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[XXX] I'm not a stranger, no, I'm yours [zane] « Thread Started on Jul 25, 2008, 7:39pm »
mr. Blue and his Curiosity
It was a place that Grahame had always felt like he could be undetectable. Invisible like the good in the world that no one could see anymore, the happiness that teens gave away for the new look of scene, the originality that was left behind on the curb next to the chicken bones and pizza crust. Who could notice someone blank stare that would follow their arm as it lay across the table; analyze one’s face as he tries to understand an article. That where Grahame Cember Blue came in. He was the eyes that stalked movement, the curious mind that wanted to know everything behind the pages of a thick novel into the reader. He was past curious, one could call it an obsession. But he was so dazzled by the human nature. Why they did what they did, how they dealt with the many bullets that plowed constantly through one’s body. What did they have, these multi-celled organisms, that made them the highest on the food-chain, the king on the monarchy of the universe? What moved them to kill? Was jealousy, hurt, betrayal thick enough emotions to guide an intelligent being into impulse?
He came to the library not to read about what made the human race the way they were, he had already taken vast amount of print into his head, now he needed to see it in the flesh. He had researched, but how could someone with such moral suddenly sour? Maybe he was so forceful for the answer because in finding the truth he could figure out where he went wrong. It was a sweet lullaby without a happy ending, a bad aftertaste to gain this conscience that he had never had before. These emotions that ran wild through such sentimental people, Grahame had never thought of himself to be someone of that class. He found it to be a weakness. But then someone asked him why he wore his rings. He looked down at the metal, the steel that circled around his musical, long fingers. They each encased a story, whether it be of his past, his ex, his gang, or his late family. They each had a voice. He had a connection with each, he had a weakness. Being here, in VICE, he had let down his walls. He was soon beginning to become human with feelings. He had even felt the wetness of tears on his face once as he thought of the crimes he had done without remorse.
Grahame began his day at the fiction section. He adjusted his scarf, making sure it covered his nose on down, that he decided to where today, he didn’t know why he did but he just didn’t want to be bother with the stares on his faultless face. He knew that he had good breeding. It was a curse that he was born with, the plump lips, the smooth glittered skin, stubborn nose and strong jaw line. He wished that he could exchange it all for a short face with pimples and a crooked nose. Be invisible where no one would notice a ugly dork. But his looks did give him some favours. He had been caught once staring a slightly awkward but sweet girl, if he had the looks he’d wished for he would’ve been slapped, spat on, and given to the authorities. But he had been caught and he got himself a clingy near obsessive blue eyed teenager. All he wanted to know why she wore the pick and black gloves to hid her hands. With the late nights they share he had figured out she was bulimic- the gloves were to hide the marks her teeth made on her knuckles- he had lost interest but was stuck with her. If only he could have disappeared or transformed to a bug on the wall.
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Re: I'm not a stranger, no, I'm yours [zane] « Reply #1 on Jul 25, 2008, 8:17pm »
The seventeen and still young Junior walked into the library that afternoon, looking for some interesting literature to read. The bright blue gaze of the short male lead himself into the library moments before, and took him over to the fiction shelves. He didn't notice and one else there as he padded over to the area with smaller in size chapter books. He looked at a few before finding one about a puppy and its mother. He looked down towards the hard covered, wrapped in plastic, book and read the back as his black mane covered the sides of his face. Decided he wanted to sit and read the book, he looked back up and noticed someone else with a scarf around their face. um.. okay... he thought, swallowing and walking over to a chair and sat down. Opening the book, he's pierced lips mouthed the words as he read.
Minutes later, he got bored and closed the book. Sighing, Zane tossed it on the table in front of him and rubbed his face. Damn... I'm bored. There ain't nothing to do. he said outloid accidently. Looking around, he wondered if anyone hear him, and saw the guy with the scarf around his face again. Rolling his eyes, he stood and took the book over to where it was before and put it back. He never was a reader anyway. He was better at cage dancing in clubs and shopping. Yes, he was probably a tease when he was in a good mood and would do a sex dance for whoever he was about to fuck or whoever was about to fuck him. He would probably make a good double cage dancer, but he didn't really think about it. He liked the personal dancing for his lovers.
Sighing, he decided he better talk to scarf-boy and make a friend. From what he saw, he was cute, but the scarf made him look like a retard. Shoving his hands in his hoodie pockets, he walked over to the scarf-boy and studied his appearance for a minute. Um, hi.. I'm Zane. I'm new here. he said, moving the black hair out of his gorgeous blue eyes. Why do you wear that scarf? It makes you look like a retard. What evers under it surely isn't that bad... unless you have herpes or something.. but then I wouldn't even show my face.. but then again, i have no home, so it doesn't matter. he said, babbling on about herpes or whatever. He really didn't know what he said and or why. Zane was a very odd person at times.
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Re: I'm not a stranger, no, I'm yours [zane] « Reply #2 on Jul 25, 2008, 8:56pm »
mr. Blue and his Curiosity
He had never known why he had been so curious. Maybe he wished that someone could have been like that and questioned why a boy like him was stuck on the street being in a gang that was going to make him lose his soul. It was just the way thing were that he got swallowed into the cracks of society. It happened to many of the good kids, he had heard that so many times, that pointless phrase angered him to no end. If he was a good kid he wouldn’t have lost his parents- in his mind he had killed them. He had left his flesh in blood behind in the fire. What he didn’t know was that his father had saved his life by sending him away to get help. He knew that Grahame would do anything to help his family. To go and get help insure his son’s life at the expense of his wife and daughter. And Grahame could never forgive him for that. Forgiveness wasn’t a thing that Grahame handled well. He could hold a grudge that lasted for the length of a life time and he couldn’t deal with a confrontation after so long. He couldn’t just let sleeping dogs lie; it was never a trait that he accepted into his value and morals.
He lifted his hand to rest on the back of his neck as he let out a small yawn. Sleep had been eluding him, by thought that had intruded into his mind. He couldn’t’ help that curiosity was his vice. He was an intelligent young man trying to understand why he was the way he was. Wasn’t that what all people wanted for themselves? It was human distinct nature to question themselves and those around them. Just like it was to label someone. To put a stereotype on someone wasn’t judging it was to protect oneself. To identify where there could be a rift in a future relationship. It was human nature to classify anyone that they laid eyes one. It was that simple of a being’s function. We, as the human race, couldn’t help it. Animal sis it proudly with judgment because they understand that cost of survival, here and now, people don’t know sacrifice. They don’t understand the true pain that some people go through. Turn the back on the tears of the homeless; retrain themselves for feeling any sign of sympathy for anyone not of their blood line. Grahame shook his head out, shaking the thoughts causing them to scatter along his feet. They grew legs and scampered from the heels of his white, sharpie-d with silver, Converses. Good riddance, he reflected, he was making no sense.
He noticed the boy now standing in front of him. “Zane.” He nodded; his voice was a bit muffled from the thin scarf that hung across the lower half of his face. He listened to the boy drag on and on. There was a smile under the scarf, a sick sort of twisted smile. He wanted the boy, which was obvious by the way he didn’t strangle the boy when he insulted him. He had heard worse but then again he could punish the boy in so many more ways. “Herpes? Intelligent deduction skills, Zane.” He sarcastically spoke rising from his seat. He pressed his body to the boy’s front before laying his hands behind him to rest on the table. Stepping back, he stretched his body like a cat and barely held back a wink to Zane; he figured the boy would ramble on and on about how he might have pink eye. “I’m Grahame,” he spoke when he realized that the boy didn’t know his name. He highly doubted that the boy needed a name for what he was planning to do, he could see it in his eyes and Grahame wouldn’t mind giving the boy the ride of his life. He dipped a finger in the boy’s waistband. “I can give you a place for the night but then again maybe retards aren’t your type.”
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Re: I'm not a stranger, no, I'm yours [zane] « Reply #3 on Jul 25, 2008, 9:27pm »
if Zane wasn't careful, he could get fucked over that night and not realize it until the next morning when he awoke next to the boy in front of him. It wouldn't bother him though. Wouldn't be his first nor his last hopefully. Well, last boyfriend maybe... as if they made it far enough into their relationship that they got married, but Zane doubted that. As of right now, the cute scarf-boy in front of him could be a nerd... or straight... or hell, a whore. Zane couldn't really keep himself tied down on one person unless he finds someone he really loves. Usually, it takes a few weeks to a few months before he moves on, but sometimes it can last a while, which his what he wants. He wants a relationship that will last a while.
Thank you, he smiled, not knowing if he really did have herpes or not. Chances are that he doesn't, but who knows. If he does, the last thing Zane wants to do is fuck him... because he's STD free and doesn't want any. Hopefully, he'll never get them... even if it means not having sex with whomever he may love at the time. He wasn't fond of using condoms during sex... it took half the pleasure out of it and besides, he liked feeling it. Yes, Zane was usually the submissive one only because he is smaller than just about everyone. Not his fault hes only 5'5. making a soft humming noise, he smiled as Grahame pushed his body into his own before leaning back.Nice to meet you Grahame. Thats a name you don't hear everyday he smiled still, adding a slight smirk to his facial features.
Smirking, he looked down at the boys hand and gently pushed it down farther. I'd like that. he licked his lips, holding Grahames hand in place, and snaking the other arm around Grahames neck. Let's go to your place... he whispered, moving a little closer to Grahame so they were inches apart. Damn being short! He hated being so short, but it had his advantages. It was a good reason to always be held and to get picked up to get kissed and other fun things.
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Re: I'm not a stranger, no, I'm yours [zane] « Reply #4 on Jul 25, 2008, 10:07pm »
mr. Blue and his Curiosity
Grahame had long adjusted his eyes sight to the somber dull lighting that casted it appearance over the dusty novels and prints. He loved the feel that surround him as if he were a child in the womb. At Home, enveloped in his security. Feed, and sheltered from anything that could be harmed. Looked after, he felt like the silence was a perfect place for his mind to roam, to be free from all those thoughts that seemed to plague his curious. It was to be expected that Grahame would run away from anything that he had following the heels of his feet. He had no problem with confrontation, well maybe a little. He just refused to be around anything that could bring him down. If he had a bad mood it was because of him, never because of another’s mindset. He may have been heartless, cold, or whatever names that have been tagged along with his name, but he was that way because that was what he was feeling. Accommodating to anyone else’s need would just be defeating his unique style that made Grahame him. He would never have it any other way. To give himself up, it would be indirect suicide, he could not be something that he wasn’t. It wasn’t in his genetic makeup. Never was and he was going to make sure that it never would be.
His voice now was just a sweet timbre, the kind that was for storytelling or advice- a convincing type. Deep and alluring, the tone and pitch was like a twisted, sick, light, aphrodisiac of confession. “Well neither is Zane, guess we’re in the same boat.” He barely noticed what he was saying as the words left his mouth. All he knew that in the silence he wanted this boy. It was obvious that in the library it was quiet, which was the stigma that had most people drawn to place made for escape. Could there be more to the statement? Maybe Grahame was just overanalyzing things. Many stories, real, fiction, documents, mystery, fashion, self help, child’s play, that guided one from reality into a realm not that of their own; ignorant, oblivious bliss that Grahame swam freely in may have corrupted him.
He smiled at Zane’s actions, yep this boy knew what he was in for. Grahame wasn’t gentle in any form of any kind, the streets had taught him otherwise. The discarded syringes and rolled dollar bills had taught him the way of the street and he live by its code. Take what you want and keep what you have. It was his motto and he had always lived by it, there was no other way. His old life with his mother and father and sister there was some sort of order, some sort of conscience that had become a part of him. But they were dead and he lived as he fucked. Long and hard. “Then let’s go.” He grabbed the boy’s hand and began his way out of the library. “I have a dorm and a house, my dorms closer and I don’t have a roommate.” It wasn’t long before they got to 1ab of the dorms; he took his key with his free hand and opened the door to let the boy through his dorm. If Zane was good he’d let him stay at the house for the next couple of weeks, he could use the company. He pointed to the only room with the door open, “There’s my room, if you wanna back out go to kitchen and get me something to eat. If not,” he trailed of and flung his hands in the direction of his room to get his point across.
Re: I'm not a stranger, no, I'm yours [zane] « Reply #5 on Jul 25, 2008, 10:45pm »
I guess we are, he smiled, looking up at Grahame. He wasn't sure how he felt about Scarf Face, but he did know that the scarf would have to come off later... as long as he didn't have Herpes or some other STD on his face. He loved the idea of waking up next to Grahame after a night of sex. It thrilled him, but he didn't know how well the sex would go. He didn't judge people on their sex, but if it sucked he guessed he would just leave early the next morning before Grahame woke up for something. He didn't know though, but he did know that there might be some screaming involved depending on how big Grahame is. Its not like Zane is a virgin or anything, because hes not, but he's short and it might hurt for a minute. He's never really had sex with someone this much larger than him. Everyones only be around the same height, maybe two or three inches taller. It also depended on how hard Grahame thrusted. Zane knew he didn't look like the gentle type and Zane did like it rough, but the first few minutes were always the hardest because of the temporary pain involved.
As Grahame dragged him to his dorm, Zane tried to remember how to get there just in case he would be coming back here some other time. However, he failed at remembering directions, so he probably wouldn't remember. Walking inside, he looked over to where Grahame was pointing and started walking that way, taking Grahames hands and pulling him along. He wasn't going to back down from sex unless they've done it before and it sucked. But right now, he was kind of desperate and wanted some attention. Not to mention, this boy looked cute and like a good fuck... as long as he didn't have herpes, cause he'd want to kiss his mouth and would probably do anything for a good blowjob. He didn't want herpes over both his mouth and member by the end of this. He would probably die. Well, he didn't want any STD actually. Deciding to ask now before he pushed Grahame down on the bed to play with him for a few minutes, he sighed and took both of Grahames hands in his own. Do you have an STD? he asked, pushing him down on the bed there. Baby, the scarf will have to come off. I'm sure you haven't got anything too serious to hide. he said, kissing the males forehead letting his hand snake down to the others pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them. He slid his hand down his pants but not under the boxers, and massaged his member through the fabric of his boxers. You like that? he whispered in his ear, nibbling on the lobe softly, as he continued to massage, slowly getting rougher. He would start stripping in a few minutes, he just wanted to be dominant for a minute. He was always submissive though... unless there was a special occasion.
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Re: I'm not a stranger, no, I'm yours [zane] « Reply #6 on Jul 25, 2008, 11:19pm »
mr. Blue and his Curiosity
He couldn’t stop wanting him. Grahame wasn’t gay nor was he bi. He didn’t label himself as either because he never labeled himself. If he wanted to fuck, no strings attached; just a nice rumble in the sack he’s go for boys. They didn’t have the tears that came with vaginas, thank god. He was here for the ass and that was it. if he found something deeper.. well he’d end up damaging it some way or another. You can’t be a good boyfriend when you not even a good person. Relationships were nothing for him; he hated them in any form. Marriage, common law, commitment. They all were seen as a weakness. Deep inside, if Grahame looked deep enough he would find out that he was just aching for the family that he lost in the fire years ago. He was just looking for love, but he just might be looking in the wrong places. He didn’t care anymore though. He wanted to fuck and he would fuck now. Maybe he could change, he wanted to. He just didn’t see it happening. He had seen death when he was in the gangs of LA. He had been witnesses to many of his best friends and brothers by choice deaths. He was jaded as some could say, iced over. Chilled not shaken.
He was glad with Zane’s decision, it would have mattered anyway; if he had taken a step towards the kitchen, Zane would have found himself with his back full of carpet burn. Tonight he was his, he was going to make sure that he was thinking of no one but the tall 6’ 2” scarfed boy that he picked up from the library. He was going to make sure every thought was of Grahame. “Seems I should be asking you that,” he spoke lightly so the insult had no backing. “Zane, I’m clean,” he put up his hands like a little kid getting inspected after a thorough hand scrub and rose an eyebrow. “Cootie free? You?” Grahame smiled at the moves that Zane made. It was good to have someone make the moves for a minute, it was usually himself. He could have a control problem but that theory was busted as he ran his hand over Zane ass and let the boy touch him through his boxers. After he caught his breath for a moment, he reached up to untie the scarf around his face. he went slow and the silk fell from his face revealing a blemish free face that seemed to sparkle under the florescent lighting of the academy. “Just for show, no herpes. Sorry, love.” With his scarf gone, he bit at the edge of Zane’s lip that he find. He lifted his hand to guide his face to his and kissed him properly. His tongue teasing Zane’s lips asking and begging for entrance.
Re: [XXX] I'm not a stranger, no, I'm yours [zane] « Reply #7 on Jul 25, 2008, 11:58pm »
He hated girls. They were all sluts in his mind, out looking for the perfect guy with the biggest dick they could find, someone who was much taller than them, and treated them like a lady. Zane didn't do that. If he was going to have a girlfriend, even though he probably wouldn't even though his bisexual, she would have to not care about his height, not care about how big or small he is, and take things a little rough. Zane moved around a lot and he wouldn't want a girlfriend that would cry when he hadn't seen her in two days cause he was out with some guy friends, probably getting high and fucking. He hated girls and their stupid vaginas. Their periods were just an excuse to be bitchy at everyone for a week, an excuse to cry when they get too pissed off. They think they're all that too. Girls were annoying and self-centered, Zane didn't want to deal with them..
Good boy. Me too. he said, patting the boys chest lightly before bending down and kissing it softly. He didn't care if Grahame was gay or bisexual or not. As long as he got a good fuck and someone that cares about him for a little while, he was fine. He smiled as Grahame ran his hand over his ass, though through the denim material, he couldn't feel it all that well. He did know that when he took his tight jeans off, he'd be able to feel it. He smiled as he thought about what he was going to do next. He only did this for really good boys, so Grahame was going to have to be good to him, or else he won't ever see it again. He rubbed a little more, before seeing Grahame take the scarf off. His eyes widened as he saw what was under it and pulled in for a kiss. He closed his eyes and allowed Grahame enter his mouth with his tounge. He nuzzled the boy and pulled away for a minute. Why would you hide such a gorgeous face? he asked, kissing all over the boys face now.
After waiting for an answer, he pulled his hand out of Grahame's boxers and pulled his pants down to below his knees. He then kicked off his own shoes and pulled his pants off, sitting right on Grahame's member. He pushed Grahames shirt up so it was under his arms and started to make thrusting motions against Grahame's member through the fabric of their boxers with his own member. You dominant when i'm done, okay Baby? he clarified, though wanted an answer. He started to more harder and faster, making sure that they were both feeling pleasure through this, though not enough to make either of them cum. He started to run his hands up and down Grahames chest, playing with his nipples for a minute before continuing. Tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it. he said, continuing to dry thrust, but took his shirt off before continueing with his hand motions. I'll do anything right now. he said quietly.
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Re: [XXX] I'm not a stranger, no, I'm yours [zane] « Reply #8 on Jul 26, 2008, 4:08pm »
mr. Blue and his Curiosity
He smiled as his chest was patted and kiss. He liked this kid, he wasn’t that bad. “So no condom?” he hated condoms, those goddamn forsaken contraptions. He wanted to feel Zane and he was clean and so was the boy who was going to be his- whether it was for this night or longer. He was moping early today he knew that much, but then he got a boy and now he was going to enjoy himself. He looked at Zane once more, he was going to have a good night tonight. He continued to kiss him, he tasted so good, like a drug. He kissed him deeper his tongue exploring everywhere. Maybe that was another reason that he hated commitment. He wanted every fuck to be new experience and a new feeling. He like the first time with someone, maybe he’ll go slow in the beginning for Zane. The boy was extremely smaller than him like Grahame could have him curl up on his chest. He knew that if he did what he wanted at the speed he wanted, the boy would feel a bit of pain. He didn’t want that anymore, he didn’t think that he would be able to handle that look on the boy faces he looked up at him. “Hate it,” he said as he sat there like he had been carved out of the moon, the stars and sky that shimmered with comets and space. He gave a half smile from his full lips and grabbed the boys head so he can trap his lips to his.
Grahame pushed himself up on his elbows to watch the show. “I bet you taste delicious.” He finished the job and stretched his body to take off his shirt. He laughed a bit – surprised by the noise- as Zane settled himself on him. The boy was unpredictable, when he first saw the smaller boy he thought that it would be a quick rumble and then he’d kick him out. “Zane, how old are you?” He was wrong; the kid was growing on him. He moaned as Zane continued to move their bodies together, he pumped his hips up a little to add to the fast movements that were the foreplay for a very erotic game. “Yea, you’re mine.” He hands landed one again on his ass. Touching and feeling, exploring what was there. But dry humping could only go so far, with his hands on Zane’s ass, he flipped them so that he was on top. He pushed himself to the boy, groaning as he did so. “I want you to turn around,” he took Zane by the shoulder and flipped him to his stomach. There was enough room for him to slitter out, Grahame didn’t want to force the boy. “and scream my name as I fuck your brains out.” He smiled against the boy’s skin as he laid kisses and bites along the line of his back, his hand on the boxers the boy still wore.
Re: [XXX] I'm not a stranger, no, I'm yours [zane] « Reply #9 on Jul 26, 2008, 4:43pm »
Zane began to trace little shapes on Grahames chest. Hell no. Not unless you want to use one. he said, continuing his drawing. The kiss was wonderful and he didn't want to pull away, but when he did, he almost felt bad. How can you hate such a gorgeous face? Hiding it makes people think you have Herpes or something. he said before getting pulled back in for another kiss. He made sure not to pull away this time, but he had to yawn. He tried not to, but he was good at yawning even though he wasn't tired. Sorry... I'm not tired or bored though. It just happens sometimes. he said, kissing Grahame again and letting him back inside his mouth.
I don't know... I don't go around tasting myself... so you'll have to tell me. he smirked, not worrying about his hair that had fallen over his eyes. I'm seventeen... why? he asked, hoping his age didn't ruin what they had going. Thankfully, it didn't so far. He continued the motions, hearing Grahame moan a few times. Good. he smirked, feeling him flipping him so he was now on the bed and Grahame on top. Zane liked being forced into submission, and truthfully, he loved being the submissive one. He liked some pain, as long as it wasn't too much, which he usually told his partner using words or tears. He had only cried once when there was too much pain, but he wasn't going to go into that. It wasn't even sex really... just fisting, but oh well. Not going into detail on that one.
Alright. Do what you want. he said before he got flipped over. He knew there was going to be some pain at first, but that was normal. It was never much for him, unless... nevermind. Not going into that either. I'd have to have a brain for you to fuck it out, but I only scream for boys who give me wonderful sex. he smirked. He knew he just called himself brainless, but the past few things he had done in his life required no brain, so he figured he didn't have one. Forget the fact that you need one to survive.
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Re: [XXX] I'm not a stranger, no, I'm yours [zane] « Reply #10 on Jul 26, 2008, 5:40pm »
mr. Blue and his Curiosity
“Baby, you’re the only one that has thought that I wear that because of an STD.” he smiled at the shapes that graced his skin. He breathe out and for a minute just enjoyed the moment, he had never had this calm before. It was always fast for him, running away from anything that couold be chasing him. the flashing lights that red and blue that seemed to always be on his tail. He just wanted this night to feel, this night to fuck and he was going to take all that he could get. That meant not ruining it with a life discussion that made him hide his face. Talk like that would bring down the moment. He smirked at the boy’s slow, somber sucking of air and the exhale of the hot expansion. “For a minute there I was insulted.” He continue to kiss the boy that was in his room. First a peck then a long, seamless kiss then stopped to hold off. To tease, then changed angles to start it all over again.
“I will. Trust me on that.” He saw the hair falling over the boy’s face, reaching up in a rare form of affection to brush it back. He wanted to see all of Zane. “You’re my jailbait. I’m eighteen.” He looked at the younger boy. “But then again I was never the one to follow rules.” He was in gangs most of his teenage years. Killing, hurting, stealing.. it was his old life. He had loved it at the time but then it changed. It wasn’t amusing him anymore; there was nothing amusing about finding his old girlfriend with a shitload of drugs bursting in her for she was a mule. Nothing amusing about discovering that his best mate was a traitor to their gang selling them all out. It was a shitty life and it took Grahame a while to find his way out. It took him 6 dead friends and 17 count of petty crimes to change. But here he was in VICE, doing what he did before. Living in casual sex with boys he didn’t know or love.
“I am.” He was rock hard already, he had never gotten this hot this fast. Maybe it was the boy or the fact that sex wasn’t a priority before. He was ready to go and he was going to make it last ‘til the boy was sated and satisfied. He never left someone wanting more from someone else. He laughed at the boy, he was a strange one with a hot ass. With his hands on the boy’s boxer he pulled them straight down where Zane’s flesh would be free for him to take. With his left hand he knead Zane’s ass, and the other reached for the lube stationed at the nightstand. Making quick use of it he lathered his fingers and slipped inside the boy, going quick shoving two fingers inside the boy’s soft entrance. His fingers moved to a fast and steady rhythm, pumping him and twirling inside of him.
Re: [XXX] I'm not a stranger, no, I'm yours [zane] « Reply #11 on Jul 26, 2008, 11:33pm »
I was the only one that has said it. You don't know if anyone else has thought it. Unless your a mind reader, otherwise you would know what I'm thinking right now.
he smiled, momentarily loving how slow this was going. He didn't want it to go by too fast cause he was already loving it even though he was dominant at the moment. He liked being dominant sometimes, but not all the time. If he is smaller than his parter, he likes to be dominant for a few minutes but submissive for the actual sex. If he was bigger, which was rare, he didn't care. If he really loved his boyfriend that was bigger than him and they wanted to be submissive for a chance, Zane would take over that time and be dominant. Everything from the waist down was strong, so its not like he'd get tired really quick or anything.
He smiled as he was dry thrusting into Grahame and was then flipped so he was on his back, then flipped again so he was on his stomach. He smiled with all the kisses and bites he was getting on the back of his shoulders and on his back and he wanted to watch, so he laid his head on the left side and watched as Grahame pulled his boxers off.
My birthday is November 14... its not that far until I am eightteen.
he smiled, wanting Grahame more and more by the minute. He wanted Grahame to taste him. He wanted a blowjob, but he wasn't going to say it.
He smiled as he started to knead his ass but frowned for a minute when it stopped, but saw that Grahame was using lubricant. His jaw tightened when he felt two fingers slide inside him. He didn't know if he was going to or not, but Zane hated fisting and he didn't want more than two fingers inside him.
No more than two fingers baby. I don't like fisting.
he said, fine with the fact that only two were inside him. He figured he was just trying to get the lube spread around so he could enter him, but one time it didn't work the way he thought and he ended up crying as he was being fisted. He hated it and it hurt, so he didn't want it.
C'mon Grahamey! I wanna fuuuuck! he said, extending the 'u' in fuck.
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Re: [XXX] I'm not a stranger, no, I'm yours [zane] « Reply #12 on Jul 27, 2008, 12:42am »
mr. Blue and his Curiosity
“I guess you are right. You are a brilliant young man.” The sarcasm in his voice was unmistakable. He was glad that he could talk to Zane. Whether it was to tease him or have him tease himself about his scarf. He was glad that it wouldn’t just be a quick fuck and then he was done. At first he was hesitant to give him a place for the night. He truly thought that he could get what he wanted then kick him out. He was big enough to get what he wanted. But now he with Zane made him realize that he made the right choice. He wanted to story of why he was homeless. Why he didn’t have a place that he could go back to when it seemed like the world was against you. He loved the feel of his pillow and sheets even if he was the only one there. He didn’t mind have company in his bed, especially if they knew what to do with their mouth. He smiled up at Zane, “and here I thought that I was a pedophile.” As much as he wanted to flip Zane over and taste him, he was more anxious to be inside of him. This wouldn’t be the only time they fuck; he could do all kinds of things to make Zane scream.
Usually he didn’t follow his prey’s demands because he wasn’t the one to follow directions especially from a bottom but for two reason he listened. First he never did more than two fingers because he wanted he partner to still be tight as he entered them but not in pain. Second because the boy seemed to really have an issue with more than a couple fingers. Grahame didn’t understand; he was never the one for fisting not from experience but because it was past his boundaries which were wide as the coastline. “Me either. Don’t worry; I’m not going to hurt you. If I do I swear to kiss and make it better.” He smiled against the boy’s neck as he nuzzled him. he kiss and licked his earlobe and cuddled him until he was satisfied that the boy’s fear was gone. Humouring Zane, he removed his finger and after lubing himself up guided himself inside the boy. Closing his eyes for a moment, he savored the sensations that racked his body. It was the best feeling, a new body the different ways they reacted to him. Maybe it was an ego boost but he loved having a new person in his bed to please and pleasure. Taking it slow he pressed himself in and out of Zane, one hand on his ass the other at the head board to keep himself upright through the throws of passion. Leaning down he placed his forehead on the back of the boy he was now inside of.
Re: [XXX] I'm not a stranger, no, I'm yours [zane] « Reply #13 on Jul 27, 2008, 1:24am »
it'd be halarious if Zach and Grahame knew eachother... and because of Zane, they hated eachother. Lol.
Thank you,
he grinned stupidly as he looked at grahame. He didn't know what it was or why, but after tonight, he probably wouldn't want to leave if this was just a one night stand thing. He was glad that Grahame just flipped him over and started without him having to do anything else. He didn't want to get too tired, cause he wanted to stay up for a little while after their fun and cuddle and shit. Zane loved to cuddle, even if he had a boyfriend and he was with some friends. One thing that Zane always did was warn his partner that he might move on after a few weeks to another guy. If he did find someone else, he didn't want to make whoever his previous parter was feel like they did someone wrong or they weren't good enough. Sometimes, Zane even went back to an old boyfriend if he still had feelings about him. It was rare though, but it happened once, so it was possible to happen again.
If this wasn't a one night stand, Zane would be happy to be Grahame's boyfriend, but to him, Grahame didn't look like someone who would be dating another guy. He didn't know why, but he didn't. He might be wrong though, but he still didn't know. The only thing that mattered was what was happening now.
Zane giggled at what was said, and continued to watch, loving the feeling inside of him and Grahame hadn't even entered him yet. Zane almost wanted more, but he knew he would most likely be satisfied after tonight. He knew that Grahame was going to be bigger than him and that it was going to hurt for a few minutes, but pleasure was stronger than pain, so it would pass quickly.
Mkay.
he said, sliding his hands up under the pillow and gripping the sheets below it. He winced and tightened his grip on the sheets as Grahame entered him, but he was used to it. This pain was normal and it didn't really hurt. Well, it did, but it wasn't a fall down the stairs and hit your head hurt. It was more like, trying to fit your body into a tight place... which was really what was going on. He felt the hand on his ass, saw the arm outstretched to the headboard, and felt Grahame's head on his back. Once Grahame had started moving harder and faster, Zane knew he was going to be doing some screaming. He wished that Grahame hadn't flipped him over though, as it could be done both ways, cause he really wanted to kiss the dominant one right now. He wouldn't say anything though, but if Grahame wanted to, he could.
« Last Edit: Jul 27, 2008, 9:11pm by zane derbie »
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Re: [XXX] I'm not a stranger, no, I'm yours [zane] « Reply #14 on Jul 30, 2008, 8:23pm »
mr. Blue and his Curiosity
I love that plan! Though I love Zach I can't resist a good juicy plot!
Grahame didn’t really deal with the morning after kind of thing. He was just not that kind of guy, as much as he wanted to be that for other people it just didn’t work out. But this kid was different. He didn’t care about anything else., he said what was on his mind whether it was intelligent, stupid, odd or flirtatious. He was unique in his creations and that was attractive to Grahame. Other than the fact that Zane had an adorable ass. He could keep him, keep him here in his dorm were he could attend classes – if he did take classes. The thought made him wonder, he knew nothing about the boy, if he attended Vice, worked near the academy or anything else besides that fact that he had no home. He was a free-spirit and Grahame respected that. If he wanted to leave he would stop him, if he wanted another guy it wouldn’t hurt Grahame’s ego; he rarely had feelings in the first place so jealousy was not a factor. He would just go out and find someone else, maybe a girl if he could find one in the testosterone that was beginning to fill his academy. He like to help the damsel in distress, it gave him that buff high that he thrived off of. Grahame just didn’t want to twiddle him thumbs at his feelings, he was still getting those in check. He was still trying to be like a normal boy. He wanted to feel warmth inside of him; he wanted to feel tears that came from his own eyes. He wanted to stop being so angry and feel happiness. But as of now he could only find that in the sins of the flesh.
He kissed the side of Zane’s neck, nibbled then ran his hands down the length of his body. “Fuck, Zane, I don’t know what you do to me.” All smooth skin, he couldn’t get enough of the flesh that was under him. He couldn’t get enough to sate him. He wanted more, he need more. He couldn’t control his mind but he would control his body. Losing control was different if there was a witness. You could fake anything without anyone to tell you different. Grahame should know. He’s been faking feeling for a while now. Now he wasn’t a psychopath, he had a conscience- felt remorse. Sometime it just didn’t work quite right. But now he went as slow as he could, wasn’t as slow as he wished but he wasn’t hurting Zane enough for him not to enjoy the movement that Grahame’s hips created. He was still kissing Zane everywhere his lips could contact the skin that tasted like sin. He wanted to release inside of him so bad, but not without making sure that Zane was taken care of. He wasn’t a selfish lover, never was and he planned to pleasure anyone he took in his bed before getting to his climax.
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