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I can't get enough of What's My Name featuring Drake. I love her an her stunning red hair. But is it just me or are more people using these hot dance beats. Do you like it or not?
Just some new stuff. I promise I'll upload some more stories in the next week. Don't punish me jut yet. XD. Heck Christmas is coming soon maybe I'll do one for the season be a little festive. Whaddya think? :D.
In the mean time be cute and latez.
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Friday, November 19, 2010
Sunday, November 7, 2010
A New One
This one has been edited and re-edited and re-edited for a trillion times. Now I know I promised some new series but I have a lot of things on my plate. Depression and teenage life do not go well hand in hand. But we strive everyday.
However I am posting this story up. It was in fact one of my first stories I actually wrote. It was inspired by a guy I had a crush on. 'Tis SAD. I know. I tweaked his character a bit. He is into sport but not into boxing. He just watches boxing a lot.
Sigh
If you were mine. A guy could wish right. Smile.
Anywho this is the story I hope you enjoy.
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Party Drama
I stared into his brown eyes. They were close enough to notice the pugilistic steeliness in them. They were genuine, unflinching. It wasn’t a joke. And he wasn’t drunk.
“Aaron?” I choked.
I almost fell back as I nervously forced out the question behind the lump forming in my throat. A strong hand caught the small of my back. I melted into it.
He bit at his lips as he alternated his brown eyes from my eyes to my lips.
Uncomfortable, I tried squirmed out of his arm. But his grip locked around me, his fingers securing it on my ribs.
I could feel his breath as he lowered his lips onto mine. They locked. His heavy body pushed mine onto the cold dusty ground. He slid his arm from under me. A hard hand caught one of my dangling legs and pulled it around his waist. I felt a hard lump rub slowly between my legs.
I groaned and pulled my lips away. Our eyes met again for a moment.
“I promise I won’t,” he said, half-pleading to continue kissing.
“No, Aaron,” I pushed him off, “What are you doing? Your boxing?”
“Don’t think about that?” he shoved himself at me.
“No,” and turned my face away.
Warm, wet lips met my neck. They kissed it and kissed again then again going further down my neck every time.
“Aaron, you can’t be gay,” I managed to gasp in the intimacy of the moment.
The kissing stopped and then he slowly rose off me.
I propped myself on my elbows. I peered over the ledge it was a little way down but substantial enough to cause damage after abruptly ending the descent with the concrete floor waiting below.
Aaron slid off the ledge and caught the ground with his feet like Spiderman.
“Aaron,” I called, he began walking away.
I knew how badly it would jeopardise his boxing career. There were no gay boxers. I hardly knew him. All I knew about him was from my friend who knew him. She just invited me as her plus one because her boyfriend broke up with her. And I wanted to go to a party for the longest while since my newly gotten independence.
I hated drama.
The party had now moved to the pool that was peeking through the brushes adjacent to the deck. The night was rolling over into morning and I had gone over to the ledge of the elevated deck where the party had begun to get away from the noise.
Party noises floated all the way over here, I could still hear that the party still life. The laughs were louder now, the topic of the jokes were slowly slipping into mundane silliness brought about by a burgeoning alcohol-fuelled buzz.
I sighed and tried to get over the fact that the first time I would kiss a guy was spoiled by my own damned self. And the worst part was that he was so good looking.
In the distance, I saw him peel off his shirt and throw it in the basin that welcomed people to the poolside. His dark skin was tantalising. He looked back at me just before he disappeared behind the brushes that cordoned off the pool area from the massive hill mansion.
“Ayo.”
I tore my eyes away and snapped around just before I saw Aaron put his finger on his lips. I looked up. It was Yates, Aaron’s manager. Then I turned back to catch a glimpse of Aaron disappearing into the pool area.
“Yates!” the words shot out of my mouth. My body started to tremble. I forgot he had been inside.
I shot up to my feet hoping as I did it would block Yates from seeing Aaron disappearing into the poolside.
Yates, draped with a sleeping robe, was standing outside the deck’s large glass sliding doors. On his right hand his small finger was studded with a massive gold ring, quite reminiscent of those celluloid Mafiosos.
He looked around. The mansion was his. This party for Aaron and his championship win.
“Great party, huh?”
I shook my head.
"Aren’t you going to the pool?” his eyebrows rose, as he brought the drink in his hands to his lips.
“Yeah,” the images of Aaron’s warmth and his body pressing close to mine were immediately erased. Exorcising them brought some kind of relief to the building guilt that was stifling my entire body.
“Well go on, boy,” his tone was rough.
I turned off at the order and began to descend the stairs when his next words hooked me like an unsuspecting fish nibbling on the free lunch that had just infiltrated his part of the pond only to be yanked out of the water and into death.
“I told him to stop fooling around with boys. You did something brave there, youth.
Since he became superstar nobody could tell him no.”
The words were seemed like inconsequential words hanging on an individual nonsensical thread. Even after Yates returned inside with a goodnight I was still frozen, one foot on the last step I’d stepped down from and the other on the next.
Minutes flew past me in my stupor.
“I thought you were going.”
Dripping wet, glistening dark skin, tall, defined and toned, Aaron stood drying himself at the bottom of the stair.
“Yates—“
“Yates told you,” he turned his face up in a frown.
One bare foot took the first step then he slowly made his ascent toward me. He shook his head and looked down on the floor. I couldn’t stop my hand as it came up to his face. I caressed his cheek.
“How long’d you know?”
He swallowed and breathed in hard, and then he grabbed my leg up and with amazing strength lifted me off the ground and slammed me into the wall. He shoved his lips onto mine forcing me to open mine. A hot wet tongue penetrated my mouth, coaxing an eagerly waiting one to slide past it.
He locked our fingers and brought them up above my head. His hand left them and trailed down my sides as he freed my hands I wrapped them around his wide shoulders and neck as much as I could and felt his hands invade my jeans. They grabbed my butt as he thrust himself into me softly. I wrapped my legs around his waist and felt his hard erection stab my crotch. He unzipped it as I bit my bottom lip.
He looked boldly into my eyes and grinned as he tore off my belt and tore open my crotch. His other hand hiked up my shirt and snapped off each button. When he was finished it joined the other one on its conquest of my groin and pulled down my briefs.
His hands moved to his own pants. A hard totem sprung up as it was let out from its silken prison. He bit his lips and whispered, ‘Like it?’, with a cheeky smile.
I nodded sheepishly and he shoved his face into mine thrusting his eager tongue down my throat. I knew that all he could think about was where he could put that hungry monster between his hard thighs.
He pulled my pants off and then my briefs. I grasped tighter around his neck and shoulder waiting from the painful breaching.
It came. I tore from his lips and got ready to scream but was covered by a quick hand.
He rammed it deeper into me without a care. It was only now did I realised what I’d gotten myself into as I watch at him anxiously dart his eyes here and there scoping for any intruders that might reveal our little tryst.
He turned back at me. Tear-filled eyes looked back at him. The pain was immense yet still inside me was a feeling that was indescribable I’d never felt it before. Was it pleasure?
He let his hand free slowly then pulled my head into his neck.
“Scream there,” he commanded as he savagely knifed me with his penis.
He passed his hands over places I hadn’t known was erogenous. My taut nipples felt a pinch that sent roaring waves of pleasure across my chest. I released my buried face and looked into the night sky and let out a gasp as a familiar feeling came then intensified beyond anything I’d ever felt. My ears felt like they’d pop.
Aaron let out an animal grunt, tightening his grip on my thighs. He looked into my eyes then pulled himself out.
He lowered my feet onto the ground as we caught our breaths. Something cold and wet drained down the side of my leg.
Aaron took up the towel and cleaned up the small mess on his rippling abs. Then he kissed me as he wiped up the mess between my legs. Inside was on fire, but his embrace abated the pain somehow.
Then the kisses stopped and I found myself redressed; weakly sliding down the wall as
I watched him ascend the stairs. For a moment there was silence then I saw light click on and dash across the deck illuminating the ground. Then there was screaming. Something fell with a crash and then Aaron flew past me.
Weak, I looked at him run past and tried to get up. Then I looked up the stairs.
Yates’ steely gaze froze me. He looked down in disgust as if he’d known what Aaron had done.
Then I felt it, the guilt, it was like I had been violated—raped.
“Drew,” I heard a familiar voice call out.
I was halfway over the ground, half-stooping over the stairs. It was Nora.
“You ready?” she asked with a furrowed brow looking up at Yates.
“Yeah,” I said forcing a speedy recovery. I quickly straightened up and looked at the bottom of the stairs.
Nora was in for a treat for the drive back home.
However I am posting this story up. It was in fact one of my first stories I actually wrote. It was inspired by a guy I had a crush on. 'Tis SAD. I know. I tweaked his character a bit. He is into sport but not into boxing. He just watches boxing a lot.
Sigh
If you were mine. A guy could wish right. Smile.
Anywho this is the story I hope you enjoy.
--------------------------------------
Party Drama
I stared into his brown eyes. They were close enough to notice the pugilistic steeliness in them. They were genuine, unflinching. It wasn’t a joke. And he wasn’t drunk.
“Aaron?” I choked.
I almost fell back as I nervously forced out the question behind the lump forming in my throat. A strong hand caught the small of my back. I melted into it.
He bit at his lips as he alternated his brown eyes from my eyes to my lips.
Uncomfortable, I tried squirmed out of his arm. But his grip locked around me, his fingers securing it on my ribs.
I could feel his breath as he lowered his lips onto mine. They locked. His heavy body pushed mine onto the cold dusty ground. He slid his arm from under me. A hard hand caught one of my dangling legs and pulled it around his waist. I felt a hard lump rub slowly between my legs.
I groaned and pulled my lips away. Our eyes met again for a moment.
“I promise I won’t,” he said, half-pleading to continue kissing.
“No, Aaron,” I pushed him off, “What are you doing? Your boxing?”
“Don’t think about that?” he shoved himself at me.
“No,” and turned my face away.
Warm, wet lips met my neck. They kissed it and kissed again then again going further down my neck every time.
“Aaron, you can’t be gay,” I managed to gasp in the intimacy of the moment.
The kissing stopped and then he slowly rose off me.
I propped myself on my elbows. I peered over the ledge it was a little way down but substantial enough to cause damage after abruptly ending the descent with the concrete floor waiting below.
Aaron slid off the ledge and caught the ground with his feet like Spiderman.
“Aaron,” I called, he began walking away.
I knew how badly it would jeopardise his boxing career. There were no gay boxers. I hardly knew him. All I knew about him was from my friend who knew him. She just invited me as her plus one because her boyfriend broke up with her. And I wanted to go to a party for the longest while since my newly gotten independence.
I hated drama.
The party had now moved to the pool that was peeking through the brushes adjacent to the deck. The night was rolling over into morning and I had gone over to the ledge of the elevated deck where the party had begun to get away from the noise.
Party noises floated all the way over here, I could still hear that the party still life. The laughs were louder now, the topic of the jokes were slowly slipping into mundane silliness brought about by a burgeoning alcohol-fuelled buzz.
I sighed and tried to get over the fact that the first time I would kiss a guy was spoiled by my own damned self. And the worst part was that he was so good looking.
In the distance, I saw him peel off his shirt and throw it in the basin that welcomed people to the poolside. His dark skin was tantalising. He looked back at me just before he disappeared behind the brushes that cordoned off the pool area from the massive hill mansion.
“Ayo.”
I tore my eyes away and snapped around just before I saw Aaron put his finger on his lips. I looked up. It was Yates, Aaron’s manager. Then I turned back to catch a glimpse of Aaron disappearing into the pool area.
“Yates!” the words shot out of my mouth. My body started to tremble. I forgot he had been inside.
I shot up to my feet hoping as I did it would block Yates from seeing Aaron disappearing into the poolside.
Yates, draped with a sleeping robe, was standing outside the deck’s large glass sliding doors. On his right hand his small finger was studded with a massive gold ring, quite reminiscent of those celluloid Mafiosos.
He looked around. The mansion was his. This party for Aaron and his championship win.
“Great party, huh?”
I shook my head.
"Aren’t you going to the pool?” his eyebrows rose, as he brought the drink in his hands to his lips.
“Yeah,” the images of Aaron’s warmth and his body pressing close to mine were immediately erased. Exorcising them brought some kind of relief to the building guilt that was stifling my entire body.
“Well go on, boy,” his tone was rough.
I turned off at the order and began to descend the stairs when his next words hooked me like an unsuspecting fish nibbling on the free lunch that had just infiltrated his part of the pond only to be yanked out of the water and into death.
“I told him to stop fooling around with boys. You did something brave there, youth.
Since he became superstar nobody could tell him no.”
The words were seemed like inconsequential words hanging on an individual nonsensical thread. Even after Yates returned inside with a goodnight I was still frozen, one foot on the last step I’d stepped down from and the other on the next.
Minutes flew past me in my stupor.
“I thought you were going.”
Dripping wet, glistening dark skin, tall, defined and toned, Aaron stood drying himself at the bottom of the stair.
“Yates—“
“Yates told you,” he turned his face up in a frown.
One bare foot took the first step then he slowly made his ascent toward me. He shook his head and looked down on the floor. I couldn’t stop my hand as it came up to his face. I caressed his cheek.
“How long’d you know?”
He swallowed and breathed in hard, and then he grabbed my leg up and with amazing strength lifted me off the ground and slammed me into the wall. He shoved his lips onto mine forcing me to open mine. A hot wet tongue penetrated my mouth, coaxing an eagerly waiting one to slide past it.
He locked our fingers and brought them up above my head. His hand left them and trailed down my sides as he freed my hands I wrapped them around his wide shoulders and neck as much as I could and felt his hands invade my jeans. They grabbed my butt as he thrust himself into me softly. I wrapped my legs around his waist and felt his hard erection stab my crotch. He unzipped it as I bit my bottom lip.
He looked boldly into my eyes and grinned as he tore off my belt and tore open my crotch. His other hand hiked up my shirt and snapped off each button. When he was finished it joined the other one on its conquest of my groin and pulled down my briefs.
His hands moved to his own pants. A hard totem sprung up as it was let out from its silken prison. He bit his lips and whispered, ‘Like it?’, with a cheeky smile.
I nodded sheepishly and he shoved his face into mine thrusting his eager tongue down my throat. I knew that all he could think about was where he could put that hungry monster between his hard thighs.
He pulled my pants off and then my briefs. I grasped tighter around his neck and shoulder waiting from the painful breaching.
It came. I tore from his lips and got ready to scream but was covered by a quick hand.
He rammed it deeper into me without a care. It was only now did I realised what I’d gotten myself into as I watch at him anxiously dart his eyes here and there scoping for any intruders that might reveal our little tryst.
He turned back at me. Tear-filled eyes looked back at him. The pain was immense yet still inside me was a feeling that was indescribable I’d never felt it before. Was it pleasure?
He let his hand free slowly then pulled my head into his neck.
“Scream there,” he commanded as he savagely knifed me with his penis.
He passed his hands over places I hadn’t known was erogenous. My taut nipples felt a pinch that sent roaring waves of pleasure across my chest. I released my buried face and looked into the night sky and let out a gasp as a familiar feeling came then intensified beyond anything I’d ever felt. My ears felt like they’d pop.
Aaron let out an animal grunt, tightening his grip on my thighs. He looked into my eyes then pulled himself out.
He lowered my feet onto the ground as we caught our breaths. Something cold and wet drained down the side of my leg.
Aaron took up the towel and cleaned up the small mess on his rippling abs. Then he kissed me as he wiped up the mess between my legs. Inside was on fire, but his embrace abated the pain somehow.
Then the kisses stopped and I found myself redressed; weakly sliding down the wall as
I watched him ascend the stairs. For a moment there was silence then I saw light click on and dash across the deck illuminating the ground. Then there was screaming. Something fell with a crash and then Aaron flew past me.
Weak, I looked at him run past and tried to get up. Then I looked up the stairs.
Yates’ steely gaze froze me. He looked down in disgust as if he’d known what Aaron had done.
Then I felt it, the guilt, it was like I had been violated—raped.
“Drew,” I heard a familiar voice call out.
I was halfway over the ground, half-stooping over the stairs. It was Nora.
“You ready?” she asked with a furrowed brow looking up at Yates.
“Yeah,” I said forcing a speedy recovery. I quickly straightened up and looked at the bottom of the stairs.
Nora was in for a treat for the drive back home.
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