusual.

We took our bags inside they showed us to the bedroom that we would be in for the long weekend, it had a bathroom between that bedroom and the one on the other side. We didn’t really unpack, just opened our bags and got out what we needed when we needed.

Rick and Rose were both in the medical field. So Rick was going to show Rose his ultrasound area of a very small radiology department. Which he was the manager of two other radiology technologists. When I voiced that I would like to go also Rick was quick to say no, I later found out why. And that I was to go with Lorie to the liquor store to get the drinks for the weekend.

On the way to the liquor store Lorie kept talking about how she missed seeing us especially me. She Talked about the times that I had grabbed her tits, and did I like the way they felt. I said I did, that they felt much larger than Rose’s tits. She then suggested that she might let me handle them this weekend, or would I like to now. I said no, it wouldn’t be appropriate to do so now. When we are drinking it just seems like harmless fun. Ok she said but maybe I might grab you this weekend. We laughed like it was just a thought. We bought the beer and liquor and returned back to the.

Rose and Rick had not returned yet. It was a short trip to the hospital, and it was almost 2 to 3 hours before they returned. When they returned Rose said she enjoyed the tour and she had met a good friend of Ricks and sorry they had taken so long, but seemed very eager to excuse the reason that it took so long.

As for Rick and Rose later I found out the real reason that they took so long. Who his friend was. And why Rick had a very happy smile on his face. Rose was walking stiff legged, as if her legs hurt. It wasn’t her legs that hurt.

When they reached the hospital and went to the radiology department, they were alone as it was a weekend. Rick was showing Rose around the area. The ultrasound area was in the back of the department very isolated and very quiet. They went into the room and Rick slid the sign to “in use” and closed the door behind them. It got very dark with only the light from the monitor on the opposite side of the ultrasound cart. The cart was already made with a fresh sheet on it for the next patient.

Rose kocaeli escort turned around wondering why he had closed the door and was greeted by a kiss from Rick. We can’t Rick, Lorie and Reed are waiting for us to come back. Rick returned with, they will be okay for a little bit. And again gave Rose a kiss, to which Rose pushed away and turned around. Rick then grabbed her sides and kissed the back of her neck, it felt so good to Rose, her whole body went numb with the thought of another man touching her. She resisted saying no we can’t, but turned her head sideways to allow Rick easier access to her sensuous area. Rose felt a such a rush going through her body that she was having a hard time controlling. Her nipples got hard and she felt a tingling between her legs that made her pussy start to get wet.

Rick by now had run his hands up her sides and under her blouse reaching her tits massaging them through her bra. Rose heard herself saying no we can’t do this Rick, but felt herself arching her back to shove her tits to Ricks hands. Almost as she was saying it’s ok let’s do this. Rick then pulled up on her bra releasing her tits which gravity let them fall into his waiting hands. He then took her nipples, which were very hard and sensitive by now, between thumbs and forefingers and began twisting them.This made her body tingle even more and felt her pussy getting wetter. Again Rose heard herself saying no, but still pushing her tits more to his hands and felt herself pushing her ass into the bulge in Ricks pants and giving a little grinding action making his cock grow even more.

By now Rick sensing this is going perfectly well let his right hand slide down her belly and to her cunt massaging it through her pants. Rose saying no stop, but found herself reaching down to unzip her pants and then guiding his hand into them. Reaching inside her pants and going down feeling her silky panties she had on getting to her blood swollen pussy lips, he could feel her juices flowing and making her panties wetter by the second Rick began to run his fingers up and down the wet spot making it wetter with each passing. Then he hit her clitoris, so swollen he could feel it through her panties. When Rick hit her clitoris for about fourth time she buckled at the knees as her body tensed with orgasm. Oh god yessss that feels so good she moaned. Not wanting to say it but unable to stop the words from coming out, oh god yes I’m coming oh fuck yes don’t stop.

Rick pushed Rose over onto the cart bending her at the waist grabbed the waistband of her pants and slid them to the floor. As she now is bent over the cart with her panties soaking wet from pussy fluids. She again hears herself saying no we can’t, but arching her cheating horney ass in the air, as if she was a bitch dog in heat. If she was her tail would have been straight in the air out of the way of the cock she was as ready as ever for. She now had not only stopped resisting his advances, but was offering herself up to his cock to enter her awaiting darıca escort and aching vagina. Rick started to rub her cunt even harder making her moan so loudly that it was a good thing they were alone. By now she’s wanting a cock inside her wet cunt, and it didn’t matter whose, just so it scratches her itch that was so deep inside her cunt only a full hard on cock can reach it.

As Rick hears her moans he reaches for the waistband of her panties and starts to slide them over her hips. Rose objects slightly but not really resisting, no please we can’t, but Rick continues to remove them. Rose helps him by moving side to side and as her pussy soaked panties clear her ass. She arches her ass up to aim her soaking, ready to be fucked, female pheromones dripping sex right to Ricks face. Rick finished getting her jeans and pussy soaked panties out of the way. Then with her glistening wet pussy smelling so sweet as only females cunt does Rick could not resist but to start to lick it clean. No please, Rose attempted to plead, but again her body was not her own as she spreads her legs and arching her back to give him complete access to her sopping wet cunt. Rick proceeded to lick her woman slit from clitoris to her anus. Also he slid two fingers into her, her cunt so wet he had no trouble at all, they just slid right in up to his knuckles. Oh god yes she moaned as she succumbed to a different man violating her baby maker. Finally reaching the g-spot feeling its rough texture growing and he continued to play with it, making her body quiver uncontrollably. Oh god that feels so good don’t stop licking that pussy. Oh yesssssss lick that pussy fuckkkkkk me yessss that’s it. Rick reached up under her and grabbed her clitoris massaging it like she had never felt. Within seconds her body convulsed her pussy muscles contracting and squeezing his fingers and cum was running out of her cheating fuck hole. Rick tried to lick it as fast as he could, but so much squirting out of it at once it was running down the inside of both thighs and Ricks fingers.

Her body still shaking and out of control, powerless to even move at this time. Rick stood up grabbing his 7 inch full hard on. Aiming it at Rose’s cumming fuck hole rubbing his cock up and down her wet slit from clitoris to asshole, making Rose squeal as it hits those spots finally stopping at her cunt entrance. Oh yes shove that cock into my pussy, as she said this pushed herself back against his precum dripping cock mixing her fluids with his making her hole so slick. His cock easily slid into her throbbing pulsing pussy but only just past the head. Oh god yesssss fuck me now. That’s all Rick needed to hear, with one full thrust he buried himself into her, making her feel like her pussy was ripped open. Ohhhhh she gasped as it ripped her opening, but yet it felt so good. Oh fuckkkkkkk yesssssss fuck that pussy. She now wanted it so bad, and was into fucking him now like a whore with a John. As Rick started to rhythmically pound her pussy. She likewise was gölcük escort in unison meeting his cock with her own thrusts back into him. With his balls slapping her with every thrust of his cock into her unprotected womb, the sound of wet pussy being violated. Finally she spasms again her pussy muscles contracting hardest of all, and gushing even more cum than before. With cum running over his cock and down her thighs. Her wet cunt tightened around him now milking his cock like professional slut wanting to get all of his sperm. Rick felt his balls tighten and then drove it into her feeling her cervix opening held himself there as he released his full load of cum into her unprotected fuck hole. He held it in as deeply as he could delivering his cum directly onto her cervix, her pussy muscles tightened around his cock holding on to get every drop of his precious seed.

With each pulse she felt his hot cum flowing into her, it was such a rush getting a hot load shot into her by someone other than her husband. Her husband was until now the only cock that had penetrated her. She was enjoying this strange cock so much, she wanted it to continue for hours. Her pussy muscles contracting milking his cock for every drop of his hot white seed. Oh god that’s it fuckkkkkkk meeeee. Now her cum running down her thighs mixed with his abundant amounts of sperm made a gooy sticky mess of her inner thighs. She took just a second to question herself, did I take my birth control pill today. Shit what if it doesn’t work and Rick gets me pregnant, oh fuck who cares it’s too late now anyway.

Rick still had a major hardon so he rolled Rose onto her back and grabbed her legs lifting them and spreading them apart to open her sex hole again. Oh yes she begged, cum inside my pussy again fuck your whore cunt like you own it.

Sliding his cock into her again, now she has cum from both of them running down the crack of her asshole and pooling under her. Rick pounds her harder than before, making her almost scream with pleasure. He gets so turned onto her sounds, and starts pounding even harder. Finally they cum at the same time , Rick holds himself in as deeply as he can. Ahhgghg he lets out and then says there take that cum like whore, hold it inside. She feels his hot seed again coursing into her, she feels herself climax like never before. Again her pussy hole contracting to milk him dry again. Now cum is every where, on the cart, on the floor and running down herself, covered all over Ricks cock and his balls.

Rick then said what would Reed say if he knew you were carrying two loads of my cum inside your pussy when we get back.

I don’t know, what if he goes down on me tonight and can taste your cum oozing out.

Haha Rick laughed that’d be good, I fully fuck his wife and then he eats what runs out. That’ll teach him to leave you alone with me.

Yeah she snickered I’ll try to let your cum just stay inside, besides it feels good in there so nice and warm.

Both of them spent with nothing left. They both just lay beside each other for awhile before being able to clean up. Which would take awhile. Before coming back to the house each very well fucked and happy.

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Subject: The Peach-Pounding Peters of Peterson Hall 13 ===*=== The Peach-Pounding Peters of Peterson Hall Chapter 13: A Big Eggplant for Three Virgin Peaches (Part 3) ===*=== Late Saturday night after the deflowering ritual had ended, Buff and I took a quick shower together. He’d insisted we do so to wash Jerrick’s hot, hairless ass off our bodies as if it even bothered me like it bothered him. Then, we dried ourselves and went into our room, still naked. I closed the door and eyed him while standing right in front of him, the anger rising from within. “I think your leadership skills need some major improvement.” Buff seemed more amused than upset. “Enlighten me, then. What should I be doing that I’m not already doing?” “Well, for starters, I don’t like how you’re treating sub. I don’t like that you’re forgetting he’s not a slave. I read a lot about BDSM stuff lately since that’s pretty much what this is, and slaves apparently don’t get a choice of anything, but subs do.” “And? Your point?” “And that means sub’s a sub, meaning he gets to say ‘no’ if he can’t do certain things.” “If it’s any consolation, all sub Peters get free room and board, meals, tuition, books, all that stuff paid for. The rest of us get a reduction, much like a discount. On top of that, all Peters are given a list of allied businesses to jumpstart our future careers as long as we show proof that we joined the club. We may even have to show them in a more…carnal way, so to speak. But who cares? Lots of benefits here for us. It’s not just a fuck club, you know.” I hadn’t known any of that. “Why didn’t you tell me this?” He shrugged. “Maybe I wanted to see how naturally loyal to the club you really are.” Could I ever be a loyal Peter? I wasn’t sure. But knowing this new info really changed things. “Well, I still don’t like how you treat sub, so it needs to stop. Like, now.” Buff sighed. “I should’ve known you’d defend him, especially after your little moment with him during the deflowering ritual.” My little moment with him. The funny thing? I looked forward to seeing Jerrick again. I felt like we’d connected in a weird way. I couldn’t explain it. I felt the same way about Twunky too. But why show that? “Hmm, I don’t know, Buff. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re jealous.” “Oh, please. Why would I be jealous?” Yet his reddening face hinted otherwise. One thing I hated about myself and the disturbing way my brain functioned was how badly this mean fuck turned me on. He was hot with an equally-hot bubble butt�big and smooth�and I needed to fight the lack of reasoning. I’d read superhero fanfic romances where the villain was romanticized for the superhero as if fated or whatever. Why was Buff always pissing me off and making me horny at the same time? Was I just sick? Rock hard, I stepped closer to Buff, my face closer to his. I needed to remember that I still had a plan to destroy him. Though, I was still going to fuck his virgin ass with no mercy, especially since he was more than willing to consent to it. I grabbed his dick and stroked it. “Tell me the truth. Are you jealous?” He swallowed, not saying anything. That was the thing about him. When he felt something, he struggled with hiding it. Plan, plan, plan. Slip through newly-formed cracks. “Because no one’s ever been that way about me before. I’m…flattered, actually.” “Yeah?” There seemed to be a mix of hope and caution on Buff’s face. I kissed his lips. “Ich liebe dich. And I do mean that.” I’d said it with growing desire laced with resentment for a toxic concoction. After a moment, his eyes growing heavier, he whispered, “I love you too.” My eyes widened. What…? “You look shocked.” “I…” Confusion hit me hard. And after pondering for a few seconds, I wondered if I’d said the wrong phrase this entire time. I remembered in Spanish�I barely knew any of it even though I should because of my family heritage�that the phrase “I want you” could also mean “I love you.” Did it not work the same way in German? “I said I want you, though.” “No you didn’t. You told me twice already that you loved me. I speak German, remember?” Buff kissed my lips. “I know you wouldn’t play games with me. You wouldn’t take that dangerous risk. That’s how I know you meant it.” Fuck. What a fucking idiot I was! Buff started jerking me off while his burned into mine. “I think you’re scared to fall in love with me because you hate me and love me and you feel conflicted about it. Am I right?” No, he wasn’t. But what should I do? I’d wanted to carry on with the plan, but I hadn’t realized it’d turn out like this. I sighed. “I’ve never had a boyfriend.” “I know. That’s what makes this so special. Of all the hotties you could’ve fallen for me, you fell for me. Your biggest worshiper.” Look at him. He was completely smitten in a way I wasn’t used to seeing. Fuck. Shit. Think, think, think. “But I cheated on Leah. You shouldn’t trust me.” That crooked smirk again. “That’s different. You were just craving cock and man butt, two things she didn’t have that you needed. Now mezitli escort that you got all this experience, you can’t stop the crave.” “Exactly. So why would you trust me?” “Because, Chosen One. If you cheated on me, which I’d find out, you’ll pay really costly for it. I don’t think you have it in you to play with that kind of fire.” “We’re not boyfriends, Buff.” “No. We’re not. We’re more. You’re my god, and I’m your worshiper. And despite how much of an asshole you might think I am, I’m very strongly against cheating. You’ll never, ever worry about that with me. I’d forever be loyal to you until death. That’s a promise.” Was I stuck with Buff now? This wasn’t fair. How the hell had I gotten myself into this mess? I needed to change the subject. I couldn’t deal with this heavy shit right now. I was upset, confused, and horny, but horny needed to be taken care of first. “I’m going to fuck you, Buff. No mercy.” “Go for it. And if I cry, if I tell you to stop, or any kind of thing like that, you keep fucking me. Only then will I know that you’re a true god who takes what’s his.” Oh, Buff. I was turned on. I needed his ass. “I need a safe word, though.” “No need. I don’t want you to stop.” “Give me a fucking safe word and then get on the bed.” “Damn. So dominant now. Your voice firms up and deepens every time you order people around.” Buff climbed and then stopped, his big ass waving at me. “The safe word is ‘roleplay’ because that’s exactly what this is. Only stop when I say it, which I won’t because I don’t want you to.” “I know how it works. I read about it.” “Well? Come and get it, then, my hot, sexy god.” I lost all reason and clarity. I was a sexual zombie at this point. I walked toward him and groped his cheeks. I slapped them hard to watch him flinch. Instead of showing pain, he formed his signature crooked smirk, always expressing himself that way as if limited in expressions. Or maybe he was constantly feeling cocky and proud. “I should tell you, though, Chosen One. Once you deflower my ass, there’s no turning back.” He slowly gyrated his hips as if to tease me some more, which worked every time. “You want this virgin ass?” “I do,” I whispered with hunger, my dick dripping uncontrollably in a sticky mess. “Take it, then.” It was amazing how brave Buff was for being on the verge of losing his virginity in possibly a deeply-painful way. But first, I needed to eat that ass. I hunched over and dove into his hole with my tongue. “It’s your ass, God. Anytime you want to eat it or fuck it, you don’t ask. You just fucking take it like a dominant owner. Be possessive all you want because that’s how I like it. Because it goes both ways.” I ignored his words and hungrily munched on his hot butt some more, slapping his cheeks on occasion while the tip of my tongue stabbed his tight pucker. I sucked it and gave it a bite, hard enough to make him hiss in pain. “Hurt me, God.” I bit his anus once more, a little harder. He flinched, briefly clenching his butt, and he released a loud grunt. “Fuck, damn, that hurt.” He chuckled. “Shit.” I could be rough with Buff, but I wanted my big dick to be rough instead of my tongue. I rose back up, pushed down on the small of his back to get him to lie on his flat belly, and climbed over him. Fuck this fucker. I wasn’t going to use lube. He deserved a painful experience for all the shit he’d caused. “Fuck me, God. Fuck me hard.” “Oh, I’m going to fuck you like I’ve never fucked anymore before.” “By force?” I didn’t answer even though that was the case. I pressed the head of my dick against his super-tight pucker and pushed it in without stopping. Buff groaned in pain. “Fuck! Shit!” “I’m not stopping, so you fucking take it.” I wasn’t sure what had gotten over me, but the resentment unleashed from my thoughts. I pushed myself inside farther. “Not even if I say the safe word?” “Well, of course, I’m not a fucking rapist.” He groaned some more, balling his hands into tight fists and sounding as if in labor. This fuck. He’d terrorized me and others. He was the shittiest, most abusive leader. Fuck this piece of shit. Let him wail all he wanted. I pushed even harder until I was finally in. By now, Buff shed tears, and for the first time, he was truly submissive. “It fucking hurts like hell,” he whispered harshly, whimpering. I started pounding him. He yelped and kept groaning loudly, making me worry that the other Peters could hear us since they were only in the other bedroom. It felt amazing, though. Being inside him was a treat I’d never thought possible at one time. I ignored his sounds of pain and gave it to him good and hard. He cried softly. “Okay, okay, stop, I can’t take it anymore! It hurts!” But I remembered when he’d told me not to. He needed to say the safe word, and only then would I stop. “You want me to be your true god? You take it like a man, then. You begged for this.” “I was confused, I didn’t know what I was saying.” Was this roleplay? pozcu escort Was he serious? “Are you playing games with me, Buff?” “No, I’d never hurt you like you’re hurting me, Pete.” Pete? That was a first. But he wasn’t saying the safe word, so pain or not, he’d take it. And now that I was close, I kept ramming into him more. He continued crying and grunting, gnashing his teeth. Closer. His butt was so…ungh…it felt too good. Closer, even closer. “I’m about to nut, Buff.” “No, stop, Pete. I never agreed to this. I’m fragile and helpless.” Okay, now I knew he was fucking around like a goddamn drama queen. He wanted all of this. I gave him more thrusts, as hard as I could, and the intense feeling sent me over the edge. “I’m…nutting in you…” Buff cried harder in a whine. “No, Pete, stop, I don’t fucking want this, I never did.” I myself grunted as I shot into his deflowered hole, claiming it, his first cum in there. I shot and shot so much that I was hypnotized by the ecstasy. “Fuck…ungh…” I collapsed on his damp back and rested my nose against the nape of nis neck. “This is what you get.” And suddenly, I smirked at how defeated he must’ve felt. “I owned you for that moment. I took your ass virginity and proved to you how little you really are. I’m in control now. And what do you know? You were my third virginity tonight.” Buff sniffled. “Third?” “Yeah. I fucked Twunky right before sub, nice and slow and passionate with him, and you’re not going to do shit about it.” I no longer cared if Buff knew. I pulled out, and my eyes widened in horror as I lowered my gaze. I puffed harder than ever. “Fuck, Buff, you’re bleeding!” It wasn’t a whole lot, but it trickled from his hole and stained the sheets. He turned around, face drenched with tears and his nose wet with snot. “I told you to stop, but you didn’t listen.” My heart pounded, and I stared at him. “You told me not to stop!” “No, Pete, you don’t get it. ‘No’ means ‘no.’ Simple as that.” “You didn’t say the safe word!” He lowered his eyebrows as if confused. “What safe word?” I jolted out of bed and panted. “You’re not accusing me of something, are you? Because you gave me a safe word. It was ‘roleplay’ and you know it. You told me not to stop because it would make you see me as a true god.” Buff sighed. “‘No.’ Means. ‘No.'” “Fuck you!” Then, he formed a crooked smirk. “Who’s the little one now?” There was a hard knock on the bedroom door. “Everything okay, guys?” It was Twunky. “Because we could all hear you.” Shit. “You can come in,” Buff called. I rushed to hold the door closed. “No, not yet, Twunky!” I started getting dressed. “We need to get you to the hospital. You’re bleeding.” “It stings like my ass is on fire, but I’ll live. I’m actually amused right now.” I finished putting my clothes on and wrinkled my forehead. “I don’t follow.” He got up from the bed, leaving bloodstains on the sheets while some of it trickled down his legs. He grabbed his phone that had been propped up on his dresser the entire time. He fiddled with it and crookedly smirked at me. “Recording saved.” He put his phone back on his dresser. I rushed to him and stopped right in front of him. “Buff? Wh-what do you think you’re doing?” I tried to be as calm as possible but failed. That crooked smirk again. “There’s one thing you don’t know about me.” Did I want to know? “When I want someone, I get him at whatever cost. You’re the third Chosen One I’ve fallen hard for. The other two graduated after only a year each with them, and they were glad to be rid of me. They never loved me, and I knew that. But I’m not letting it happen again because I know you really do love me. I have you for two years, but I want more. I want life with you. I’ll even make you marry me if it means you’re legally tied to me.” I frowned, and this time, I was the one who started crying. “Hey, hey, Chosen One.” Buff gently shushed me and wrapped his arms around me. He kissed my ear. “I could report this, but I don’t have to.” “You’re blackmailing me.” He faced me and formed a tiny smile. “If that’s what you want to call it, fine. I’d like to think of it as sealing our fate. You see, Chosen One, we were meant to be, but you keep trying to change fate. Now? I have you under my control, which means I can control our fate. Because you know exactly what’ll happen if you leave me. I gave you my virginity. That was the seal right there.” “Fuck you, Buff.” “It’s okay. I get that you’re pissed.” He caressed my wet cheek. “I love you so much. When I laid eyes on you the first time, I was just taken away by your beauty and virility. I knew I had to make you mine. And you’re all mine now. I’m never letting you go.” “You’re a sick fuck for doing this.” “Sick? I don’t know, Chosen One. You’re the rapist here, not me.” I jerked back and narrowed my eyes at him. “I didn’t…you told me not to stop, Buff.” “But ‘no’ means ‘no,” does it not?” “I would’ve stopped if I’d known otherwise! I’ve escort bayan never even thought about forcing myself on anyone without their consent! I’m not like that! I told you I’d have no mercy and you accepted it!” This wasn’t happening. This was so not happening. The room spun, and I felt nauseous. Another knock on the door. “Guys, we’re getting worried now.” It was Twunky again. “Come in!” Buff immediately grabbed my arm as if to stop me. Fuck! Twunky opened the door, and his eyes widened at the bed and us. “What happened?” I gave Buff a pleading look since my back was facing Twunky. I mouthed, “Please?” “I don’t know, Chosen One. I think I can at least trust Twunky with the truth.” “What truth?” Twunky asked. “And why is there blood on the bed? Did something happen?” Desperate, I took Buff’s hand and looked at Twunky. “I, uh…I’m with Buff now.” Twunky furrowed his eyebrows. “Really?” Buff squeezed my hand. “We got a little rough because Chosen One was that into me. He confessed that he’s been in love with me for a while, and I feel the same way about him. He didn’t just deflower sub. He deflowered me and you too.” Twunky swallowed, looking frozen. “That’s right. He told me because he felt guilty. He told me I was the best he ever had, and that you and sub were just, you know, subpar. Not that great but enough to get off.” Buff was enjoying this like the psycho he’d proven to be. I was fucked for life. If I denied anything he said, he’d destroy me. “Oh,” Twunky muttered. I could see the pain and humiliation in his eyes. “He was just toying with you, Twunky,” Buff continued, smirking crookedly. “Did you really think he loved you?” I glanced at Buff. “What are you talking about.” “He’s been falling for you, Chosen One. Recently. He told me himself the other day when I confronted him about him ever having feelings for the Peters, and he actually told me.” “It’s fine,” Twunky said in a cracked tone. “Feeling stupid, Twunky?” Buff walked away from me and toward him, having too much fun. His back and bloody butt faced me. “From now on, Chosen One’s off limits. No one can touch him but me.” “That goes against the rules.” “What? That we all have to share each other? Fuck the rules. I’m tired of following them because they’re not convenient. I’m making my own now. You know, you were supposed to save your ass for me and only me. Even though I found someone better than you, you still have to pay for that betrayal.” I glanced at Buff’s phone, my heart racing more than ever. “You’re worthless without the Peters club,” Buff said while still eying Twunky. “You were a fucking fat ass until I saved you and helped you look hot.” Twunky scoffed. “I lost weight before I joined, before I even started college. I didn’t know then!” “You’re still worthless. I made you relevant here.” I quietly grabbed Buff’s phone while he continually insulted Twunky, and I slowly slid it inside my pocket, my heart pounding like crazy from the possibility of being caught. I waited a few seconds to calm down, and I approached Buff from behind and kissed his neck. I felt disgusted doing this, but I had no choice but to make myself look less suspicious. “Baby, let’s stop this now, okay? You have me now, and I have you. That’s all that matters.” “No, he has to pay.” “No. He doesn’t. You won me, remember? That’s enough. But we really need to take you to the hospital to get your ass checked.” “I’m not going and you can’t make me.” “Fine, Buff. Be stubborn. But I need some air. I won’t be with anyone, don’t worry. I just need to think for a moment.” “You’re not going anywhere, Chosen One. You’re no longer allowed to be on your own after you fucked Twunky behind my back. You did the same with Lincoln weeks ago. I can’t trust you anymore.” “But this time it’s different.” I leaned into Buff’s ear, praying what I was about to say would work. “I want to surprise you with something special. Let me do this for you, baby. Please? You’re my first boyfriend. It means a lot to me, and I’m kind of excited to do this.” Ugh, the terrible aftertaste of those words. He sighed. “Just this once. But hurry up. I’m not sleeping alone tonight. I want you in bed soon.” “I won’t be long.” I forced a smile on my face, albeit a tight one. I grabbed my jacket and left as nonchalantly as possible. I walked out of the Peters’ suite and down the hallway, my heart lifting with hope. Now to find someone to help me hack into Buff’s phone. This crazy fucker wasn’t going to ruin me. I refused to be tied to him for life. I regretted the merciless fuck I’d given him, though. I felt like shit because I wouldn’t have done it had I known he truly hadn’t wanted to. But he had. He’d wanted it. It had all been a part of his entrapment, his plan to make me his forever. And now, he’d pay for everything he’d done to me. ===*=== To be continued… ===*=== AUTHOR’S NOTE Thanks for reading. Want more free stories, published books, and the latest news by Marco May? Visit: ess Please show your support and help Nifty out by donating whatever you can so that these free stories can continue to stick around for a long time. Copyright � 2021, Marco May. All Rights Reserved. DISCLAIMER: All character names/details in this work are fictitious. 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Subject: Makarovia, Chapter 4 Makarovia at Last Story: Makarovia? Where the Hell Is That!? Chapter 4 Makarovia at Last Author: Eric McQueen ail) Adult Readers, Sexual Situations, Sex Freedom of expression is precious. To do that Nifty needs help. Your donation is greatly desired. Give to fty/ or this story ends and all the others! That would be a crime! Anderson Cooper’s interview and they complete the semester. Eric goes to Makarovia! Makarovia at Last “Good evening. I’m Anderson Cooper.” Anderson said to the camera. “You are watching this because you heard or saw reports that a very unique marriage is in the works as a member of a royal family, a prince is marrying a man from the United States. I will introduce you.” He waved to Peter, who sat on the couch next to me. “This is Prince Petro Ivanov of Makarovia.” He nodded to Peter. “I want to thank you for letting me in to give this…” Anderson gave a sort of shrug as he couldn’t explain it any other way, “…situation a voice. You are a prince.” Peter nodded. “I am.” “Beside him is Eric Richards who is an American.” I nodded. “Born and raised.” “On the other side of Prince Petro sits his mother, Queen Alla Ivanov of Makarovia who…” Anderson smiled, “tells me, not only do you not object to this marriage but support your son’s choice in marriage.” Queen Alla nodded with a smile. “I most certainly do.” Hearing her speak English, I heard the accent like Peter had. “My son loves Eric. Why would I object to my son’s choice in who he loves?” Anderson nodded. “I agree, but…most people are surprised hearing this. Marriage for those of us who want this with someone the same gender was a hard-won victory to even have that right. It wasn’t until the turn of this century did the idea of a woman marrying a woman…a man marrying a man was accepted.” He waved at Peter and me. “But saying that a member of a royal family…that’s very…unusual; you two will be the first in known history.” He smiled. “So, let me start with…and just to get this out of the way. There is a growing international military presence consisting of several nations growing in Makarovia. Do you know what that’s about?” Peter nodded smiling. “We do, my brother King Olek will be telling about that on Friday.” Anderson nodded. “Okay, moving on…” he grinned. “How did you two meet?” “We attend the same university.” Peter took my hand smiling. “It was because they feared my use of the English language would lack…some ability to translate, that we were assigned to the same project.” “And that’s another question!” Anderson said. “How does an American boy…raised in the South, manage to speak Makarovian!?” He asked incredibly. “Fluently!” “My grandmother,” I answered. “She was raised in Kiev in Ukraine. She danced with the Bolshoi in Moscow until she defected to the United States. She spoke Russian and Ukrainian. She and my mother insisted I learn to as well. Except for some words and pronunciation is a little different with some words, it’s basically the same language.” “That almost sounds like it was planned,” Anderson said. I smiled. “Who’s to say it wasn’t?” “Makarovia stands alone in their approach to differences in human nature where it comes to this sort of relationship,” Anderson said. Queen Alla gave a tilt of her head. “It’s not that different, nor is it perverse or deviant. When there are love and respect, it’s what we’re made to do; find someone to spend our lives with. It’s simply part of being human. You spend five minutes with Peter and Eric and that is more than evident.” She smiled. “When I met Peter’s father, King Olek the first, his country’s view of the world was just one of the reasons I was glad to be a part of Makarovia.” She leveled a look at Anderson. “The real concern about this in royal families is the successful birth of future rulers. There are more ways now to see that it happens. The fact is future leaders were bred, raised and educated in times where that was difficult. That isn’t a concern now. Peter found someone to share his life with.” She shrugged. “Choosing someone that is equally raised is not the deciding factor now. I know Eric will be a good addition to Makarovia. That choice should not be because of beliefs, race or even gender.” Anderson was nodding the whole time Queen Alla spoke and his smile grew the more he heard. “Eric is going to a prince, right?” Anderson asked both Queen Alla and Peter. Peter nodded and took my hand. “He will be.” Anderson nodded again. “It’s just never been done.” “Now, it is.” Queen Alla said simply. The discussion went briefly to my family’s history and Peter’s history. I was very pleased to see…whatever Peter had felt before the interview, was gone. Now sat a confident, smart, and articulate man…no pauses to gather his thoughts…no “ums” or “wells.” Peter knew what he needed to say and didn’t retreat once! At the end, some plans for Makarovia were discussed. Anderson did what he said. He talked more about the marriage and future plans, but less about the gay aspect. He did allude to the fact that I was American, a commoner, and an outsider; the gay aspect was just one issue that made our upcoming marriage noteworthy and controversial. “Now, we’ve all been told about this first in history,” Anderson said. He leaned forward and stuck his hand out to us. “Thank you again…for letting me be the one to tell this amazing event about to happen.” He smiled. “I know there’s something very big happening in Makarovia that has nothing to do with this marriage. I know things are going to be good for you. Good wishes to both of you in the future.” Peter nodded. “Thank you.” He leaned in and kissed me. “It will be very good.” He hugged me to his side as he smiled. We all saw the red light go out. All of us, including Anderson, sighed when that happened. Anderson nodded appreciatively. “And we’re done.” He stood up and smiled. “That was a great interview. I look forward to hearing more.” I was pleased to see Peter was smiling. His mother, however, was smiling bigger and hugged Peter. “You were fantastic!” She said kissing Peter on the cheek. “I don’t need to know how or why, but you were perfect!” She said hugging her son again. Peter smiled a bit bashful. “That was pretty nice.” Then I realized Penelope Baldwin was still here. “Ms. Baldwin! I’m sorry, I forgot you were here!” She nodded smiling. “And that’s the way I will always be. I assist and don’t intrude.” “I’ll say.” I nodded. “You’ve been great!” Peter nodded in agreement. “Go home, Ms. Baldwin. Thank you.” “That’s why I’m here. Trust me, there will be plenty of requests to sort through in the morning.” She chuckled and cocked her head. “And could you call me Penny?” “Sure…Penny.” Peter smiled and turned to me. “Now, if you’ll all excuse us. I want to spend some time with my future husband.” He took my hand. “Excuse us.” Up in our room, he closed the door by pressing me against it as he gave me a smoldering kiss as his hands came up and around me. “Now, to keep my promise.” He said as he began pulling on my shirt to get it out of my pants and at the same time he was pulling on my belt to get rid of that as well. “The only promise I will ever hold you to…” I said as he went from my lips to my neck and began to nibble and kiss sending volts of lightning through me. “You promise to always love me?” Peter grabbed me and moved us back to the bed. “I promise.” “I will hold you to that,” I said enjoying the sensations but brought his face up to kiss him one long moment. “I will always love you.” He grinned. “You promise?” “Oh, yes!” I promised as he pulled my pants down and slowly gave me what I gave him right before the interview. Damn, he was good. Whatever he was dealing with, he was suddenly…passionate! The man was on fire! He and I enjoyed a good sex life, but NOW!!! I don’t know how many times I came, I lost count for him. We started out on the bed, then in the shower and then the bed again. He did insist I do what I loved and did what he loved. Finally, we climaxed together one last time, but we’d done it so often that night, there was nothing to come out, hardly. We were left panting to catch our breaths. “Damn,” I said hoarsely, rolling back nearly out of breath holding my head against the swirling dizziness. It wasn’t uncomfortable, it was very satisfying. “That…” I said, “…was…intense.” I propped up looking down at him as he smiled nodding. “What just happened to you!?” He looked a little…he didn’t know? “We were…with that…Anderson guy.” He shook his head. “I just…had this urge…I needed you right then. I wanted you so badly.” I smiled kissing him. “I’m always going to be with you, you can have me whenever you want.” I chuckled and looked at his grey-green eyes. “Sex is never bad with you, but that was over the top!” I put my nose to his chest hairs and down into his armpit, which he didn’t mind at all. He even moved so I would have better access. “Okay.” Peter smiled. “I don’t care, but what is it that you get by doing this?” “You,” I said simply. “Me.” He repeated. “I’m sort of sweaty.” I nodded. “That’s when it’s the strongest,” I explained. “I want to take as much of you into me as possible. You have a distinct odor.” “Not a bad odor, obviously.” He said logically. “No. It’s just you.” “Okay.” He smiled. “Knock yourself out.” He said raising his arms up to give me a choice. “One more thing.” He said with a tone of seriousness. “You know I need you.” I nodded. “I hope so.” “I never felt so…confident as I did tonight.” He kissed me. “That’s because of you.” “I’ll be here whenever you need me.” In the morning, I came down to see Queen Alla sitting enjoying her coffee. She was a real queen. Dressed in a nice robe and her hair done, she smiled at me, her eyes were telling me she knew what happened last night. “Good morning.” She greeted putting her coffee down. “I trust you two got some sleep last night.” Yes, she knew. I looked at her surprised. “Were we too loud?” She shook her head. “No.” She took a breath. “My son…” she thought carefully and said, “…is very sensitive.” Then she laughed lightly. “I’m not telling you something you don’t know. You know him better than anyone…even me.” She said a little sadly. “I don’t…” I began to defend against that. “No!” She smiled. “That’s the way it’s supposed to be.” She said simply. “The two of you chose to be that one person in each other’s lives.” She said. “It was for me and his father. I knew him better than anyone…except maybe his first wife.” She smiled at the memory. “There were times…I would be jealous sometimes of her…but she bore him Olek. She was a Russian woman like me.” “I love one that’s mostly Russian.” I smiled. “We are all mostly Russian.” Queen Alla said. “Peter’s great-great-grandmother fell in love with a Russian Nobleman.” She leaned in. “She asked him to marry her.” She said nodding as my eyes grew. “That was sort of brazen.” “For the time…maybe…but she was Queen.” Queen Alla said. “But she did it. That’s why the last name is Ivanov.” She explained. “He agreed to marry her if she took his name.” She said. “My Olek, Olek the first, was also very sensitive. The reason I bring it up…my Olek became…” she again thought of a way to say it, “not dependent, but…he needed me. I see that Peter needs you just like his father needed me.” She looked again to the heavens. “When he got this acne…it was just one more thing after his father’s death to drive him into himself. What I saw last night!” She shook her head. “He really needs you.” I frowned. “He’s a grown, very capable man, but…I don’t want to baby him too much.” “I know.” She smiled. “My Olek was that way, too. I know Peter’s success at the interview was because of you.” “I promised Peter, and I will assure you; I will always be with him,” I said. “He’s very happy.” She smiled at me. “He has that love in life at last. That’s what I’ve always wanted for him.” She said pulling me over and kissing me on the cheek. Queen Alla and I backed away from each other when Peter walked in and froze. “Okay, were you both talking about me?” “Yes, we were.” His mother answered simply. “But you’re not allowed to ask about what.” I smiled at Peter. “I’m learning a lot about this family. I’m glad you invited me in it.” “Okay,” Peter said coming over kissing his mother on the cheek. “How long are you staying, Mom?” “I have to leave tomorrow.” She sighed. “I’m talking with some people about some medical support for Makarovia. In time, we’ll have the money to improve medical coverage…until then…we have to have people willing to do it.” “Aren’t mezitli escort the military coming in bringing their own medical people?” I asked. She nodded. “Yes, for them.” She shook her head. “But more serious cases that occur are simply flown out. We need people for our people.” Peter shrugged. “Well, we’ll spend the day with you. Take you to lunch or anywhere you want to go.” “Don’t you have school today?” She asked a little worried. “One day without all those lectures…we’ll be fine.” Peter said a little sourly. “It’s cold out.” Queen Alla let out a short breath to say, big deal. “It’s cold in Makarovia. I’m used to it. We can do lunch, but it might be better to stay here after that.” It was later that we came home; going in our room there was the soft chime again. “Olek,” Peter said going to the computer. He read the message and looked at his watch. “He wants a video call tonight at eight.” “Sounds good,” I said pulling my jacket off, but Peter smiled, rushed at me and I was tackled on the bed. He began kissing me in a consuming, almost devouring way. I said before…even to Peter, he was like this flower opening. We’d been together a few months now, but…we became intimate in October. I knew him and I love him, but…I really liked this side of Peter. He was…playful! His mother had said, his father was like Peter and Olek the first relied on her. I would do the same for Peter. Gladly. Saying we loved each other was…just part of what we did together. I couldn’t ignore what was happening. He was growing more secure with me. I would not let him down. I arms went up his back, loving the solid feel of him, his warmth that radiated from him. Dinner was good, but a little early because of Olek’s call. At eight sharp, we let Olek know we were ready. A couple of minutes later, Olek’s smiling face came on the screen. “Hello, brothers.” Peter chuckled. “Hello, Olek.” “I saw what you did yesterday.” He said smiling, then he shrugged. “Okay, I recorded it to watch later, but I watched it! That was sensational!” “All we did was talk about our upcoming wedding.” Peter shrugged. “No.” Olek shook his head. “That’s not all you did. You were strong and assertive. You answered the questions well. You didn’t back down! You presented Makarovia very positively; our stance and philosophies…you made a good first impression.” “We did?” Peter asked. “We brought the world’s attention to Makarovia!” I said to Peter. Olek nodded quickly. “Yes! Until now, the only ones that even knew about us were some of the world’s leaders…and some of them didn’t even know who we were. Now, everyone on the entire planet practically knows where we are and what we are about; because of you two!” He said happily and did what he always did moving closer to the camera so his face grew on our end. “I want you to know, little brother…how proud I am of you. You showed the world we are a proud people and has solid leadership.” His eyes got a little softer. “I know a lot has to do with this magnificent person you have in your life. I was always proud of you, Peter, but…last night. You were amazing. Never again do I want you to say or think that you aren’t needed or useful. Your mother, me and Eric are now ambassadors for the world for Makarovia. So, when I say I was proud, I was, but I was never so proud as I was with that interview. I love you, Peter.” I watched as Peter smiled, but he was moved so much by his brother’s words. “You’re my brother. You are most definitely needed by a whole population in Makarovia. I know they saw that broadcast, too. All of Makarovia is proud of you.” He chuckled. “I just had to tell you.” I took Peter’s hand when I saw moisture in his grey-green eyes. “Thanks, Olek. I love you, too.” Then, in very unlike king breech of protocol, Olek stretched and let out a yawn. I chuckled. “Where are you now?” Olek grimaced again. “Berlin, but I’m going back to Makarovia tomorrow. I have a kingdom to run, as well as all this.” He stated. “Most of the negotiations are done now. It’s back to business at home.” He brightened. “How are things going with the new web page?” “I got the Dean of the College, Thomas Sutton getting things ready,” I said. “We’ll be bringing a few photographers with us at the end of May.” I looked at Olek. “Are there pictures of your mother available?” Olek nodded. “Sure.” He said sadly. “When I get back, I’ll forward some to you.” He sighed. “She died when I was young, so…I remember mostly feelings about her.” “She raised you.” I pointed out. “She must have been a good woman.” “What I do remember…she was,” Olek smiled at me. “You are very needed, too, Eric. I can’t tell you how glad I am you’re joining us. I love you, too.” He smiled. “Just love my brother.” “I do and will.” Olek nodded. “I know you do and will.” Peter smiled at me as the call ended. “I guess I didn’t understand the interview’s significance.” He shrugged. “I didn’t until Olek reminded us,” I said, then laughed at the other realization. “I haven’t even been to Makarovia yet. Your mother said it was cold.” Peter smiled and nodded. “It is in the winter; often minus twenty degrees below freezing at night. We are in the mountains.” He shrugged. “We will be there in spring. It will be cool at night, but it will be warm in summer.” He turned to me. “It is beautiful in summer.” I nodded. “Minus twenty degrees in Celsius is not much different in Fahrenheit!” I gave a shrugging nod at hearing that. “That’s cold.” Peter grinned edging closer. “There are many ways to stay warm there.” He said kissing me behind my right ear. “One I will look forward to…with you.” He said as his lips moved over my sensitive skin there. I smiled enjoying his affection. “Are you a little cold now?” He chuckled. “We can always warm each other up.” My fingers went into his hair. “Let’s do that.” I pushed back. “I’m feeling a chill.” Actually quite the opposite, but any excuse worked for us. The next morning, we bid Queen Alla good-bye telling her we’d see each other again at the end of May. Her flight was commercial this time and she was being driven by one of the men helping keep our home secure. We went to the university and began our week. Midterms were coming up and the stressors of what happened with Makarovia, Peter’s and my wedding and approaching midterms was a lot. Some stressors weren’t really necessary and not just from the paparazzi or students. Professors, as smart as they are supposed to be…or were supposed to be, were just as…bad as some people were. I got to the dining area first and began studying a little waiting for Peter. It was now…just a day for most of the other students. They came and got a meal, walking past no longer just staring at me or my security. I studied geometry. Math. I hate math. I was looking over the theorems we were being tested at the beginning of the next week. That’s when I heard or rather felt books laid down a little heavier than usual. Looking up in surprise, Peter sat down blowing a breath in…frustration? Disgust? Both? He looked over at me. “Hi.” He said not really happy at whatever. Then, like he never did; he was preoccupied with whatever it was. He leaned in and kissed me. A peck! An afterthought!? I was not letting that one go. I looked at him puzzled. “I’ll ask about this…whatever in a second, but first…let’s try that again.” I grinned, grabbing his collar, and brought him into a kiss like we normally did…with feeling. “Hi, baby.” Peter grinned and his eyes softened. “Sorry.” He said kissing me again. “Hi.” “No problem,” I said running a hand over his face. “I don’t need to tell you what to do now, do I?” He sat back sighing. “It was my Sociology professor. He was passing out what was being expected to be covered on the upcoming exams.” He frowned. “He says to me…” and he did a pretty good impression of the mousy little professor, “I hope you don’t expect favoritism in light of this new status you have.” Even I was bothered by that. “I guess he expects a certain entitlement from you now.” “Why!?” “Well, has he ever had dinner with the President or interviewed by Anderson Cooper? You have.” I asked. “What did you do?” “I merely told him…my status is not new; I’ve always been who and what I am…I hope that your new knowledge of the status I always had won’t affect how you graded me. I expect to be graded as before, not better…or worse. I mean, he’s been grading me for half the semester not knowing! Now because he knows my status, I’m now expecting favoritism!?” I shrugged and smiled. “That was a great response,” I said squeezing his hand. “I’d like to think it was just ignorance he was speaking from, but what he said was just stupid. He knew better.” “He is…” he transferred to English as he said, “…dickhead.” Perfectly. I laughed out loud at him. “Okay, who did you hear that from? I don’t think I’ve ever used that with you.” Peter grinned, his grey-green eyes sparkling. “Ted Dawe.” He said. “He’s in a couple of my classes.” I nodded. “We are so articulate…Southerners.” Peter chuckled. I kept in touch with my grandmother, but normally by email with the occasional call about once or twice a month. On that Wednesday following the Anderson Cooper interview, after classes and we were home, I smiled as my phone rang and saw her face on my caller ID. I touched her face and said: “Hi, Grandma,” I said casually. Peter looked over smiling. “Hello yourself, or do I say Your Highness now?” Grandma teased. “You’re moving up the world.” She said, and as she always did, spoke Ukrainian. She insisted I learn it and spoke only that to me. Ukrainian and Makarovian were basically the same, so Peter knew what I would say. “Now, Grandma, you were the one that cautioned me about the ramifications of a relationship with Peter. Remember?” “I remember.” She chuckled. “Do you have a date for the wedding?” I looked back at Peter. “Do we have a wedding date?” Peter looked up from his studies and his eyes widened as he thought. “No, not really, but I will say it will probably be next spring. Mom will probably tell us that.” “It will be in Makarovia.” I said to confirm. “Absolutely.” Peter nodded. “Of course, she’s coming, right? We’ll pay for it.” “I heard that,” Grandma said. “I intend to be there, there is no choice. My grandson is marrying someone he loves. My place will be there. Is there a chance I can see you before you go?” “Can we go to North Carolina?” I asked Peter. Peter smiled. “We could…” he said, “but she might do better to come here. If we go, there will be several people with us.” He pointed out. “Come up here,” I said to her. “We have room.” “How about next weekend, if that’s no trouble?” “Stay a week or two!” I said. “I have a life here, honey. I still work. A nice long weekend is fine.” Grandma laughed. Then she added seriously. “I’m so happy for you. He’s a good man.” I grinned looking at Peter’s puzzled face. “Yes, he is. We’ll see you next weekend.” I turned back. “We’re booking this!” “I’m not arguing!” She laughed. “Flying into Logan isn’t cheap!” Then she said again softer, serious. “I love you, baby.” I smiled. “I love you, too, grandma.” Ending the phone call, I smiled at Peter. “Katrina Sams will be on the way!!” “Yay,” Peter said and he tried to put enthusiasm in it, but she was my grandmother. It was on Friday. King Olek was in Makarovia, and this time…the TV broadcast was coming from there. We had to hurry home to hear the broadcast live. It was nearly five in the afternoon on the east coast, but eleven at night in Makarovia. The reasoning was most of Europe had an invested interest, so the broadcast needed to be more convenient for them. While it wasn’t like a visit from a president or something, there was an interest by the world as to why there were so many militaries in this little, often forgotten country. Peter and I gathered in what we had as a den/media room, so Yuri, Boris and anyone else that worked with us could see the broadcast on the big screen. There were a few cameras as Olek approached a podium. Dressed in a nice suit, he stood proudly. He spoke in English, again sort of accented, but understandable. Most of the nations that supported Makarovia spoke English. Translations in other languages were going to be by each country as the broadcast was showing. Olek cleared his throat and began. “There has been much talk about the increased military presence in Makarovia.” Olek said smiling as the flashes of camera bulbs for stills came. “I am pleased to tell you why that is now. A little more than ten years ago, a discovery was made; a discovery that pozcu escort will change Makarovia and many parts of the world as a whole. For the last five years, I and Queen Alla have worked with many more developed nations around the world to help us extract this new discovery. Beneath Makarovia lies a rich and sizable deposit of uranium.” His eyes sort of narrowed as he said. “It is beneath our ground and belongs to Makarovia. With the help of the United States, England, France, Germany, and other nations, the extraction of this resource will begin in a few weeks. The processing of the uranium will also…eventually, be done here in Makarovia. As it is our resource, I tell you now; the uranium taken from us will be used, and contracted not to use, to create weapons, but provide power for homes, industry, hospitals, and business in places where needed. Responsible use and care must be done. The military is here to ensure that all comply with the peaceful and careful extraction of Makarovia’s uranium.” He smiled. “There is much to celebrate in Makarovia. This new source of income for Makarovia…the upcoming marriage of my brother Peter and Eric Richards just added icing to this wonderful cake of upcoming events. I plead with all that hear me. In the past, there were those that came to Makarovia thinking what we had, they deserved. I can’t say that there is no resentment, but Makarovia and its people were frequently used and tossed away. We became a refuge, a sanctuary, for the many souls that other countries decided were unwelcome and unwanted, but steps have been taken place to be sure, no one is taking what is clearly ours. We will share with you, but I would think seriously about any incursion into Makarovia. This will be a good thing. Let’s work together to help it stay that way.” Olek smiled, but his eyes showed, he was very serious. He bowed slightly. “Thank you.” Peter sighed as he sat back. “Well, as you Americans say…” and he said in English, “…the cat is out of the bag now.” I nodded and looked at Peter. “Do we say that? I don’t think I ever have. Ted Dawe must have taught you that along with dickhead.” He smiled, but he was thinking seriously. “Things may also become more dangerous,” Peter said feeling the gravity of the upcoming situation. “There are many angry people out there. People who will think that threatening one of us…or my brother or mother…will get them what they want.” I shrugged. “That is always the case. We’ve had two terrorist attacks in New York and the attacks in England and other cities…” I looked at the men here to protect us now. “These men are doing well. We should trust them to do their job.” I got closer to Peter. “They’re American.” Peter’s eyes widened, but then he laughed. “Well, I love this American.” He confessed kissing me. I wasn’t stupid. He needed to know that I knew what those threats could be. “And there are those who might be upset with us,” I said, he needed to know that. “Us!? You and me?” “Sure.” I nodded. “I remember…I read when the President…or whatever he is in Iran…Ahmadinejad…was questioned at a university in the United States; he was asked about Gay Rights. His reply was there were no homosexuals in his country.” Peter’s eyes widened. “How did they manage that!? We’re everywhere!” I shrugged. “They can deny it, but you’re right. We are everywhere.” I said. “Everyone there laughed at him…he often talks about God and science…but all he’s done was spew hate.” I shook my head. “He’s not alone. Our own Vice-President has a history of that.” I smiled. “What we’ve done, baby…is take what was hidden and in the back room and displayed it proudly. We told the world we were getting married, for love. We’re not going somewhere private to do what they think is immoral and wrong. You are a leader. Your brother is a king! He not only didn’t object, but he also loves us. Your mother went on national television and not only supported us but told everyone she encouraged it.” Peter shook his head. “I don’t understand it.” He said distressed. He nodded at me and held his hand up to stop me. “I know…I’m innocent…all because I can’t see a problem. What’s wrong with the fact I love you?” “You’re not supposed to love me.” I shrugged. “They think that’s impossible and unnatural. Your mother said it; we’re not perverse or deviant.” “Crimes involving sex aren’t done by us!” Peter objected. “No, it’s done by criminals who identify as straight most of the time. Pedophiles, rapists are usually just…people; they have issues, but should be punished. Not necessarily gay.” I nodded. “I’m on your side. There are those that don’t see us as being just human, that is the crime; they see what we do as being…not only against the law of the land but the laws of nature!” I smiled. “But we are now known by a great many, so targeting us wouldn’t be a good idea as we see many who don’t care who we love.” “But they may want to make a point.” He nodded. I gave a shrugging nod. “They could do that…it’s been done for a lot of reasons. It won’t be because of us.” Midterms are done and we waited at Logan Airport for Grandma’s plane to unload. My grandmother finally arrived from the throngs of people getting off various flights. She was the only living relative I had now; if I didn’t count Peter, Olek and Queen Alla. Seeing her always gave me a warm feeling. Dressed immaculately for colder weather with a fur hat (it seemed to be the trend in East and Northern Europe), but still stood straight and her walk was precise. She is always a ballerina. Seeing us, she had a bright smile on her face instantly, came and hugged me. “Hello, Darling!” She greeted hugging me hard, which could be pretty hard. She was a strong woman! “Hi, Grandma.” She looked over and grabbed Peter. “Hello, Peter.” She hugged him as hard as she did me kissing him on the cheek. “You’re my darling, too.” Then she noticed two of the men in the dark suits behind us. “Well, you did tell everyone. I guess that’s part of those ramifications I warned you about.” I nodded. “They are why it is easier for you to come here.” I shrugged. “There are more in the car.” Peter smiled. “Even more at home.” Grandmother looked at me. “How are you adjusting?” I smiled. “I’m fine.” The weekend began well. My grandmother loved where we lived, but was always watching the many people that were around doing…things. It was the following day when the doorbell rang. I knew who it was as I planned this, so I told Boris I’d get the door. Opening it, Carla Bowers, my former landlord was smiling at me, but then was looking at the men by the door, inside of course. It was cold outside! “I was happy you called me,” She said entering, but still looking at the men who weren’t moving. “I hope there were no hard feelings about what happ…” I hugged her. “None at all; don’t worry about that,” I said. “It’s perfectly understandable.” I waved at one of the men. “Otherwise, you’d have them at your front door.” Then I stage whispered. “I don’t think they can even talk!” She laughed as she walked in and looked around. “Well, I couldn’t offer you this.” She stated the obvious. “I loved that apartment!” I said smiling, “and Peter felt more at home there than here.” “Is that..?” My grandmother’s voice came as she walked quickly in the foyer. My grandmother was in her seventies, Carla was in her sixties, but suddenly they were just two little girls! There were two loud squeals as the two old friends were reunited, hugging each other, and talking all at once! Grandmother told Carla she swore she was going to come by and Carla said how nice grandma looked and hadn’t really changed…it was chaos, but they understood each other. Peter walked in slower and stood behind me as they were still at it. “They aren’t speaking English,” Peter said to me. “I can’t understand a word of what they’re saying.” I chuckled. “No, they’re speaking a very unique form of English…Old Friends.” I grinned enjoying my grandmother and Carla’s happiness. I took his hand. “They’re using a special dialect for girls.” I led him from the room so the friends could talk. Later, after Carla said she had to go…which I didn’t get, she owned the apartment building and her life there. We again visited with my grandmother, had a good meal. She swore again she’d be at the wedding. We took her back to the airport and saw her off. I was pleased with the work I was shown on the web page for Makarovia. It was much more inviting. I was also happy they included photos Olek had sent of his mother. While she wasn’t like Queen Alla, she was pretty and Olek’s father loved her. I was surprised to see a picture of me! I was in that tux and at the White House with Peter. The caption even said I was “Future Prince Eric Richards of Makarovia.” I smiled. They’d have to change that when I took Peter’s name, but it was a nice picture. Life at the university remained the same. People were still clamoring for interviews and talk show appearances which Penny handled and let us know about. The semester was finally coming to a close. Now, it was time to get ready to go to Makarovia. I packed as did Peter. I was excited to see where my new home was, not that we were leaving Boston. We both had a few more years at the university and would be back, but I was going to see the new home for me…a home I was sharing with Peter. Peter walked up to me as I watched my suitcase being carried by Yuri. “This is it.” He smiled. “We’re off to Makarovia.” The flight to Makarovia was…lengthy. This trip was on a private plane again. There were three students chosen from Northeastern going with us. Two guys and one girl, but I was told they were very good photographers. They knew each other, of course, and were talking amongst themselves and seemed pleased to be going. One refueling stop and we were airborne again. It wasn’t too long after the refueling before Peter smiled; looking out the window and turned to me. “We’re now flying over Makarovia.” He said and sighed contently. He was home. I had seen some images of Makarovia, but…looking out the window…it was a very mountainous country. The mountains were not like the ones in North Carolina. They were darker, sharper. I’ll try to convey what I saw. The mountains were dark rock and dirt, in between the crevasses where trees and forests spread out from there over flatter land. There were houses scattered here and there were with the occasional farms nestled in wherever there was available land to plant on. We were lowering and passing over clusters of buildings making up villages. The one resource they used was the stones and rocks, which was the main thing all the houses were constructed with. The houses also looked like the mountains, dark. A circular approach we circled a town! This was a sizable town that was built out of necessity. The need for a house, you built one where there was land. In many ways, it was like this part of the world could be any time period. There was color here as some houses of Stryia were painted and some even had festive roofs of red. There was little evidence this was the twenty-first century except for the cars, otherwise, it could be hundreds of years in the past. The river was flowing through the middle of town. The largest structure was the large, brown stone structure that towered over everything that stood on the precipice near the river. It was not the beautiful castles in other parts of Europe. Clearly, it was a fortress; hardly any windows on the tall structure on the lower levels to prevent any invaders from taking control. Back before guns and more modern forms of warfare, they used arrows, swords, and spears. An arrow shot might reach the top, but the hard stone would block penetration and the windows there were small to prevent as many arrows as they could from getting through. The palace just said one thing. Keep out! It looked strong and built for defense. What it lacked in appearance; it was practical with purpose. Then I smiled, Stryia didn’t have the skyscrapers or metal and glass buildings. Nothing below was more than two or three stories tall. Also, what they were missing were the billboards and tacky signs promoting a business or something like a cola or something. Except for an occasional gas station, and those weren’t those sprawling stores that sold everything including gas. Very little of modern times reflected in Stryia; there was no mall, no large structure surrounded by acres of parking spaces. I wondered how they got supplies. I looked at Peter. “Where do you get a loaf of bread or a gallon of milk?” I asked him. Peter gave a escort bayan grudging nod. “We have stores.” He said a little defensive. “They are scattered throughout Stryia.” I smiled and took his hand, placing our foreheads together. “Remember what I said to you before? About my world and your world. Now, we’re in our world. Now, you will be my life partner…helping me.” I kissed him. “I will become used to it, with your help.” He smiled and nodded. “Sure.” He looked out the window as we lowered even more. “Now you know why I’d never been to a mall or even Walmart.” He shrugged. “There isn’t one.” “With so many changes coming…” I began as we neared the paved runway. “Will that change?” Peter nodded. “I hope so.” I waved out the window. “But Stryia is charming as it is! We can’t change it too much.” Peter again gave a shrugging nod. “We’ll just have to find a good middle ground.” With the increase of population, I feared it would have to change. We got out of the plane at a small airport and the temperature wasn’t bad, in the mid-sixties…or rather in the mid-twenties in Celsius. I had to retrain myself on that. It was midday now. It rarely got over 85 degrees…there I did it again…rarely over 30 degrees Celsius even in July. One small building that looked as if it had been converted and expanded as an airport. I got the impression that not many flights came and left here. The runway was a single strip of pavement. Then I noticed the first…modern structure; a covered hangar. The only plane was stored here. “There’s a bigger airport in Skoal…” Peter said, again a little defensive. I turned him to look at me. “You don’t have to be ashamed of what isn’t here, Peter,” I said again. “This isn’t a big metropolis, I get that.” I got him to look at me. “I like what I’ve seen. It’s like…a window back in time. It’s like a storybook village. Show me more!” Peter smiled more. “You’ll see it all, I promise” Getting in an SUV, we were taken in a couple of cars through the town. The streets were…well…until a few decades ago, mostly horse-drawn carriages were traveling these streets. Cars and trucks came about fifty or sixty years after their invention. Most of the cars were older models…many were Russian and European small cars. No big Cadillacs or Lincolns. Stoplights! Even they weren’t at every corner and only two lights, red and green. The streets were paved! Approaching the palace, it was even more intimidating from below. It stood…I guessed about fifteen or twenty stories, maybe. The road brought us to a large entrance at the palace’s base. Driving in the entrance way through, and I’m not kidding, a huge iron gate rose up to let us in. I smiled wondering where the moat was. There were huge, thick, and heavy wooden doors that could be shut and barred presenting invaders with an even more of a challenge. We came in a courtyard that was surrounded by very thick, high walls. In the past, it was where people came and got off horses or out of carriages, now there were places to park cars. Even a gas pump! “In the past, this was where…if there was an attack we would house as many villagers as possible here for their protection. There are plenty of rooms.” Peter explained and waved me to a door in the side. “Now, you’ll see where you’re going to live.” Again, there was a large wooden door many inches thick that could be shut, blocking the entrance. If they got into the courtyard, they’d get the message again. Keep out. I wondered how many times that was tested. Enough to warrant these precautions! Going through the wide entrance way we ended in front of…an elevator!? It was an older one, no enclosed elevator with walls, but a platform that was sturdy and could lift several hundred to several thousands of pounds! “The Soviets added this,” Peter said smiling. “They didn’t want to climb all the stairs.” I grinned and turned. “The poor things,” I said mockingly sad as he pushed me gently to get on the elevator. “How did the kingdom survive with the Soviets in charge?” Peter grinned and shrugged. “We supplied them with iron and other metals, they didn’t really do too much as long as we kept the supplies going.” A man in his forties got on with us and nodded to me. “Greetings, Prince Eric.” He said in accented English. I nodded and smiled at him and said in Makarovian. “I’m not a prince yet, but thank you.” The man smiled. “But you will be!” All the things Makarovia didn’t have, it did have a lot of kinds and accepting people. That was just so rare! The man grabbed a lever and pulled. There was the whine as motors started and we began to rise. The path this elevator took had been made; chiseled out of the rock. We stopped at a landing? Peter again pushed me gently into a corridor that led to other parts of this castle. It was…rock! I expected to see torches instead of burning lights. They had electricity. Going in deeper, the corridor opened to a wide and tall area….a few feet away were more steps, not stairs, but finely honed rock that took you up to a large chamber. There were chandeliers that hung and the floor here was still rock, but polished rock and more decoratively placed. “Peter!” I heard Olek call out as he approached us with his arms open wide as he came. Dressed casually in dark slacks and white shirt, he looked comfortable. “Welcome home!” He hugged his brother and turned to me. “Eric!” He greeted and hugged me, too. “Welcome to Makarovia!” “I’m thrilled to be here, Olek!” I said sincerely. “Thank you.” Olek smiled still. “What do you think?” He looked around the castle. “This is nice!” I said again. “It reminds me of some of those stories I was raised on; a fairy tale.” “Peter!” A female voice I knew now greeted. Queen Alla did the same as her stepson had and me adding a kiss on both of us on the cheek. She was also comfortable, dressed in a nice dress, but not fancy. She was at home. “I know you’re all probably very tired. How long was your flight?” Peter nodded. “About eighteen hours, stopping to refuel in Germany.” Olek nodded. “Well, your quarters are still there and waiting. Go, rest and we’ll have a good dinner later tonight, okay.” He looked at me. “You’ll be fine for now, but…” he let out a moan. “You’ll know jetlag by morning. Time changes are the hardest.” He said kissing Peter on the cheek. “It’s so good to have you home!” He leaned in and kissed me on the cheek! This was Europe! They did that as a custom, but Olek’s greeting was heartfelt. He patted his brother on the arm. “Go rest. Welcome home, you two.” Peter reached and took my hand. “Now, you will see our rooms.” He said turning. The best way to say it, this was the palace in a castle. While the palaces in France, Germany, and England were sometimes pretty on the inside and out. This part of the palace in Stryia was…they used what they had! The outside was a little rough, but here…it was pretty! The polished floor and light fixtures were elegant, no crystal chandeliers, but nice. The floor the steps led us on was wide. On either side of those steps were stairs going up. On either side of the…what is the word? Not a lobby, but from this area, there were doors that led to other rooms or halls. The ceiling of this lobby was about three stories up. Peter led me upstairs to a hallway and led me to a set of double doors. Peter opened the door and waved me in. Now I understood why he said, “our rooms.” It was more than one! This area entered was where he lived and did his…whatever. There was a big fireplace on the left, a sofa and chair in front of that. He had a desk with a computer, a large screen TV. Through a door on the right led to the bathroom, another door on the right led to his bedroom…our bedroom. Heat was the main concern in Makarovia. The rooms were not big; in fact, they were kind of cozy so the fireplace didn’t have to heat as much space. There were a couple of small windows not big enough for a person to get through on the far wall. It didn’t let anyone in if they could climb the outside, but it limited the light from the sun. Electric lights were the illumination, but having those windows told me just how thick the walls were; they were at least a foot to a foot and a half inches of solid stone. Peter watched as I walked around. There were pictures and other things more personal, artwork, but he noticed a shelf of…books and CDs! I grinned as I read some of the titles in English, Russian, French, and German. I smiled back at Peter. “This is very nice, Peter.” He smiled now, more relaxed. “I’m glad you think so.” He motioned to the room. “I spend many years in here. Hiding.” I nodded. “You’re not hiding now,” I said coming up to him. “I love you, Peter. I’m home where you are. This is very nice.” Then I grinned. “How’s your bed?” He smiled back. “You’ll see for yourself!” He took my hand and led me to the bedroom. The bedroom was mostly all bed which was at least queen sized. No jokes, please! With maybe a foot or a little more on either side was the walls. The ceiling in here was lower, heat rises and they wanted to keep the heat down where you slept. The fireplace kept the room warm, two small tables with lamps on either side; that was it. I didn’t care for hunting, but I could understand why there was a huge fur on the bed as a cover. With it getting that cold outside in the winter, what kept the bear or whatever warm worked well. I would also find they were damned warm to wear moving around outside in subzero weather. They were very necessary, but that would be later when I found that out. He kissed me gently wrapping his arms around me. “Are you tired?” I nodded. “Sure, you are too,” I said seeing it in his eyes. He didn’t need to say so. He smiled. “I am, we’ll rest a few hours.” He kissed me again gently. “I want you to be comfortable here.” I nodded. “I am already. You’ll have to help me in Makarovia.” He nodded. “I will. You’ll do fine.” His arms tightened around me. “I love you, Eric.” I smiled kissing him back. “I know.” It is a rare moment when we lay down and didn’t make love, but it had been a long trip! The fur was removed as it wasn’t needed now. I lay down with Peter right next to me and we drifted off in minutes. It was a very comfortable bed. The thick walls also allowed it to be dark during the day. Sleep was not a problem. I woke as Peter moved slightly. I was spooned behind him. He was waking up. Hearing him move and feeling him turn slightly; I knew what he was doing, checking to see if I were awake. “I’m awake, baby.” I chuckled. “But you can’t really see that as its dark in here!” He turned and faced me. “I like the dark.” He shrugged. “But I like to see you, too.” He turned again and turned on the lamp beside the bed. He grinned back at me. “Now, I can.” He reached under the covers and I felt his hand on me, taking my cock gently. “I love you.” “I love you.” He leaned over again and went in a small portion of the bedside table and pulled out a bottle. He grinned. “Show me.” He waved the lube in front of my face. I didn’t need any more encouragement. We did make love showing each other love. Afterward, he looked at his watch. “I guess we need to get up, shower and dress.” He got up and smiled. “We can shower together.” I grinned. “We often do.” His home was an interesting combination of old-world structure and modern ways. The bathroom was added from another room. The floor was covered with a rug to protect feet from the cold stone floor. The pipes and other things were added and ran along the wall. I would find that in the entire palace; electrical cables, satellite fiber optic cables and pipes were discretely lining the walls. This castle was over seven or eight hundred years old! Like the protection from arrows, which wouldn’t be used now. They just added what was needed. His shower was a nice one, but free standing. A large tank nearby provided the hot water. We showered and…well…we were both naked, so…why not? After we got through, Peter smiled and got his jacket and handed me one. “Before we go to dinner, you should see something,” Peter said. “It’s still a little chilly, you might need a jacket.” He said putting his on. “Okay.” I did what he said I should and he led me through the corridors, but instead of going down, we went up. On the roof of this colossal castle, the roof was flat. On it sat Satellite dishes, but we were up high and it was evening. The sun had set and he led me to the side to overlook all of Stryia. Instead of the harsh, bright lights of cities, the lights below were a soft yellow and seemed to add a touch of magic; to me, anyway. Almost no light pollution and above us was a nearly cloudless sky full of stars. The surrounding mountains were black on the horizon in all directions. I smiled at what I saw. “It’s beautiful,” I said reverently. “And tomorrow, I’ll show you more,” Peter said kissing me on the side of my head. “Welcome home, my love.” Chapter 11

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Double Penetration

“Hello, Ginny, what”s up?” “Jaiden. We are having a play day at the church for all the children age four and under and I was calling to invite you, Peyton, and your brothers to bring your children over on Saturday morning about nine am and let them play all day. Granny and I will take care of the children and the church is providing lunch for them: spaghetti.” “Ginny, it is fine with me, but I need to run it by Peyton, Dale, and Charley. I am at the hospital finishing up rounds, and Peyton and I have a pediatrics seminar when I get through. I”ll talk to Peyton in a few minutes, and to Dale and Charley when we get home. I”ll give you a call as soon as I talk to them.” “Thank you, Jaiden, I love all of you.” “We love you too, Ginny. Give Granny a hug for us.”

 

“Peyton, Ginny called and wanted to know if the children could attend a play day with other children age four and under on Saturday. She and Granny will care for the boys and for Dale”s and Charley”s children. Uh, the church is going to feed all the children spaghetti for lunch.” “And we don”t have to clean the children when we pick them up?” “Nope, Ginny and Granny are going to do that.” “Then yes, all the children can go and have fun.” “You”re not going to ask Dale and Charley first?” “Heck no, Dale talked to me yesterday and said he and Charley would like to have some fun with us this weekend, and that will be the perfect opportunity to do that.”

 

“Ginny, this is Jaiden. The children will be at the church at nine. We”ll pack some extra clothes in case the children need to change for some reason.” “That will be great, Jaiden, I”ll let Granny know so we can make sure we have enough spaghetti for your boys.” “Ah, so you know how Peyton”s and my boys can eat spaghetti!” “Yep, sure do, they are just like you and Peyton.” “Yeah, Ginny, isn”t if fun.” “Jaiden, you”re a mess. I”ll see you guys tomorrow morning.”

 

“Dah, Ginny, Gamy!” “Yes, Mark, it”s Ginny and Gamy, you get to stay with them today, eat lunch with the other children, and play on the playground all day.” All the children were squealing at what Jaiden just told them. Peyton, he, Dale, and Charley got their children out of the van and into the children”s center and got them settled in for the day. Since the fair is in town, The guys told Ginny and Granny they were going to the fair to have some fun and then possibly go by the beach for a couple of hours. When the children were distracted, they piled into the Lincoln Nautilus Jaiden had driven and headed for the fairgrounds leaving the van at the church in case Granny and Ginny needed to use it.

 

When they got to the fairgrounds, they bought their tickets and went inside the gates. Jaiden and Charley abruptly stopped and looked at each other. “Charley, do you smell what I smell?” “Yep, I sure do, fresh French fries cut from fresh potatoes and cooked in peanut oil!” “Charley, don”t forget the malt vinegar.” “True, Jaiden, we have to have that.” Peyton isn”t a fan of French fries and looked at Jaiden and said, “Hubby, you”re really in to French fries at the fair, aren”t you?” “Sure am, lover.” “Geez, how can you eat those things, they smell like President Carter farted in the car with the windows rolled up!” Dale threw his head back and howled at Peyton”s comment as he, too, got a large cup of the fries with vinegar. “Peyton, have you ever tasted these fries?” “No, Dale, and I don”t think I want to.”

 

“Here, Peyton, get one fry with vinegar on it and taste it; If you do, I won”t say another word to you about trying them.” “I guess one won”t hurt.” Peyton reached over and pulled out the shortest fry he saw and bit into it. The tartness of the vinegar got him behind the ears as he grimaced, chewed the fry, and swallowed it. Dale turned to Jaiden and grinned. As he did, Peyton grabbed his fries and took off running down the midway with Dale fast on his heels. Jaiden and Charley were dying laughing because Peyton was cramming the vinegared fries into his mouth as fast as he could. By the time Dale caught him, every fry had been eaten. “Peyton, you butthole, I thought you didn”t like French fries and, yet, you have eaten all of mine!” Between gasping breaths, Peyton said, “Dale, I thought I didn”t, but I”ve never had fries that were as good as yours were.” Peyton threw his arm around Dale”s shoulder and said, “Come on, bro, let”s go back to Jaiden and Charley. I”m going to get you two cups of fries and get me another cup of them. Dang, they”re good!”

 

As Peyton and Dale walked past Jaiden and Charley, Peyton gave Jaiden a smack on the butt and said, “Back in a minute, sweetheart.” Jaiden and Charley turned and saw Dale and Peyton walk up to the window of the fry van and get three large cups of fries with malt vinegar. “Jaiden looked at Charley and said, “Dale”s done it again.” “Done what, Jaiden?” “He”s gotten Peyton to eat something I have never seen him eat before.” “Yeah, Dale”s good at doing that to people. Let”s just hope they don”t eat too many; they make Dale fart in a bad way.” “Charley, if they start farting in a bad way, do you think they could walk back to the church?” “Doesn”t matter, Jaiden. If Dale cuts one of his bad farts, he”s not going to have a choice about walking back to the church.” Jaiden started laughing at Charley”s comment as he said, “Let”s go to the Gyro van. Gyro”s do horrible things to me, and if Dale cuts a bad fart, I”ll pay him back in grand style; we”ll have to hold our heads out the car window, but I will pay him back.”

 

“Jaiden, you have a mischievous sense of humor when you want to.” “Yeah, Charley, I do. Isn”t it fun when I get Peyton and Dale back that way?” Charley looked at Jaiden and grinned.

 

The four guys were walking down the midway toward the livestock barn when they heard a couple of guys behind them exclaim, “Damn, Joe, did you smell that? Who the hell would do something like that in public?” Charley shot Jaiden a glance with a grin as Jaiden said, “Sure did, keep walking!” Peyton looked at Charley and Dale and said, “I am so grateful we have those extra bedrooms downstairs that Jaiden can sleep in tonight.” “What do you mean, Peyton?” “Well, Jaiden, for starters, I am not going to give you a chance to fart like that in bed and pull the covers over my head; ain”t gonna happen.” Jaiden looked at Peyton as he said, “You”re just a party pooper, Peyton.” “Jaiden, you”re the pooper, and I have no intention of smelling your malodorous renderings tonight. I guess I could mezitli escort stop at the liquor store and buy a large cork that I could cram up your butt, but then the farts would just come out the upper end and smell just as bad.” “I”ll buy some Beano on the way home, sweetie, and that will take care of the problem.”

 

After a tour of the livestock and animal barns, the guys walked toward the front of the fair grounds. As they got to the food booths, Peyton said, “Jaiden, you really liked the chili dogs we got at Orange Beach, let”s all get one.” They all sat down at the Exchange Club booth that was famous for their chili dogs at the fair. Dale and Charley each got one, but it was two each for Peyton and Jaiden � and they all got a Coke to drink, something they rarely did. The guys were talking and cutting the fool as they ate their food. When they finished eating, Dale said, “I guess we need to head to the church to pick up the children.” Peyton chimed in and said, “There”s one more stop I want to make,” and he headed for the French fry van and bought fries for everybody.

 

They were eating the fries when they got into the car to head to the church. Peyton put his fry cup in the drink holder and leaned over and started rubbing Jaiden in an advantageous place as he said, “Maybe we could make mad, passionate love tonight.” Charley being himself said, “Peyton, I don”t think that would be a good idea. After hearing and smelling what Jaiden was doing after eating the Gyro, he would probably fart in the middle of making love and plaster you all over the bedroom ceiling!”

 

Jaiden started laughing so hard he had to pull the car over into the mall parking lot and sit there for a minute. “Charley, you”re a hoot, do you know that?” “Yep, sure do, Jaiden. I am brutally honest about brutal farts, and you have been putting some out for the last hour.” When Charley said that, Jaiden reached over and locked all the closed windows � and then cut one of the worst farts any of them had ever smelled. Charley was steadily trying to get the door open to get out of the car when Jaiden turned to him and said, “aren”t child locks on rear car doors a wonderful thing.” “Damn, Jaiden, at least let me roll down my window. Jaiden unlocked the windows and rolled all of them down.

 

When the windows went down, Dale exclaimed, “thank You Lord. Jaiden, I was turning green and about to puke all over your car. “I”m sorry, Charley, I won”t do that to you again.” “Thank you, Jaiden, I hope not; that smelled worse than the down-wind pig farms back home in Milton.” Jaiden replied, “Charley it wasn”t that bad.” Peyton looked at Jaiden and said, “Oh, yes, it was” as he farted into his fist and let it go in front of Jaiden”s nose. All Jaiden said was, “point taken.”

 

They were surprised when they got to the church and their children ignored them. The kids were having a wonderful time playing with the other children around them. Dale looked at the children and asked Granny, “Did the children have spaghetti for lunch?” Granny answered him by saying, “Why, Dale, what would ever give you that idea?” “Granny, I guess it”s the spaghetti that is covering them from head to toe. I love watching our children eat spaghetti, they enjoy it so much. It seems to go everywhere as they try to keep their brothers from stealing food off their plates.”

 

Jaiden looked at the children and asked if they were ready to go home. Abraham looked at his dad and said, “no,” as they all raced back toward the playground. Peyton looked at Jaiden and said, “I guess Abraham told you!” Ginny was laughing as she said, “Yes, he sure did, Jaiden.” The Dads sat down and let their children play until they were tired and wanted to head home. Jaiden had laced his fingers with Peyton”s as he said, “my heart feels so good when I see our children playing and having so much fun, it makes me wish sometimes that I had brothers and sisters to grow up with.

 

As they were putting the children into the van to go home, Alaina Joelle looked at Dale and asked, “ikeem, Dah?” Dale said, `we”ll see when we get home baby girl.”

 

As they were driving down the boulevard toward home, Jaiden stopped at Kroger and bought a half-gallon of Cherry vanilla ice cream. The children hadn”t tried that flavor before, but Jaiden thought they would enjoy it. When he drove into the garage at the house, Peyton, Dale, and Charley were getting the children inside. Peyton asked Jaiden where he went on the way home and Jaiden handed him the bag he had in his hands. “Jaiden, the children are going to go wild when they see this.” “I hope so, they deserve the treat. Y”all put them in their highchairs and I”ll get it dipped up into bowls. When Jaiden walked into the dining room with the ice cream, the children grinned from ear to ear as they all yelled, “Ikeem!”

 

Once the ice cream had been eaten, it was time for their baths. Nathan and Elijah were being their usual selves doing everything they could to keep their dads from catching them. You could hear all four dads laughing a block away as they were playing with and bathing their sons. It was a special time for parent-child bonding. For Alaina Noelle, it was an even more special time. She liked her tub bath and playing with the floating animals in the tub with her � and she got to enjoy as much time in her bath as all four brothers enjoyed theirs. Dale was still spoiling her to no end, and Charley enjoyed watching him do it. Peyton and Jaiden simply shook their heads in amazement as they smiled at how much Dale and Alaina Noelle enjoyed their time together.

 

When the babies had been put to bed for the night, Jaiden went out on the deck and sat staring at the mountains. Peyton could tell he was deep in thought by the way he was sitting and focusing. “Hey babe, what are you thinking?”

 

“I am thinking about my relatives who survived World War II and Hitler, and about how some of them endured the horrors of southern France in the village of Lescun. Lescun is an area in the Pyr�n�es-Atlantiques area in south-western France. They wrote and filmed a story about the region and what the people had to endure as Hitler”s troops moved through the area and went about finding, arresting, and sending Jews to the various concentration camps in Europe. The name of the movie was Waiting for Anya.”

 

“Anya”s mother had been taken by German soldiers, and Anya was hidden pozcu escort away by her dad who was desperately trying to get her to Spain. He had drilled into her head that should they get separated they would meet up at her grandmother”s home in the mountains of Lescun. The Germans were closing in and were running into the train station as the train was leaving. Rather than let the German soldiers take Anya to be experimented on, and most likely killed, her dad handed her off to a lady on the train who took her and pretended Anya was her daughter. They were loading French Jews into boxcars at the train station to be taken to the extermination camps across Poland and Germany. Next to that train was a train carrying non-Jews to wherever it was they were heading. Benjamin was able to jump between the train cars and escape the German soldiers. They had seen Benjamin, but the two moving trains prevented them from getting to and capturing him.”

 

“Benjamin went to Anya”s grandmother”s home where he was helping shepherd Jewish children across the border to Spain and out of the hands of the German Reich. Jo, a young boy from Lescun, had been watching his father”s sheep when a bear came up and scared him. One thing led to another, and the bear was killed by the men in the village. Jo went back to the area where the bear was killed, and that is where he met Benjamin; it`s also when he found out the bear was a mama bear who had been trying to protect her cub, nothing more or less.”

 

“Benjamin told Jo his name and said that if he told anybody about him, he”d tell all the men in the village how Jo had been surprised by the bear because he had been asleep. Joe gave his word he wouldn”t tell anyone about Benjamin and they sealed that agreement with a handshake. Jo would secretly go to Benjamin”s mother-in-law”s house and feed the bear sheep”s milk. On one visit, he saw a shoe in the barn and picked it up. A little girl named Leah came out of a hay pile and said the shoe was hers. Jo was more than surprised by the girl but said nothing to her.”

 

“Benjamin”s mother-in-law initially did not like, and did not trust, Jo until he saw German soldiers headed to her house. He was able to get back to the house and warn them of the approaching soldiers. Benjamin was able to hide several children in the barn and keep them quiet. One of the German officers knew Jo from the village and liked him. The officer also knew there was someone hiding in the barn, but because he liked Jo, he ignored those in the barn and sent his troops away saving the lives of the children who would be taken to Spain to escape the horrors that had awaited them. When Jo got back to his village, he saw soldiers posting a sign exclaiming three French citizens had been killed for hiding Jews and making themselves enemies of the Third Reich. A curfew was set in the village, the people were told their properties would be searched for hidden Jews, and that if any Jews were found, the ones hiding them would be shot. Those German bastards were exceptionally cruel people who followed to the letter the edicts of the maniacal German hierarchy.”

 

“Russian and American troops finally came through and took care of the German army in short fashion, and the people of Lescun were finally able to breathe without fear. Had Joe not told Aleece, Benjamin”s mother-in-law, about the advancing German soldiers when he did, she, Benjamin, and the children they were hiding and helping to cross into Spain would have been killed. Had any other German officer other than the one who liked Jo found out about the children hiding at Aleece”s home, Jo also would have been killed along with his parents, who, if not shot, would have been sent to a concentration camp and sent to the gas chambers and the cremation retorts. Peyton, I am so thankful my family didn”t lose more of its members at the hands of the Germans than it did, and my heart aches for the families who did.”

 

“The official government report was that Hitler killed himself inside his bunker in Germany. Others outside the government say Hitler escaped to South America and lived out his life in relative obscurity. I tend to believe the latter.” “Jaiden, it really bothers you, doesn”t it?” “Yes, it does because so many in this country are trying to erase history in more areas than we realize, and if they are successful in their efforts, history will be repeated, this country will be destroyed, and all hope will be lost � all because history repeated itself. It will happen; it isn”t a matter of if, but a matter of when. I look at the mountains, and every time I do, I ask myself who and what is on the other side. I look over the expanse of Lake Erie, and I have hope for what I cannot see. Regardless of what happens, I will never be scared into saying I am not a Jew. People can do to me whatever they want because I am a Jew. We are Hashem”s chosen people and He said, `do not touch the head of Mine anointed.” If such does happen, there is no doubt in my mind that Hashem will exact his judgment against those who harm His chosen people.”

 

“Jaiden, what made you think about the past this way?” “Peyton, the surge in anti-Semitism and the movements of the KKK and the skinheads are what concern me right now. I think about the innocence of Leah, the little girl Benjamin was hiding in the movie and the other children hidden in Aleece”s barn, and those who seek to help are the ones on whom my hope is positioned if history repeats itself. It”s also the reason I do a lot of the things I do in the community. If the time should ever come when we need help like the people of Lescun gave, than I believe we will have that help. If we teach our children about Ginny”s and Granny”s faith, then if the time should come when Jews are once again persecuted because of their faith, our children will be able to convince others that they aren”t Jews simply by acting like Christians and survive to help their and other people”s children to survive another holocaust. Sadly, the German”s captured Benjamin and Leah and they were sent to a death camp and executed.” “Jaiden, how old was Leah?” “Dale, she was only three years old.”

 

“Jaiden, one of the things I love most about you is the way you look to the future and plan ways to help others no matter what comes about.” “I try hard to do that, Peyton. I love people that much; maybe I shouldn”t, but I do.”

 

“Is there any coffee in the kitchen?” “Dale just made a pot.” “Would escort bayan you mind fixing me a cup?” “Coming right up, my love!” Peyton fixed Jaiden that cup of coffee and took it to him on the deck. For the next two hours, Peyton held Jaiden”s hand and said nothing. Both listened only to the still, dark night and the sounds of nature.

 

Dale walked out onto the deck and asked, “Jaiden, are you OK, you seem a million miles away?” Peyton said, “he is, Dale, he was thinking about some of his relatives who survived the concentration camps in World War II and those who didn”t. Frankly, our histories aren”t that much different; my relatives were whisked away the night of Kristallnacht. Even though they were natural born Germans, Hitler had them rounded up and executed simply because they were Jews. Judaism has a rich and varied history, but it also has the sad times when six million of us were summarily rounded up, gassed to death, and then burned in the crematoriums of the death camps.”

 

What is so sad is that in America today, many young people hang on only to the fact that Hitler was a fascist. They don”t understand that while he was a fascist, his government was socialist, and they are touting the very same governmental system for America that resulted in the deaths of over fifty million people at the hands of Hitler”s fascist ideas and Germany”s socialist government. You can fault the public schools for teaching socialism as a viable and good form of government for the US population. Millennials deny that fact, but research and pay attention to the attitudes and political philosophies of young people now coming out of US public schools and compare it to the education of students from yesteryear; it”s scary.”

 

“Peyton, you have talked about getting a Master”s degree in Environmental Engineering like Mom did. The current political bend of mind of America”s young people would be a great thesis topic.” “You know, Jaiden, that”s not a bad thought. I think I”ll call your mom tomorrow and see what she thinks about it.” “It will be interesting hearing what she thinks about the idea.”

 

“Peyton, would you please walk over to my left side? Now sit right here.” Peyton sat across Jaiden”s lap and put his head on Jaiden”s right shoulder. Jaiden began rubbing the side of Peyton”s head as he said, “Peyton, you are the most important person in my life, and I love you more than I can describe. Had we been born and lived in Europe during the time of Hitler, we, more likely than not, would have been executed in the gas chambers of Sobibor or Auschwitz – more so for being gay than Jewish. If we didn”t have our boys and that happened to you, I wouldn”t want to live; I don”t think I could live without you.” “Jaiden, it”s the same for me and it is something that while I don”t want to think about it, it is still in the back of my mind.”

 

What we have learned about Christianity, and what we are helping the boys to learn, may save us in such a situation, and it would also more likely than not save Charley, Dale, and their children. I love being Jewish, everything about being Jewish, and I want our sons to love Judaism the same way, but if it comes to keeping our sons alive if history repeats itself, I will do what I have to do.” “So will I, love.”

 

“Jaiden, what if history repeats itself and we are arrested and asked about being Jewish?” “Charley, if I was you and that question was posed to me, my reply would be that you can”t know what the enemy is up to if you are not in their camp.” “I never thought of that, but I will now.” Dale got up and walked to the deck railing and looked over the mountains in a deep fog. Jaiden walked to him, put his arms around Dale and said, “Dale, we love you and Charley more than you can imagine, and if our society ever sinks as low in our lifetime as Germany did in World War II, Peyton and I will have your backs, and we will survive; I promise you that!” Dale didn”t say anything back to Jaiden, he simply placed his hand on Jaiden”s hand that was resting on his shoulder.

 

When the guys went to bed, Jaiden pulled Peyton”s body as close to his as he could and gently kissed Peyton on the lips as he smelled his hair and skin and rubbed his back. He began to sing “You are my special angel sent from up above; the Lord smiled down on me, and sent an angel to love…

You are my special angel, right from paradise; I know that you”re an angel, Heaven is in your eyes, the smile from your lips brings the summer sunshine, the tears from your eyes bring the rain;

I feel your touch, your warm embrace, And I”m in heaven again!

You are my special angel through eternity, I”ll have my special angel here to watch over me.”

 

“Jaiden, I didn”t know you could sing like that. I mean I”ve heard you sing before, but not from the heart that way; you”re making me cry.” “Sweetheart, if tears are rolling from your eyes, that makes two of us letting tears go. Babe, I love you so much and that love gets stronger every day.”

 

“Hon, do you know who wrote that song?” “Peyton, if my memory serves me correctly, it was written by a guy named Jimmy Duncan, and it was published by Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Company around 1956, and first sung by the Sunnyland Trio somewhere around 1956 or 1957. I”ve heard several groups sing the song, but my favorite rendition was sung in 1957 by a group called the Crests. The first time I heard the song was after I met you in Brevard. I got so emotional I lost it as I sat in my car.”

 

“As the Crests sang the song, I closed my eyes and I swear I could see you in my mind just as if you were sitting in the car with me, and the smell of your hair and your skin permeated the car. I believe that was the point when I realized I had fallen head over heels in love with you and that I would do anything it took for me to win your love.” “I am glad it made you that determined, Jaiden, because I have loved you just as much since the first time I laid eyes on you. I had never felt that way about anyone, and after we became a couple, you completed me in ways I could never have imagined, and Mom has said the same thing to me. Mom and Dad fell in love with you way before they ever met you, and so did Jenny.”

 

“Peyton, for what it is worth, my mom and I feel the same way. Mom talks about how much happier and settled I have been since I met you, and the fact that Jenny worked it out for us to father our children…Mom will love Jenny for eternity for doing that, and so will I. Peyton, I hope you realize just how special your family is, how loving they are. You couldn”t ask for a more special gift than having Jenny as your sister and having the parents you have; I just don”t think that would be possible.”

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Subject: When You Least Expect Chapter 35 Copyright 2020-2021: No part of this story may be reproduced in any way without the express written consent of the author. The author fty permission to post the story on their website. DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction and fantasy. No part of it is based on true events, and any similarity to any person, living or dead, is coincidental. It contains descriptions of homosexual activities between consenting adults. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this material is illegal where you are, then please DO NOT READ IT! If you choose to read it, then – I hope you enjoy it! Nifty needs donations to continue doing what we all enjoy. If you can, please consider donating. When You Least Expect By Josh Blake Chapter 35 I tried not to think about Dad very much in the weeks following his death. Our relationship had always been strained, and my sexuality had just pushed it over the edge. Dad was never a nurturing parent and was always quick to criticize when things didn’t go the way he thought they should. I vowed to be a different kind of father to my children. After Dad’s passing, I spent more time than normal with Jackson. Braden and I used every extra moment we had to spend time with him. We went to the zoo, the toy store, and even went camping. Camping had never been my thing, but Jack wanted to go, so I was not about to say no. He was at an age where he was making memories that would stick with him for the rest of his life. I wanted his memories of his childhood to be nothing but good ones. “Daddy, can we get a puppy?” Jack asked one day while we were eating breakfast. “I don’t know, baby. Puppies are a lot of responsibility. You have to feed them, walk them, and clean up after them,” I said. “I’ll do all that. I promise. And Dad said I could have one if you said it was okay,” Jack said. I looked over at Braden. He just shrugged his shoulders and continued eating his Frosted Flakes. “Oh, he did, did he?” I said. “Well, I guess if Dad said we could get one then I have to go along with it.” “Yay! I love you, Daddy!” Jack jumped up and ran around the table and jumped into my lap. “Whoa, careful buddy.” I had to move my coffee cup out of the way to keep Jack from knocking it off the table. I kissed him on the cheek and wrapped my arms around him. “We’ll find one this weekend,” I said. “Now go tell Dad thank you, too.” Braden quickly pushed his cereal bowl back before Jack attacked him the same way he did me. My heart fluttered a little watching Braden hold Jackson close as he hugged him. Sometimes I still didn’t know how I got so lucky. “Nice job telling him to ask me for a puppy,” I said to Braden in our bedroom. We had finished breakfast and headed up to finish getting ready for work. “I knew you couldn’t say no,” Braden said, walking up to me and straightening my tie. He then used the tie to pull me close to him until our lips met. “I love you so much,” I said. “I love you more,” Braden whispered. “Have a good day, babe.” Braden grabbed his keys and headed off to work. “Good morning, Anita,” I said as I walked into my office. “Good morning, sir. How are you this morning?” “I’m doing great. You don’t know anyone who has any puppies for sale, do you? I asked. “Oh boy. Are you guys getting a dog?” Anita asked. “Jack finally asked for one. I knew it was coming. He asked this morning at breakfast. And you know I can’t say no to that boy.” “Of course not. What kind of father wouldn’t let his son have a puppy?” Anita said. Suddenly it was like I time traveled back to my own childhood. I was six or seven. A stray puppy had followed me home from the park. It was a skinny puppy and needed to be fed. But he was super friendly and climbed all over me when I sat down on the front steps with him. I brought him in the house and Mom let me feed him some leftover chicken from a couple days earlier. “Can I keep him, Momma?” I asked. “You know your dad doesn’t like dogs,” she said. “You can ask him, but don’t be upset when he says no.” “But look at him,” I said. “He needs me! He’s my new best friend!” “He is cute,” Mom said. “But I doubt your dad will agree.” “I’m going to name him Pluto,” I said. “He kind of looks like a Pluto, doesn’t he?” “If you say so, dear,” Mom said. I played with Pluto in my bedroom until Dad came home from work. Dad walked past mezitli escort my room and spotted the dog and immediately got upset. “What the hell is this filthy mutt doing in my house? Patti! What the hell?” Dad yelled. “Dad, this is Pluto. He’s really sweet. And he was really hungry. Can I keep him? Please? He won’t make a mess or anything.” As if on cue, Pluto picked that very moment to start peeing on the carpet in my bedroom. “Get that damn thing out of my house! Do you think we have money to replace these carpets?” Dad said. When I didn’t move fast enough, Dad grabbed Pluto by the back of his neck and carried him to the front door. “Daddy! No! Please don’t!” I yelled, crying. Dad opened the door and hurled Pluto out into the yard. He landed with a whimper. I ran past Dad and out into the yard after him. I picked up the crying puppy and held him close to me. “Put that damn flea bag down and come in for supper!” Dad yelled. “No, if he can’t come in, I won’t either!” I said. “Fine! Stay out there!” Dad yelled, slamming the front door. Pluto and I found a spot behind the house where we sat huddled together. Both of us were crying. Pluto would lick my face every now and then, which cheered me up some. Finally, it got dark. It was the time of year when it started getting cold after dark. I had made my mind up that Pluto and I would just stay outside and keep each other warm. “Josh, honey, you have to come inside,” Mom said, coming around the corner of the house with a flashlight in her hand. “You’ll catch your death of cold out here.” “I can’t leave Pluto alone,” I said. “Pluto will be just fine outside, dear. He’s a dog. Now come on, let’s get you inside and get you cleaned up for bed.” Against my wishes but not wanting to disobey Mom, I put Pluto down and followed her into the house. Pluto sat at the front door and whined all night. The next morning, he was still there. I played with him before school and told him I’d be home to play with him in the afternoon. That afternoon, I got off the bus and ran up to the house looking for Pluto. He was nowhere to be found. I called for him, but he never came. I never saw Pluto again. Dad would only say that he was gone. Mom said she didn’t know what happened, and I believe her. I believe that Dad took him somewhere away from our house. I refused to think that he did anything worse than that to a defenseless puppy. “Josh? Are you okay?” Anita asked, bringing me back to the present day. “Yeah, I’m fine,” I said, coming back to reality. “You were a thousand miles away,” she said. “I was just saying that my cousin works at the animal shelter downtown. I’ll call her and see what kind of puppies they have.” “Thanks, Anita, that would be great,” I said. I walked into my office and sat down at my desk. Before long, I got busy with phone calls and emails and forgot all about the puppy situation. My phone rang again from a number I didn’t recognize. “This is Dr. Patterson,” I said into the phone. “Dr. Patterson, my name is Leo McGrady. I am the attorney in charge of your father’s estate. I need to set up a time to meet with you to settle his estate and transfer the assets to an account of your choice.” “Look, Mr. McGrady, just go ahead and sell the house. I know that’s all there is. I’m not interested in anything in it. Have an estate sale and sell it all,” I said. “I’m afraid it’s not that easy,” McGrady said. “I really need to meet with you, Dr. Patterson. Your father had some rather interesting assets that I think you’ll be interested in.” “Are we talking about his gun collection?” I asked. “I know some of those are rare, but I don’t want them. They can be sold.” “Dr. Patterson, were you aware that your father invested heavily in the stock market?” McGrady asked. “I was not aware of that,” I said. “Dr. Patterson, your father was the owner of some very valuable stocks. His portfolio is truly impressive. It includes Amazon, Google, and Microsoft, just to name a few.” “When did he buy those?” I asked, intrigued. “He was an early shareholder in all of those. He bought them when they were just coming on the market, so he made a substantial profit over the years.” “How much are we talking, Mr. McGrady?” “As of today, his portfolio is worth just under 2.3 million dollars,” McGrady said. “Did you just say 2.3 million dollars?” I asked in disbelief. “I did, that is correct. pozcu escort Can I meet with you sometime this week to discuss the details?” McGrady asked. “Let’s meet today. As in right now. I can be there in an hour,” I said. “I have a client coming in at noon, but I can meet with you at one,” McGrady said. “Done. Send me your address and I’ll be there,” I said. “Anita, I need you to cancel my meetings for this afternoon. Call Devin and tell him I need a sub in Braden’s classroom to cover his afternoon classes.” “Certainly, but is everything okay?” Anita asked. “Couldn’t be better,” I said. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” I flew past Anita and headed to my car. I called Braden’s cell phone as I pulled onto the highway. “Josh, what is wrong? A sub just came into my room and Devin said you told him to cover my classes. Is something wrong with Jackson?” Braden was frantic. “No babe. Jackson is fine. I should have called you first. I’m coming to get you. Be at the front of the school in ten minutes. I’ll explain when I get there.” I pulled up in front of the school and Braden was ready, just as I asked him to be. “Josh, what the hell? You have me scared to death,” Braden said. “It’s nothing bad, babe. Dad’s lawyer called. Dad had over 2 million dollars in stocks, babe. It’s ours. We are going to meet with the lawyer now.” “Are you kidding me? Are you telling me that we just became millionaires?” Braden asked. “That’s exactly what I’m telling you. Now do you see why I was so frantic?” “Wow. Yes. Does your mom know about this?” Braden asked. “No, not yet. I haven’t told anyone but you,” I said. Braden and I met with the attorney and could not believe that it was actually true. I knew my dad had a few stocks, but I never dreamed that he had played his cards just right to have that kind of portfolio! We had to decide what to do with the money. On the drive over, we had discussed keeping the money invested and using it to pay for our children’s college education. We ended up leaving the bulk of the money invested. We did, however, set aside $50,000 for Savanna. We put it in an account that would continue to draw interest until she accessed the money. We figured it would be plenty to get her through culinary school after the baby was born. We also kept enough money aside to take a vacation as a family. With all of the paperwork signed, McGrady said he would get to work on everything right away. The $100,000 that we planned to use for a family vacation would be in our account by the end of the week. Of course, we knew it wouldn’t take that much for a vacation, but we wanted to have some extra. I also planned to buy Mom a new car and replace my truck. School was almost out for the summer, and I had some vacation time to use. I knew that Mom had always dreamed of visiting England, France, and Italy, and Braden and I knew that if we were going to take a trip like this, we needed to do it before the baby came. Of course, Mom flipped out with excitement when we told her the news of the money and our plans for vacation. Even though we wouldn’t be leaving to go on our trip for another month and a half, Mom started making plans and talking to travel agents to make arrangements. I didn’t mind because it saved me from having to do it! Braden and I had not been to Chattanooga in a while to visit our friends Dorothy and Rose, so we decided to take a quick weekend trip up to the mountains to visit them the weekend after we got the news about my inheritance. The drive up Lookout Mountain was as gorgeous as ever. It was a lovely late spring day with temperatures around seventy-five degrees. We couldn’t have asked for better weather. We pulled into the bed and breakfast and started toward the door. Rose met us at the door before we could get there. “My boys! It’s so good to see you!” Rose said. We both put our bags down and hugged her. “Where’s Dorothy?” I asked. “I wanted to talk to you both about that,” Rose said, her eyes watering. “Dorothy has had a stroke. Not a terrible one, but bad enough.” “Oh my God,” I said. “Rose, why didn’t you call?” “Dorothy didn’t want to upset your lives. She is moving more slowly than normal, and she has a little bit of a slur when she talks. She’s on a cane when she walks, but that’s about it. For now. Come on in and see her. She’s in the parlor.” “Dottie, our boys are here!” Rose said as she opened the door escort bayan and ushered us inside. Braden and I moved toward the parlor where we found Dorothy in her chair. She tried to get up, but it was obviously difficult for her. “Don’t get up,” I said, leaning down to hug her. Braden did the same. “It’s good to see you both,” Dorothy said. Her speech was definitely off. “I’m glad you’re here. We need to talk.” “Dottie, let’s let the boys get settled upstairs. We can all talk at dinner,” Rose said. “You’re in your usual room, so feel free to go on up and get settled.” Braden and I took our bags upstairs to our room and decided to relax a little before going back downstairs. “I’m worried about Dorothy,” Braden said. “She doesn’t look good.” “She really doesn’t, I said.” I was standing by the window looking out over the back yard where we got married. “I’m worried about her, too. And Rose. She can’t run this whole place by herself if Dorothy can’t help.” “Do you still want to move up here someday?” Braden asked. “Well, yeah. Don’t you?” I asked. “Yeah, I do.” Braden said. “But I thought we were going to retire here.” “That was the plan,” I said. “But I don’t see them making it that long. Even if you got a teaching job around here somewhere, I’m not planning to retire for at least another fifteen years. I might even go to work for the state before I retire. I just don’t think we could move up here and run the place anytime soon.” “We did promise them we’d take it over,” Braden said. “I know. We’ll come up with something to help them out. This place means too much to us to let it go,” I said. I moved over to the bed and sat down beside Braden. I put my arms around him and put my hand on the back of his head, drawing him close to me. Our lips met. He parted his lips to allow my tongue inside his mouth. We made out for several minutes. My hand found its way under this shirt where I ran my hands through the hair on his chest and rubbed his nipples. We separated long enough for me to pull his shirt over his head. He pulled mine over my head too. Both of us were naked from the waist up. I pushed him back on the bed and continued making out with him. I then moved down his body and sucked on his erect nipples, making him gasp and then laugh a little. His nipples were always ticklish. I moved down his torso, dipping my tongue into his belly button and then following his happy trail down to the waistband of his khaki shorts. I popped the button open and lowered the zipper to see that he had worn his charcoal gray knit boxers. I quickly grabbed the waistband of his shorts and his boxers and pulled them down his legs and off his feet, leaving him naked except for his ankle socks. Just for good measure, I pulled those off too. Now that Braden was completely naked, I turned my attention to his erect cock, swirling my tongue under his foreskin before peeling it back and sucking on his head like a popsicle. “Oh fuck that feels good,” he moaned. I decided to move to another one of my favorite activities: rimming Braden’s butthole. I lifted his legs, pushing them back and exposing his hairy pink hole. While Braden held his legs back, I buried my face between his cheeks, inhaling his scent and enjoying his taste. After several minutes of eating Braden’s hole, he was ready for the next move. “Josh, I need your cock! Fuck me!” Braden moaned. I jumped off the bed long enough to pull down my own shorts and underwear, freeing my leaking cock from its prison. I reached into my bag and grabbed the tube of lube I had brought and gave my cock a thorough coating. I squirted a big glob onto my finger and worked it into Braden’s tight asshole. I lined my cock up with his hole and pressed against it. Braden moaned and his hole gave way to my cock, allowing me to slide inside him. The next few minutes were pure bliss as I fucked Braden’s ass. All too soon, I felt the familiar tingling that told me I was about to flood Braden’s rectum with my cum. I could tell he was getting close as well. Just as I started to cum, Braden cried out that he was cumming as well. As my cum shot up into his bowels, his covered his stomach and chest. We came down from our powerful orgasms and softly kissed each other. “Let’s take a quick shower before all of this cum dries on me,” Braden said. We got into the shower together and made sure we were clean and free of any cum. We got dressed again and headed back downstairs to see if we could help Rose get ready for dinner. The next chapter in this series will be published soon! Your feedback is always appreciated! Send it ail. Let me know if you want to be added to my mailing list to be informed when new chapters are published.

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Subject: I woke Up 80 I Woke Up 80 by M.P. Arsent Copyright to this story remain strictly that of the author. No other publication or use of this story is allowed without the consent of the author. This story contains male on male sexual content both implied and explicit. If this offends you please do not continue. All characters and implied situations are strictly those of the author and are not based on any real life events or characters. If you are under 18 years of age please exit this story now. I welcome all responses to my stories. Please make sure that you list the name of the story in the email line. If your email is to alert me of misspelled words or improper punctuation or grammar save your time because it will be deleted. I hope you enjoy my vivid imagination. Please let me know what you think at ail and don’t forget to donate to Nifty as they do an amazing job. “And I’m just as happy that you didn’t. Now what are we doing for supper?” “Let’s go off campus tonight. How about the asian buffet place?” “Yeah we haven’t been there in a while. We inviting anybodyelse?” “I think not if we can get away with it.” “Ok. Shall we change or just go?” “Let’s just go. I want to get in early as we have an all day practice tomorrow.” “Damn the whole day?” “10 am until 5 at least.” “Guess that gives me an opputunity to get ahead on things. Your car or mine?” “Yours,the police still have mine for whatever reason. Something I’ll have to check on Monday I guess.” “Hey they’re a 24 hour service. We can check tonight.” “They maybe a 24 hour service love but anybody who is likely able to tell us anything will be gone by this time.” “Yeah I suppose. So right after class come Monday?” “Yeah I guess.” I dropped my stuff off at my room and headed over the Cochran parking lot. Karl was just approaching his car and going to open the door. “Karl! Have you forgotten already? Check the damn car first.” “Are you still on that kick? Larry is in jail for crying out loud.” “And that means he can’t make a phone call or write a letter? You were the one who told me not to put anything past him. Check out the damn car,please?” Karl looked at me for a second and then proceeded to start checking out the car. “I don’t see anything out of place love. No puddles of liquid,no flashing lights that might be a bomb, no wires that shouldn’t be there.” “Thank you. I don’t know who said it but just bacause I’m paranoid doesn’t mean somebody isn’t after me.” “Yeah I hear you love and you’re right I did tell you not to erdemli escort put anything past Larry.” We got in the car and were quickly off campus and to the mall and into the restaurant. The food was good an hot and we were done and headed back for campus in a little over an hour. We each headed for our rooms after our good night kiss. I found a big red heart on my door. So now the choice was to either hit the dayroom or the frat. It was a Friday night and I wasn’t about to make that error again,not with an all day practice tomorrow. So it was down to the dayroom and a bit of whaever they had on the tv. Aiden and Gordon were on their way by when they saw me sitting there. I waved and Aiden pulled Gordon down to whisper in his ear. For some reason that put me on alert. “Dennis,will you come with us for a second?” “Why don’t I like the sounds of that? Ok.” We ended up going into Aidens room. They both had a rather impish grin on their faces. “What have you two got on your demented little minds tonight?” “Weeeeeell, we both know that you won’t give it up to either of us individually. We were wondering if you might give it up to both of us at the same time?” “Shit Aiden you’re hardly in any shape for a three way or anything else for that matter.” “You’d be surprised what you can accomplish if you try Den.” “Have you two been….intimate yet?” “We have been,last night for the first time.” “Well it is an intriguing idea,but I’ve got an all day practice tomorrow. I was just looking to get some sleep tonight.” “We saw the heart on your door,so that ain’t happening for a while yet. Please Den? You know how much I’ve wanted to see what holding you would be like.” “Gordon, I know but are you sure you want to go about it this way?” “Is there any other way to do it given your stand on the subject?” It was an honest question and I had to think about it for a few seconds. “Ok,but any one of the three of us can call a stop at anytime no hard feelings about it ok?” “Deal” “Done and done.” I shook my head and started to remove my shirt. Both guys were watching me even as I was watching them,even if Aiden did need a little help. We were soon enough standing there naked. Gordon looked at me and moved towards me. I opened my arms to him and he pressed himself against me as his arms went around me. He looked up into my eyes and then stretched out to kiss me. Aiden moved in to join us and we opened up our embrace to recieve him. Aiden being more experientced at this tarsus escort would cup my balls and stroked me as he kissed me. I found him and stroked him with one hand as the other went to Gordons hardened member. The moan that escaped him the first time I took him in hand was a wonderous sound. Aiden wasn’t able to kneel on the floor with his casts on so I slipped to the floor and then took both of them in turn into my mouth. Gordon whimpered a bit and Aiden gave a rather satisfied sigh. I didn’t bring either one of them to cumming. I worked my way back up their bodies and Gordon looked at me and then he slid down on took each of us in turn. It turned out that Gordon had a very talented mouth for someone so new to gay sex. He did’t bring either on of us to cumming either. When he worked is way back up to us,Aiden just gave us both a rather pleading look. I smiled at him and moved him to his bed and sat him down. It was close enough that he was able to take us each. He was just as talented as Gordon. When Aiden was done he just kind of looked at us. “How do we want to finish each other off?” Gordon got a bit of a panicked look to him. “I… I don’t think I’m quite ready to take it up my ass yet.” “Well you know how bad I’ve wanted to fuck you Dennis,so maybe if you mount me while I suck Aiden off and then you can fuck me?” “Could we….well let me suck Den off while you suck me off while Den mounts you?” We ended up moving to the floor where Gordon and I moved into a “69” and Aiden took me from behind while laying on is good side. It wasn’t long before I could feel Gordons body start to tighten up and he was shooting his sweet load down my throat and moaning the whole time. Even though he was done he only stopped working for cock for a few seconds before he went right back to work. I warned him before I started to cum,but he stayed right on my cock and swallowed every bit of me. Aiden was still at work behind me grunting with each thrust of his cock into me and finally I felt him tremble as he finally started shooting his load into me. We got cleaned up as best we could and were dressed once again. “So was it what you guys expected?” “Better.” “Yeah.” Aiden agreed. “Then it is something to remember and we never have to do that again.” “Doesn’t mean we can’t once I get these casts off.” “Yeah well you’ve got another month at least before that happens. So just promise me you guys won’t try and get too kinky until they are off.” “No promises Denny,but akdeniz escort we will be damned careful.” I looked at my phone as there was a text message waiting for me. My room was clear. At that point Aidens roomie came walking in. “Damn smells like a whore house in here!” “Hmm must be Aidens casts starting to ripen. I’m told it’s one of those things that comes and goes.” “Well I don’t know from casts. Never broken anything.” “Gordon, am I going to see you for jogging in the morning?” “Yeah I’ll be there.” “Ok then see you guys later.” I went back to my room and the smell in there wasn’t much better than it had been in Aidens room. I opened a window a little and then fired up the computer. I worked my way through the responses and ended up with another 17 reservations,bringing the total to 144. It wouldn’t be to much longer before I had to go to three buses. Well so be it. I started this thing so I was obligated to see it through. Not long after 11pm came and I got my usual text from Karl and sent mine back to him. It seemed in far to short a time that 5:45 was there. I rolled out of bed and slipped my jogging stuff on and headed out the door. Gordon was just ducking into his room and was shortly back out again ready to hit the road. We went out and Karl joined us as we went past his dorm. It was pretty quiet this morning as Gordon had one of those cat who ate the canary grins on his face. I wasn’t about to ask. Karl on the other hand was as inquisitive as ever. “So what’s the shit eating grin for Gordon?” “Sorry Karl, priviledged information.” “Well I don’t have to be Sherlock Holmes. You and Aiden finally got it on didn’t you?” Gordon turned the most gorgeous shade of red,and it wasn’t from the running. He just gave me a quick look and kept right on jogging without a word. “Well damn that must have been dfficult.” “I will neither confirm nor deny.” “Hey it was going to happen sooner or later Gordon. I hope it was worth the wait.” Gordon once again kept his mouth shut and kept on jogging. “Fine have it your way. Just be good to one another and don’t force things more than you already have.” We finished our laps and headed in for our showers and breakfast. While we were showering by ourselves on this Saturday morning,Gordon turned to me. “I really wanted to thank you for last night Den. It was something very special for me.” “You’re welcome Gordon and I appreciate your discretion with Karl. I don’t think he would get upset about it,but I’m not going to push my luck.” “Yeah I hear you.” We quickly finished showering and went down to breakfast. I still had a couple of hours to kill before the practice started. I went back to my room and checked the email again. Another 10 had responded over night. More and more it looked like I was heading for three buses.

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Subject: Jaiden – Chapter 8 Jaiden � Chapter 8 Gregory Patrick Disclaimer “Jaiden, have you ever wondered what your name means?” “I’ve thought about it but just never took the time to check it out,” “I checked it and was surprised at what I read: a Jaiden tends to be shy, very smart, and sarcastic. Then it says a Jaiden is sweet, loving and likes to cuddle. It says to be open, honest, and kind to a Jaiden. If you find one, you are supposed to hold on to him. That’s what I intend to do: hang on to you and love you to the moon and back.” “Babe, I am going to do the same for you.” “While Peyton is in the bathroom, I think I’ll look up the meaning of his name and surprise him. “Very interesting the definition of the male version of Peyton: determined, kind, smart, and loyal. He is true, successful, quiet, and loyal to the bone. It is an honor to know a Peyton.” Jaiden said, “Peyton, I know why I fell so hard, so fast for you. it’s your name.” “What?” “Yeah, you are determined, kind, and smart. You also are true, successful, quiet, and loyal to the bone. I have to agree with that definition, you are all those things and that is why I was so smitten when I met you. And the last thing it said is so very true: It is truly an honor to know you.” With that said, I walked over to Jaiden and put my head on his chest and just held him for quite a while. I felt warm drops of water hitting my face. One drop hit my lips and it was rather salty. I looked up just enough to see tears dropping from Jaiden’s eyes. “Babe, what’s wrong?” “Nothing, Peyton, it’s just that I have never loved anyone like I love you and I have never felt loved the way you and your family have loved me. I don’t ever want it to end.” “Jaiden, it will never end. I promised you that, and I will never go back on that promise no matter what. That is not something I do and you know that.” Jaiden pulled me tenderly to him and stood there holding me, rubbing my back, caressing my head and giving me small, sweet kisses.” We went to lunch with Becky, Carol, and Angie. All three walked in to the sandwich shop with two beautifully wrapped packages in their arms. The boxes were a bit small but beautifully wrapped. We got our sandwiches and our drinks. This place is probably the best sandwich shop that has ever been in Abingdon, The June Bug and Cupcake. Peyton mezitli escort and I got a roast beef sandwich and a bowl of the best clam chowder I have ever tasted. Peyton agreed. The ladies had chicken salad sandwiches with a bowl of the chicken and broccoli-cheese soup. I have been to up-scale restaurants in New York, San Diego, and San Francisco. None of those restaurants come close to comparing with The June Bug. Carol, Angie, and Becky all said “You guys have to open your presents.” Carol gave Peyton his present and Becky gave me mine. Peyton and I opened the presents together. There were two small satin covered boxes which Peyton and I opened very slowly. We looked at each other and took the rings out of the boxes. They are Hawaiian KOA WOOD Rings, E KOMO Mai, made in MAUI. The rings were the same for both of us. Jaiden asked Becky what the rings were made of. “Jaiden, the ring is made of Tungsten Carbide. The brown wood you see is KOA wood and it has a rich history. The blue in the ring is Azure Opal.” “The word `KOA’ means warrior in the Hawaiian language. The first King of Hawaii, King Kamehameha, owned the land on the big island where the koa trees grew. He and his warriors used the wood to construct canoes used in battles. He also used koa wood to make weapons called lei-o-mano. They were made of marlin bills, shark’s teeth, and koa wood. In hand-to-hand combat, the weapons were used to inflict the worst possible damage by ripping up the flesh of their foes.” “Now, koa wood is used in wedding bands which Is what you two have. The ring is a symbol of love, fidelity, strength, and commitment.” We noticed you two didn’t have engagement rings, so we got you these rings. They are known to draw attention because of their beauty, and they will give you a chance to tell your story if asked and you so desire.” “Becky, I don’t know what to say. Thank each of you for such a lovely gift!” Peyton had already slid his ring on his left ring finger as a sign of his commitment to Jaiden and he just kept looking at the ring. He took Jaiden’s ring and lovingly slid it on Jaiden’s left ring finger. Both had teared up. They couldn’t stop gazing at the rings. We finished our meals and prepared to leave, but not before Peyton and I hugged Becky, Carol, and Angie. When Peyton hugged Carol, pozcu escort she said, “not only is he a looker, he smells good too.” Peyton turned five shades of red. We drove by the clinic and showed Mom the rings. She teared up a bit like Peyton and I and said “how beautiful they are.” Then Peyton and I got in my car and slowly drove toward the house. I don’t think we said a word all the way home. We couldn’t! We walked into the living room, stripped down to our boxer briefs and tees. Then we laid on the leather sofa holding each other while we both softly cried. “It just feels so right.” After about an hour, Jaiden put some soft, saxy jazz on the house-wide stereo system. Then he took me by the hand and said, “Come with me.” When `Singing in the Rain’ came on, Jaiden cut on the shower, slowly undressed me, undressed himself, and pulled me to him taking my right hand with his up to his shoulder. For the next hour, we stood skin-to-skin, and slowly danced under the shower with the lights dimmed as low as possible. It was heavenly. It was about time for Mom to get off and head home, so we gave each other a quick bath and then got dressed and went into the den. Jaiden put his feet up and I snuggled as close to him as I could get. We sat there arm in arm, hand-in-hand enjoying the peaceful solitude as a light thunderstorm rolled through the mountains. Jaiden never took those gorgeous steel-blue eyes off of me, even as I drifted off to sleep. “Wake up, babe, Mom just drove into the garage.” “Jaiden, how long was I asleep?” “I don’t know for sure, maybe two hours, three. I never took mt eyes off of you. You just looked so cute snuggled up to me. I kept thinking how blessed I have been since you came into my life.” “I love you more.” “I don’t know if that is possible, Peyton.” “Hi, boys. I hope you two had a quiet, restful day.” “It went way beyond that, Mom, way beyond that.” “Good! I was hoping and praying that would be the case.” Peyton put our ringed hands across each other and took a picture of the rings. He texted the picture to his mom. A minute later, Peyton got a call from his Mom wanting to know all about the rings. Peyton told her how we had gone to lunch with Becky, Carol, and Angie; how they brought the rings in beautifully wrapped packages. Then he told her he escort bayan and I cried all the way home and had sat on the couch holding hands without so much as a word, even how I had watched him as he slept. He even mentioned to her how we slow-danced to soft, saxy jazz. Mom Riley teared up (it’s a family thing…I THINK) and said how happy she was for us. We both spoke with Mom for a few minutes and then told her we loved her to the moon and back before she and Dad Riley had to leave for a benefit gala. Since one of Peyton’s passions is cooking, he went into the kitchen and prepared Veal Marsala, garlicky creamed potatoes, and fresh asparagus. Mom raved over the food and Peyton’s talent. I must say, I have to agree with Mom. And the salad he prepared to go with the meal and the homemade raspberry vinaigrette � UNREAL! Mom looked at me and said, “Jaiden, if you eat like this all the time, the 2-20 rule is going to occur in a week.” “What is the 2-20 rule, Mom?” “The first two months you are married, you gain 20 pounds that never seem to leave.” Peyton laughed and said, “don’t worry, Mom, I’ll keep his weight in check.” Peyton is a big fan of the old Andy Griffith re-runs, so I thought I’d take him to see Mt. Airy, North Carolina. It’s only a two-hour drive from Abingdon, so Peyton said, “let’s go in the morning.” Day three of Spring break and we were on our way to the birthplace of Andy Griffith and the town that gave Mayberry its existence. It was all back-mountain roads though only a two-hour drive. Peyton sat in the middle of the front seat with his seatbelt fastened. We were in the middle of nowhere when he laid his head in my lap. I felt him slowly tug at my zipper and unbutton my jeans. He quickly found his target and began giving an unbelievable head job. It was getting really sensitive when I gave up a torrent of love juice. Peyton smiled, looked up…and swallowed. “Jaid, you should be a lot more relaxed now.” “I am, love, I am!” Peyton put my shirt and pants back in order after he took a couple of napkins and cleaned a few spots. I am so relaxed now that I am getting sleepy. Peyton and I changed places and he started driving. Imagine his surprise when I laid my head in his lap…and returned his favor. I was surprised when he let loose a gusher that was bigger and longer than any I could remember him giving. He had a big smile on his face and so did I. “I bet you’re more relaxed now than you were twenty minutes ago.” Then we started laughing. Yep, turn-around really is fair play. When we got back to the house, we continued our love session sending ourselves into blissful oblivion.

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