Kinky Fuckery, Four

Someone dropped the bottle of lube forcing us to come back to reality.

I look around the room.

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.

He nodded and grinned when I looked at him. I smiled back in reply.

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.

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?

This is a group party after all.

"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.

"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. 

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.

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."

My insides jumped in elation.

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.

With a boyish grin, he took the lube from my hands.

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.

Leo repositioned himself back into my thigh rubbing his raging hardon against my skin while he nibbled on my erect nipples.

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. 

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

I can't stop squirming with pleasure.

Precum continued to flow out of my cock and into my abs. Then with both of his hands he spread my asscheeks as much as he can and sank his tongue in my ass again running wild. 

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Kinky Fuckery, Three

I can feel his strong, skillful finger massage my tight, moist butt-hole. I moan. My body shakes.

"Relax, Silvan, you are doing well!" Leo encouraged.

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. 

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. 

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.

And I wanted more. 

I needed more. 

I ached for more. 

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. 

I tried to keep my feelings in check but I began to crack. His teasing was too much. 

"Claim me, Leo." I pleaded. 

He looked at me in wonder. I love it when he makes eye contact. It was genuine. It was real. 

Leo smirked and said "Do you like this?" and sinked his fingers in the depths of my boypussy. 

"Do you want more?" 

I barely mumbled a yes between moans. With one quick move, he slid his body between my thighs without ever pulling his fingers from me. 

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. 

A fourth finger entered me, stretching my manhole to its limits. "Oh Shit!" I cried. My ass was on fire. 

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. 

He continued to finger fuck me while I rocked my hips back and forth in pure delight. I was getting so close, and Leo knew it.

Then he stopped. 

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.

He climbed up and gave me warm, affectionate embraces. "Good boy!" He congratulated. "You have no idea how hot you are making me."

"I'm pleased that you are enjoying this." I smiled.

"Very much!" Leo answered.

His reply made me go crazy inside. Now, I wanted to please him as much as he has pleased me. 

I held his face in my warm hands and announced. "My turn now."

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.

I started kissing his neck. 

Then his ears.

Then his throat. 

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. I heard him moan. It was music to my ears. 

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. 

His smell shoot me of the roof. It was like a drug. It made me want him even more.

I then went further down licking and kissing his body to the tune of his groan.

"Damn! Silvan!" He murmured. “You are mine.”

I took his cock in my hand and began kissing it slowly. I watched him watch me warm his icehard dick with my breath. 

Now, it's my turn.

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. 

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. Groaning with Leo's dick in my mouth, I was truly in heaven.  

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.

Sub-par but fulfilling none the less.

My hands left Leo's hips, reached up and grabbed his firm chest. It was not muscular but it was substantially bigger than mine. His magnificent nipples erects at my slightest touch. I kneaded them in my hands as he mumbled pleasantries. 

Soon, Leo had developed a steady rhythm, regularly finding the back of my throat as he rammed his cock in my mouth. He was a talker and a moaner. He lavished such praise at my lips and tongue, it caused me to redouble my efforts at pleasing him.

However, before I knew it, three guys had abandoned the cute chinito, which was still getting banged, and now are watching us fuck.

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Kinky Fuckery, Two

"You're not going anywhere tonight." Leo announced solemnly with a malicious grin. "I am going to take care of you Silvan." 

"You are going to suck me and I am going to fuck you however I want." 

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.

Leo quickly stirred me from my momentary bliss by twisting my nipples behind my neatly pressed, longsleeved button down shirt.

I bit my lips and nodded making sure he knows I was clearly excited.

"I am yours. I'll do anything you want." I whispered.

"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." 

I nodded again.

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. 

I want him.

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.

He kissed my bulge again and again and again, his lips pressing deep into my manmeat until I giggled. Boys will be boys.

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. 

I wanted to grab it but I resisted.

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. 

He lead me to a corner and bent down to whisper in my ear, "Lay there.” 

I obeyed.  

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. 

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. 

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.

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. 

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.

The moment my left foot released my underwear, he raised my underwear into his face and smelled it. 

Boy it was fucking hot! 

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.

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. 

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.

I needed more.

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. 

We hugged each other tight while we kissed without any reservations.

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. 

"Damn Silvan, you are so fuckin' hot!" He said. 

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. 

I spread my legs to give him access and moaned to show my appreciation.  

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Kinky Fuckery

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.

Given the choice, I would have worn something smashing yet easy to remove and quick to put on.

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.

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.

That is until the party really started.

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.

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.

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.

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.    

"I'm Leo." He smiled as if my clumsy greeting never happened.

"Silvan." I replied confidently.

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.

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.

It 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.

The empty 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. 

Then he leaned over and I just closed my eyes as he kissed me softly.

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Sometimes

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.

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.

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.

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.

Sometimes, happiness comes from short-term sadness.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Sometimes, happiness is found when everything you wanted gets taken away from you.

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.

Happiness comes when you stop caring about what’s happening around you and start caring about what’s happening inside you.

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Quickie: Ryan

As the flat door closed behind us, shutting off the noise from the busy Mandaluyong street far below, Ryan pulled me to him.

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.

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.

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.

I steadied myself on his shoulders watching his head move as he worked my cock.

I moaned happily as he greedily suckled my cock. I watch him as his free hand reached for his cock and 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 .

Soon, I could hear the change in his breathing, I knew he was about to blow his load. He became more sporadic and forceful. I fucked his mouth harder until it's time for me to empty my load.  

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.

I started to feel something warm in my legs signalling that he cummed too. 

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.

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.

I tried to think back and reminisce the seduction but I couldn't. 

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.

Almost. 

Everything took less than an hour.

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Seventh Son of the Seventh Son

Another book series completed!

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.

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.

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.

My copy of the Angie Sage Heptalogy

Magyk

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.

Flyte

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.

Physik

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.

Queste

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.

Syren

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.

Darke

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.

Fyre

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.

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Ahas

I rarely get mad.

But when I do, hell freezes over.

Your foul reputation precedes you. However, I still gave you the benefit of the doubt... you deserve far more less.

I guess that was my first mistake.

On the first and the only time we were introduced to each other, I witnessed your dreadful piece of work. Your deficiency in good manners and your apparent lack of class was so laughable, it was only matched by your desperately tactless attempts to fit in.

And even after all that, you barely made a fart noise.

You were history, the rest of us moved on.

And then this happens.

I tried to understand where you are coming from.

God knows I did.

Why target me? Why target us? What's your motivation behind this? I was fairly nice to you and if my memory serves me right (which it almost always do), we never had an argument that escalated significantly despite of you being obnoxious.

In fact, we never had an argument at all.

I kept you in my social media circle for the longest time because your existence was very negligible and your "user-friendliness", affecting me critically, never crossed my mind.

That was my second mistake.

Don't expect for a third mistake. You have less than a week to justify your actions. After that, get ready asshole cause there will be hell to pay.

And by the time I'm done with you, no amount of high-end make-up can save your sorry, social climbing ass!

You messed with the wrong person, dude!

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Dude 500

It took me more than a week before I sent him a message

We briefly met when he dropped by our garage sale. After much haggling and subtle flirting, he bought one of my sneakers I barely used. (click for the story here)

He unapologetically scribbled his number on the five hundred peso bill he paid me which I quickly saved in my mobile phone before I gave the vandalized currency to my sister who was manning the make shift cash register.

He failed to scribble his name so I wittingly named him “Dude 500”.

He looked rather damn good! Though, a couple of inches shorter than me, he was very well built with a decently broad shoulders slightly tapering off down his slim waist. He had short shaved black locks and a fine ass. One that just makes you want to touch and grab it. His eyes, though not my preferred Asian chinito, was still beautiful. And when it was framed by his eyeglasses, he nailed that nerdy hot, boy next door look.

To be honest, I totally forgot about him. It was only by accident that the memory of our swift (and very professional) meet up came back into my mind when I was browse through my phone directory searching for another contact and saw his name.

I really don’t know whether I should send him a message and fulfill my promise or just ignore him, count him as a collateral and delete his number.

My values won and started our conversation on an appreciative note.

“Hi! Thank you for buying my pre-loved shoes last week. I hope you like it =).”

He replied the next day.

Dude 500: Don’t forget that Fridge Magnet you threw in for free.

Silvan: Woah! That was fast!

Dude 500: Look who’s talking.

Silvan: Just kidding.

Dude 500: No worries =). I was busy at work. What’s your excuse?

Silvan: Ditto!

Dude 500: You must be verrrrrrry busy.

Silvan: With the renovation and work? I am… and I am sooooooorry.

Dude: Hahaha! You are funny. I like it. Love the shirt BTW. It fits me perfectly.

Silvan: Nice! Glad to know that some of my things has found the right owner.

Dude 500: I would love to show it to you sometime.

Silvan: I would love to!

We decided to meet up after much compromise and rearrangement of schedules between the both of us.

Three weeks later, a movie and a very smart conversation over a cup of overpaid and overrated coffee, we found ourselves inside the motel room both naked in bed trying to get more comfortable with each other.

He held my hand and looked into my eyes before leaning over and landed his soft lips in my silently hesitant mouth. 

I fell silent and melted away.

After a long session of light Frenching, we began doing it hardcore. I can feel his hard on pressing on my tummy so I slipped my hand down to grab it. I felt a decently size monster lurking down there.

He let out a barely audible moan and smiled at me. The smell of his well tanned body was intoxicating. The fragrance of Clinique Happy mixed with his own natural Jock smell sent me through the roof.

I took over and went on top of him.

I licked his neck paying longer attention on tonguing his Adam's Apple. Each time he swallowed, I felt his Adam's Apple move in his neck. I smelled his skin, inhaling the odor of his manliness. I reached down to rub his cock and felt a wet spot of pre-cum on the tip of his raging hard on. I moved down to his nipples as he started to get into it. He was moaning so loud by the time I choked his boy pole, grin at him and dived down to give him a blowjob he could never forget. The smell of his manhood sent me over the edge and I began sucking on him like I was an animal. I went crazy for his cock.

My cock was rock hard and needed my attention as well. He noticed that my hand reached for my cock and started stroking it while I suck him.

He then stopped me and said, “My turn to suck you.” He stood up and offered his hand urging me to follow him. He then urged me stand up and pushed me against the wall and started playing at my nipples. I quickly went bezerk and answered his muffled moans with my own all the while playing with his hair.

Then the moment he slowly kneeled and put my cock in his mouth, I lost it and my knees gaved in.

He giggled and threw me in the bed. We kissed again before he whispered, "I wanna fuck you hard!” 

I grinned and spread my legs to give him access to my manflower. He aimed his cock at my ass with lustful intentions. He  tore into my guts with his cock as I whimpered and moaned in pleasure. He fucked me well into the night mumbling and moaning dirty talks like how my ass felt so good or how my boycunt is all warm and tight.

I felt his skin. I rubbed his nipples while looking at his face and how lustily enjoying every thrust in me. His smooth flesh, all warm, and muscled made me hungry for him even more.

He was thrusting in and out, feeling my warmth from my inside for what it seems like forever.

Then his phone rang.

Again.

And again.

I asked him to stopped for a while and pick it up as it might be an emergency assuring him that my tight boyhole will hungrily wait for him.

He grabbed his phone, looked at the screen and took it in the bathroom advising me not to turn on the TV.

I was never the one to eavesdrop anyone but the silence of the motel room was only broken by some barely audible noise from the bathroom. Though I did not understand what they were talking about, my ear caught words like “Yes Babe”, “I miss you” and “I love you”.

That horny fucker is already in a relationship... and obviously cheating.

Though we agree to meet up with a mindset that it’s just for one night only, I never wanted to play around with someone that already has a partner.  

When he opened that toilet, placed his phone back on the table and went on top of me, all I wanted was for us to get it done and over with.

I tried to get back in the zone to an enormous effort but every time I look at his beautiful face, every time he thrust his manhood, all I can think of is his partner patiently waiting for him.

I’ve been that guy when my ex fucked around on the side and it’s not a good feeling.

I wished I never heard him.

After a while he took me down doggie style and continued pounding my man hole. "AAHHH, OOHHH, Oh fuck, god damn! He moaned.

I buried my face in the pillow occasionally letting out a fake moan until he cummed and he collapsed by my side beyond satisfied.

“Tangina! Sarap mo!” He complemented as he catch his breath.

I flashed a weak smile.  

“There was something different though after my boyfriend called.” He declared without any remorse or guilt.

“Nawala lang siguro sa momentum.” I lied.

He held my hands, laid in my chest and grabbed a quick snooze before he took a shower. We still have a couple of hours on the room so I opted not to leave whilst he would come home to his waiting lover.

Before heading out, he planted a very wet kiss in my lips and proposed “We should do this again sometime.”

“Keep in touch!” I answered.

Alone in the motel, it got me thinking maybe gay men are really designed to fuck around. Like straight men, they are genetically predisposed to spread around their genes. In gay men’s case, spread around their cum.

My phone vibrated. It was a text from him.

“Thanks for a great day! I had a fuckin’ blast. Next time dun tayo sa bahay namin.”

I thought of myself and realized. After all the hardships I’ve been through, I’m still that naive and ignorant boy who never grew up and still believe in happily ever after.

“Ask me again when you are single.” I replied