tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19174290381494880622024-02-07T10:07:51.274-08:00The Sweet Adventures of the Silverwing AngelMga istoryang totoo, kwentong barbero at kung ano-anong nakakaloko.SilverwingXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10919215575022683112noreply@blogger.comBlogger128125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917429038149488062.post-68369598494521794912017-06-18T08:26:00.003-07:002017-06-18T08:28:13.767-07:00Haiku ver 7.1<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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SilverwingXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10919215575022683112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917429038149488062.post-74951332450634905712016-11-22T00:00:00.000-08:002016-11-22T00:00:00.136-08:00Appraisal<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #515151; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 28px;">Woman: (at the other end of the phone line): ‘I already have someone to cut my lawn.’</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #515151; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 28px;">Boy: ‘Lady, I will cut your lawn for half the price of the person who cuts your lawn now.’</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #515151; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 28px;">Woman: I’m very satisfied with the person who is presently cutting my lawn.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #515151; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 28px;">Boy: (with more perseverance) : ‘Lady, I’ll even sweep your curb and your sidewalk, so on Sunday you will have the prettiest lawn in all of Palm beach , Florida.’</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #515151; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 28px;">With a smile on his face, the little boy replaced the receiver. The store-owner, who was listening to all this, walked over to the boy.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #515151; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 28px;">Store Owner: ‘Son… I like your attitude; I like that positive spirit and would like to offer you a job.’</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #515151; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 28px;">Store Owner: But you were really pleading for one.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">He voraciously munched my manflower
as I moaned like a crazy submissive. He nibbled my boyhole with his tender lips.
I thought, this is the closest I can get to what girls feel when guys go crazy
cunnilingus on them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">My boycunt tensed in reaction to
Leo's oral work. As soon as he realized it, he slightly opened his mouth and
gently breathed on my slippery opening. My hole twitched as his breath sent warm
chills in and around it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Then, he eased a little as he
slowly stuck his tongue out and slowly teased my manflower. He routinely poked
every part of my hole both challenging its rebellious pulsing and encouraging it
to relax and give in at the same time. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">I watched him as his toungue
prodded my manpussy with such precision that I can tell he is not hitting the
areas by mistake. He made sure that his warm, wet tongue will make just enough
pressure for me to feel it but just enough for me to want more. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">It made me think and guess which
part he will graze next only to feel his wet tongue jabbing a different
place.The unpredictability of his tongue poking made every nudge feel like it's
the first. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">I have not stopped groaning since
he worked my manflower. In no time, my libido has started to spike up again
until I cannot take it anymore and grabbed Leo's head. I looked at him clearly
begging through my eyes to stop teasing my boyhole. His answer excited me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">He showed me that Leo grin again.
He looked like a boy that has found a new toy and is up to no good. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">And just when I thought it couldn't
be any more intense, he spread my ass cheeks, opened his lips a little wider
and let loose his tongue and attacked my hole with his very talented tongue
making me grabbed his hair tilt back and cursed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">"Ohhhhhhh! Putang
Inaaaaaaaa!" I moaned.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">At first, my manflower rebelliously
shut tight as my manpussy desperately stage its last defense. But Leo's tongue
was persistent and my hole gave in. Leo's warm and wet tongue slithered in my
boypussy whilst I just gave myself up to this very crazy wonderful feeling. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">He can really make magic with that
tongue of his. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">By the time he's done eating my
boypussy, my mouth and throat was so dry from moaning. I was so exhausted that
I helplessly begged him to give me a time out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">To my relief, he gave me a
breather. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">I stood up and went out of the room naked and went straight into the
small kitchen to grab a glass of water. On my way out of the bedroom, the cute
stud standing near the door, watching us play grabbed my ass cheek, squeezed it
tightly and smiled at me. I can helped but notice his throbbing manhood which
is clearly twice as big and thrice as fatter than Leo's. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">I looked down at his
mighty cock as it uncontrollably stain his white undies with huge amounts of
precum. I guess he enjoyed the show.
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">"Next?" He asked. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">I courteously smiled and went out
of the room. I can feel his luscious eyes following me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">I went straight into the small
kitchen grabbing a bottle of cold water. I drank it all in one go replenishing
the fluid I lost as Leo affectionately ravaged my body. I opened the fridge
again grabbing another bottle of water. I drank half of it this time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">I leaned on the counter top waiting
for Leo and thinking of that sexy guy-near-the-door's hot offer. Quite frankly,
he was hot and every bit superior to Leo. However, I am under Leo's spell and his
horny incantations made everyone far less attractive. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">But I know eventually, I have to
play with him if he insisted. This is a group fun after all and not a
"Silvan and Leo's live porn show". <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">I shoved the thought out of my
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">I wanted him. Just him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">I was three quarters done with my
second bottle of water when Leo came out of the fuck room. As soon as our eyes
met he flashed that boying smile again that made him so fucking irresistible. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Hot-guy-near-the-door peeped out
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">As soon as his head vanished inside
the playroom, Leo turn back and looked straight in my eyes and held my face
with his strong hands. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Then as if he has read my mind, he
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Rummaging through old files, I found this classic.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Like Hogwarts, the school has four houses: Horned Serpent, Wampus, Pukwudgie and Thunderbird. Instead of placing a hat on students’ heads, teachers at Ilvermorny bring the students to a hall with four carvings representing the houses. Whichever one reacts is the one the student is sorted into.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The great North American school of magic was founded in the seventeenth century. It stands at the highest peak of Mount Greylock, where it is concealed from non-magic gaze by a variety of powerful enchantments, which sometimes manifest in a wreath of misty cloud.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Isolt Sayre was born around 1603 and spent her earliest childhood in the valley of Coomloughra, County Kerry, in Ireland. She was the offspring of two pure-blood wizarding families.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Her father, William Sayre, was a direct descendant of the famous Irish witch Morrigan, an Animagus whose creature form was a crow. William nicknamed his daughter ‘Morrigan’ for her affinity for all natural things when she was young. Her early childhood was idyllic, with parents who loved her and were quietly helpful to their Muggle neighbours, producing magical cures for humans and livestock alike.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">However, at five years old, an attack upon the family home resulted in the death of both of her parents. Isolt was ‘rescued’ from the fire by her mother’s estranged sister, Gormlaith Gaunt, who took her to the neighbouring valley of Coomcallee, or ‘Hag’s Glen,’ and raised her there.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As Isolt grew older she came to realise that her saviour was in reality her kidnapper and the murderer of her parents. Unstable and cruel, Gormlaith was a fanatical pure-blood who believed that her sister’s helpfulness to her Muggle neighbours, was setting Isolt upon a dangerous path to intermarriage with a non-magical man. Only by stealing the child, Gormlaith believed, could their daughter be brought back to the ‘right way’: raised in the belief that as a descendant of both Morrigan and Salazar Slytherin she ought to associate only with pure-bloods.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Gormlaith set herself to be the model she thought Isolt needed by forcing the child to watch, as she cursed and jinxed any Muggle or animal that strayed too near their cottage. The community soon learned to avoid the place where Gormlaith lived, and from then on the only contact Isolt had with the villagers she had once been friends with, was when local boys threw stones at her as she played in the garden.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Gormlaith refused to allow Isolt to take up her place at Hogwarts when the letter arrived, on the basis that Isolt would learn more at home than at a dangerously egalitarian establishment full of Mudbloods. However, Gormlaith herself had attended Hogwarts, and told Isolt a great deal about the school. In the main, she did this to denigrate the place, lamenting that Salazar Slytherin’s plans for the purity of wizardkind had not been fulfilled. To her niece, isolated and mistreated by an aunt she believed to be at least half insane, Hogwarts sounded like a kind of paradise and she spent much of her teens fantasising about it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For twelve years, Gormlaith enforced Isolt’s cooperation and isolation through powerful Dark magic. At last the young woman developed sufficient skill and courage to escape by stealing her aunt’s wand, for she had never been permitted her own. The only other object that Isolt took with her was a gold brooch in the shape of a Gordian Knot that had once belonged to her mother. Isolt then fled the country.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Isolt arrived in America among the earliest Muggle settlers (Muggles are known as ‘No-Majs’ in the American wizarding community, from ‘No Magic’). On arrival she vanished into the surrounding mountains, leaving her erstwhile shipmates to suppose that ‘Elias Story’ had died of the harsh winter, like so many others. Isolt left the new colony partly because she remained afraid that Gormlaith would track her, even to a new continent, but also because her journey aboard the Mayflower had led her to deduce that a witch was unlikely to find many friends among the Puritans.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Isolt was now quite alone in a harsh, foreign country and, as far as she knew, the only witch for hundreds if not thousands of miles – her partial education by Gormlaith had not included information about Native American wizards. However, after several weeks alone in the mountains, she met two magical creatures of whose existence she had hitherto been ignorant.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The two creatures had met in the forest and the Hidebehind, which was of unusual size and strength, had not only succeeded in capturing the Pukwudgie, which was young and inexperienced, but had also been on the point of disembowelling him when Isolt cast the curse that made it flee. Unaware that the Pukwudgie, too, was exceptionally dangerous to humans, Isolt picked him up, carried him to her makeshift shelter and nursed him back to health.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Pukwudgie now declared himself bound to serve her until he had an opportunity to repay his debt. He considered it a great humiliation to be indebted to a young witch foolish enough to wander around in a strange country, where Pukwudgies or Hidebehinds might have attacked her at any moment, and her days were now filled with the Pukwudgie’s grumbling as he trudged along at her heels.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Isolt was finally reunited with people of her own kind under tragic circumstances. As she and William foraged in the woods one day, a grisly noise not far away caused William to shout at Isolt to remain where she was, as he charged away through the trees, poisoned arrow at the ready.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Pukwudgie and Isolt together made short work of the Hidebehind, which this time was destroyed. Delighted with their afternoon’s work, the Pukwudgie then continued blackberrying, ignoring the faint groans of the children on the ground. When the furious Isolt instructed him to help her carry the two small boys home, William threw a tantrum. The young boys, he said, were already as good as dead. It was against the beliefs of his kind to assist humankind, Isolt being the unfortunate exception because she had saved his life.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Outraged by the Pukwudgie’s callousness, Isolt told him that she would accept the saving of one of the boy’s lives as repayment. The two boys were so ill she was afraid to Apparate with them, but insisted on carrying them home. Grudgingly, the Pukwudgie consented to carry the older boy, whose name was Chadwick, while Isolt carried young Webster back to her shelter.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The boys were so seriously ill for the first couple of weeks that Isolt did not dare leave them. It troubled her that in her haste to save the children she had not been able to give their parents’ bodies a decent burial, and when at last Chadwick and Webster seemed well enough to leave alone for a few hours, she returned to the forest with the intention of creating graves that the boys might one day visit.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To her surprise, when she arrived in the clearing she found a young man by the name of James Steward. He, too, was from the Plymouth settlement. Having missed the family he had befriended on his journey to America, he had gone into the forest to search for them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As Isolt watched, James finished marking the graves he had dug by hand, then picked up the two broken wands that had lain beside the Boot parents. Frowning he examined the sparking core of dragon heartstring that protruded from Mr Boot’s, then gave it a casual wave. As invariably happens when a No-Maj waves a wand, it rebelled. James was sent flying backwards across the clearing, hit a tree and was knocked out cold.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He woke in a small shelter of branches and animal skins to find himself being nursed by Isolt. She could not hide her magic from him in such a confined space, particularly when she was brewing potions to aid the Boot boys’ recovery and using her wand to hunt. Isolt intended to Obliviate James once he was over his concussion and to send him back to the colony at Plymouth.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In the meantime, it was wonderful to have another adult to talk to, especially an adult who was already fond of the Boot boys and helped entertain them while they recovered from their magical injuries. James even helped Isolt construct a stone house on the top of Greylock, providing a workable design, having been a stonemason in England, which Isolt made a reality in the space of an afternoon. Isolt christened her new home ‘Ilvermorny’ after the cottage in which she had been born, and which Gormlaith had destroyed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Every day, Isolt vowed to Obliviate James, and every day, his fear of magic wore off a little more, until finally it seemed simplest to admit that they were in love, marry and have done with it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This idea caught Chadwick’s and Webster’s imaginations. The boys’ ideas of what a magical school ought to be like were based almost entirely on Hogwarts, so they insisted that it ought to have four houses. The idea of naming the houses after themselves, as the founders, was swiftly abandoned, because Webster felt a house called ‘Webster Boot’ had no chance of ever winning anything, and instead, each chose their favourite magical beast. For Chadwick, an intelligent but often temperamental boy, it was the Thunderbird that can create storms as it flies. For argumentative but fiercely loyal Webster, it was the Wampus, a magical panther-like creature that was fast, strong and almost impossible to kill. For Isolt, it was, of course, the Horned Serpent that she still visited and with which she felt a strange sense of kinship.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Chadwick’s eleventh birthday was fast approaching and Isolt was at a loss to know how to provide the wand she had promised him. As far as she knew, the wand she had stolen from Gormlaith was the only one in America. She did not dare dissect it to find out how it was made, and her investigations into the wands of the boys’ parents showed her only that the dragon heartstring and unicorn hair they had both contained, had long since shrivelled and died.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Horned Serpent was waiting there for her. It raised its head exactly as it had done in her dream, she took part of its horn, thanked it, then returned to the house and woke James, whose skill with stone and wood had already beautified the family cottage.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The happy, busy family had no idea that grave danger was approaching them from afar. News had reached the old country that a new magical school had been set up in Massachusetts. The rumour was that the headmistress had been nicknamed ‘Morrigan’ after the famous Irish witch. However, it was only when she heard that the name of the school was ‘Ilvermorny’, that Gormlaith could believe that Isolt had managed to travel all the way to America undetected, to marry, not just a Muggle-born, but an actual Muggle, and to open a school that educated anybody with a shred of magic.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Gormlaith had purchased a wand at the despised Ollivanders to replace the precious family wand that had been handed down through generations before Isolt stole it. Determined that her niece would not know of her coming until it was too late, she unknowingly imitated Isolt by disguising herself as a man to make the crossing to America on the ship Bonaventure. Wickedly, she travelled under the name of William Sayre, which was that of Isolt’s murdered father. Gormlaith landed in Virginia and made her way stealthily towards Massachusetts and Mount Greylock, reaching the mountain on a winter’s night. She intended to lay waste to the second Ilvermorny, slaughter the parents who had thwarted her ambition of a great pure-blood family, steal her great nieces who were the last to carry the sacred bloodline, and return with them to Hag’s Glen.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">At her first sight of the large granite building rising in the darkness from the peak of Mount Greylock, Gormlaith sent a powerful curse containing Isolt and James’s names towards the house, which forced them into an enchanted slumber.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What Gormlaith did not know, was that there were two other occupants of the house whom she had not put to sleep, for she had never heard of sixteen-year-old Chadwick and fourteen-year-old Webster. The other thing she did not know, was what lay at the hearts of their wands: the horn of the river serpent. These wands did not become inactive when Gormlaith spoke her word of Parseltongue. On the contrary, their magical cores vibrated to the sound of the ancient language and, sensing danger to their masters, began to emit a low musical note, exactly as the Horned Serpent sounds danger.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Like all children, Chadwick had heard and understood more than his adoptive parents had ever imagined. They might have thought that they had shielded him from any knowledge of the murderous Gormlaith, but they were wrong. As a small boy, Chadwick had overheard Isolt discussing her reasons for escaping Ireland and, little though she and James realised it, Chadwick’s dreams had been haunted by the figure of an old witch creeping through the trees towards Ilvermorny. Now he saw his nightmare made true.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Gormlaith was not expecting to meet a teenage wizard and she underestimated him at first. Chadwick parried her curse expertly and they began to duel. Within a few minutes Gormlaith, though far more powerful than Chadwick, was forced to concede that the talented boy had been well taught. Even as she sent curses at his head in an attempt to subdue him, and drove him back towards the house, she questioned him about his parentage for, she said, she would be loathe to kill a pure-blood of his talent.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Only when she raised it to attack her hated aunt did she realise that for all the good it would do her, the sleeping wand might as well have been a stick she had found on the ground. Gloating, Gormlaith drove Isolt, Chadwick and Webster backwards up the stairs, towards the place where she could hear her great-nieces crying. Finally she managed to blast open the doors to their bedroom, where James stood ready to die in front of the cribs of his daughters. Sure that all was lost, Isolt cried out, hardly knowing what she said, for her murdered father.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It is widely believed that it was this piece of flattery that softened William’s heart, because he moved his family of Pukwudgies into the house the next day and, complaining constantly as usual, helped them to repair the damage that Gormlaith had wreaked. He then announced that the wizards were too dim to protect themselves and negotiated a hefty retainer in gold for acting as the school’s private security/maintenance service.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Within a year an unknown species of snakewood tree had grown out of the earth on the spot where the wand was buried. It resisted all attempts to prune or kill it, but after several years the leaves were found to contain powerful medicinal properties. This tree seemed testament to the fact that Slytherin’s wand, like his scattered descendants, encompassed both noble and ignoble. The very best of him seemed to have migrated to America.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ilvermorny’s reputation grew steadily throughout the following years. The granite house expanded to a castle. More teachers were recruited to meet the growing demand. Now witch and wizard children from all over North America were being sent to learn there and it became a boarding school. By the nineteenth century, Ilvermorny had gained the international reputation it enjoys today.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Chadwick became an accomplished and well-travelled wizard who authored Chadwick’s Charms Vols I – VII, which are standard texts at Ilvermorny. He married a Mexican Healer called Josefina Calderon and the Calderon-Boot family remains one of wizarding America’s most prominent today.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Prior to the creation of MACUSA (the Magical Congress of the United States of America), the New World was short of wizarding law enforcement. Webster Boot became what would now be known as an Auror for hire. While repatriating a particularly nasty Dark wizard to London, Webster met and fell in love with a young Scottish witch who was working at the Ministry of Magic. Thus did the Boot family return to its home country. Webster’s descendants would be educated at Hogwarts.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As might be expected of a school part-founded by a No-Maj, Ilvermorny has the reputation of being one of the most democratic, least elitist of all the great wizarding schools.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Marble statues of Isolt and James flank the front doors of Ilvermorny Castle. The doors open onto a circular room topped by a glass cupola. A wooden balcony runs around the room one floor above. Otherwise the space is empty except for four enormous wooden carvings representing the houses: the Horned Serpent, the panther Wampus, the Thunderbird and the Pukwudgie.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">While the rest of the school watches from the circular balcony overhead, new students file into the round entrance hall. They stand around the walls and, one by one, are called to stand on the symbol of the Gordian Knot set into the middle of the stone floor. In silence the school then waits for the enchanted carvings to react. If the Horned Serpent wants the student, the crystal set into its forehead will light up. If the Wampus wants the student, it roars. The Thunderbird signifies its approval by beating its wings, and the Pukwudgie will raise its arrow into the air.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It is sometimes said of the Ilvermorny houses that they represent the whole witch or wizard: the mind is represented by Horned Serpent; the body, Wampus; the heart, Pukwudgie and the soul, Thunderbird. Others say that Horned Serpent favours scholars, Wampus, warriors, Pukwudgie, healers and Thunderbird, adventurers.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The robes of Ilvermorny are blue and cranberry. The colours honour Isolt and James: blue because it was Isolt’s favourite colour and because she had wished to be in Ravenclaw house as a child; cranberry in honour of James’s love of cranberry pie. All Ilvermorny students’ robes are fastened by a gold Gordian Knot, in memory of the brooch Isolt found in the ruins of the original Ilvermorny cottage.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A number of Pukwudgies continue to work at the school into present day, all grumbling, all of them insisting that they have no wish to remain there and yet all of them mysteriously present year after year. There is one particularly aged creature who answers to the name of ‘William’. He laughs at the idea that he is the original William who saved Isolt and James’s lives, rightly pointing out that the first William would be over 300 years old had he survived. However, nobody has ever found out exactly how long Pukwudgies live. William refuses to let anybody else polish the marble statue of Isolt at the entrance of the school, and on the anniversary of her death every year he may be seen laying mayflowers on her tomb, something that puts him in a particularly bad temper if anyone is tactless enough to mention it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Two naked guys sat on the left edge of the bed watching me and Leo fuck while stroking each other. Near the bedroom door, a guy in his very skimpy underwear was leaning casually on the door also viewing us intently. His hands inside his bikini stroking his huge member as if showing me that his rod was easily twice as long and way fatter than Leo's.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">He nodded and grinned when I looked at him. I smiled back in reply.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">In truth, none of them pique my interest. Not since Leo and I started talking early that night. I was all for Leo since then.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">But a thought got me thinking. What if they wanted to join us? What if they want to suck Leo or fuck my hole too?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">This is a group party after all.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">"You want to play with them?" He whispered nonchalantly. The words left his lips thoughtlessly but I can sense a carefully concealed anxiety between the words.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">"You want me to play with them? I asked back. He was still in charge. If he said yes, then I would be at the mercy of three more guys thinking of Leo. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Leo looked at the two guys sitting on the bed then promptly to the guy standing near the door who also gave him a curt nod. I patiently waited for my fate.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">His eyes fell back to me again. I looked at him with pleading yet obedient glare. He smiled and shook his head no. "Like I said, you are mine."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">My insides jumped in elation.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I hugged him tight and kissed him with affectionate devotion. I grabbed the lube that fell from the bed and offered it to him. "Then claim me, Leo. Show them that I am yours." I suggested.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">With a boyish grin, he took the lube from my hands.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">We kissed and embraced with such savage passion. My tongue explored his mouth as much as his to me. He showed him them how much I was his.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Leo repositioned himself back into my thigh rubbing his raging hardon against my skin while he nibbled on my erect nipples.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I kneaded Leo's ass as he started dry humping me. He concentrated on how good he felt on me, which was all the more a turn on. I revel on the feeling of his precum soaking, wet cock rubbing against my skin. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">He licked, sucked, and pulled my nipple in every way possible. The pain aroused me as much as the pleasure and experiencing both with someone you really like amplified the passion tenfold.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">He soon turned his attention to my raging hard on. Leo had placed himself between my legs and slurped loudly on my rod taking all of my cock into his mouth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I grabbed his head as I open my legs for him. One of his hand grabbed the base of my cock while the other played with my boyflower. His tongue swirled against my cock in his mouth and I felt myself getting ready to explode.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I moan as I felt my own dick was enveloped in a warm wet tongue. He slurped on my dick, then my balls and soon started in on my exposed ass.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I knew what he wanted and I wanted him to have it. He placed his hands under my knees, pulling them apart and back as he slurped my hole.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 17.12px;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">He caught me by surprise again as he licked my ass wet with his spit and stepped away for a moment. My own dick raged and I could have exploded at just one touch.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">"Relax, Silvan, you are doing well!" Leo encouraged.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I did as I was told. I relaxed. Leo was in charge. Soon, my hips started to rock, my chest heaved and became very full. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I felt the tips of two fingers slide inside me, easily lubricated from my own wetness. Teasingly, Leo slipped just a little inside me, then pulled out to rub my hole. Over and over again, Leo did this until he knew I couldn't stand it anymore. Fingers entered me as my whole body felt the ecstasy of Leo's touch. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Two, then three fingers thrusted into me as fast and hard as he thought I could take. I took a swift inhale of air. I was pleasantly caught of guard. My hole was only lubricated by Leo's saliva and my own wetness from wanting him. My surprised look yielded a very satisfying, victorious beam from Leo's manly face.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">And I wanted more. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I needed more. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I ached for more. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Knowing that I'm thrilling Leo helped me bear the agony and squirm with delight. Watching him enjoy himself made me painfully enjoy the deliciously discomfort. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I tried to keep my feelings in check but I began to crack. His teasing was too much. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">"Claim me, Leo." I pleaded. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">He looked at me in wonder. I love it when he makes eye contact. It was genuine. It was real. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">"Do you want more?" </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I barely mumbled a yes between moans. With one quick </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">move, he slid his body between my thighs without ever pulling his fingers from me. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Leo's dived and his tongue touched my throbbing member. I was electrified. Slowly, he licked me all over, all the while still penetrating me as I opened more for him. His mouth enveloped my mushroom head, skillfully teasing and tickling me. I could feel myself ejaculate, my juices freely flowing in me as I got closer and closer driving me over the edge. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The pain amplified the pleasure Leo was giving me. My toes curled and I tilted my head back. He knew all his touches were exactly what I wanted and needed and he knew just when to do what. He sucked on my throbbing member harder as his his fingers repeatedly banged my anal Gspot. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I was breathing heavily when Leo climbed on top of me and whispered before giving me a wet willy. "Not yet Silvan. Not yet." He was dripping with sweat and smelled wonderfully masculine over me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">"I'm pleased that you are enjoying this." I smiled.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Before he could respond, I leaned forward and kissed him. I felt his body relax as his tongue entered my mouth. I pressed my body against his. His cock pressed against my balls as my dick pressed against his stomach.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I lowered my mouth to his chest and greedily sucked on his nipples through his thin mat of chest hair. It felt good to the touch. I reminded myself again to lay on his chest someday soon. I bit on his nipples a bit. I heard him gasp. In my mind, I did a somersault. He liked it. I allowed a small smile escaped my lips and bit a little harder. </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I heard him moan. It was music to my ears. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I turned my attention to his armpits grabbing his biceps as he flexed it with pride. He watched me with delight as I worshiped his muscle, smelled his sweet yet manly musk and kissed his pits. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">His smell shoot me of the roof. It was like a drug. It made me want him even more.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I wrapped my lips in his manshaft and steadily took his manhood in my throat with tender mastery. I sucked, nibbled and bit softly on his dick. My wet tongue worked his pole inside my mouth until "Oooh's" and "Aaah's" began escaping Leo's lips. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Leo's crotch radiated his manliness. His smell sends my head swimming with pleasure. I was really into what I was doing. It felt so good to see him twitch and gasp and smile with glee from my skillfull blow. </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Groaning with Leo's dick in my mouth, I was truly in heaven. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">He reach down and with both hands held my head urging me to go deeper. I grabbed his hips, held myself steady and dived in. Leo gazed with astonished bliss as I sink lower and lower until his cock disappeared in my mouth. I answered his gaze with a confident glare never breaking eye contact even after I reached the base of his cock. It was not difficult to take him all as Leo's dick was smaller than average.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I shivered a bit. I suddenly realized that he liked being in control. I thought, "Anything, for this man." He impressed me with his wits and stirred my brains first before wanting to claim the rest of me. We've been doing intellectual foreplay long before I realized it and he won me head to foot. I wanted him to be in control.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">"I am yours. I'll do anything you want." I whispered.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">"Good Boy!" He commended with cool satisfaction. "Well then, let's to slip out of these clothes and get comfy so we can start settling in for the night." </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">At that moment, all I want to do is to be with him. He lowered himself to me. His body was warm and soft to the touch. It was pure heaven. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I want this. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Leo firmly held my hand and kissed it before moving down, dropping to his knees and unyieldingly kissed the bulge that clearly showed my eagerness to have him. My hard manpole twitched as soon as I felt his warm breathe seeped through my pant making him chuckle.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">He kissed my bulge again and again and again, his lips </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">pressing deep into my manmeat until I giggled. Boys will be boys.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">We soon removed our clothes. By the time I have removed my leather shoes, socks and pants, he was already on his tight boxers. I can see a small buldge slowly growing. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I wanted to grab it but I resisted.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">We entered the dark bedroom aptly called "playroom". A waft of heavy sweat and sweet cum greeted our nostrils. I can hear people moaning in sync. I looked down at the bed. I can see cute chinito surrounded by men getting fucking him in turns. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">He lead me to a corner and bent down to whisper in my ear, "Lay there.” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Lying on my side, he lifted up his right arm and traced my nipple with his finger. It started with subtle brushing until his other fingers joined in and caressed my chest with savage delicateness. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I could feel his hard cock poking my obliques. I couldn't resist anymore. I needed to feel his erectness. I grabbed it and squeezed it with just the slightest bit of pressure. His dick was small... below average even. But at that point, I didn't care anymore. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">He paused when I squeezed his manpole. I can tell that he was worried about his lack of "talent" turning me off. That will never happen even up to this day.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I wanted to show him I'm his all night. With my free hand, I touched his face, looked straight in his eyes and assured him that his "short coming" doesn't bother me at all. To me, he was worth more than a huge cock. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I grabbed the elastics of my underwear and started to removed it. But even before my hard mushroom head escaped its fabric confines, he stopped me. He wanted to remove it himself. He put his right leg over my left and slid on top of me and with both his hands, he slowly pulled down my thin cotton underwear until my cock sprang out. I lifted my ass so he can remove it with ease. I watch Leo get me naked. He was really taking his time. I can see how much he was enjoying this. I was enjoying it too.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The moment my left foot released my underwear, he raised my underwear into his face and smelled it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">He answered my smile with a grin before removing his own tight whites taking as much time as he did when he removed mine. The show was almost too much to bear. My cock was leaking precum.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I was savoring everything every moment. Just having Leo touch me made me crazy. He leaned over and nudged my head over with his. Kisses showered my neck and shoulder while his strong hands worked from my pecs to my belly and down to my cock. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">My hands felt their way over to his body too, caressing his skin. His nice hairy chest was to die for. I made a mental note to at least rest my head on it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I could feel his precum smearing on my thigh as he slowly started rocking his hips. It drove me into pure ecstasy. Leo kissed me hard and full on the mouth again. His tongue reaching to mine. I responded with just as much passion, reaching past his hips and into his ass squeezing hard. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">We hugged each other tight while we kissed without any reservations.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Then on what seemed like forever, he started playing with my naked body again. He licked his fingers wet before playing with my nipples twisting and pinching with pleasurable torture. He watched how I would react and I tried hard not to show him I was in pain. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Then his hand squeezed my chest hard again and strolled down crushing my obliques before I felt it go further down until the tips of his fingers found my hard dick and pinched my cockslit which was wet with precum. He put his fingers wet with my precum in his mouth without breaking eye contact further lubricating it with his spit before he went his way to my man pussy rubbing it in circles. </span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I arrived
fashionably late in my best business casual attire in an exclusive, private
party along Makati Ave. It was not by my choice to come in such formal fashion
as the invitation to this raunchy gathering was extended in such short notice
that an emergency leave has to be arranged for me to attend.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Given the
choice, I would have worn something smashing yet easy to remove and quick to
put on.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">He was
sitting on the edge of the three seater couch when the host announced my
arrival. Beside him, seating was the eye candy of the entire suite. A shy,
shockingly cute chinito that the whole room was ogling at and can't wait to
fuck.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The guys
momentarily stopped their chit-chat and welcomed me warmly. At first glance, I
can tell that this is a fun group to be with. He smiled as I waved my hand with
cautious excitement. I never paid attention to it, at that moment, as I was
also won by the cute chinito's silent charm.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">That is
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">A couple of
drinks and a good hour passed when a piercing quietness suddenly descended the
living room. Cute, and now drunk, chinito stood up and went inside the bedroom.
My body tingled and tensed as I watch the living room slowly emptied as stud
after stud followed chinito into the bedroom where men will literally fall in
line to get their way into his willing, boy cunt well into the morning.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Soon, the
living room was left to me, casually talking to a past acquaintance at the
small dining table and him, whose proximity to the belle of the ball, surprised
me as he was still glued to the sofa watching TV who I would often catch
stealing glances. Honestly, I was not even sure if he was stealing glances or
just coincidentally looking as it was just the three of us left with the
occasional naked guy going out of the bedroom to use the toilet or grab
something to drink. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">We sank into
the sofa and joined him with me sitting beside him. My eyes met his almost
confrontational stare. I can't help myself staring back messing up my
introduction with mumbled drunkenness. This was the first time a really had the
chance to have good look at him. He had beautiful eyes. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Though not
as handsome as the fair chinito who we can hear moaning from the bedroom, his
looks can hold out with the most of the guys who attended the party. His brown
skin screamed his filipino roots as he radiated a humble confidence in contrast
with chinito's shy aura. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">"I'm
Leo." He smiled as if my clumsy greeting never happened. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">"Silvan."
I replied confidently.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">My plan was
to stay for a while before joining the others inside the bedroom. The oh's and ah's
of the guys fucking each other was like calling me like a moth to a flame. I
really want to give cute chinito a go too.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">However, I
found myself having a nice and suprisingly, smart chat with Leo. I could not
help but smile as we exchange thought of virtually anything and everything
under the sun. Soon, the thought of cute chinito and the rest of the guys in
the other room was pushed aside and the ecstatic voices was drowned by his low,
sexy voice. Even the former acquaintance, who I was originally talking to,
left us unceremoniously on our own.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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astonished me that he made me feel stimulated and made my inside do small skips
of excitement. I got to admit, I was confused at first as to why he had that
effect on me. But then again, I was always impressed, and turned on, by guys
who can carry a stimulating and intelligent conversation. My heart pounded every
time our eyes would meet and this was caused by a person I just met over an hour
ago.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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space between us got smaller and smaller. And the next thing I knew, we were
holding hands. I just looked at him, dumbfounded. He was asking something, but
it was not registering. </span></span></div>
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SilverwingXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10919215575022683112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917429038149488062.post-53884500829537979922016-06-23T21:52:00.000-07:002016-06-23T21:52:14.051-07:00Sometimes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We think happiness is always tied to getting things; getting the job we want, the car we want, the shoes we want or the person we like. We think we will be happy once we get certain things and we want to have them right away.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But the more things didn’t work out for me, the more I realized that happiness can be found in losing things instead of having them, that sometimes, I could want what might potentially destroy me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sometimes, happiness is found in letting things go; when you don’t fight too hard, when you don’t obsess over things you can’t control and when you don’t try to change something that is fixed or something that will not be adjusted according to your own frame of expectations.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sometimes, happiness is found in losing people you loved, because you don’t have to feel like you’re the one who cares more or you’re the one who is more invested or you’re the one who keeps bending and breaking to keep things going.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sometimes, happiness comes from short-term sadness.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sometimes, happiness is found in getting what you were resisting, because you learn that you can survive and you learn to battle your fears and conquer your doubts. Sometimes you get opposite of what you prayed for so you can change your direction, change your path and change your life.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sometimes, happiness is found in confusion, when you try to be grateful for the few things that are going right, when you try to laugh amidst the irony of it all and when you learn to enjoy the simple moments that you used to take for granted when everything was going right.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sometimes, happiness comes when we’ve lost all hope and set ourselves free from the rules we inflicted on ourselves and all the plans we made.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sometimes, happiness is found when you cease to look for it, when you stop trying to gain things to make you feel whole, when you stop running after those who were not able to love you, when you stop putting too much pressure on controlling your fate or controlling your future and when you stop expecting happiness to manifest itself to you exactly the way you want it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sometimes, happiness is found when everything you wanted gets taken away from you.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And sometimes happiness is found when you set it free, when you don’t tie it to things or people, when you let it bestow its gift upon you at the right time.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Happiness comes when you stop caring about what’s happening around you and start caring about what’s happening inside you.</span></div>
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SilverwingXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10919215575022683112noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917429038149488062.post-59289499272057046762016-06-12T22:41:00.000-07:002016-06-12T23:25:37.404-07:00Back to School<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">At 15, he was one year younger than his batch
mates who’s beginning the 9th grade on the new K-12 system. He didn't really
know what to expect. He was worried, as all transfer students do, that as a
fresh meat, he would be completely bullied. On the other hand, he was excited
as this was going to be a new experience for him. He was both frightened and thrilled
at the same time. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">However, when he entered the campus he was
completely ignored. He never felt so low. On his classes, some of the
teachers introduced him as a new student.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Most didn't. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Being introduced though, didn't help anyway, he
was still ignored. A couple of guys spoke a little during recess but that was
about it. The gang of misfit looking seniors that looked at him on the corridor even made him feel worse as they grinned and made comments to each other afterwards.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Paul thought of himself during lunch break. He
was 5 feet 6 inches tall weighing at a little over 100 lbs. A bit average for
his age but compared to his batch mates, whose one year older, he was a skinny
midget. He went home on his first day of school sad. His self-esteem, on an all-time
low.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Two weeks later, things was starting to change
for the better when those two guys that talked to him on his first day, talked
to him again during PE when they tried to get him involved in school life. Will
was just as tall as him only sportier with a smile that’s to die for. Jason, on the other hand, was
taller. He was way above average in looks and in everything else. They made sure Paul
was with them at lunch time and before and after school. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Then they invited him to a sleep over. Will’s
parents were going out of town for the weekend. So it was going to be from
Friday afternoon until sometime Sunday. They told him they were having some
friends over on Saturday night. He was really excited about being included.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">It seemed like forever before Friday arrived.
Paul could not believe how excited he was. He had grown really close to his two
new friends. They talked about everything except sex. He thought it a little
odd but he didn't say anything. He discreetly watched both of them in the
shower after PE. The first thing he had noticed was that they have hot bodies. And
Will, though bit shorter than Jason sported a huge package. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Friday finally came and as soon as the final bell
signaled the end of the day, they were out the door straight to Will’s house. All
three went straight to the kitchen and hit the fridge. Will produced 3 ice cold
bottles of sodas and some munchies. Then they sat at the counter drank and ate
and drank some more. Then they retired to the living room and watch Anime
re-runs. As they sat in there Paul noticed that h</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">is new friends kept looking at each other. He
knew something was up but he didn't know what. He just completely ignored them
and played along with their little game.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Then Jason said, "We've got some personal
hygiene to take care of this afternoon and we'd like you to join us."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Personal hygiene? Want him to help? What was
this all about? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">"I don't understand." Paul asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Will replied, "We need to trim our pubes to
get ready for tomorrow night and we want to shave yours too."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Now he saw the picture. "But I don't trim mine. I like it the way it is." Paul declared.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">"Well new dear friend, you look gross with
all that hair in your crotch." Jason said before standing up in front of
Will and Paul and suggested. “Let’s get started."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">They went up to Will’s room and Paul watched as
his two new friends started striping their clothes off in front of him. They
kept pushing each other and kind of fooling around. Their dicks dangling
freely. Then when both of them fell on the bed, Jason grabbed </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Will and wrapped his lean arms around him in a
big hug and kissed him right on the mouth.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Paul watched in shock as Jason and Will’s kiss
lasted sometime and while they were kissing they were grinding their pelvises
at each other and really starting to make out. Their cock, hard as a rock,
fencing. When they finally noticed him standing in shock. Paul already has
sported a tent on his pants. Then they asked him over to them which Paul slowly
complied. They sat on each side of him on the bed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Without asking or saying anything Paul’s clothes
rapidly left his body and there he was, nude like </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">they were.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">“I told you he was hot!” Jason said to Will.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Will grinned before standing up and went for
some drinks leaving Jason and Paul on the bedroom together. He put his hand on
Paul’s face and ran his finger around his cheeks.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Then down his throat and finally ended up
tweaking his nipples. Will entered with a tray and handed out a can of pop.
They all just sat there naked looking at each other. Paul was the only one that
didn't know what was happening next. Jason started the conversation by asking, "Have
you ever kissed a boy?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">"Me and my cousin fooled around." Paul
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">"Did you let him jerked you off?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">"Yes," He replied.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">"Have you ever made out with him?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Paul thought for several minutes about what to
do next. The truth is, he and his cousin have been fooling around every summer
when he would take a vacation and stay with his relatives in the province or
when there’s a family occasion that will cause his cousin to stay overnight and
sleep in his room.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Finally he said. "Yes I made out with my
cousin. In fact, I've done just about everything with him.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Jason and Will looked utterly stunned. Their
mouths were open and they were unable to speak. Paul sort of smiled and asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">"Do you want me to continue?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">"Yes," they said in unison.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">"I was 12 when I first saw my cousin’s hard
cock and before that summer was over, I stroked it and sucked it and tasted the
cum that shot out of it. I was 12 and he was 15.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">“One day, we were just horsing around in his
room just like you guys a while ago until we fell in the bed and felt his
raging hard on top of mine.” Paul continued. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">“By the time that we went out of his room for
dinner, we kissed, jerked each other off and cummed in each other’s hands.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">“One week later while playing in the farm, my
cousin asked me to stroke his cock for him. This was my cousin and my best friend,
I would do anything he asked. I slowly took hold of his meat. His cock felt so
hot and hard in my hand but the skin was so soft. I could feel a reaction as I pumped
up and down with my hand. After stroking
him for a while, he asked me if I would lick the end of it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">“I mean I had no idea that what he was asking me
to do was give him a blow job.” Paul continued. “But I licked it and then he
put his hand on the back of my head and forced my mouth down on his dick. I
would guess it was about 6 inches and I gagged and choked but he told me what
to do until believe it or not, I was able to take it all down my throat. It was a
very short time before he shot his load in my mouth. He told me to swallow it
so I did. I kind of liked the taste.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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hard. He noticed that Will and Jason’s cock was hard again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">So was he. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">In a country where the majority of the country is Roman Catholic, Philippines is the only nation left in the world (except for Vatican City) who hasn't legalized divorce. Sebastian knew that fact but he married her anyway as she told him she was pregnant years ago.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Now, years later, they have accepted the fact that both of them won't find happiness and that "ever after" together. She cried. She knew he was right. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">She moved to the bedside table, removing the pages after pages of emails she had printed when he forgot to logout one time on the home computer.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">He recognized them immediately. He had written, some of his friends still in the service. Of course he had written in such a way that nobody could say they were letters between two gay men. But if anyone with any intelligence read them carefully, they could see the bond of friendship between two former military buddies was intense.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">"I've known for awhile, maybe before we got married" she said staring at the letters.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">His body was not only shaking then but beginning to panic. How did she know? He wasn't even sure. He had known her since high school. A varsity player of the basketball team, he was considered prime dating material. And they did. The year after high school, he was lost, not sure whether he should go to college or sign up for the military academy.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">"Francis." She said and answered his unasked question.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Francis was one of his high school friends and team mate. They spent the whole summer together going to different places before moving forward with their life. Then one late night their wrestling on the sand in the night turned into something more. Both let it happen. They kissed and felt each other's excitement.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">They didn't talk much letting their bodies dictate what was in their heads. And that summer seemed to pass faster and faster while they explored activities they dared not talk about.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">When Sebastian's father decided made up his mind for him, he knew couldn't do nothing but to follow. Francis didn't help as he grew moody knowing the future was swiftly overtaking him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">His note made Sebastian mad and then cry.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">"I had to split before my parents made me join the Military too. I'm going to Davao, hope you can come."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Sebastian signed the papers taking him to the Military Academy up north. The concept of stuffing his clothing into a backpack and following Francis just seemed to wild, too unknown and he wasn't ready to define himself as who he knew he was.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">She sighed heavily and said they could see a lawyer together. Their only option now is annulment. She wanted to go home to her parents. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">And then she grabbed her bag and left.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">As the flat door closed behind us, shutting off the noise from the busy Mandaluyong street far below, Ryan pulled me to him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I nestled into his body gently pressing my hard cock against him. We looked at each other before he kissed me full on the mouth. I opened to him, feeling his muscular tongue probe against my soft inviting response.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">His hand slipped down my body to rub and massage my rod. I undid my jeans and wiggled them down my legs. I stood exposed, my back firmly supported by his condominium door. My hard-on swelling proudly up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Ryan was cupping my balls in his hand, and running his palm up and down the length of my hot pole. Then he knelt in front of me, holding my cock and took me into his mouth. His warm wet mouth fondling and sucking my member made my legs sag.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I steadied myself on his shoulders watching his head move as he worked my cock.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I moaned happily as he greedily suckled my cock. I watch him as his free hand reached for his cock and </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">started to jerk off. I was so horny that I knew I wasn't going to last long. I matched his force with my own hard thrusts. I began fucking his mouth slow and deep at first then gradually picking up the pace .</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Soon, I could hear the change in his breathing, I knew he was about to blow his load. He became more sporadic and forceful. </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I fucked his mouth harder until it's time for me to empty my load. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I quickly grabbed his hair and moaned "I'M CUMMING RYAN. I'M CUMMING!" before I buried my cock in his mouth with a tremendously unsettling shove and erupted into the furthest depths of his throat.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I started to feel something warm in my legs signalling that he cummed too. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I release the grip on his hair as my boy pole popped out of his mouth. I went into his bathroom to clean up without so much as word or glance at his direction.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">A few minutes later, we were walking down the street to catch a bus home. I told him that he need not to but he insisted.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I tried to think back and reminisce the seduction but I couldn't. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Before I hopped in the bus that would take me north, I looked back and returned his gaze one last time, watching the almost perfect man standing a few meters away.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Everything took less than an hour.</span></div>
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SilverwingXhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10919215575022683112noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917429038149488062.post-25667096265122767702016-05-08T00:00:00.000-07:002016-05-21T09:57:28.195-07:00Mudra and Me<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Isang pagkainit-init na hapon, nakaupo ako sa sofa sa aming sala at nanood ng paborito kong kasabay sa meryenda.<br />
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Nickelodeon's Winx Club.<br />
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Actually, favorite ito ng pamangkin ko na naging favorite ko na rin. One day, she insisted on me watching it with her. Natuwa ako sa transformation ng mga main characters.<br />
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Since then, it became an afternoon bonding moment with my niece. <br />
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In the midst of Bloom, the fairy of the Dragon Flame, leveling up her power by way of Enchantix, biglang umupo sa tabi ko ang aking mahal na Mudra.<br />
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"'Nak, matagal pa ba yan?" She asked.<br />
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"Hmmmm... medyo. Why?" I answered as I watch my niece sing and dance along with the series.<br />
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"Bili mo ako ng toyo. Mag a-adobo ako mamaya."<br />
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"Ma, ang init. Kay Jean (ang aming mahal na kasambahay) ka na lang magpabili."<br />
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"Wala si Jean."<br />
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"Ano ba yan!"<br />
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"Sige na anak..." Paglalambing ni Mudra.<br />
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"Fine! After this." Nagmamaktol kong sagot.<br />
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"Ayan! di ko na napanood ng maayos yung Enchantix. Inutusan pa kasi ako. Maganda ka ba?" I jokingly added.<br />
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I rarely pull off a joke like that. And when I do, It's always with my mom. She was very religious and up to this date, she hasn't lose hope that one day, i'll become straight.<br />
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So when I blurt out a gay joke, mom would always answer back with a cold shoulder or a nasty grunt.<br />
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This time though, it's different.<br />
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"Aba Oo anak! Kanino ka ba naman magma-mana?" Ang sagot ni Mudra.<br />
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I was speechless.<br />
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Sa sobrang tuwa kay Mudra, dali-dali akong tumayo at tumakbo sa SM Hypermarket.<br />
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Pagbalik sa bahay, dumiretso ako sa kitchen kung saan nagpeprepare na si Mudra sa pagluto ng hapunan.<br />
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Hinalikan ko ang aking Mama sa pisngi bago inabot ang binili ko at bumulong ng "I love you."<br />
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Sa kaliwang kamay ay ang toyo na kanyang pinapabili.<br />
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Sa kanan ay isang tub ng ice cream.<br />
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Happy Mother's Day!<br />
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And Yes! I'm back! <br />
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Septimus Heap is a series of fantasy novels featuring a protagonist of the same name written by English author Angie Sage. In all, it features seven novels, entitled Magyk, Flyte, Physik, Queste, Syren, Darke and Fyre, the first (Magyk) in 2005 and the final (Fyre) in 2013.A full colour supplement to the series, entitled The Magykal Papers, was published in June 2009, and an online novella titled The Darke Toad is also available. A sequel trilogy, The TodHunter Moon Series, set seven years after the events of Fyre, began in October 2014, with the second book to be released in October 2015.</div>
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The series follows the adventures of Septimus Heap who, as a seventh son of a seventh son, has extraordinary magical powers. After he becomes an apprentice to the arch ("ExtraOrdinary") wizard of the series, Marcia Overstrand, he must study for seven years and a day until his apprenticeship ends. In the first book, he is known as Young Army Expendable Boy 412, until his great-aunt, Zelda Zanuba Heap reveals his true identity. His adventures are placed in the context of the warmth and strength of his family, and developed alongside those of Jenna, his adoptive sister, who is heir to the throne of the Castle, the community where they live. The novels, set in an elaborate fantastic world, describe the many challenges that Septimus and his friends must overcome.</div>
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The series has been noted for the realism and richness of its characters, the compelling nature of their adventures, and its humour. It has been compared with Harry Potter and other works within the genre.</div>
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The plot of the first book, entitled Magyk (published in March 2005), revolves around the pauper Heap family: Silas, Sarah and their seven children. The story begins when Silas finds Jenna in the snow. Septimus is born on the same day, but is declared dead by the midwife, who steals the baby and brings him to DomDaniel, an evil wizard. However, he is confused with the midwife's own son and is sent to the Supreme Custodian to help start a boy army. On her tenth birthday, Jenna learns from ExtraOrdinary Wizard Marcia Overstrand that she is a princess, but that she—and the Heap family—are in danger. Jenna and Nicko Heap escape to their Aunt Zelda's cottage. They are accompanied by a member of the Young Army called Boy 412, who discovers his magic powers and a legendary ring while at Zelda's. Marcia is imprisoned in DomDaniel´s boat, Vengeance, and nearly dies, but is rescued by Boy 412, Jenna and Nicko after they find a flying Dragon Boat in a secret cavern by Zelda´s cottage. At the end of the novel, Boy 412 is revealed to be Septimus, and his family hears of his past.</div>
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The second book, Flyte (published in March 2006), begins with Septimus (now the apprentice to ExtraOrdinary Wizard Marcia) witnessing the kidnapping of Jenna by her older brother Simon. After seeking help from Nicko and a friend from the Young Army, Septimus finds Jenna at The Port, but they are followed by Simon. They fly to The Castle in the Dragon Boat, engaging in aerial combat with Simon on the way. Marcia's life is threatened by the reassembled bones of DomDaniel, but with Septimus's help, she destroys him. The novel also features the discovery of the lost "Flyte" charm, which gives the book its title, and an egg that hatches into a dragon Septimus names Spit Fyre.</div>
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The antagonist of the third book, Physik (published in March 2007), is the 500-year-old spirit of Queen Etheldredda, who is accidentally released by Silas Heap. She sends Septimus to her immortal son Marcellus Pye. He is transported back in time to become the apprentice of the young Marcellus Pye, an alchemist who teaches him about "Physik". In the present timeline of the novel, the Castle is infected by a deadly plague and Queen Etheldredda has the plan to acquire eternal life. Jenna and Nicko meet a young trader Snorri Snorrelssen with whom they travel in time to bring Septimus back though Nicko and Snorri couldn't escape. There, Jenna is taken to the living Queen Etheldredda, but she escapes with Septimus and they return to the present Castle. Marcia then destroys the substantial spirit of Etheldredda and Septimus brews an antidote to the plague using his knowledge of Physik.</div>
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The quest of the fourth book, Queste (published in April 2008), is a journey in time to the House of Foryx, in which "all times meet", to bring back Nicko and Snorri, who were trapped there after the events of the third book. Septimus is sent on this mission for nefarious reasons by a ghost called Tertius Fume. Assisted by Jenna and his friend Beetle, among others, he pieces together a map to the House of Foryx. When they reach the house, Septimus meets Hotep-Ra, the first ExtraOrdinary Wizard, while Jenna and Beetle find Nicko and Snorri. Marcia and Sarah Heap arrive outside the house on Spit Fyre, and they return together to their own time.</div>
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The fifth book, Syren (published in September 2009), continues from where Queste ended. Septimus decides to bring back his friends from the House of Foryx country and he, Jenna and Beetle get trapped in a mysterious island. There he meets a mysterious girl called Syrah Syara who tells him about a dangerous plot by Tertius Fume to destroy The Castle. Together with the help of the others and a safe-charm jinnee sent to him by Aunt Zelda, Septimus stops the invasion of The Castle by Fume and his jinnee warriors and saves Syrah from a terrible enchantment of a malice ghost called the Syren.</div>
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The sixth book, Darke (published in America in June 2011 and England in October 2011), sees Septimus and his friends battling the Darke which has engulfed the Castle and everything and everyone in it. The only thing that is standing in between is Merrin Meredith and his gang of Things and his Darke Dragon. Alther Mella has been Banished (together with Tertius Fume) and Septimus wants to release him from the Darke Halls thinking he could help in undoing the Darke. When Marcia Overstrand, the ExtraOrdinary Wizard undoes the Darke spell with the help of the Paired Codes, all is well. Beetle becomes Chief Hermetic Scribe; Simon is reunited with his family after leaving his past behind and Princess Jenna is happy that the Palace and Castle are back to normal.</div>
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The seventh and final novel, Fyre (published in April 2013), sees the cast featuring the toughest challenges yet as Septimus nears the end of his ExtraOrdinary Wizard training. The dreaded Two-Faced Ring has been captured, but remains a grave threat, and must be plunged into the Alchemical Fyre for it to be destroyed for good. The ring, however, holds a threat far greater than most realize, and the restarting of the Fyre is, in itself, quite dangerous.</div>
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Once upon a time, there lived a herd of eighty thousand elephants at the bottom of the majestic Himalayas. Their leader was a magnificent and rare white elephant who was an extremely kind-hearten soul. He greatly loved his mother who had grown blind and feeble and could not look out for herself.</div>
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Each day this white elephant would go deep into the forest in search of food. He would look for the best of wild fruit to send to his mother. But alas, his mother never received any. This was because his messengers would always eat them up themselves. Each night, when he returned home he would be surprised to hear that his mother had been starving all day. He was absolutely disgusted with his herd.</div>
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It so happened that one day, when the white elephant was feeding he heard loud cries. A forester from Benaras had lost his way in the forest and was absolutely terrified. He had come to the area to visit relatives and could not find his way out.</div>
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On seeing this big white elephant he was even more terrified and ran as fast as he could. The elephant followed him and told him not to be afraid, as all he wanted to do was to help him. He asked the forester why he was crying so bitterly. The forester replied that he was crying because he had been roaming the forest for the past seven days and could not find his way out.</div>
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The elephant told him not to worry as he knew every inch of this forest and could take him to safety. He then lifted him on to his back and carried him to the edge of the forest from where the forester went on his merry way back to Benaras.</div>
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On reaching the city, he heard that King Brahmadutta’s personal elephant had just died and the King was looking for a new elephant. His heralds were roaming the city, announcing that any man who had seen or heard of an elephant fit for a King should come forward with the information.</div>
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The forester was very excited and immediately went up to the King and told him about the white elephant that he had seen on Mount Candorana. He told him that he had marked the way and would require the help of the elephant trainers in order to catch this fantastic elephant.</div>
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The King was quite pleased with the information and immediately dispatched a number of soldiers and elephant trainers along with the forester. After travelling for many days, the group reached the lake besides which the elephants resided. They slowly moved down to the edge of the lake and hid behind the bushes. The white elephant was collecting lotus shoots for his mother’s meal and could sense the presence of humans. When he looked up, he spotted the forester and realized that it was he who had led the King’s men to him. He was very upset at the ingratitude but decided that if he put up a struggle many of the men would be killed. And he was just too kind to hurt anyone. So he decided to go along with them to Benaras and then request the benevolent King to be set free.</div>
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That night when the white elephant did not return home, his mother was very worried. She had heard all the commotion outside and had guessed that the King’s men had taken away her son. She was scared that the King would ride him in to battle and her son would definitely be killed. She was also worried that there would be no one to look after her or even feed her, as she could not see. She just lay down and cried bitterly.</div>
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Meanwhile her son was led in to the beautiful city of Benaras where he was given a grand reception. The whole city was decorated and his own stable was gaily painted and covered with garlands of fragrant flowers. The trainers laid out a feast for their new state elephant who refused to touch a morsel. He did not respond to any kind of stimuli, be it the fragrant flowers or the beautiful and comfortable stable. He just sat there looking completely despondent.</div>
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The worried trainers went straight to report the situation to their King, as they were scared that the elephant would just waste away without any food or water. The King was extremely concerned when he heard what they had to say and went to the stable himself. He offered the elephant food from the royal table and asked him why he grieved in this manner. He thought that the elephant should be proud and honored that he was chosen as the state elephant and would get the opportunity to serve his King.</div>
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The compassionate King was touched by the elephant’s story and asked him to return to his blind, old mother and take care of her as he had been doing all along. He set him free in love and kindness. The happy elephant went running home as fast as he could. And he was relieved to find that his mother was still alive. He filled his trunk with water and poured it over his sick mother who thought that it was raining. Then she cried out as she thought that some evil spirit had come to harm her and wished and prayed that her son was there to save her.</div>
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The white elephant gently bent over his blind mother and stroked her lovingly. She immediately recognized his touch and was overjoyed. Her son lifted her up and told her that the kind and compassionate King of Benaras had set him free and he was here to love and look after his mother forever.</div>
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His mother was absolutely thrilled and blessed the kind King with peace, prosperity and joy till the end of his days. She was so thankful to him for sending her son back home. The white elephant was able to take good care of his mother till the day she died. And when he died himself, the King erected a statue of him by the side of the lake and held an annual elephant festival there in memory of such a caring and noble soul.</div>
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A 10-year-old boy decided to study judo despite the fact that he had lost his left arm in a devastating car accident.</div>
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The boy began lessons with an old Japanese judo master. The boy was doing well, so he couldn’t understand why, after three months of training the master had taught him only one move. “Sensei,”(Teacher in Japanese) the boy finally said, “Shouldn’t I be learning more moves?” “This is the only move you know, but this is the only move you’ll ever need to know,” the sensei replied.</div>
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My questing hand explored his hard rod through his briefs. I gently rubbed him while I stepped out my shoes and kicked away my jeans. Now, I was naked and squirming gently against him as we tongue kissed again. My hand was inside his pants feeling his warm hard rod. Slipping lower I held his smooth balls, then returned to stroke and fondle his cock some more.
He pushed me in the bed and watched Stuart strip off his underwear. He joined me in the bed for a full frontal naked cuddle, our hard cocks rubbing against each other. He bent his head and suckled on my nipple and soon we were fondling each other's cock and balls, slow wanking each other and french kissing.
We sixty-nined. I got his eager cock in my mouth and after rolling my tongue round the head, sucked him slow and deep. Stuart's hands were on my butt cheeks pulling my cock into his mouth while his fingers explored my crack. I shifted my leg to open the way for his hands and soon his finger ran over my boy hole. Liking what it found it circled the ring.
My ass cheeks tingled and I clenched moaning happily. My body was calling as I rubbed my face in his pubes and licked his cock and balls.
I could hear him fumbling in a drawer as I sucked him, my head in his lap. He took a long sniff then said "Try this" and offered me the a small brown bottle. As I sat up and accepted the offer, Stuart grabbed the lube and condoms. After a long breath on both of my nasal opening, Stuart kissed me as he lay me down then straddled my face to go down on my hard hot rod and naked balls again. </span></span></pre>
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The popper's rush began almost instantly and I felt overwhelmed. My libido was shooting up as he rubbed his genitals into my face. Soon, I turned into a horny, slavering demon, eagerly slurping and licking and sucking at Stuart as he fingered my ring once more with a well lubed finger.
I was lost in a musky passion where my whole world was cock and balls and my longing to be filled. I opened willingly to the probing of his stiff finger as he slipped into my mancunt. I moaned happily as his finger went slipping in and out of my tight hole while I greedily suckled on his cock through the rush.
"I want you to fuck me" I whispered.
"Of course I'm going to fuck you," he replied.
In answer, I turned around so I was laying in bed... my legs outside his. He wrapped his hands around both our cocks and rubbed them together. His cock was quite big in comparison to my own.
He offered the bottle again urging me to take another whiff as he grabbed a condom and carefully unrolled it over his prick. I become light headed as he smothered his sheathed cock with lube. I raised my legs pulling Stuart on top of me, then he was kneeling between my thighs, my legs over his shoulders, my ass raised on a couple of pillows, and his cock standing stiffly ready to enter my offered ring.
He sniffed on his poppers and held the bottle for me again. As I inhaled, I felt a cold shock on my love hole as Stuart applied a generous amount of lube. The poppers rush started just as he was pushing into me. I was riding a storm of sensation and pleasure as he thrust in and out of me. I was clenching on him as he pushed in pulled out. My boy flower relaxed and yielded as he pushed back into me.
He gasped and steadied into the rhythm of my milking muscle control, then gradually increased the pace until I couldn't keep up. I lay opened up to him and helpless in my ecstasy as he pleasured himself thrusting into me. I was being fucked at last.
I was playing my cock as Stuart fucked me to the verge of cumming. He kept me hanging on, eased off his climax, and found the poppers again. We both inhaled deeply then he was driving even harder into me than before while I was opened up more than ever. Stuart was bringing himself off in me, a look of intense concentration on his face.
I was keeping pace with him this time, bringing myself to orgasm in sync with him. Then I was so horny, I knew I would soon cum from Stuart's ass fucking alone. Our swollen cocks at last released their load, mine spurting cum over my chest while him thrust hard up my ass, released deep inside me.
He kissed me tenderly on the lips then carefully pulled out and wrapped the filled condom in a tissue. As we embraced our soft and tender cocks rubbed wetly together. I turned on my side and he cuddled me from behind, his soft genitals pressing warmly against my fleshy ass cheeks. His hand cupped my balls and cock and he kissed me in my neck as he gently massaged my balls, stirring my cock back into life. As it stiffened in his hand, Stuart started gently pushing himself against my ass cheeks.
Soon I could feel his hard rod sliding up and down my well lubricated crack as he slowly wanked me. I lifted my leg and draped it back over him, then reached down under my balls and caught his rod in my hand, putting another condom and steering the head towards my boy cunt. Stuart pushed in an inch or so, then pulled out again, slow wanking me all the time.
I was pushing back against him, wanting him deep in me again. He drilled his cock deep in my ass again then whispered in my ear.
"You need a good deep fucking, and that's what you're going to get."
I stiffened even more and tightened my ring on his cock at his words.
"How do you want me?" I asked submissively. He pulled out of me and arranged me face down with my legs drawn up under me and my ass high in the air in a dramatic pose of willing surrender.
As he knelt behind me I inhaled a large draft of poppers again and passed the bottle back over my shoulder to him. When he had finished with it, he passed it to me and I took another deep toke before replacing the bottle on his bedside table. My face burried on the pillows, my ass raised and inviting intrusion I waited for Stuart to take me doggie style.
Then he was in me, hands gripping my hips, pushing up my boyflower further and harder than before. I was pure bliss and wild ecstasy as Stuart’s cock drove in and out of me. I lost the reality. I reveled in Stuart's selfish use of my body as he pounded into me in a vigorous sprint to orgasm.
As he stiffened, he pulled my hips hard to him, thrusting deep into me, emptying himself the second time.
He crumpled on top of me, his softening cock still nestling in the relaxed muscles of my warm and swollen hole, his weight pressing my hard cock firm against the mattress.
I felt warm and complete. He stirred himself and carefully holding the condom on his softened cock, slipped out of me. We cuddled, his soft wet cock rubbing against my hot hardness as our hands explored each other. Soon I was slow wanking my straining rod as he kissed my lips.
I never felt so open, so given, so surrendered in my longing as I was in this sea of pleasure. Then Stuart's mouth was on my cock and I was captive in incredible pleasure. I felt my orgasm building even as I found more of myself to surrender to the sensations flowing through me.
Under Stuart's warm and skilled attention my loins felt opened like a flower and soon my spunk was flooding out of me, into his mouth.
He lay on top of me and we kissed, my mouth opening to receive my own cum as our tongues wrestled in the salty fluid, our soft and tender cocks rubbing together. Drifting into sleep, we turned on our sides, and I lay cuddled by him, his soft warm cock nestling in my bubble butt. He dozed off first sleeping soundly before me. As I drifted off I put Stuart’s hand around my cock. </span></span></pre>
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